I Found the Babies

"Terrence!"

A loud bellow pulled me out of my hazy, half-asleep state and I opened my eyes to look around before flipping onto my stomach and trying to get some more sleep. Whatever he wanted, it could wait. It couldn't be more important than my sleep, could it? I took a look at my alarm clock.

It was freaking three in the morning!

I snuggled into the comfort of my bed once again, trying to ignore the yelling of my father from right across the room as I groaned and pulled the comforter above my head, blocking out all the noise.

So much for wanting to spend time with my family.

"Terrence! Wake up! Fast! Larissa went into labour! I need your help!" My father shouted again, his voice penetrating through the comforter as I groaned again and pulled the comforter tighter against me.

Wait!

Larissa went into labour!

My step mother just went into labour!

Why couldn't he say that earlier!? Panic coursed through me as the situation's seriousness dawned, and suddenly I was flinging the comforter away and hopping out of the bed as I ran into the room where my father and his wife of two years were supposed to be sleeping. As I went closer to the room, I become more aware of the shrieks of agony that no doubt came from my step mother.

I winced inwardly at her shrieks and took deep breaths. I, then, entered just to have my stepmother stop shouting and screaming; looking at me with a weird look on her face.

Let me give you a warning: she was only two years elder to me, and I had no interest in elder women. She was nothing but a gold digger and I never understood what dad saw in her. She was so many things: dumb but somehow a manipulating bitch, intelligent enough to never cheat on my father. She was sexy, alright, and quite provocative, too, but when the term 'stepmother' was attached to her, my dick thought it was better to respect her and always stayed down; my eyes never went below her neck or wherever they shouldn't go. It wasn't that difficult, to be honest, Larissa's types were only good for a distracting fuck, especially when I was really bored.

My dad was so in love with her that he never paid attention to her person. He was blinded by his faith in her - not that she had given him a reason to be suspicious. It was just that I never felt that she appreciated or even gave a damn about how he felt. She was after his money, no doubt, because with my dad being almost twice her age, she knew that with his heart problems, he would not live that long.

"Terrence Powers! What is this!?" I heard my father's horrified voice, "Do you think you are of any help in this state?"

"Why? What's wrong-Oh... Oh!" I had looked down and found myself standing just in my navy blue boxers. No doubt Larissa was giving me those weird looks.

I gave dad a sheepish look and ran into my room, immediately throwing on some sweatpants and a T-shirt. I grabbed my phone and a peppermint from the nightstand. I had just realised that my breath smelled horrible and I didn't want to poison the car in fear of suffocating my unborn sibling. I quickly hopped down the stairs and found dad carrying Larissa towards the garage. I unlocked the car and helped him place her inside as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear and held her hands, stroking her cheeks and her hair.

For a moment, I wondered if Larissa even cared about all the things dad did for her. My jaw clenched as I thought about it, but then shook out of it, because right now, reaching hospital as soon as possible seemed to be of more importance.

I entered the hospital premises, luckily, without a potential speeding ticket, and carried Larissa to the lobby. A nurse immediately brought a stretcher and soon she was taken to the delivery room with my father in tow.

Then I felt it.

I needed to pee.

I suddenly realised that my bladder was about to burst and if I didn't hurry, nature was surely going to leave a voicemail for me - my piss all over the hospital floor.

I didn't bother telling dad because I knew that me disappearing in the hospital would be the last thing on his mind. So I tried to locate the restroom in the vast hospital.

As I strode through the corridor, I saw the faces of the new fathers. None of them had frowns on their faces; excitement and happiness shone in their eyes and I wondered if my father was also feeling the same, if not more. When Larissa first told him that she was pregnant, he was all over the moon. I had never seen him so happy before, at least not since my mother's death.

I found the restroom and literally ran in there, but was left aghast when I saw the long line even for the pissoirs.

Didn't people have better things to do in a hospital? I was on the verge of wetting my pants in front of a large audience. Agonisingly slowly, when I felt that I couldn't control anymore, I finally had my turn. I let it all go, them, feeling the orgasmic feeling wash all over me.

Really, peeing when your bladder is on the verge of bursting is such a wonderful feeling.

I washed my hands as I looked at my reflection in the mirror in front of me.

