Our story begins with Lauryn Hernandez, daughter of the once famous telenovela star, Maria Hernandez. Hernandez? You might be wondering why the Quinn family starts with someone different, but I can assure you it’s not a mistake, and it will all make sense in due time. So please enjoy! For hose who are new to the legacy, click here for the chapter list.
Hey there, fellow simmers, the last few weeks have been kinda rough. My laptop crashed and burned last week, taking with it the Quinn family. my intention was to remake the Quinns on the computer I scored a deal on, but it cannot handle Sims 3 😦
So until i can figure out a way to fix it, I’ll be taking a break from writing. I’m so sorry and I was so looking forward to sharing Generation 2 with you. ❤
Love, Starlet
*Drum roll please!* The generation 2 heir is………..Ryan!!!! So here’s a sneak peek into his generation 🙂
The bars rang in Ryan’s ears as they clanged shut behind him. Oliver sneered from across the table, “You weren’t in court this morning. You didn’t hear the judge sentence me to 15 freakin’ years in this jail, man. When you really know that the only reason I’m in here is because of you!”
Ryan’s eyes widened in anger as his voice grew low and threatening, “You shut your damn mouth, Oliver. You were the one who sold the tainted meth. You were the one who gave it to those teens from around the block. You may as well have shot them in the head, because it’s your fault that they died! You’re lucky to have only been sentenced to 15 years. So how can you possibly blame this entire freakin’ mess on me?”
Just as Ryan was about to walk out, Oliver’s low whisper met his ears, “I know it was you.”
Almost against his will, Ryan answered, “What the hell are you talking about, man?”
“I know it was you who told the cops where my stash house was. You told them where I was hiding out, and you gave up my crew. You’d better watch out.”
Ryan sneered, “Is that a threat?”
Oliver’s eyes grew more serious than angry, “No, Ry, it’s a warning to be careful. Just because you’re my brother, doesn’t mean they won’t get revenge.”
Ryan sighed heavily, “You’re right, Oliver. I did tell them, but only because the police threatened to come after Mom and Dad, Cassidy and Chris,….everyone. I couldn’t let them drag our name through the mud. I’m sorry.”
Oliver had a single tear run down his face, “Ryan, we’re good. I’m sorry that you had to get mixed up in all of this.”
Ryan smiled slightly, “You keep your head straight in here, bro. I can take care of myself.”
The brothers shared a look that spoke volumes and yet nothing at all. Finally, Oliver broke the silence, “I know I’m in no place to ask for any favors, but I have something to tell you.” He waited for Ryan to nod before continuing, “Last year, before we turned 23, I hooked up with this strung out junkie, who couldn’t afford my price. She offered, uh, other types of goods,”
Ryan cleared his throat uncomfortably, “Move on, bro.”
“Anyways, about 2 months ago, this girl shows up, in tears, with a baby on her hip. She said it’s mine, and to be honest, the baby had my eyes.”
“Dude, you have a baby?! Mom’s gonna flip!”
“I know, I know, man, but if it’s mine, I’m not going to see the kid for 15 years. So here’s where my favor comes in; would you mind checking in on the kid for me every once in a while?”
Ryan shook his head before he heard himself agreeing, “Sure. I’ll check in every now and then. Do you even know this chick’s name?”
Oliver smiled, “Talia something or other, lives on the edge of Bridgeport with her brother, Rafe.”
“Dude! You slept with Rafe’s sister?! He’s the one with the most to lose now that you’re in jail.”
When Ryan trudged in the front door that night, brushing the snow off of his shoulders. He tossed a freezer meal into the microwave, plopping heavily down in his chair. He put his head in his hands, trying to get the image of some helpless baby out there growing up in the slums of Bridgeport. When Ryan climbed into bed that night, he vowed to track down that kid and make sure he was being cared for.
~Welcome to generation one finale! In order to fit lifetime moments in, this chapter is quite long, so please enjoy!~
Sabrina huffed and puffed up the stairs, trying to wrangle two naked toddlers into their pajamas. As she stopped to catch her breath at the top, she wondered when three year had ever gone by so fast. Her two, sweet and chubby little babies had turned into rambunctious little toddlers before her very eyes. The muffled sounds of giggles brought her focus back to the task at hand, no matter how difficult. She moved toward the linen closet before opening it and roaring. Their screams of delight/terror sent her to floor with her laughter. Ina more serious tone she hunkered down close to them, “C’mon now boys, if your father comes home and you’re buck naked, he won’t be reading you a bedtime story.”
Little Oliver stuck his pants on his head before running around in circles. Sabrina chose to ignore him and focus on helping Ryan find the correct holes for his arms. The sound of Oliver’s cries brought her to the bedroom, where the little boy had run straight into the wall. Sabrina knelt down next to him, “Ollie, this is why we don’t wear our pants on our head, okay?” He nodded slightly, big sniffles shaking his body every now and then. Sabrina pulled him into her arms, kissing him all over until the tears were replaced with shrieks of joy. Once he was fully clothed, she set him free once again.
Sabrina settled in on the couch, counting the minutes until Justin came home from his business meeting. He usually didn’t work so late, but he was really close to being promoted to Department Head. All too soon though, her silence was broken by the dramatic whine of her teenage daughter, Cassidy, “Moooooom! Tell Esther to leave me alone!”
Sabrina sighed heavily, now counting the seconds until Justin was home. When she reached Cassidy’s room, she leaned on the doorway, “You mom’d?”
Cassidy huffed, “I’m trying to study for my midterm tomorrow, and Esther keeps coming in here to talk to me, or show me her latest drawing, or beg me to braid her hair. I have to study!”
Sabrina laid a hand on her shoulder, “And you couldn’t tell her this because….?
