between Ellie's parted legs. "Hey sweetheart it's okay. It's alright, Ellie. Everything's going to be okay. Just relax and breathe. That's it sweetie just like that." when she looked up Ronnie met Gabe's ashen face and the grim expression on her face was mirrored back at her. "Gabe did you call the ambulance?"
"They're on their way." No sooner had he finished the sentence, they heard the familiar wails of sirens. Relief should've pooled in their veins, but Gabe and Ronnie did no t allow themselves the luxury, they weren’t out of the woods yet.
"I'll go open the door for them...." Gabe stood on wobbly legs, the jellyfish effect causing him to stumble. But once he found his footing, he hastened to the foyer. He led the two EMT’s to the kitchen and watched as they maneuvered a pale Ellie on the stretcher.
Face contorted in pain, Ellie held onto Ronnie's hand as they carried her away. "Don't leave me." She sounded so much like a child in that moment that it brought tears to Ronnie's eyes.
"Never." Ronnie replied emphatically walking alongside the stretcher as the EMT's questioned her on Ellie's contractions, then her age, date of birth and so on. Ronnie answered as best as she could until Gabe returned.
"You ride with her , Ron. I'll take the car and follow with Sophie." Humbled in being given the opportunity to stay by Ellie's side through this difficult situation Ronnie fell even more in love with her raven haired lover. With a shared kiss goodbye, they separated. Ronnie hopped in with Ellie in the ambulance and Gabe ran to the ridgeline.
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By the time they made it to the hospital and she was admitted, Ellie had lost a copious amount of blood and was going into shock. The situation went from bad to worse when it was discovered that the twins’ heart rates was dropping. With a caesarean inevitable, Gabe, Ronnie and a sleeping Sophie waited in limbo for news to come.
Two hours later, a nurse emerged from the O.R to report that the twins had been safely delivered. Fraternal, the girl weighing in at six pounds five ounces was older by a few minutes than the boy who weighed an ounce less than his sister.
Gabe and Ronnie’s joy was fleeting as they discovered that Ellie was still in danger.
“The Doctors are doing all they can to stabilize her.” She was gone after that leaving Gabe and Ronnie in a perpetual limbo of worry. With the hours creeping by and still no news Gabe, on instinct decided to give Dina and Phillip a call.
Not trusting himself not to yell at them, Gabe did not tell them much, simply that they needed to get their asses here as soon as was possible.
While they waited for news, they haunted the halls like unsettled specters, refusing to leave. So they were given a room, a bed for Ronnie to recline on and one for Sophie to get the sleep she was being denied. Hospital food, still as deplorable as the last few times they had been there, tasted like gourmet sawdust. But Sophie loved the applesauce and so they allowed her to eat it. The waiting added to the agony of not knowing---worrying. The only uplifting thing was visiting the twins in the maternity ward. They were pink little bundles of flailing arms and legs, poking from the pink and blue blankets that were wrapped around their tiny little bodies. Sophie always managed to giggle a storm when Gabe pointed out her little brother and sister.
"My bwotha and sishta!" her little face remained glued to the glass panel, her chubby hands touching the window.
"Yeah, squirt, that's your little brother and sister. They need to sleep and you and I need to get back to Ronnie, okay?" Gabe saw that she wanted to protest, but seemed to think better of it. Sophie had been very good for them since they'd come to the hospital and he was glad that she continued her good behavior as they made their way out the maternity ward. Temper tantrums were not needed right now.
They found Ronnie napping when they entered the room with the T.V on the stand set to