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Catch the Wind

Summary:
Axelle is seventeen, but her parents still haven't told her their secret. When a new kid shows up at school, Axelle can't help but find him interesting. When all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Axelle has some big choices to make. Part three to the Twist of Fate series!


Notes:
Like I have said many times before, I am totally addicted to this story. This story is entirely in Axelle's POV, for those of you that didn't know. I have this one planned out almost all the way... and let me tell ya, there are some HUGE twists :D But that's just how it works with me :)


31. Rainbow Colored Socks

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The three days in the hospital passed slowly. Jack was always with me in the hospital room, no matter what. Jasper and Bella came often, at least three times a day. They loved Allegra and Ansel as soon as they saw them. Emmett also stopped by a lot, but I knew he was getting bored of coming. All you really got to do when you visited was hold a baby or two, talk quietly, and sit. Emmett hated talking quietly, and he wasn't good at sitting still for any period of time when there wasn't a video game controller in his hands.

On the second day I was there, Carlisle came in and sat on the bed. I was holding Allegra, and Jack was in the chair beside my bed holding Ansel. Allegra was a little fussy that day, and she'd cry every few minutes.

"Axelle, today you have to walk," said Carlisle.

I frowned. They had decreased my drug intake severely. There was no IV; just a pill in the morning, at lunch, and at night. I was sore where Carlisle cut me open, to say the least. I would be content to lie down until it was completely healed.

"I have to?" I sighed.

He nodded.

"I'll take the baby," exclaimed Jack quickly, holding out his spare arm. As soon as he held her, she stopped all of her unsatisfied baby grumblings. She was, without a doubt, a daddy's girl. It was the same for Ansel and me. Ansel would be crying, and as soon as I held him he'd stop.

Carlisle got up, and held out his arm. I scooted as close to the end of the bed as I could, and sat up as fast as I could. I figured if I did it quick, like a band-aid, it'd hurt less. I was wrong. The pain made me gasp.

Jack stood up, both babies in his arms, and looked around for some way he could help me.

I smiled tightly. "I'm fine, Jack," I said through clenched teeth. He slowly sank into the chair again, eyes fixed on me.

"Carlisle if she falls," he warned.

Carlisle laughed. "You think I'd let her fall?"

"I'm just saying," murmured Jack.

"Come on, Axelle. Off the bed," commanded Carlisle.

I sighed, and put my feet on the floor. I reached for Carlisle's arm, and pulled myself into a standing position. I thought that the entire middle section of my body was on fire. I was quite certain that my innards would pop right out if I wasn't careful.

"Ow," I muttered.

"I'm sorry, Axelle," said Carlisle. He led me to the door slowly. I was glad that Jack and I had packed knee-high, rainbow colored socks. After all, if I was going to hobble around the halls of the hospital like a fool, I was going to do it with style... as much style as you can have when you're wearing a hospital gown.

Carlisle took me around the hospital three times before he led my back to my room. The pain had started to fade, and I was getting faster by the time I made it back to my bed. I knew that I was going to be sore for days, though.

"Are you okay?" asked Jack as soon as I sat down.

I carefully swung my legs onto the bed, and reached for Ansel. "Never better," I answered wryly.

When the third day rolled around, I started getting impatient. We were leaving around lunch time, whenever Carlisle came to okay my departure.

"When can we go?" I asked. Jack was pacing the room, quietly talking to a happy Allegra.

I had Ansel. He was playing with my hair, and I didn't want to interrupt him. Yes, it did hurt, but he was so cute in his little blue outfit, I couldn't stop him. The babies looked like each other, even though they were just fraternal. They both had the same big, blue eyes, and the same thick black hair that had a bit of curl to it.

Jack looked out the door. "Carlisle is coming right now," he said.

Jack started buckling Allegra into her newly purchased car seat.

Carlisle opened the door, and smiled. "You're free to go, Axelle. Would you like any help out?"

I shook my head. I had been walking a lot since he told me I had to, and now it only hurt if I coughed or sneezed. The first time I sneezed after the babies were born, I could have sworn I popped one of my oh so lovely stomach staples.

"You have an appointment next week to get the staples out," he said. He closed the door, and left Jack and I to get ready.

I almost got dressed by myself. I got my pants on without too much trouble, but when it came to lifting my arms above my head to put my shirt on, I froze. I was stretching the incision spot, and it hurt like crazy.

I bit my lip. I had my shirt half on, and I was just standing in the middle of the room. I heard Jack put Ansel in his car seat.

"Jack, help?" I asked.

He chuckled quietly, and came to assist me. After he pulled my shirt on, he kissed me quickly on the nose. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.

I grinned and leaned towards him. “You're not so bad yourself,” I teased.

He leaned in to kiss me, but stopped when Allegra let loose a shriek. It wasn't a cry. She was just making whatever noises happened to pop out of her, and that one just ended up being a particularly loud scream.

Jack laughed, and went to pick up both of the baby carriers. He had the overnight bag slung over his shoulder.

I giggled as he walked out the door.

“What is it?” he asked.

“You look so much like a dad.”

When we were in the car, I told him I didn't want to go to the big house.

“Let's go to the new house, the one I haven't seen yet,” I said.

He hesitated. “But...”

“Please, Jack. I just had your babies!” I exclaimed.

He laughed at the top of his lungs, and startled Allegra and Ansel. Both of them started to cry. I twisted around in my seat, and tried to calm both of them down. Ten minutes later, they finally stopped crying.

“What's taking so long?” I asked. I thought we were going to the big house, and it didn't take that long to get there.

Allegra was holding a finger on my left hand, and Ansel had one on my right.

“We're here,” said Jack quietly.

I pried my fingers from their hands, and spun around. I ignored the slight pain in my torso that twisting around so fast caused.

Jack was parked in front of a huge, two-story house. It was made entirely out of gray stone, and looked like a castle. Huge windows lined the front wall.

“Oh, Jack,” I breathed.

“Go look,” he said. “I'll get the babies.”

I opened the door, and walked to the door as if I was in a daze. I pushed it open, and gasped. The inside was just as spectacular as the outside. The round entryway was huge, and the ceiling had to be at least twenty feet high. To the right, a stairway curved against the wall, and led to the second floor. Next to the staircase was an archway.

The walls were cream colored, and the floor was pale hardwood. I drifted to the left, past the staircase, and through the archway. In that room, there was an open floor plan. The kitchen, living room, and dining room all worked together, and one room blended seamlessly into the next. The ceilings in that room were just as high as the ones in the entryway. I ran my hand along the granite counter and sighed.

“Do you like it?” asked Jack. Both of the babies fidgeted in his arms.

“I love it,” I whispered.

“Wait until you see upstairs!” he exclaimed.

Upstairs there were four bedrooms, an office, a game room, and a playroom. Allegra's room was painted purple, and had blue stars all over the walls. Ansel's room had red and blue stripes on the wall. They weren't going to sleep in them for awhile, though. Jack and I both agreed that the babies should sleep in our room for the first few months.

Our room was painted a deep red, and had a plush white carpet. The bed was massive, and took up most of the room. There was an archway that led to the master bathroom, which was just as big as the bedroom.

I turned to Jack, who still cradled the babies in his arms. “Oh, Jack. This is wonderful. How'd you find it?”

“I built it. Emmett and I worked together. We told you we were off racing to Seattle, Port Angeles, and all those places, but we were really here working on the house,” he admitted, grinning slightly.

I squealed happily, and grabbed Jack's face for a kiss. The babies squealed right along with me. I looked sheepishly at Jack, and took Ansel from his grasp. Having babies was going to take some serious getting used to.