"Here, why don't you go to Uncle Jaime?" I suddenly heard Vic's voice. That's cute; I didn't know Jaime was an Uncle! I wished I could open my eyes so I could talk to him about it, but they were glued shut, and I couldn't see.

"Can I please hold baby two?" I heard a familiar voice ask--Mike.

"Mike, for the last time: stop calling them baby one and baby two," Vic's voice snapped. He sounded... Off.

"Well what do you want me to call them? You didn't even name then yet," Mike grumbled.

"Yeah, you're right. I didn't name them yet. Because I can't Mike. I just... I just /can't/," Vic's voice broke. Why did he sound so sad?

"It's okay, dude, I'm sorry," Mike's voice softened. I heard the sound of rustling fabric; was Mike hugging him?

"I can't do this without her, Mike. I just can't," Vic cried. I hated to hear him cry. I was right here! Why was he upset?

"I know, man, I know. We are all here, she'll wake up soon, I know it," I heard a new voice say, and the air beside me shifted; it was Tony.

"We should have known this would happen," Vic continued to cry. I wanted so much to hold him and cry with him, but despite my demands to my body, I couldn't.

Vic continued to cry, unable to form words. Nobody said anything, but I imagined that they were hugging.

Except why were they crying because I was asleep? Surely I'd wake up in a few minutes, right?

There was several minutes of silence, until I felt something warm tuck into the space between my arm and my rib cage on both sides of my body. Something warm and tiny and fidgety.

"Say hi to mama," someone whispered quietly. Mama? A million feelings flowed through me, one in particular standing out: magic. I felt so warm and fuzzy and /happy/. There was a soft cry, but I knew it wasn't Vic.

It was a baby. No, /babies/. Oh, they were /mine/. /My/ babies, tucked into my side! They felt so little, and I was in a blissful state.

Love and happiness overwhelmed me, and the moment ended too soon. The warmth and joy were soon lifted away, and I wanted to yell at whoever took them away to bring them back!

I mentally called out, unable to speak, but then the bed on my left side sunk in. A bigger, warmer body was now next to me. His head rested on my shoulder and his hair was in my face. His hands held mine and one of his legs partly overlapped one of mine.

He sighed a breath into my neck.
Oh, Vic. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, I wanted to caress his face, I wanted to wipe away his tears.

Because there was nothing to be sad about: he was mine and I was his, we loved each other, we turned that love into two beautiful new human beings, we had amazing friends and family and fans. There was nothing to be sad about anymore.

So why was he crying, and why couldn't open my eyes?

/You're a curse. You don't deserve Vic, or his kids. You don't deserve Jaime or Mike or Tony. You don't deserve life. You are a curse./

An evil and nagging voice in the pit of my stomach growled at me. /No,/ I growled back. I refused to let my demons come back now. Now that I had a family of my own, I couldn't let these demons ruin me again. There would be no more blades, no more panic attacks, no more tiny voices telling me that I was as good as a curse.

No.

And then I saw light, and it blinded me.

"Fuck," I mumbled, suddenly becoming dizzy with the change in brightness, suddenly able to speak.

"Babe," Vic breathed. "Holy shit," he kissed the place on my body where his lips were closest, which was my neck, and then he brought his face up to mine. His eyes were watery yet overjoyed.

"Hi," was all I managed to say.

"Hi," he giggled.

"I love you," I said confidentially.

"Shit, I love you, too," he sighed, petting my hair.

"What happened?" I asked carefully.

"You were right about your suspicions that your past gun shot wound negatively affect your... Uh... Lady organs," he started, stuttering.

"My uterus? Shit, what are we twelve?" I said seriously, receiving a swarm of giggles and laughs from others. I looked around and find my five other best friends--Jaime and Jess, Tony and Parker, and Mike. I grinned.

"Yeah, whatever," Vic blushed, grinning. "Anyway, something about loose tissues and I don't know, really. All we know is that you lost a shit ton of blood and went into shock, and you've been asleep for sixteen hours," he frowned. Then he lightly kissed my lips. "Scared the shit out of me, darling," he mumbled against my mouth.

"Can I see them?" I whispered. He answered my question with a huge smile.

"Yes, they're wonderful," he smiled, and his eyes teared up again. I lifted my arms up and brought his head down so I could kiss his eyes.

"Don't cry," I said softly. Jaime then reappeared with two golden babies, one in a blue swaddle and the other in a pink swaddle.
I bit my lip to contain a squeal.

"Vic we are parents," was all I could think of saying. It just kind if /hit/ me. We were parents, we were a family. "What are their names?" I whispered quietly.

"We still have to decide," he kissed my ear after he answered in it. He sat up next to me, taking the boy in his arms and allowing me to hold the girl.

Before I could speak, though, I noticed something. "Vic, why do you have a hand brace?" I frowned. His right wrist was bound in an ace bandage, and on top of that was a heavy duty brace.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Fractured," he said nonchalantly.

"Fractured?" I exclaimed. "What the hell happened? Tell me you didn't punch a wall," I frowned.

"No," he chuckled lightly. "I didn't punch a wall."

"Then...?" I probed.

"Er," he slightly smiled. How was this funny? "Before you... Before you went into shock, you kinda held my hand really tight," he said quietly.

"/I/ did that to you?" I gasped. "Oh, shit! I'm so sorry!" I blushed.

He just laughed. "It's fine, babe. I'd rather you hold my hand so tight that you break my wrist over dying any day," he said seriously. "It's a love mark," he winked. I giggled. I guessed I did love him so much that I didn't want to let go of his hand.

"Sorry, yo," I bit my lip.

"I'm all good, babe," he said, kissing me again.

I looked at him. His eyes were happy. Tears were present, but they were happy tears. His face was glowing and he was amazing and I couldn't imagine myself anywhere else. Then I gazed at the tiny mini humans in our arms; they were beautiful, magical, adorable, and /ours/.

I was no curse, this was no curse. Because in the end, we always made it through.

Notes

BONJOURNO!

just a note: the words like /this/ with the /slashes surrounding them/ indicate italics! I'm too lazy to go back and italicize them becaus it's a royal pain in the ass to do so and I'm tired :)

so yeah! I hope you like this!

By the way: I NEED MORE BABY NAME IDEAS! Help a sista out!
Much love and appreciation as always :)

CIAO