The realisation hit me like a T-Rex sitting on my shoulders when I stopped for a moment to look at my face.

I was going to be a brother.

Shit! I was going to be a brother. A twenty eight year old business tycoon was about to be a brother. It would be an understatement to say that I was shocked when I got to know about it. I had no idea dad was still young enough to ensure that his sperms made it to their destination. In fact, even Larissa seemed to be shocked, since how she so wanted to pursue her career and didn't want any distraction from her ultimate goal: My dad's money.

He had been the happiest among us.

I went out of the washroom and headed towards the delivery room where dad and Larissa were supposed to be. It wasn't quiet at all down that hallway. People were running here and there, the nurses and the doctors, too, seemed in a hurry, but only one part of the hall seemed inactive-

-Right where Larissa's delivery room was supposed to be.

I ran towards it and immediately froze when I saw the tear streaked faces of dad and his wife.

They didn't seem like happy tears.

Something in my gut clenched. Even though I despised Larissa and was in a shock all through her pregnancy, I was actually looking forward to meeting my half sibling. And looking at the grief stricken couple, I contemplated whether I should go inside or not.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Mr. Powers, I think your father needs you there." Dr. James, the one who was supposed to aid in delivering my sister or brother said to me, and I just nodded and stepped inside the hospital room.

I tried to keep my mind blank from the possibilities that led to this situation. It could have been that the umbilical cord wound around my baby sister or brother's neck, or maybe it was a really, really complicated delivery.

But complicated deliveries weren't supposed to be this short, right? They were supposed to be long enough for me and dad to wear down the hospital's marble floors.

I could see the look on dad's face, and I recognised it immediately. It was the same look he had on when mom died, the one which was stoic and strong, yet, pained and broken.

Please. No. This couldn't - shouldn't be happening. Dad was supposed to look happy - all flushed face, goofy grins and twinkling blue eyes.

The only twinkle that I could see was from the tears glossing his eyes.

I patted my father's shoulders comfortingly and he immediately pulled me into a hug. I patted his back awkwardly, then, not really knowing what to do in such a situation.

"The baby was stillborn."

That was all he whispered after, finally, sobbing his heart out on my shoulder. I could have sworn I never saw him look so broken in my entire twenty eight years of existence. My eyes went over to Larissa, who was crying too, her hands clutching her hair as she let out frustrated sobs, her eyes showing regret more than pain.

How was I to make her understand that it wasn't her fault?

I didn't like her at all, but this was the last thing I could have ever wished for her. It was cruel, and I had no idea how it felt for her own baby being snatched away from her.

I pulled away from dad and gripped his shoulders, saying the only thing I knew I could say in such a situation.

"Dad, you need to stay strong for Larissa."

It was a stupid thing to say, I know, but he immediately nodded and went to hold her while I just let my feet take me wherever they wanted to. I should have been the one strong enough for both of them, but my own nerves and thoughts were fogging. I had no idea when I had stepped out of the hospital and when I had started to take the familiar route towards the cemetery.

As I was walking, I saw a familiar face walking down the street, headed towards the opposite way. She was on her phone with someone and was chatting away without stopping for breath. I remembered the first time I had met her in Larissa's office - when I had to go to pick Larissa up. I had found this woman standing in her office, shooting daggers at her with her gaze, the intention of murder clearly on her mind.

Her glare had immediately shifted to me as I barged in the office without any preamble. Not that it affected me in any way, since my brain had switched positions with my other head, and my dick was oh-so-eager to come out of my pants and take a nice look at her, outside and inside.

She was still looking hot in her white blouse and skinny jeans, as her hips sashayed when she walked, her brown tresses glinting as the streetlights illuminated her features. It crossed my mind for a moment, what exactly was it that she was doing out on the streets at nearly four in the morning, but I had more pressing things to attend to.

I shook my head as she escaped my line of vision.

My chest burned and my eyes were heavy with unshed tears. My heart felt heavy and my stomach clenched and unclenched. All the waiting for those nine months, all the happiness, anticipation, excitement, hopes, dreams were crushed into bits, today. I opened the wrought iron gate to the cemetery and my feet took me towards my destination.

"Mom." I whispered.