Cassidy shook her head, “I’ve pleaded with her, Mom! Any other day I might consider doing her hair, or hanging out, but Mr. Lothario doesn’t give any make-up tests, or exceptions and his questions try to trick you! I’ve got to study…”
Sabrina wanted to face this teacher head on but instead pulled her close, “You’re too young to be this stressed, hon. 15 more minutes of studying and then reward yourself by joining us for an ice cream sundae party. Esther will help me set it up. Deal?”
Cassidy smiled, and in a rare display of affection, threw her arms around her stepmother.
As Sabrina walked down the stairs hand in hand with Esther, she couldn’t help but sneak a smile.
5 years Later:
Justin wrapped his arm around Cassidy, pulling her close. He murmured quietly, “How are you holding up?”
Fresh tears poured down her face, “I just can’t believe that Grandpa Quinn is gone. Every time that I look over at mom, and the distraught look on her face, I just start crying again.”
Justin wiped a tear of his own, before hugging her tightly, “He was a good man, Cass. I was lucky to have him as my father-in-law.”
Cassidy nodded bravely, wiping her face. She looked over at her siblings before saying, “I’d better make sure they’re okay.”
Justin let her walk away, moving closer to his wife and mother-in-law. Sabrina had her hand on her mother’s arm, “Mom, you’re going to stay with us tonight, okay?”
“Oh, honey, that’s sweet of you, but Ethan and Julia already invited me to come stay in their guesthouse for as long as I need. I’ll still need my weekly dose of grandchildren. Sunday dinner is still on, alright? Your father would want it that way.” Sabrina kissed her mother on the cheek, wiping away a tear, before turning to Justin. She leaned into his strong arms, silent sobs shaking her body.
Later that night, Sabrina lay in her bed, listening to Justin’s even snores. She crept across the room as quietly as possible, sneaking down the hall. She poked her head in Cassidy’s room, smiling at her sweet girl, who was no longer a girl any more. A freshman at Sims University, Cassidy was on track to be a bright young teacher. Sabrina snuck into Esther’s room, giggling at how wildly she slept. Her head was twisted sideways, with arms and legs flung everywhere. Sabrina did her best to tuck her in before moving to the boys’ room. She sat at the edge of Oliver’s bed, pushing his curls behind his ear. On the opposite side of the room, Ryan snored loudly, cuddling his catcher’s mitt. It was a crazy, intertwined, messy, happy, loud, brood. But it was her brood.
3 years later
“Push, sweetie, push! You’re almost there.” Sabrina cheered on her youngest daughter as she labored through the night. At one point Esther leaned against her mom and began to cry, “I can’t do this!” Sabrina kissed her sweet girl’s forehead, “I know, baby, but the worst is almost over. Soon you’ll have a beautiful baby girl in your arms.”
As the sun began to ascend, a new little life was brought into this world. “It’s a boy!” cried the doctors as they placed him on Esther’s chest. She look dumbfoundedly at her mother, “But, they said he was a girl!” Sabrina laughed, knowing exactly how tired she was, “But he’s a beautiful baby boy, Esther.”
Damien, the baby’s father and Esther’s boyfriend, peered over their shoulders in wonder, muttering over and over to himself, “I have a son.” Sabrina put her arms around Esther, kissing her forehead, “You did real good, babydoll.”
2 years later
Sunday dinners were still a tradition in the Quinn-Walsh household, even after Victoria Quinn passed at the age of 82. Sabrina accepted her new role as hostess with open arms. The twins were more than used to helping get the house ready for their guests, even if it was all family. Now that they were off in college though, Sabrina had the house to herself most often.
As the doorbell rang that afternoon, Sabrina practically ran to answer it, embracing her brother in a bear hug. After she hugged him, she led him, Julia, and their 3 year old son, Zeke, inside. Sabrina put her hands on Julia’s round tummy, “I can’t wait to meet you, little one!” They shared a laugh before heading into the kitchen.
There was a knock on the door, and Justin rushed to open it. He led Cassidy and her husband, Chris into the living room. He gave his baby girl a big embrace before noticing that something was off. He looked her over, glanced at Chris, before bringing his gaze back to Cassidy. She grinned wide, and pointed one finger at her belly. It took a moment for Justin to connect the dots, but once he did, he let out a whoop of joy until Cassidy shushed him, “We’re not telling people yet, Dad, I just knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it from you and Mom.”
As Justin pestered Cassidy for details, Sabrina answered the door once again. She kissed her boys on the cheek before leading them inside. Once they’d taken their coats off, then she gave them each a hug. She brushed back Ryan’s hair, “How’s college life, bud?” He shrugged, “My professors are okay, but the homework sucks.” Oliver piped up, “The girls are hot though.” Sabrina shook her head, laughing as they shoved each other playfully. She made a mental note to send extra food home with them. Ryan looks like he’s losing weight.
Esther and Damien were the last to arrive with little Gilligan in tow. They decided to co-parent together without being married. Sabrina scooped up little Gil in her arms, pretending to bite his rosy cheeks. He grabbed her face and kissed her, mouth open and all. She laughed harder than she had in a long time before throwing him over her shoulder and announcing to the entire family, “Let’s eat!”
After everyone had left, it was just Sabrina and Justin lounging in bed. After several minutes of silence, Sabrina put her book down, before cuddling up next to Justin. He smiled and pushed her hair behind her ears, leaning in to give her a kiss. His eyes lit up as he said, “I have some big news for you, dear. Cassidy’s pregnant.” Sabrina laughed, “Oh, I’ve known about that for a few weeks now, baby. I think even before they did.” Justin’s mouth nearly hit the floor, “How? I was so proud of myself for not spilling the beans in front of everyone. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops.” Sabrina kissed him, “I could just tell, hon. She seemed really exhausted these last few weeks, and she has hardly eaten any of the past 4 Sunday dinners. I just had a feeling.” He smiled and pulled her closer to him, “I love you, Sabrina Quinn-Walsh and that’s never going to change.”
