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“What’s going on?” Circling back to Griff, he seems equally shocked.
“This is going to be awkward; let me go and speak to him.” Griff utters and chases after Corrie.
“What the fuck is going on!” I look at Raff, who is as confused.
A little over a year later…
“Troy, wake up. We’ve got to go. Melodie just called, it’s time.” I shake Troy again.
“What?” His face is creased and full of sleep.
“Melodie called, we’ve got to go.” I’m already pulling on my clothes.
“Shit! Right, let’s go.” Troy is quick to dress and follows me down to the car.
The drive to the hospital is smooth, this time of night. I leave a message for Nico but I don’t expect an answer. When we reach the doors, they open silently but Troy hesitates.
“Come on, love, she needs us.” I hold out my hand and wait. Troy smiles and grabs it and we walk up to the nurses’ station. “We’re here for Melodie Hughes.”
The nurse smiles, “You’re the fathers, right?”
“Yes, I’m Raff McMahon and this is my husband, Troy.”
“Come this way, I think she is ready for you.” We follow the nurse further into the delivery ward. After a tap on one of the doors we wait for it to open. “Mr. and Mr. McMahon are here.”
The door opens wider and we see Melodie propped up on the bed, looking comfortable. “Are you okay, Mel?” Troy walks over to her, dropping a kiss on her brow.
“Yeah, I’m good. Ready to get this over with.” She smiles but it falters as a contraction takes over.
I never thought we would be having children this soon but Troy was desperate to start a family. We married quietly and honeymooned in the Tuscan sunshine. When we returned, the house by the lake was finished and we moved in.
I observe Troy as he stands in one of the bedrooms, looking out over the lake, the full moon reflecting beautifully on the still water. Walking in, he turns quickly and pulls me towards him.
“I want a baby, Raff. I want it soon; this house needs to be filled with our children.” Troy turns to gaze back out of the window, deep in thought.
“I want that, too, love, I’m sure we will.” I lean my head against his shoulder.
“No, I want it now.” Troy’s voice is so determined, I’m taken aback by it.
“Okay.” I whisper, my eyes fixed on the water as I imagine myself as a father.
“Really?” He spins to me, a huge smile gracing his face.
“Yes, of course. Do you want to look into adoption?”
“No, I want a surrogate and I want to use both of our sperm, so we know that we will get our own baby. I don’t care which of us it is, but I want it to be ours.”
So, here we are, Melodie, our surrogate mother, is about to have our baby. Or, I should say, babies; we are having twins. We don’t know what gender they are, nor do we know which one of us is the father.
“Oh God, I need to push!” Melodie cries out, her OB/GYN takes over as we stand at her side. I hold one hand, Troy has her other. As she squeezes with a strength I never knew a woman could possess, her body bears down.
“Okay, Melodie, here we go. One more, steady push and we’ll have baby number one.” The calm voice of the doctor keeps Melodie’s concentration on her.
Moments later, something slithers and a baby slides out, taking in a huge breath before letting out a loud wail; my child is placed on Melodie’s chest. I peer down and wipe a cloth over the tiny infant. A pair of bright eyes lock on mine, taking my breath away.
“What did we get, Raff?” Troy’s voice breaks my concentration and I look down at the baby.
“A boy, Troy! This one is a boy.” I cry as emotion floods me. A nurse comes over and takes the child away to clean up and weigh. I can’t take my eyes off the small bundle.