Federie

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Omir

I heard the stale sound of no life. I didn't want to accept this. My future wife was about to leave me. To make things worse, she was pregnant, 10 1/2 weeks. The babies were gone too. Yana wrecked my life. Dave got the results back as I was on my way to visit her for my evening shift. He put a rush on them for me. He says he knows Amryl would have done the same. Nanii was not my son even though he looked like me, he was a familiar match though. I couldn't believe it! I'd spent the rest of the pregnancy with her! 6 months! She let me take care of a kid that wasn't mine. Since he looked so close to me, I asked Amari to send his DNA in for comparison. I didn't ask him any questions. He knew I was going through enough and he submitted his sample. Deep down inside, I knew.

In a matter of almost 3 months, my life unraveled quickly. My son wasn't my son. My future wife was fighting for her life because of my son's mother's jealousy. She was pregnant and we didn't know. They had no activity, so they were dead. My heart couldn't take no more. I cried out in front of our families for her to stay with me. I begged. I admitted I couldn't live without her. I couldn't lose her too.

Mom tried to pry me away from her to let others have their time with her. The nurse had just left from turning the sound off the flat lining machine. Amari came and hugged me from the side. I was ready to let her go at his embrace. I felt her try to clench my hand and her dad was screaming for the nurse. "I see the screen hopping!" He yelled. I looked up to see her heart was beating again. "Baby I'm here, please don't leave me" I said frantically. She heard me because her grip, although weak, got tighter.

The nurse came in to assess her. She asked everyone to step out but she allowed one to stay in the room. Her dad said "My son holding her hand can stay, we'll all step out." All I could do was look at him, tears falling down my face. I stood to my feet, brushing over the box in my pocket. I pulled it out and put the engagement ring on her ring finger. The nurses all gushed at its beauty. I continued to hold her hand as they did their jobs. She was breathing on her own and her vitals started to normalize after a couple hours or so.

They allowed me to stay in the room with her. I didn't leave her side. The room had a shower in it and they sent me a meal tray at meal times. For two more months this would drag on. Then one day she woke up....

Amryl

I felt really weak, but I was trying to wake myself up. Finally I was able to to open my eyes again. At one point I heard Omir begging in spurts. I felt a heavy presence around me when he did. I couldn't respond. I just remember it being very quiet.

As I opened my eyes, I saw him sleeping in a pull out bed next to me. The last time I remember I woke up there was a tube in my mouth. There was not one this time. I did have one going down my nose. I'm almost positive it was used to feed me. I was sore all over. Everything hurt. My stomach was cramping really bad. I heard my monitors start going off suddenly. I tried to turn to look at them, but Omir rushing over to the bed caught my attention.

Omir: Baby you're awake! I'm so glad to see those beautiful grey eyes

Me: Hello....ow ow ow

Omir: where does it hurt?

Me: all over

Omir: Nurse!!! Nurse!! NURSE!!

The nurse came in and I told her she said she was hurting all over. She went out and came back almost instantly with meds for her. This stopped her monitors from beeping as she relaxed. The nurse left us after she was sure she had done all she could do for now. Also, to inform the doctor that she woke up.

Omir: hey beautiful, I'm so happy that you're awake

Me: Why are you crying? Why were you shouting earlier

Omir: I wasn't shouting earlier

Me: yeah you were. You were begging about something

Omir: Oh....that was two months ago baby..you were..um..you were dying

Me: What! Dying?

Omir: yes they were taking you off life support and I couldn't take losing you

Me: I'm sorry I scared you.

Omir: There's more...you're pregnant...with twins

Me: Oh my..I've had a long two months...

Omir: Actually it's four months. You were 10 1/2 weeks 8 weeks ago.

Me: So we should be able to tell the s*x of our babies now

Omir: No....t-th-they died 8 weeks ago.

Me: What! No!! Omir no!

Omir: I'm sorry baby. It is the only reason they left you on the vent. When they stopped showing activity, they opted to remove the vent

Me: So my babies are still inside of me?

Omir: Yes, I'm so sorry

Me: That's why my stomach was cramping so bad before she gave me the medicine.

Omir: Huh?

Me: I felt pain in my abdomen. Call the nurse back

Omir: Okay.

I pushed the button for the nurse and she came back. Amryl told her more details about her pain. The doctor came right in and did another ultrasound for us. We both got to see the babies that night. There was no heartbeats. She gave the doctor the okay to perform something called a D and C. She assured me I didn't want to know what it was, but that she wanted me to hold her hand.

I did as she asked me. When they were done setting up, I figured out what they were about to do. She wept throughout the whole procedure. I even cried with her at one point. Her vital signs stabilized completely just an hour after the procedure.

They moved her to a normal room after two days. She had asked me not to tell her dad, but I told her he already knew about her being pregnant and them not being alive. He gave us time together and agreed to come once in the normal room.

Once in her normal room she was started on physical therapy immediately. They did not waste any time. They were in the room at 8 am sharp working her limbs. Her parents visited her first and she cried in her dad's arms. He thanked me for taking good care of her. I told him it was no problem.

Physical therapy had been ordered three times a week three times a day. She quickly got irritated as this made her more sore the first couple of sessions.