~Sabrina’s P.O.V.~
The days and weeks following the twins’ arrival passed by in an unrecognizable blur. We somehow survived those rough first weeks. I often felt like a human milk machine, which I essentially was. And the hormones! No one tells you the hormones after the birth can be even worse than during the pregnancy. One evening, Justin returned home from work and found me hiding in the bathroom, sobbing into my hands. He threw his jacket onto the bed and rushed to my side, “Baby, are you okay? What happened?”
I stood up, shaking my head, “It’s nothing, Justin. Everybody’s fine. Esther is planted in front of the TV, Cassidy is doing homework, and the boys are sleeping.”
He put his arms around me, “What’s the matter then?”
I laid my head on his shoulder, “It’s these stupid hormones. I still cry at the drop of the hat. This morning, your mother dropped by, which was a pleasant surprise…until she dropped some passive aggressive remarks about how I was still wearing my maternity clothes.”
He put his arm behind his head, “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. You know I find you sexy as hell.”
I sighed, “You know, most days I’m too wrapped up in our life that we’ve built together to worry about my weight, but for goodness sake, Justin. The twins are almost three months old and my clothes still don’t fit me.”
I was crying again at this point, but Justin just pulled me closer, hugging me tight. He kissed my forehead, “Babe, your body has been through hell and back this last year. Give yourself some time to heal and I promise I’ll help in any way I can.” His face lit up, “Starting tonight, we’re all going to take a family walk around the neighborhood before bedtime. Yeah?”
I started crying harder, but this time they were tears of joy. Justin wiped my face and whispered, “Tomorrow, I’ll call Julia and see if she is free to babysit on Friday. You and I can go out, and I’ll show you exactly how beautiful you are.”
True to his word, we walked the neighborhood with the kids, each of us pushing a stroller, while Cassidy and Esther led the way. The rest of the week managed to fly by in a whirlwind of diaper changes and tantrums. Friday could not come any sooner but come it did. Julia showed up three hours earlier than planned. I opened the door and threw my arms around her, “Get in here, girl! How are you doing? I’m so sorry we missed your birthday last month. Did you get my card?”
She laughed as she scooped up Esther, “So many questions, but I’m good. I had a blast at my party, and I totally don’t blame you for not coming. I did get your card, and I loved Cassidy’s drawing.”
Esther clapped her hands, “Auntie Juju, look!” She wiggled until Julia set her on the ground. Esther spun in a circle until she collapsed in a fit of giggles. Julia smiled wide, “Wow! Good job, Esther.” She turned to me, “I’m sorry for coming so early, but I thought I’d give you a small break if you wanted to nap, or take a soak in the tub. Any way I can help you.”
I tried to stop the tears from flowing, but I was powerless against these damn hormones. I flung my arms around her, whispering my thanks before practically ran up the stairs, drawing a nice relaxing bath.
By the time Justin came home from work, my hair and makeup were all done. Oliver was on my breast, and Ryan was asleep in the bassinet. He gave me a quick, “How long has Julia been here?” I sighed happily, “Three hours or so.” He chuckled before burping Oliver so that I could get dressed. As we made our way downstairs, Cassidy rushed over to us, “Don’t go! Please don’t leave me here! Just stay…” Justin handed the baby to me and pulled her off of his leg. He led her over to the couch and I walked into the kitchen to hand Oliver over to Julia, “Okay. I know you have our numbers but I wrote them down as well as the pediatricians and Justin’s parent’s number.” She smiled, but I pressed on, “Ryan is asleep upstairs, but he’ll be ready to eat in an hour or so. Ollie just ate, but he’ll probably poop within the hour. Their pacifiers are in the top drawer of the changing table and their fresh bott-”
She took Oliver from my hands, “Really, Sabrina, the kids and I will be fine. If I get overwhelmed, I’ll make Ethan come over and help me. Go on and have fun.” After
She shooed us out the door and Justin led me to the car. Once inside I asked him, “Was Cass alright? I’ve never seen her so scared.”
He held my hand as we drove along, “Well, in the last year or so, she’s been through quite a lot. I think this is the first time, besides when she’s in school, that she hasn’t had either of us near her. I reassured her that she could stay up with Julia until we get home and I promised her an epic bedtime story.”
I laughed before leaning back in my seat, enjoying this time together. Once we came closer to our destination, Justin made me close my eyes. He helped me out of the car, and led me down a sidewalk. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he held my hand tighter, “Okay, this is it. Open your eyes.”
I opened them to find him down on one knee, roses in one hand and my left hand in the other. His eyes were full of tears, “One year ago today, we were supposed to be married. This last year has been the toughest you and I have and hopefully ever will deal with.” His tears spilled over but he continued, “Sabrina Quinn, will you marry me today?” My mouth flew open so he quickly explained, “I wanted it to be just you and I today. Something intimate and small, nothing to stress over but if you want to wait and-“
I interrupted him by placing my hand on his cheeks and kissing him. When we parted, I whispered breathlessly, “Yes.”
We came home that evening as Mr. and Mrs. Justin Walsh. As promised, Justin led Cassidy upstairs to begin her bedtime story, and I paid Julia for her time, “Did they behave themselves?”
She laughed, “Yes. Esther stuffed herself with chicken nuggets before she promptly fell asleep in her high chair in a food coma. Ryan and Oliver went to bed about an hour ago, and Cassidy and I had a lot of fun watching a movie.”
I hugged her before walking her out to her car, making sure to convey my thanks. I went back inside and plopped down on the couch with a contented sigh. A few minutes later, Justin joined me, a smile creeping across his face, “Well, Mrs. Walsh, what shall we do now?”
I moved closer to him until I was in his lap, “I can think of a few things.”
