#mpreg tk

Chapter 12

The ambulance ride took forever and Carlos thought he stopped breathing on more than one occasion. Apparently Tommy had everything under control, but Nancy looked at her from time to time for reassurance from her captain. After all, the patient was one of her best friends, he was her own teammate and his life and that of the twins inside him depended on them.

The traffic had thickened, apparently everyone leaving the soccer field where they had gone to see the Dua Lipa concert with four other singers had decided to leave at the same time and had all taken the car to get into the center or wherever in the city the ambulance was trying to get through.

"How much longer?" Carlos asked Judd who had gotten behind the wheel of the ambulance so Nancy and Tommy could work together at TK.

"I wish I could tell you better," Judd said without taking his eyes off the road in case a gap appeared that they could squeeze into and move forward. "But the same six minutes as before."

Now that labor had started, there was nothing they could do to stop it, the bleeding was unstoppable, but as was quite usual with male deliveries, TK's body was not dilating as it should.

Besides, now that he had lost consciousness, he couldn't make things any easier because his body was doing things on its own, it was doing its best to deliver the two babies but TK wasn't ready.

"We're going to need more blood." Tommy said. "With a hemorrhage like that his body won't hold out until the hospital."

"We have the same blood timpo." Said Owen who had climbed into the ambulance with them right behind TK. "Give him a transfusion."

"That'll buy us a little more time, but if we don't get to the hospital soon..."

Even unconscious, TK winced and moved his whole body as if trying a way to be more comfortable despite the terrible suffering his body was enduring.

Carlos took his hand unsurely and reached down to stroke his hair and make him feel like he was there with him.

"What options do we have captain?" Owen asked her.

"With the traffic out there and no certainty of when we're going to get to the hospital, TK and the girls could die before we get there. We can wait a little longer, for now the girls are protected." Carlos felt his stomach turn at the thought. "I don't see a natural delivery possible, TK is not dilating and the bleeding was already weakening him too much."

"What chance do we have Tommy? Tell me the truth." Carlos asked, fighting with all his might not to lose what little serenity he still had.

"There aren't many options, honey. A C-section here, would bring the girls into the world, but it would surely mean TK's death."

Carlos turned pale and noticed the ambulance spinning. He felt like throwing up and grabbed Nancy's arm.

"No... You can't open up and take the twins out here in the ambulance. I've seen some of those cases. The mother doesn't survive." Carlos didn't want to raise his voice, but he was on edge. "Besides, the girls are very small and TK will lose a lot more blood even if he survives... will he make it to the hospital?"

Chapter 15

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It took almost an hour, a couple of infusions at the coffee shop and the silent company of his parents and Owen for almost twenty minutes while he caught his breath, for Carlos to begin to feel better and be able to think with some coolness... though not too much either.

"Sorry," he said to them all with the cardboard cup of tea, still steaming, in his hand.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, mijo," Gabriel replied, rubbing his back. "I can assure you that I was a bag of nerves the times all of you were born, Carlitos, and I assure you that they were all natural deliveries. Long, yes, but without complications and two days after birth, we were all at home."

Carlos smiled, that was what he had wished for. The moment to do the cesarean would have been decided by them, TK would have been ready to bring the twins into the world and both Luna and Daniel would have been in his arms now because they would have been big enough not to be in the incubator. Daniel would have no problem with his hip and his leg and TK would be ready to rest a few days at home.

He had dreamed of this moment so many times and, in the end, the dream had turned into something more like a nightmare, or at least something that was not what he had wished for.

"TK's birth was complicated," Owen said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "It was long, I remember we spent over a day in the delivery room. Gwyn wanted a natural birth because then...she'd heard a lot of stories about cesareans and almost thirty years ago it was riskier. So she was determined to have TK with a natural birth. And I can assure you that Gwyn will always be my hero because of the strength she showed that day."

“She was exhausted and barely had any strength left. The doctor was saying that TK didn't want to come out, I remember that sentence, that moment when I was told that maybe I should make a decision about mother and baby."

“But I didn't have to. Gwyn, just like TK now, was and always will be one of the strongest people I have ever met in my life. She put every last bit of energy into bringing our boy into the world. They had to give her two blood transfusions and she spent almost three days in recovery, but you see it all worked out in the end.

“You know TK is extremely strong, and I would like to say that comes from me, from his Strand blood. But, no, the strength my son has always shown is from being a Morgan and having had Gwyn as his mother." Owen's eyes filled with tears; Carlos was having a hard time but he had forgotten there was someone else so concerned about TK.

"Owen, I'm sorry I...I should have told you, I should have talked to you and..."

"Hey, no reproaches or feeling bad about not caring about other people, Carlos. It's your family in there."

"And your son and grandchildren."

"Then let's take care of them together." Carlos nodded. "How about we go back to the waiting room until they tell us we can go in to see them?"

