Dana was stirring.
”Taylor?" she weakly asked.
"I'm here, Dana..oh thank God..." I rejoiced grabbing her hand and giving it a firm squeeze.
"Tay...you're gonna be a daddy...name him Nicholas Tarim Hanson...I've always loved that name...or Gwenevere Tarim Hanson...no, you decide on the first name...but I want the middle one Tarim..."
"Dana, what are you saying! Dana, you can’t die!"
"Good bye Taylor...." she smiled sadly at me.
All the machines started beeping and the bright green line on one went flat.
"Dana, no!"
Blood flowed up the IV tube in her arm.
"Mr. Isaac? Hanson?" the doctor unsurely stuttered when he entered the waiting room.
"Yeah, that's me!" the guy sitting across from me jumped up. I had noticed him before. He was cute, but I wasn't about to flirt with him, I mean, he looked miserable. It wasn't appropriate.
"I'm sorry, your friend, she passed away."
"Wh- wha-" he started crying hysterically. It made my heart ache, I had to comfort him.
I sprinted over to his side of the room and kneeled by his side.
"Shhhh..Isaac...it's okay..." I crooned.
"Who are you?" he looked up after he caught his breath.
"I'm Jenna, my dad had a stroke, and you're Isaac?"
"Yeah...."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"No, maybe later. Hey, you wanna go out somewhere, get somethin' to eat?"
"Sure!"
“Honey? Can you go get the groceries? The list is on the microwave!” Caty requested.
“Sure. Right after wrestling is over.”
“Wrestling is on!?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you tell me!?”
She ran into the room and sat, leaving the toast she was making to burn. I got up to remove it from the toaster. Just as I was about to walk back into the other room, the phone rang.
I picked it up. “Hello?”
“Zac?” asked my mother’s voice.
“Yeah?”
“Isaac just called me from the hospital. Dana’s dead. The family’s getting together at the house. Please come. You can bring Caty if she wants to go.”
“Okay. I’ll be right there.”
I was sitting in a chair in a hallway of a cold hospital, while to my right, someone was havin a brain transplant, and to my left, my dead girlfriend was having an emergency ceasarean section, while I was having a nervous breakdown in the middle of it all.
A surgeon wearing a hospital gown came out of the room to my right. "Mr. Hanson, congratualations, it's successful, you're the father of a healthy baby girl. Now, are you going to put her up for adoption?"
"But, I was told it was a boy! And I thought it was in that room!" I pointed to the room to the left.
Another surgeon, wearing a surgeons outfit, came out of the room to my right.
"I'm sorry about Britten, Mr Hanson, he keeps getting out. Britten, you come back to this room this instant!"
"But! But! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Britten cried running into the right room.
Before I could sigh, a surgeon (yes, wearing a surgeons outfit) burst out of the room to my left.
"Mr Hanson! Congradulations! It's sucessful! You're the father of a healthy baby boy. Now, are you going to put him up for adoption?"
I blacked out.
“Is there gonna be any food at this shindig?” I asked.
“Mom probably made brownies.”
“Oooooh!”
“Yeah. Now let’s hurry over there before Tay eats them all!”
“Okay!”
We ran out the door and down the street about a block to a bus stop. We stood there, waiting.
A bus pulled up. We got on the bus. We paid the bus dude sixty cents. We sat down on the bus. Well, in the bus, but, you know.
“Hey, kids! I think your birthday presents are here!” my dad exclaimed.
We walked out the door, and looked at the two Camaros sitting in the driveway. One was red and the other black they both had cards on them.
I walked over to the red one and picked the card up. It said: Happy Birthday, Sydney. It had a thousand dollar bill in it.
“This one’s mine,” I assured Brandon. He walked to his and opened the card. Five bucks fell out.
“Thanks, Daddy!” I exclaimed, and ran over to him to hug him.
“Thanks, Dad,” Brandon thanked him, and gave him a hug. Then he noticed what I held in my hand. “Hey! Why’d she get a thousand dollars, and I only got five bucks!?”
My dad put his hand on Brandon’s shoulder and reminded him, “It’s your sisters birthday, Son.”
“It’s my birthday too! We’re twins, remember!”
“Well, that is true, but, you got a car.”
“So did she! And, I’d like to add, we’re only turning fourteen!”
“You are? I could have sworn you were turning fifteen, oh well. Don’t you like them anyway?”
“Yeah, the cars are nice, but she got nine hundred and ninety five dollars more than me!”
“Son, you need to get over this whole ‘she got more than me’ thing. I mean, what’s a few dollars between twins?”
”A few dollars! I said nine hundred and ninety five dollars! Not a few dollars! Oh never mind!”
It turns out the the gathering at the house was really a gathering of the family before heading over to the hospital to gawk at Taylor’s premature illegimate little bastard spawn and say it’s cute.
“Guys! This is Nick!” Taylor announced, sweeping his arm towards the room filled with babies.
“Oh, he’s so cute!” Mom cooed over all of them.
“Uh, which one is he?” I asked.
“I’m not exactly sure,” Taylor admitted.
“You don’t even know your own son!?” I exclaimed in disgust.
“Well excuse me! I’ve never even seen him before!”
“Well, I’m sure, whichever one he is, he’s very cute,” Mom concluded. Everyone looked at her strangely.
She shrugged, “Well I’m sure he is! I mean Dana was a nice looking girl, and Taylor is his father!”
She hugged Tay and then patted his shoulder. Then she looked at me and gave me a hug too. “And you’re good looking too, Isaac.” She included Taylor, Zac and Mackie in the hug. “All my boys are.”
She released us, and hugged Jessica and Avery, and said, “My girls too.”
Everyone looked very confused. She hugged my dad, “And so are you, Walker.”
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