He wrapped his arms around me and began kissing me passionately. As he rolled me onto my back, the cry of a hungry infant stopped us in our tracks. I kissed Justin, “It’s probably Ollie. If I don’t go now, he’ll be too angry to eat and it’ll take twice as long.”
Justin smiled lazily, “Will you be returning to this couch, Mrs. Walsh?”
I smiled as I went up the stairs, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see…”
Sorry for not posting recently, my family and I went on a road trip these last couple weeks. We just got back this morning, so I should finish up the next chapter in the next few days. Love you guys!
I was nominated by one of my readers to list my top 5 favorite pictures from The Quinn Family. So I’m going to countdown and lead up to my all time favorite.
5. Sabrina Meets Her Real Family
4. Sabrina Feels Esther Kick 
3. The Family That Sleeps Together Stays Together
2. Sabrina the Labor Goddess
1. Family Time
***Warning! There are graphic birth pictures in this chapter. Love you guys! :)***
~Sabrina’s P.O.V~
I managed to stay bedridden until my 38th week of pregnancy. I was at the point where, I couldn’t sit up or lay down without any help. Justin had to give me a sponge bath every night. The day I made it to my 38th week, I (with some assistance) jumped out of bed, wanting to go out and about. There were a few twinges here and there, but it was nothing like before. That evening, I was in the middle of reading a bedtime story to Esther when a stronger twinge of pain pinched my spine. I grit my teeth and forced myself to finish the book. The minute Esther was in her crib, I raced downstairs and called out for Justin. I heard the door of the office open, and Justin’s voice down the hall, “Hon, did you say my name?”
I grunted as I struggled to put on my shoes, “Yes, I need you!”
He came into the living, and I could tell he was holding back laughter as I tried to reach my feet. He knelt next to me and helped me with my shoes, “Where are we going?”
I tried to answer calmly, but another contraction interrupted me, “You need to call my mom, we-oooooooh baby this is a big one-,” I panted tiredly while realization dawned on my husband. He scrambled into action, but before he went too far away, I felt the color drain from my face as I grabbed his arm, “Justin…oooooh…my water just broke.” If I hadn’t been in the middle of labor, I would have laughed at how fast he was moving. He grabbed the stopwatch, and called my mom. He ran back to me, “Okay, so I called your mom, she’ll be here in 10 minutes. However, Dr. Sinclair wants to talk to you.”
I nodded nervously, but I took the phone from Justin, “Hello?”
Dr. Sinclair’s kind voice soothed my nerves some, “Hello Sabrina. I’m going to ask you to do the hardest thing you’ve ever done, okay?”
I gulped before answering, “Okay, what do you need?”
He sighed, “Twenty minutes ago, a drunk driving a semi took out three of the lanes on the freeway. I need you to trust me when I tell you that it’ll be easier for me to get to you, than for you to get to me. Every ambulance we have available is out tending to the twenty or so people injured by the semi. If you are willing to trust me, I can deliver your babies at home.”
Fear threatened to overtake me, but I managed to squeak out, “Uhm…of course I trust you. I’ll have Justin give you our address.”
I handed the phone to Justin before walking back to the living room. I buried my head in my face and sobbed. I heard soft footsteps on the stairs, so I quickly quieted and wiped my eyes. Cassidy came down the stairs, her eyes searching my face, “Mama, I thought I heard crying. Are you okay?”
I smiled, trying my best to reassure her, “Yeah, I’m alright. The babies are coming, and it’s really painful, but it means my body is doing what it’s supposed to.”
She nodded, seeming to accept this before feeling my belly. Justin walked in the room, kissing my forehead, “The doctor will be here in half an hour.”
I sighed and leaned my had back against Justin’s shoulder, “We have everything ready, right?”
He chuckled, “Yes, hon, everything is ready. Cassidy and I finished the nursery yesterday. We received tons of diapers at your shower. You just focus on laboring, okay?”
My mother sat quietly on the couch, a teary smile on her face. I knelt on the ground, placing my head in her lap. She smoothed my hair and spoke softly, “The night you were born, a big blizzard had just hit the town. We were iced in our small cottage when my water broke. By the time the nearest doctor was able to make it, you were well on your way to being born. Oh my stars, you were so pink and perfect, your father was afraid to pick you up for fear that you would break. It was a perfect day….”
Her voice trailed off as tears ran down her face. I held her hand and smiled, but was silent as another contraction made its presence known. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, hoping I didn’t scare Cassidy but in too much pain to care. I turned to Justin suddenly, “Since we’re here at home, Cassidy can be a part of the experience like we wanted originally.”
He nodded slowly, “If you don’t think it’ll be too difficult, I don’t see why not.”
Justin ran upstairs to go talk to Cassidy, and I went into the kitchen to get some water. Another contraction stopped me in my tracks and I gripped the counter as the pain overwhelmed me. When it had passed, I heard a knock on the door and waddled my way over there. Dr. Sinclair gave me a hug as I let him inside. I laid on the bed, letting him check out my labor progress. He finished up aft a few minutes, “Okay, we are 7 centimeters dilated and 100% effaced. I think we’ll be ready to push in the next few hours.”
I leaned back against the pillows, waiting for the next contraction to come. Dr. Sinclair sat at the foot of the bed, “Any questions for me before the exciting stuff begins?”
I shook my head and whispered, “I’m scared.”
He gave me a reassuring smile, “I think you’ve forgotten my 30 years’ experience doing exactly this.”
Justin returned downstairs, Cassidy following behind him. He set her on the bed, nearer to my head, before smiling at her, “Remember the rules?”
She nodded obediently, “It’s okay if Mama screams, don’t move off the bed, and to leave Mama alone when she’s pushing.”
I beamed at her, “Those are great rules, Cassidy, and if you feel like it’s too scary for you, Daddy or Grandma will take you back upstairs, okay?” She nodded before laying down next to me. I sighed, thankful that it was a Friday, and it wouldn’t matter if she stayed up too long.