Carlos thanked the captain for his words and, although he had to lean on his mother, he managed to get up and made his way to the elevator.

Chapter 12

The drive to the hospital, twenty short minutes because of traffic became the longest passage of time in both of their lives. TK was occupied by the pains in his belly and breathing, but Carlos was only able to think of all the horrible things that could be happening to the babies and to TK himself at that moment.

Being a cop and having a paramedic boyfriend, he had heard so many stories that it wasn't easy not to be dramatic and not think the worst.

As he drove he put his hand on his boyfriend's knee and turned to him for a moment.

"It's a really stupid question, but how's it going?"

"It hurts more and more." TK grunted and bit his lip. "They look like labor contractions, but... Carlos... it's too soon." He let out air to be able to breathe a little better, if that was even possible. "Babe... promise me one thing."

"No, we're not going that way. There's nothing to promise, because nothing's going to happen."

"Carlos, please."

The cop turned to him as they stopped at a stoplight...damn stoplights. He stared at him, he was pale but at the same time his cheeks reddened from the terrible effort he was making not to throw tears or say how much his whole body hurt.

Carlos let out a long sigh.

"Okay, tell me."

"I've done a lot of stupid things in my life and until I met you, I didn't feel like my life was worth living."

"Don't say that... you've done a lot of incredible things."

"Carlos, let me finish, it's important."

Carlos put the car back in gear and focused his eyes on the road so he wouldn't start blurting out his speech to him about how important TK was, all the good he always did and all the good he said to him when he wanted to make him feel good.

"But then, you came along and changed my existence. I never thought I'd be a good father, I was afraid I'd make the same old mistakes..." He grunted again and flexed as much as he could despite the seat belt. "These babies...these twins are the best thing I've ever done and I can afford to lose them...no matter what happens I can't lose them."

"I know this is your way of asking me to put the twins' safety above your own and I don't like it."

"Carlos...please."

The pain was getting stronger and stronger.

Adnowledgements: Thanks to my artist @chaotictarlos and my great betas @lire-casander @morganaspendragonss

This chapter was inspired by @tarlosweeklyprompts.

Prompt #2: TK and Carlos carving pumpkins together.

Chapter 11

Halloween was near and for TK it was one of the big celebrations of the year, while Carlos had not grown up with the tradition, so, TK had said, he had a lot of work to do to teach him everything that could be done in those days.

Fortunately, Carlos had a good time picking out costumes, plus now that The Lord of the Rings, Elf costumes and all things fantasy related were in fashion again, Carlos soon found the perfect elf paladin costume and was able to spend the whole afternoon telling TK why it was better to choose light chainmail and a bo, rather than a bow.

Not that TK understood much, but he enjoyed discussing the topic with his boyfriend and above all was happy to see him laughing and making jokes. These months were especially hard and complicated for both of them; if TK was scared and didn't know what was happening every day with his body, Carlos was always by his side, just as scared and worried, but without knowing how to help.

So having a few normal days, like the rest of the people, planning Halloween and then preparing for Christmas, was the best thing that they could do.

TK had it all planned out, as long as his body would allow it, and the local market was starting to sell pumpkins. They had all kinds, colors and sizes and TK wanted... He didn't know exactly which ones he wanted to buy but they had to be perfect, because it was a special year. It was the last Halloween before the birth of the twins, which would change everything.

They decided to spend the morning there, they ate at the new vegan food stand that Owen had recommended. Now TK was not allowed to eat red meat and they had to control their cholesterol a little more than usual, eating that hamburger that had no meat in it but had the same taste was an immense pleasure.

They went shopping; since Christmas was near, they decided to buy some gifts, especially for Andrea. Carlos was desperate over not knowing what to buy his mother every year. She liked handmade things but then she had a very specific taste.

"She’s similar to my father in that. No books or clothes, my dad is always obsessed with how bad all the synthetic fabrics are and stuff like that."

They wandered around the market a couple of times and it was big enough and had enough stores that, by lunchtime, TK was already tired and his legs were starting to ache, plus his ankles and feet were almost screaming.

Finding the restaurant and stopping for almost a couple of hours to eat was the best feeling in the world for TK.

He was uncomfortable with people's stares. He was approaching the seventh month of a twin pregnancy and no one would be able to hide it. He felt like he had an arrow over his head so that everyone would stare at him as he passed by.

"They’re staring because they’re jealous of you," Carlos told him, moving to sit down next to TK. "Have you seen how those four women are looking at you? You're almost seven months pregnant and you're still just as handsome." He leaned closer to his ear and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I can't wait to go home and lay you down on the bed, gently that is...to fuck you all afternoon."

TK gasped at that and blushed — pregnancy didn't allow him to hide his emotions much.

"Carlos..."

"I'm serious." Carlos gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You’re releasing so many pheromones that any alpha or beta around you would be happy to get close to you.I'm lucky that you're mine."

"Stop exaggerating, babe."