After a full week of therapy, she was ready to try to sit up and try to walk on her own. She sat up okay. Standing proved harder than anyone thought. She still tried and gave her all. The first couple tries she was not successful. This frustrated her. On the third try she stood with no problems and walked herself over to the bathroom and back.

Before long she was walking down the hallway and back. The doctors kept a watch on her brain activity as she progressed through therapy. The doctor was ready, after her test came back in the clear, to discharge her home.

Amryl

I was happy when I got the discharge orders. I hadn't been home in almost 6 months. The day after the D and C, I noticed a sparkling ring finger. I admired the ring while Omir slept. When he awaken I told him it was beautiful. He told he how he had planned with my family to propose to me for our anniversary. I cried at all the effort he put into it. Even though I was excited, I dreaded being in my home by myself. My girls, parents and his family all came to visit staying well past visiting hours with me.

I felt loved, once I was aware. I couldn't thank Omir enough for all that he had done while I was unconscious. I couldn't wait to become his wife. He was already a great husband!

He drove me home from the hospital. Luckily my only injury was uncontrolled bleeding on the brain from the accident. It had done it's damage. He walked hand and hand with me through the door and up the stairs into my bedroom. He originally opted for the guest bedroom. I refused to sleep in the guest bedroom in my own house. Dave took care of my bills while I was incapacitated. I told Omir I just wanted to sleep in my own bed for one night. He didn't argue with me. He showered and climbed in bed with me.

I woke up the next day to him bringing me breakfast in bed on a tray. On the tray was a card. I opened it. The card read I can't wait until you're on your feet again, so I can sweep you off your feet again. I smiled and blushed. I thanked him. I tried to get out of bed but he wouldn't let me. I told him I had to do my business and he couldn't be afraid to let me get up. I promised to take it slow, as I was still severely sore.

Omir

She tried to get up by herself and I told her no. Her parents were going to give us a few days by ourselves. They would check on us throughout the day. I had put her cell on the nightstand next to the bed. She kept the sound off, stating she would return everyone calls/texts when she was ready. I let her get up to go to the bathroom. I didn't want to hoover over her. A few minutes later I heard the shower. I opened the door to see her getting into the shower.

Me: What are you doing

Her: Bathing.. I will feel so much better after this shower.

Me: Baby you have to take it slow

Her: I know. I know you're trying to obey doctors orders, but I haven't bathe myself in months.

Me: I understand. I really do. Take your time I'll sit in here until you're done

Her: I was hoping you'd join me

Me: Baby I-

Her: Please...

Me: Okay baby

I removed my clothes and got into the shower with her. I washed her back. She turned around and cupped my face. She looked deep into my eyes before kissing me. It took everything in me to fight the urge to make love to her right now. She giggled. We washed off and rinsed. We headed back to the bed. She let me carry her. I sat her down on the bed. She pulled me to her. We were in an intimate kiss when she removed my towel. I started to revolt, she shushed me. She undone her towel and I started kissing down her body.

I took notice of all the bruises. I kissed them all. She was moaning and it was speaking its own language to my body. I lowered myself slowly inside her. She clenched my back with her nails. I missed her touch and I found myself again fighting the urge to have my way with her. I knew she was sore so I had to be gentle. I made love to her slowly and passionately. She begged me for more! I spread her legs further and stroked her slow. I don't know it she realized or not but I came inside her as she pulled me close begging for more. I knew she missed me and I missed her but I couldn't handle her like I had before. She was sore and bruised all over.

I continued stroking her p***y until I felt her trying to close her legs. I reached down with my arms and pinned her legs to the bed. I pushed faster inside her. She was moaning in my ear. "F**K me Omir" she said. I pumped just a little harder, slightly forgetting she was sore. I sped up as she moaned uncontrollably in my ear. As I released so did she making me pump faster. She was screaming as I gave her several more pumps before lowering myself slowly down onto her.

Her: Omir, I love you so much

Omir: I love you too baby

She started crying and I knew almost immediately why she was crying. I just held her. I thought about how I had just made love to her with no protection. I have got to get a better hold on myself. This is how we ended up losing the twins. That was our third baby we lost together and I carelessly had s*x with her. I was now mad at myself. This was my fault. I knew birth control was not 100% effective, just like cond*ms were not. I still should've been more considerate I thought.

As her family slowly came to visit her, she perked up a little. We had s*x a lot being home together so much. I didn't mind. Even though I kept beating myself up for not being more cautious, it went out the door when it came to her. I couldn't get enough of her. I needed her. She was consoling me while I consoled her.

We went to the courthouse a week after she got home, out of the blue and got married. This originally pissed her family off. After explaining how almost losing her life drove her to this decision, no one really gave me any lip about it. I was happy to have her as my wife. My first duty as her husband was to make love to her like no other time. I now saw the importance of waiting until marriage for s*x.

She found out 4 weeks after we got married she was pregnant. We were both nervous. We went to the doctors visits expecting for them to give us bad news. One after another until the final visit sent us to the hospital for labor and delivery. I was excited. She had dilated to a 6 by the final visit. We were not in the labor and delivery unit long after arrival, when the doctor instructed her to push. After 15 minutes of pushing, out came our son. We were overjoyed at his birth. Esjaye Omir Browner.

She was so in love with Esjaye and I. I loved how she looked at us both. I now had a son I could love as my own.

I was ready to do life with her...