By ten o’clock that evening, my contractions were barely a minute apart, I had finally reached ten centimeters and it was time to start pushing. I sat up, gripped my knees and I’m pretty sure I made a noise akin to a dying animal. I felt everything happening, and I do mean everything. As my body stretched, I screamed and gave one big push. Dr. Sinclair kept his hands steady and told me, “Okay, little breaths here, don’t push too hard, the head is coming.” I gripped Justin’s hand as the baby’s head finally made it through and got the okay to push again on the next contraction. As I I pushed, I felt the rest of the baby emerge, a healthy cry echoing through the room. Justin cried out, “It’s a boy, Sabrina! We have a boy!” I cried tears of joy as he was set onto my chest.
We had a few blissful moments to enjoy our baby, until the next contraction hit, this time I couldn’t stop screaming. After it had passed, I gripped Justin’s arm, calling out to the doctor, “I need you to check the baby, it feels different this time. More painful….” My voice trailed off as yet another contraction tore through me. Dr. Sinclair checked on things down there before glancing at me with a grim expression on his face, “Sabrina, whatever you do, do not push! Your baby is breech. When the contraction passes I’m going to flip the baby.”
Justin helped me move closer to the end of the bed, and I nodded, blinking back the tears that threatened to surface. When the contraction subsided, Dr. Sinclair pushed his arm inside of me, moving the baby gently back inside and I nearly passed out from the pain. I screamed so loud, I felt Cassidy startle beside me. With his free hand, Dr. Sinclair pressed on my stomach, trying to nudge the baby into the correct position. I gripped Justin’s hand and bit my lip. After a moment of tension, I felt the baby turn. I breathed a sigh of relief as Dr. Sinclair extracted his arm. Pulling off his glove, Dr. Sinclair beamed at me, “We should be back on track.”
More determined than ever, I pushed harder and harder with each contraction. After an hour of almost no progress, I pulled Justin close to me, “Get this baby out!” I began to weep, the pain overwhelming me, “I just want to be done, baby. I need a break. I can’t push anymore.”
Justin was cut off by another intense contraction. I bore down, yelling as I felt the baby move closer and closer to the finish line. Dr. Sinclair put his hand on my shoulder, “Pant like a dog on this next one, Sabrina, the baby is almost here.” I nodded and wiped my brow, preparing for the next contraction. Justin moved to sit behind me, and I laid my head back. As the next contraction came, I arched my back and panted. The baby’s head finally decided to emerge, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. With the last and final contraction, I pushed with every last ounce of strength I had. At 3 in the morning, we welcomed our second son into this world. I was too exhausted to cry, but I could not stop smiling as they were both placed on my chest.
After Dr. Sinclair finished examining the babies and left, Justin, Cassidy and I snuggled on the bed, gazing at the babies. Justin placed a kiss on my forehead, “Should we tell Cassidy her brother’s names?” I nodded, holding up the little guys snuggled in the crook of my arm, “This little one, is Ryan Christopher Quinn. I nodded to the other baby who busy nursing at my breast, “This is Oliver Eric Walsh.”
Cassidy looked confused, “Why do they have different last names?”
Justin thankfully explained for me, “Mama wanted one of the babies to carry on her name, since she hasn’t been a Quinn for very long. This way we’ll have two Quinns’ and two Walsh’s.”
I smiled as understanding dawned on her face, until it was masked by a huge yawn. Justin walked her upstairs, leaving me alone with the babies. I began to cry from tears of exhaustion, until Justin came back downstairs. He snuggled next to me on the bed, reaching for Oliver. I laid my head on his shoulder, whispering, “Did this just happen?” He pushed my hair behind my ear, “I have never loved you more than right now. Baby, you did so amazing.”
I smiled, but was too tired to answer. My lids were so heavy, but I couldn’t stop staring at our sons. I winced as I helped Ryan latch onto my breast, laughing as he hungrily grunted. Justin watched in amazement, helping me while Oliver struggled to get a strong latch. Once everyone was satisfied, burped and changed, I handed the babies to Justin who laid them down in their bassinet. Finally able to close my eyes, I laid back and sank into the bed. Only to hear Esther’s cries coming from her room.
~Sabrina’s P.O.V.~
Two weeks after Justin came home, I was in the middle of making lunch for all of us, when my stomach grew tight and an intense pain traveled down my back. It took me by such surprise that I dropped the plate I was holding, and I doubled over. I called out to Justin, but the pain had passed before he got to the kitchen. I thought nothing of it, passing it off as a Braxton-Hicks, until another one took me by surprise 10 minutes later. Justin wheeled over to me, grabbing my shoulders as I breathed through the pain. I panted for a minute before burying my face in his shoulder, ”I think this is the real deal, Justin.”
He rubbed my back, “Okay, well you can’t drive in this condition, and I’m still stuck in this damn chair, so I’ll go call your mom while you put your feet up on the couch.”
I waddled to the couch, trying to keep the tears at bay. I was barely seven months pregnant, I couldn’t imagine losing the babies now. Justin came into the living room, “Your mom is leaving the house as we speak, so she should be here in 10 minutes or so. I was more than ready to leave when my mom came, having gone through another contraction on the couch.
By the time we got there, two more contractions had worked their way through my body. It was my lucky day that Dr. Sinclair was working the delivery ward. He hooked me up to a CTG belt to monitor the babies’ heartrates and the intensity of my contractions. After three more contractions, he came back in and asked some questions, “Sabrina, you are 30 weeks along, correct?” I nodded through a contraction, and he continued, “Your contractions are 10 minutes apart, lasting a few seconds?”
“Yes, they’re between 10 and 12 minutes.”
