I woke up with a start. I was eight months along and I felt a huge surge of pain as I felt a cramp come over me. Jack shifted in bed next to me, not fully waking up since it was so early in the morning."Stell, what's wrong," Jack groaned as he sat up next to me.

"I don't know. I just felt a really bad cramp," I looked at my husband square in the eyes, "It felt just like when we had Izzy."

"I'll get the car loaded up and get Izzy ready. Try to get ready as carefully as possible. I'll call the hospital once I have Izzy ready," Jack kissed my forehead before get out of bed and throwing on something to get dressed.

I took off my pajamas as best as I could and slipped on a dress for the ease of it. Once I had the dress over my head, I felt water spill down my leg and I screamed as I felt huge surge of pain rush over me as I fell back onto the bed. Jack soon came running.

"Stella are you alright," Jack panted as he held Isabelle in his arms.

"We have to hurry, the girls are impatient," I told him once the contraction passed.

Jack and I got to the hospital and we were met by a nurse with a wheelchair. Jack got me put of the car and then got Izzy out of the back. Jack had called our parents to let them know and I spotted my dad running over to us.

"Jack go with Stella. I got Izzy and the car," Dad told him, "Make sure all three of them make it through this."

Once I was settled into a room in the maternity ward, Jack was on the phone with Tom to let him know what was going on. Soon Tom came in and he hugged me tightly as Dad walked in behind him with Uncle Jack and Izzy.

"How are you feeling," he asked.

"I'm scared of what's happening with the girls," I told him, "How's Aubree?"

"She's downstairs getting checked out," he replied before he watched Aubree get wheeled past us. She was having their baby today too.

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It's been several hours and no change since I was checked in. Aubree and Tom already had their son and Tom was letting Aubree and little Xander sleep while he came to stay with me for a while with Jack and Dad.

"I'm really scared for the twins," I cried as Jack held me in his arms as he sat on the bed with me. Izzy was in Uncle Jack's lap, sleeping soundly.

"Let's see how Mommy is doing so we can have these little twins," my doctor came in and Tom went to stand by Dad and Uncle Jack.

"How is she," Jack asked.

"She dilated another centimeter, but we're not quiet ready to try pushing out these twins. We'll give her an epidural, it might help speed up her labor and make it easier on her.

Soon it was dawn the next morning, I have been in the hospital for a full 24 hours now. Tom was gone, spending time with his wife and newborn son. Jack was sleeping on the couch and Dad and Uncle Jack took Izzy for breakfast.

I was so scared of how the twins were doing. I didn't understand why I was going into labor so early. Was something wrong inside me that was causing my two new daughters to be born so soon?
"Jack," I called to my husband to wake him up.

"Are you alright, Stella," he asked.

"I'm okay," I replied, "I'm scared for the twins, Jack. Something's not right if I'm a month early."

"Nothing is going to happen to you or the girls, Stella. I promise you our little angels are perfectly healthy. They're just too excited to meet us," Jack kissed my forehead, trying desperately to banish my fears.

"I'm still so scared," I started to cry again and Jack took me into his arms again.

Please, do not let me die or lose my daughters.