Chapter 138 Camilla’s Pov.
Epilogue.
Seven months later.
“Fuck you, Àlvaro!” I screamed, crushing his hand in mine. Droplets of sweat rushed down my face and Àlvaro grinned down at me. I sent him the deadliest glare. He had some fucking nerve to be grinning at me while I pushed not one, but two babies out of my vagina.
It turns out that the initial scan I did was not accurate. It showed only one baby, the boy. Later on, we figured out that we were actually having twins, a boy and a girl.
“Yell all you want, chica. I'm not going anywhere.” He reassured me, stroking my tense hand with his thumb.
I scowled at him before gazing at the doctor between my legs.
“I've had enough. Just yank them out, please.”
The doctor's eyes widened and she cleared her throat. “You're crowning. Next contraction, I want you to push as hard as you possibly can, okay?” Her Italian accent came on heavily. Àlvaro was not in support of me having a home birth but he had no choice when I insisted on not going to the hospital. But of course he made sure a female doctor handled the delivery. Typical of him.
Àlvaro held my hand tightly or I was holding his tightly. I just couldn't tell the difference. His fingertips were turning white yet he still didn't complain.
I closed my eyes, trying to think of anything else besides the pain in my pelvis. I thought about our intimate private wedding and how emotional it was to have my father walking me down the aisle and handing me over to the man he once despised. I thought about the way my mother screamed when we all found out that I was having twins instead.
I've wanted to hold my babies in my arms since the moment I got pregnant but the labour was excruciating and I wanted to choke Àlvaro with my bare hands as the cramps flowed through me.
My father was supposed to be here with us in the house but I gave birth a day earlier than expected and he was still on his flight. Hector and my mother were outside the bedroom door, waiting patiently. He had moved to Italy to attend university as an exchange student, taking on a degree in mechanical engineering, his passion. Àlvaro and I were both so proud of him.
I gave another push, screaming through gritted teeth and I could've sworn I broke a bone in Àlvaro's hand. When I was done and breathless, the cries and wailings of a baby filled the air. A tired sob escaped my chest. I observed with low eyes as one of the ladies that accompanied the doctor attended to him. My son. I just wanted to hold him already.
Àlvaro stroked my hair and I looked up to see him watching our baby with the utmost love.
“You're doing so hood, chica.” He whispered but I couldn't find it in me to muster up a response. A few minutes later, my daughter was finally out of me.
Except this time, there was no cry.
I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain as fear and worry washed over me. My blood ran cold and I looked at the doctor. “What's going on? Why isn't she crying?” I asked shakily, letting go of Àlvaro's hand. He straightened up, his concerned expression mirroring mine.
“Don't worry about it, Mrs Castillo. She just needs a little encouragement.” She said, slapping my baby on the butt. I frowned but it quickly disappeared when she started crying. I sighed in disbelief, slumping back into the bed.
“Oh, thank God.” Àlvaro said softly, closing his eyes. He panicked too. My heart was pounding in my chest and exhaustion had my body feeling stiff and lethargic. I couldn't move and soon, I felt my eyes fluttering close. I couldn't control it and my head dropped to the side. I wanted to stay awake but I couldn't. I tried to fight it but darkness crept into the sides of my vision.
Right before I fell into complete unconsciousness, I felt a pair of lips on my forehead. “You did so good, chica. I'm so proud of you.”
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I opened my eyes, wincing at the sudden bright light in the room and I groaned. A chair scraped against the floor and a warm and comforting hand rested on my shoulder.
“You're awake. Let me go get the doctor.” Àlvaro muttered and all I could do was nod my head. I sat up, grimacing as I did so. I was sore, really fucking sore but they managed to clean me up nicely while I was passed out. I wanted my babies.
A moment later, the doctor placed my baby body in my arms and my daughter into Àlvaro's. Tears flowed down my face and I was a mess but my heart was completely overjoyed that our little family was growing.
“So small.” I sniffled, holding the fragile body to my chest. His eyes were closed, his pink lips in a permanent pout as he slept. The little hair on the top of his head resembled Àlvaro's and I smiled. He was wrapped in a blanket, his tiny hands balled into fists at his chest.
I turned my head, gazing over at Àlvaro. He was holding our daughter, biting his lips and I saw his eyes well up. He was going to be the best dad.
“Is she supposed to look like this?” He asked, holding her and I laughed out loud.
“Àlvaro, she's just an hour old.” I chuckled, wiping away my tears.
“Oh okay.” He said. “Have you decided on the names, baby?”
I smiled gently, looking down at our son. “Alfonso Giovanni Castillo.”
Àlvaro grinned. “Emilia Dominica Castillo.”
I gave Alfonso a kiss on his forehead and his face scrunched up while he slept. It was the cutest thing. A moment later, I finally got to hold my daughter. I wish I could hold them both at the same time but I was still on so much pain and I was scared I was going to hurt them.
Àlvaro set Emilia in the tiny bed next to me, holding her neck steady and I was amazed at how good he already was. We got a few lessons from my mother and I could tell now that Àlvaro truly paid attention.
“Let me call your mum to meet her grandkids. Hector had to rush off to school while you slept but he'll be back soon. He's super excited.” He murmured, taking my hand. “Thank you for blessing me with these beautiful babies, chica. I love you so much.”
“I love you more.” I whispered, giving him a soft smile.