He nodded, before saying, “The babies are trying to come out a little early, if you hadn’t guessed. Since your water hasn’t broken, I’m ordering you on strict bedrest. I’ll give you something today to slow down your labor, but until the babies reach at least 36 weeks, I want you off your feet unless it’s for a bathroom break, or a sponge bath. Absolutely no stairs, or strenuous lifting, like a toddler.”
My lip quivered, “Are the babies okay?”
He smiled kindly, “Right now, they’re perfectly healthy. We want them to keep baking for a little bit longer.”
I took a deep breath, trying to take it all in, but I was grateful to him. After he left, my mom moved her chair closer to my bed, “How are you feeling, sweetie?”
I nodded tiredly, exhaustion bringing tears to my eyes, “I’m trying not to stress out, but between Justin being out of work for who knows how long, and now this. I don’t know how we’ll pay for everything. We have his hospital bills and my hospital bills, and then there’s the housework and the boxes…I can’t put that all on Cassidy, and Justin is not strong enough yet…” my voice trailed off as I began sobbing.
My mom wrapped her arms around me, “Oh, sweet girl, it’ll be okay. I know this isn’t ideal, but you guys can do this, okay? Your father and I were going to surprise you once the twins are born, but now seems as good a time as ever.” I moved further away from her so I could see her face, and she continued, “When your father and I lost you, it was one of the darkest times in our life. Despite what the detectives told us, we knew you were out there somewhere, so we set up a trust fund for you. On your birthday every year, we would deposit 1000 dollars until you turned 18. It’s been about 5 years since we last checked your account but with interest rates, you should have well over 50,000 dollars.”
I gasped, “Obviously, I’ll have to talk to Justin about it, but I can’t think of a reason that he’d turn it down. That’s very generous of you.” My mother nodded and I threw my arms around her, sobs of relief shaking us both. I pulled away and kissed her on the cheek. She rubbed my back as another contraction gripped my body. The medicine was beginning to work, the contraction over as quick as it started. When she left to grab us some lunch from the cafeteria, I called Justin to tell him the news.
He answered on the first ring, “Hey, is everything okay?”
I nodded, “Yeah. I was going into premature labor, but they gave me some medicine to stop the contractions. I do have some bad news, though. I’ll be on bedrest for the next six weeks or so.”
He groaned sympathetically, “Aww, honey, I’m sorry. I know you were hoping that we could avoid bedrest.”
We talked for a few more minutes, until my mom came back with lunch. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the smell of mashed potatoes hit my nose. After dinner, my mom left, promising to come first thing in the morning to bring me home.
Three days into the mandatory bedrest, and I was already going insane. Ethan and my father had moved Justin and I’s bed downstairs, so I wasn’t completely isolated, but I was going stir crazy. I had five and a half weeks left, and even then, I had to take it easy. Justin shuffled slowly over to the bed, “You have never looked more beautiful, Sabrina.” I froze, my spoonful of chocolate pudding dangling from my mouth, before rolling my eyes. He climbed into bed next to me, “No, I’m serious, you may not feel it, but you’re stunning. I can show you how I feel if it’ll convince you.” I set my bowl aside, giggling as he nuzzled my neck. He gently rolled on top of me, kissing me with a passion I hadn’t seen in a long time. Esther’s cry from her bedroom quickly shut down our little makeout session. I sighed and laid back while Justin went to go get her. Wondering when my life would feel “normal” again.
Things were easygoing for the next month or so. Justin continued to get stronger, finally getting rid of his wheelchair while I remained in bed, missing out on all of Esther’s newest milestones. I’m embarrassed to say that I was growing quite irritable. Cassidy came down stairs in the middle of the night, waking up Justin and I, “Daddy, Mama, can I sleep with you? I had a bad dream.” Justin patted the space between us, while I moved over a little. Soon, you could hear her soft snores. I had just managed to fall back asleep when Esther’s cries could be heard down the hall. I groaned, and struggled to sit up, my ever-growing stomach making it near impossible. As I stood up, Justin waved me back into bed, “Sabrina, please lay down, you’re not supposed to walk, let alone carry Esther.” I growled in frustration, “I know that, Justin! I think after almost an entire month of laying down, I understand this! I just want to be able to go comfort my daughter.” I sat back down in a huff, while Justin went to go get Esther. I heard Cassidy toss and turn a little before she asked, “Mama, is everything okay?” I snapped at her, “Go back to sleep!” Realizing I had just yelled at her, I also laid my head down, turning my back to my family and crying quietly into my pillow.
In the morning, I woke and saw a card next to the bed.
I know you’re getting sick of being stuck at home. If you take the wheelchair outside, a surprise is in store. Don’t worry about us., I’m taking the girls to the park and then a movie, so the house is all yours for a few hours. We love you, grumpy and all…
Justin
I grabbed my slippers, and sat in the wheelchair. Rolling onto the patio, I saw that Justin had set up a cushioned picnic area just for me. It had a stack of books, lots of food, and it was right next to the pool. I settled myself down among the massive pillows, trying to get comfortable. I picked one of the books up, grabbed a handful of grapes, and slowly began to relax.
The day passed by quickly, and by the time Justin and the kids got home, I was deep into an FBI thriller. The girls swarmed me with hugs and kisses, nearly tackling me. I laughed at their excitement, “Careful, don’t knock me over. How was the movie?”
Esther held my face in both her little hands, “Fish are friends, not food.” I snorted with laughter, waiting for Cassidy to explain.
I tickled them both until their faces turned red, before asking Cassidy, “What about, babydoll, did you like the movie?”
She nodded, seeming to be very cautious of what she says. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my belly before saying, “Sweetheart, I am so proud of you, Cass. I know I haven’t been the nicest mommy lately, and I’m sorry if I’ve been angry these last couple days.”
She placed a kiss on my stomach, “It’s okay, Mama. Daddy says growing babies is hard work.”
