Tucker was back with his jacket after a couple of seconds. “Okay, I have your jacket, and your parents just got here. Everyone else will meet us at the hospital.” That time he sounded more in control of himself as he helped Lucas up and into his jacket and down the stairs.
“I really don’t need a jacket,” Lucas said.
“I know, right now I need to feel useful,” Tucker said.
And just like that Lucas understood. Tucker was trying to help in his own way, they were both nervous, but he was in too much pain to show it at the moment.
Gods, this shit fucking hurts like a son of a bitch.
* * *
“Okay,Lucas, I need you to push one more time,” Doctor Wilson said.
“I am fucking pushing,” Lucas yelled.
Tucker stood beside his husband keeping his mouth completely shut. The last time he said something Lucas screamed in his face and told him to shut the hell up.Fuck, this is stressful.They’d gotten to the hospital in time for them to hook Lucas up to the fetal monitor. His contractions had slowed on the way to the hospital going from five minutes apart to ten then thirty. Since his regular doctor was in New York, Asher sent the company jet for Doctor Wilson to be there to deliver the babies.
Why they couldn’t use any of the doctors since they were at Sheffield Smith's University Hospital, the very hospital his brother works at? Well, that was because Lucas was a difficult patient not trusting anyone other than his doctor.Fuck, the man was stubborn.That was about six hours ago before Lucas’ contractions started again.
“That’s it, Lucas, I see the head, one more push and should have the first one born,” Doctor Wilson said.
“You’re doing great, baby,” Tucker said leaning down to kiss him on his sweat-soaked curly hair.
Tucker completely ignored the vise grip that was on his wrist or the nails digging into his skin. He saw it as a sacrifice for what Lucas was going through for him and their babies.
“Tu . . . Tucker, I can’t.”
He looked down at Lucas who was breathing hard, face flushed red and green blazing eyes that spoke differently to his words. “Yes, you can. I know it’s hard . . .”
“Harder than anything I’ve ever done in my life.”
“I doubt that,” Tucker said to him.
“Promise me the next time you will be the next one to get pregnant.”
They knew for sure that it was impossible. They did the test, and everything under the sun, and they knew for certain that Tucker would never carry a child. But, if it was what Lucas needed to hear so that he could feel secure in that moment, Tucker would agree.
“Anything for you.”
“Good,” he said and closed his eyes and pushed as hard as he could before he heard the sound of a baby crying.
Lucas fell back to the bed, and Tucker’s knees shook from sheer exhaustion but knew they had one more to go before he could think about sitting down. He wanted to get a peek of his son, but the doctor stood and started feeling around on Lucas’s stomach.
“Is it over yet?” Lucas asked tiredly.
“Not yet, Lucas, just a bit more,” Doctor Wilson said then sat down. “Nurse, get the doctor on call in here now,” he ordered.
“Yes, Doctor,” the nurse said and left the room in a hurry.
“What's going on? Is my baby okay?” Lucas asked before Tucker could.
“There’s been a slight complication.”
“What? What kind of complication?” Tucker asked, his nerves and worry building up.Could it be the holes? Did the baby get stuck in one of them?It might not be rational thinking on Tucker’s part, but he wasn’t thinking sane thoughts at the moment.
“Your placenta came out after the first child, and we need to perform a cesarean to take the second child since he’s breach, and I don’t want to take the chance of trying to turn him. So we are going to take the baby out before Lucas loses too much blood and or the little one dies.”
He was more serious than he’d even seen the doctor. There wasn’t the usually nodding that Doctor Wilson did which Lucas and Tucker would mimic.
