Family Bonds: The Werewolves of Billings Montana Book Two

Carson stood in the hallway outside the hospital’s maternity ward. Ian and Ava were both standing alongside him. The smell of humans and disinfectant stank up the place. Taylor was done delivering the twins. The doctor had not come out yet to let us know if everything was okay. “Do you think everything is okay?” Ava whispers to Ian. “I think everything is fine. Taylor is strong and can make do with anything,” Ian whispered back. As Taylor’s hospital room opened, the doorknob began to turn. Three of them lifted their heads to watch as the OBGYN entered the hallway. She took turns looking at the guests lingering in the hallway. “Which one of you three is the father?” the OBGYN questioned. Carson raised his hand to signal that he was the father. The doctor ushered him into the room, leaving Ian and Ava to camp out longer in the hallway. Once inside the hospital room, Carson heard the twins’ tiny cries emanating from Taylor’s crocks. He stood still, not sure whether to approach the bed or not. “Come on, no need to be shy. Go on, get over there,” the doctor urged. Him forward. “What shall I call you? Mind me asking?” Carson inquired. “Her name is Doctor Marius,” Taylor interrupted, cooing to the twins in her arms. Carson turned to Dr. Marius and did not say anything to her. He proceeded to sit by the bed and observe the twins. “As I was about to say before your husband asked who I was since you did tear a little from delivering your daughter, you will need disposable postpartum underwear, a nursing bra, witch hazel pads, sturdy maxi pads, ice packs, stool softener, breast pads, etc. You already know what to bring for the twins. We already went over that. No unwanted physical activity for six weeks,” Dr. Marius ordered. “Check and check,” Taylor replied. “I will have someone check in with you in a couple of days to see how you are feeling emotionally,” Dr. Marius mentions before leaving. She leaves shortly afterward to give us a moment to let Ian and Ava into the room. “Oh my gosh, look at them,” Ava gushes, going over to the bed. “Easy, Ava,” Taylor chastised. “Is there anything you need before we leave you two for the night?” Ian asked, yawning and standing by the window, falling asleep from watching Ava gush over the twins. He was suffering from sleep deprivation for two nights that it turned into insomnia. “No. Ava takes Ian home before he passes out against the wall. You guys can see the twins tomorrow,” Taylor motions to the wall. “Okay,” Ava replied, frowning. “Come on, Ian,” Ava said, walking over to grab Ian, who was on the verge of passing out. Ava threw Ian’s arm around her shoulder and walked them out of the room. The door silently slipped shut behind them. Carson glared at Taylor, accusing her of being impolite to both her friend and her brother. “I already anticipate your response,” Carson said. “It was rude to force my best friend out of the hospital room. I am already emotionally spent from delivering twins,” Taylor said defensively. “I get it. You still did not think you were being rude. I think when we leave tomorrow, you should apologize,” Carson mentions. A shrill cry came from the bassinet near the window. Carson goes over to hold his son for a bit. Not long after, a soft knock came on the door. A nurse entered to check on Taylor and the twins. “Have you guys thought of names for the twins yet?” the nurse asked gently. “Not exactly,” Carson said, cradling his son. “You have until tomorrow to name them,” the nurse reminded them before exiting the room. After the nurse left the room, Carson put their son back in the bassinet. He sat on the edge of the chair beside the hospital. Taylor put their daughter in the other bassinet. They stared at the twins. “I think I know how we should name them,” Taylor mentioned, sitting up straighter and wincing from pain. “What do you mean?” Carson was skeptical. “Let me explain after I eat this ice chip,” Taylor responded, munching on the piece of ice. “Okay,” Carson replied, waiting for the answer. Once Taylor finished eating some of the ice from the cup on the tray table, She looked over at the twins and said, “I think we should name the twins after our parents, who have since passed. The idea was running through my mind the entire time. What do you think?” “I can get behind the idea. Are you sure this is a beneficial idea? We could go down other routes to naming them,” Carson pointed out. “No, this is what I want to do. I feel we need to honor our parents somehow. We grew up without parents for most of our lives. The council took it from us,” Taylor defended. “Okay. Calm down. If you want to do that, I think you are right about the council taking our parents away. Honoring them will be the way to go. What order should we put their names in?” Carson agreed. “I think we should do both the first names of each of the parent's names to create a first and middle name for each twin. What are your thoughts on implementing this approach? Taylor explained. “Okay, we are doing it,” Carson answered, taking a notepad from my duffle on the floor. Carson proceeded to inscribe both of our parents’ names on the notepad. He wrote it so that Taylor could see what he was doing. Taylor leaned over the edge of the bed to gain a more advantageous position. He wrote Tyler Landon Davies. For their daughter, they chose their mother’s middle name instead. Her name is Delia Elizabeth Davies. Taylor nodded at the names chosen for their children. Placing the notepad back into the duffle bag, a knock came at the door. A doctor and nurse poked their heads into the room. “Are mommy and daddy ready to give names to their twins?” the nurse asked euthastically. “We are. For our son, we chose Tyler Landon. Taylor responded, “We have chosen Delia Elizabeth as our girl.” The doctor wrote down the names on a piece of paper and took the twins from the room to the nursery for the night. “You will receive the paperwork necessary to complete the birth certificates tomorrow. “So, I will suggest getting some sleep for both of you. We will explain more tomorrow. Have a wonderful night,” the nurse informed them. “I guess sleep is the way to go until tomorrow,” Carson said, yawning from sleep deprivation. The mental strain from the night into the early morning hours left Taylor feeling tired. She dimmed the lights enough for both of them to sleep peacefully. Both know they won’t get much sleep like this again, so it was rewarding.