I laughed and snuggled her close, “That’s right, but that’s no excuse for being cranky. C’mon, let’s see if these babies will put on a show for us today, okay? I pulled up my shirt and poked at my belly, Soon enough, one them kicked real hard. I was stretched thin enough that you could see all their movements nowadays. It was more fun for me to watch Cassidy’s face as she felt them move and tried to figure out if was an arm, or a leg, and a butt or a head.
Justin joined me on the blanket after a while, kissing my belly. I laid my head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have yelled at you this morning.
He kissed my forehead as we watched the sunset, “You have nothing to apologize for, honey. We will get through this together.”
As Cassidy led Esther around the yard, I turned to Justin and whispered, “I’m so sick of being pregnant, Justin. My body cannot possibly stretch anymore, and I’m so tired all the time, but I do nothing all day! I just want these babies out of me.” I clutched his shirt and sobbed quietly, so as not to alert the girls. He held me tight until my tears subsided. He kissed my cheek, “Feel better?” I nodded quietly, letting him rub my back.
He placed a kiss on my temple, “Have I thanked you lately?”
I looked at him quizzically, “Thanked me…for what? I’m a beached whale taking up space in our living room.”
He laughed, “No, seriously, Sabrina. You’re doing the most amazing job ever. You get to grow not one but two human beings inside of you. And this job you’re doing, is almost done, and then we’ll have two beautiful babies to look after.”
I laid my head on his chest, and sighed deeply, “Have we decided on names?”
The rest of the weekend flew by. The girls made a fort around my bed and we watched movies in it all day long. I tried to relax and enjoy the time I had with the girls before life grew even crazier.
~Sabrina’s P.O.V~
Hey y’all, this chapter is shorter than the others, but I’ll be posting the next chapter in the next few days, so hopefully that makes up for it! ❤
Trying to sleep in the hospital is nearly impossible. I had nurses check on me all throughout the night, checking my blood pressure, taking my temperature, and changing my iv. When morning finally came, I gave up on trying to get comfortable, so I shuffled down the hall to see Justin. I sat down with a heavy sigh, “I’m sorry for pressuring you, hon. I know you’re going to need time to recover. I shouldn’t have been so upset.” I kissed his forehead, gasping softly when his eyes fluttered open. He blinked, obviously very confused, and groaned, “Sabrina?”
Tears ran down my face as I nodded, “Yeah, it’s me baby.”
“Where am I? What happened?”
I moved closer to him and began to rub his forehead, “You were shot, twice, at our wedding three months ago.”
He grunted, “Are you ok?”
I kissed him, “I’m perfectly fine, Justin. You focus on getting your strength back, alright?”
I stood up, straightening the end of his bed. I glanced over at him, his eyes as big as saucers, and he stuttered, “Are…are you…pr-pregnant?”
I put a protective hand over my middle, “Yes. I’m about 5 months along……with twins.”
His smile stretched from ear to ear, and I nodded, “Cassidy is really excited, she really wants to help decorate the nursery. Cassidy! I have to go call my mom and have her bring the girls down here.”
My mom promised to bring the girls as soon as they had finished breakfast. An hour later, Cassidy ran over to Justin, tears running down both of their faces. She clung to him for several minutes, both quietly sobbing. I knelt next to Cassidy, one hand on her back, one hand clutching Justin’s. She quieted a little, sobs still shaking her frame, “I thought I was going to lose you, Daddy.”
He grinned through his tears, “No way are you getting rid of me that easily, sweetheart.” He groaned as he lifted his arm up and stroked her hair. I pulled the chair closer to his bed, pulling Cassidy into my lap. We filled him in on everything he’d missed while he laid there and listened to us After an hour or so, I could tell he was fading. I held his hand, “Get some rest, honey. We’ll be back later tonight, okay?” He nodded weakly. Cassidy threw her arms around him, kissing his cheek. I did the same and took her by the hand.
We went down the hall, into my room. I laid on my bed, letting Cassidy feel the babies kick. She sat down on the bed next to me, “Will Daddy get to come home today, too?”
I laughed as the babies kicked really big, “I don’t think so hon. Daddy has to build up his strength. His muscles are weak from not moving in a while. Don’t fret though, because I am busting out of here today.”
She leaned forward, laying her head onto my belly, “I can’t wait for the babies to be here.”
I nodded, whispering softly, “Me too.”
Once I was cleared to leave the hospital, we went upstairs to say goodbye to Justin. As I kissed him goodbye, he whispered, “Baby, I know that you’re going to want to visit every day, but I know how busy you must be, being a single mom right now, okay? Visit me when you can, but don’t feel like you have to be here every day.”
I put my forehead up against his, “For three months, I’ve waited for you to wake up. There is nothing that I need to do that is more important than you. I want to visit you while I can, in case I get put on bedrest.”
A little less than a month later, we got to bring Justin home. Cassidy opened the front door while I pushed Justin inside. He was growing stronger every day, but he still had a long road ahead of him. As he settled in on the couch in the living room, I sat down and put my feet in his lap, “Okay, Cassidy it’s your turn to choose the movie and I’m putting you on popcorn duty. Esther, go get a blanket for Mommy and Daddy, please.” I turned to Justin, “As for you, sweet husband of mine, you’re on foot rub duty.”
He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, “But Sabrina, my hands aren’t strong enough yet.”
I wiggled my toes, “Nice try, mister, but you’re going to build your strength back somehow.”
Cassidy came back, and before I knew it, the movie had started. Esther curled up in my lap, sort of. It was getting harder to hold her now that the babies were growing. I must’ve dozed off, because the next thing I knew, the movie was over, Cassidy had gone upstairs to bed and Esther was fast asleep on my chest. I stretched and tried to get up without waking her up, but it was pointless, I could barely get up on my own these days, let alone carry a toddler up the stairs. I caught Justin’s gaze and noticed his smirk. I playfully threw a pillow at his head before I made a blanket nest on the floor for Esther. Once she was all settled, I leaned against Justin, “I’d offer to carry you up the stairs babe, but uh I don’t think that’s an option right now.” He laughed, “Help me fold the couch into a bed, and we’ll call it good enough for now, okay?”
