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The things nobody says

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55230319/chapters/140089885

This story is a work in progress. I'm not really sure when I'll update it because it's... very personal. Writing it is cathartic but at the same time gut wrenching. I will finish it at some point, hopefully by the end of the year. 

The things nobody says - chapter 3

Steve put a hand on her shoulder and said “Don’t move, I can move the cradles closer.” He stood, moved his chair away and rolled the cradles up towards the head of the bed.

“This here is Phoebe. She’s the smaller one, but the doctors said her weight is perfect. They are both rather big for twins. That’s why your bump was so big, you were carrying around a total of 6kg of babies.” He gently stroked her hair. “I can’t believe I almost lost you.” He whispered. Olivia leaned her head in his hand, relishing his touch. She looked at their babies. “All’s well that ends well, look at what we made!”

Phoebe was wearing the onesie they had picked for her, it was white with glittery grey stars all over and ‘Mini Rockstar’ written on the chest in lime green. She had the softest brown hair and the cutest little pout. Her lips were making a sucking movement as she slept. Olivia felt her heart clench.

“You made them, and I’m so proud of the three women of my life. This big girl here is Amelia.” He said with a sweet smile. Her onesie was mint green with large black polka dots and the words ‘Milk & cuddles’ written in hot-pink on her tummy. She was a little bigger than her sister, the same brown hair and rosy cheeks, her tiny little fists kept clenching and unclenching.

Olivia felt tears sting her eyes. “Hello my little cupcakes. Welcome to the world. Mommy loves you so much.”