Page 151 of Delirium
“No, come on, Phee. Come on, love.” Storm kept encouraging me. But if he was here, and I was here, where were… Where were our kids? They took them from us. They fucking took them from us.
With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I pushed through the fog surrounding my mind, and opened my eyes, blinking at the blinding light surrounding me.
“T-too br-ight,” I croaked, squinting through the sharp pain rushing through my stomach.
“Oh God,” Storm cried. I opened my eyes again and his face came into focus, the tear-stained cheeks and the anguish living inside those green eyes I loved so much. “Sunshine.” He pressed his lips to my forehead, and I could almost feel all the pain he must have felt while I was out through that simple touch. His body trembled, his hand shaking as he held mine, and I fucking hated seeing him like this.
“W-water,” I rasped, trying to pull myself up, but the sharp pain cutting over my abdomen stopped me from moving. I winced as I looked down at my deflated stomach. The panic rushed through me at the sight where my babies used to be, from where they took them, and I frantically searched Storm’s eyes, looking for a sign, anything.
“St-orm,” I cried out.
“Wait, wait, here.” He took a cup filled with water from somewhere on my right, and brought it to my lips with the little straw inside. “Baby sips, Sunshine. Go slowly.”
My dried lips wrapped around the tip of the straw, my parched mouth filling with the water slowly, almost painfully, as it slid down my throat, quenching my thirst.
“Oh that feels much better,” I murmured, before turning toward Storm. “Hi,” I rasped, my lower lip wobbling as I took him in.
The dark angry circles around his eyes had my heart in a vice grip, making it harder to breathe, and I hated the worry lining around his eyes.
“Hi,” he breathed out, his eyes drinking me in as if he couldn’t believe I was here.
“I’m sorry,” I cried out. “I’m so sorry, Storm. I didn’t…” I hiccupped. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, and now I’ve lost our kids, and—”
“Hey, hey, hey,” he butted in, sitting down on the bed and holding my hand in his. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Sunshine. This wasn’t your fault.”
“But I should’ve listened. I should’ve taken one of the guys with us, and now—”
“And now everything is okay. You’re okay, we’re okay. You’re alive, Phee. You’re here with me.”
“But the twins,” I cried again, unable to stop the tears. “Oh God,” I wailed, inconsolable. My heart was ripping apart, shattering from the pain. They were gone. My babies were gone and I would probably never see them again. “I should have protected them. I should have been stronger.” I hiccupped, letting the tears fall. “It was my fault.”
“Sunshine, hey. Baby, look at me.” I shook my head, keeping my eyes closed.
I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t see the pain there because I was the one who essentially caused it. It was all my fucking fault.
“Sunshine, please.” His voice broke in the end, begging me to look at him.
“I’m sorry, Storm,” I mumbled. “I’m so so sorry.”
“Okay, that’s it.” The bed dipped, and within seconds, he was in the bed with me, scooping me in his arms, holding me, lying on his side while his thumbs rubbed against my cheeks, his lips peppering kisses all over my face.
“Phee, baby, look at me,” he crooned, but I couldn’t do it. “Baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice, in the way he held me. “The twins are here.”
“What?” I asked, my eyes flashing open immediately. “What are you talking about?”
“The twins.” He grinned, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “They’re here, Sunshine. They’re okay.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed out. “I want to see them. I need to see them, I—”
I started moving, trying to get out of the bed, but the stitches over my stomach stopped me as did the pain rushing through my body. “Fuck,” I groaned.
“You have to stay still,” Storm murmured, holding me down. “You’re still recovering and you won’t be able to walk around anytime soon.”
“But I want to see them, Storm,” I cried out. “I… I didn’t get to hold them. I need to hold them. I want to feel them next to me.”
“They’re in NICU right now,” Storm murmured against my hair. “But they’re okay. Malakai had a small problem with breathing yesterday, but he’s okay. They’re both going to be okay.”
“They’re okay?” I couldn’t believe it until I saw them.