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~Sabrina’s P.O.V~
I sat next Justin’s bed, my hand resting on his, “Hey, baby. It’s been a long week for us. Esther is getting her molars, so she’s been extra cranky. Cassidy had a Father-Daughter dance at school. Ethan took her, but I could tell she was very upset that you couldn’t join us. We really miss you around here, buddy. If you wanted to wake up for us now, any time, we’re more than ready to have you join us again. Justin, we’re about to be parents to two beautiful babies. I don’t know what I’m going to do once they arrive. My mom offered to come stay with us for the first few weeks and I’m thinking about taking her up on it. I wish I could come and sit with you more often, but between the girls and work, I end up going home and going straight to bed.” I cleared my throat as my tears threatened to surface, “Okay, well, let’s keep up with where we left off in The Odyssey, alright?” We read through a few chapter, but when my eyes started to droop, I kissed Justin goodnight.
As I waddled towards the exit, I swung by Dr. Sinclair’s office. His face brightened and he beamed at my growing waistline, “Pregnancy suits you, Sabrina.” I smiled my thanks, Dr. Sinclair and I had grown close over the last three months. He was the kind grandfather I had never experienced growing up. I sat back, putting my feet up for the first time in days, “So any progress this week?” He shrugged before stroking his mustache, “Some progress. There is still signs of brain activity, and he did squeeze the physical therapist’s hand on command. He’s in there, Sabrina. He just needs to heal before he wakes up.” I set my cup down gently, “In my head, I know this, but my heart just wants to shake him until he’s awake. I can’t have him miss the birth of our babies. I’m going to need him there.” Dr. Sinclair nodded his sympathies, but I knew there wasn’t much else he could do. I set my cup down, gave him an appreciative smile, and headed toward the door.
I left the hospital, swinging by the store and finishing the rest of my errands. After picking up Esther from my parents’ house, we went home so I could start on dinner. I heard the school bus pull up as I was in the middle of prepping the pasta. Cassidy raced in, “Look at what we did for art class today! I’m going to give it to Daddy tomorrow. I smiled, “That’s great, Cass. Do you have any homework for this weekend?” She dug through her backpack, “Yes, I have to read another chapter, finish this math page and write a story on someone who I want to be when I’m older.” I set my spoon down, trying to focus on what she was saying, “Okay, who do you think you’ll write about?” she chatted on and on for a few minutes, but I tuned her out as I focused on steadying myself. The room had suddenly begun to sway. Cassidy stopped talking and looked at me, “Mom, are you alright?” I was about to nod when the room went black.
When I woke up, I was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. I heard Cassidy’s frantic cries, and I begged the EMT to let her through. She rushed to my side, tears pouring down her face, “Mama, will you be alright?” I nodded weakly, my head pounding, “Yes, baby, I have to go to the hospital to make sure the babies are okay. Bring me my phone, babydoll, and I’ll call Grandma to have her bring you to the hospital for me, okay?” While she scampered off, one of the EMT’s brought Esther over to see me. I gave her a kiss as she reached for me. When Cassidy returned, I managed to get ahold of my mother, who was fortunately five minutes away, and she promised to rush over. Since I was awake and talking, the paramedics agreed to wait for her to arrive.
It wasn’t long until I was on my way to the hospital, where I was sent straight into the radiology floor to do an emergency ultrasound. As I waited in a recovery room for the results, my mother brought the girls in to see me. Esther curled up against my side and fell asleep. Cassidy, on the other hand, didn’t take her eyes off me. I held her hand, ‘Honey, I’m going to be okay, I’m sorry that you had to see that, but I promise that I’m okay. The doctor will be in soon to tell us what happened.” She nodded her head solemnly so I patted the other side of me. She climbed up, putting a hand on my belly, and laying her head on my shoulder. I kissed her forehead, wishing I could promise a happy ending, but on the inside, I was preparing for the worst.
Dr. Sinclair poked his head in the doorway, “I heard someone was trying to compete for attention, you rascals,” He came close to the edge of my bed, and pulled out my ultrasound results. He looked over at the girls, but I nodded and assured him that they could be here. He quirked his eyebrow at me, “Have you been drinking enough water, Sabrina?” I dipped my head slightly, “Probably not.” He shook his head half-jokingly at me, “That explains the fainting spell earlier. All in all, the babies look good. I’ll keep you over night to rehydrate you, and we’ll release you tomorrow. If this happens again though, I’m ordering you on bedrest for the next three months.” I nodded obediently before asking, “Am I on bedrest while I’m here?” He chuckled, “No, but where you go, so will your iv.”
After my mom took the girls home, I headed down the hall towards Justin’s room. As I sat inside, I whispered to him, “Hey, baby, I know I’m here twice today, but this was not a planned trip. I didn’t drink enough water, today, or yesterday for that matter. I get to have a sleepover with you, buddy,” my voice caught in my throat as I began to sob quietly. I stood up and paced beside his bed, “Baby, I need you to wake up for me. I’m scared to do this alone. I wake up in that big, empty bed of ours and I’m afraid that I’ll never get to hear your laugh again, or see your eyes light up when you talk to our girls. How am I going to live without you? I am trying so hard to be a mom to our girls, but I constantly feel like I’m failing someone.” I began sobbing once more, taking his hand in mine, “Justin, please, please, wake up.” I watched him for a sign of any movement, but nothing happened. Feeling discouraged, I walked back to my room, rolling over onto my side and silently crying into my pillow.
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