Damien's POV
"Ssshh Ana. It's going to be alright, baby. They are probably coming today, but they are going to be fine. You are eight months along, and you are doing absolutely amazing! I will call everyone who needs to be informed when the ambulance has picked you up! I will bring the bags, and everything we need. Don't you worry about a thing, baby. Just concentrate on bringing our children into the world. You are doing great!" I wipe the tears on her cheeks. She is breaking down in worries, and that is the last thing we need. Ana nods.
"But.. It's still too…. AHHH!" She screams from the next contraction, and I ask the midwife how far the ambulance is from our home, just as I can hear the sirens. I sigh in relief, and tell Ana I'll be right back. I run to the banister and call
