IMAGINE: Orlando and you having twins

     Orlando, your husband, and you sit at your table, eating Chinese food. You rest a hand on your bulging stomach and sigh, rubbing it. "Are you okay?" Orlando asks worriedly, meeting your eyes. You smile tiredly at him. "Yeah, I'm good. I'm just eager to get these babies out. They're so crammed in there." You reply, shifting uncomfortably. You're carrying twins and they're a week late. "Aww, honey, can I get you anything?" Orlando frowns worriedly. "No, no, I'm fine. Hopefully this Chinese food will help." You laugh. He looks at you in confusion. "What?" You say. “Why would Chinese food help?" You grin. "Chinese food is known to help induce labor." His jaw drops slightly. "What? I didn't know that." Well now you do." You wink, before eating a ‪potsticker‬. “And I thought you were just craving Chinese food..." Orlando mutters beneath his breath, picking at his rice. You tilt your head and narrow your eyes at him. "I heard that." You say. Orlando grins at you. You roll your eyes and shake your head before going back to eating. As you go to pick up another ‪potsticker‬, you get a painful cramp in your abdomen. You drop your chopsticks and cry out in pain, your hands cradling your stomach. Orlando jumps to his feet. "Y/N?" He asks. The pain persists and you gasp. You slowly look up at him, your eyes wide with fear, and swallow. “The babies...they're coming." You whisper in horror. ———      The ride to the hospital passes in a blur. You're too focused on not trying to scream from the pain. Orlando is freaked out enough. He's pushing you in a wheelchair into the hospital. He's as white as a ghost and he looks like he's about to pass out. Nurses come running to you and take over pushing you, Orlando following behind in a daze. “How far apart are the contractions?" One nurse asks. “What? I don't know." You gasp, groaning. “You don't know? Your husband wasn't counting for you?" She asks in surprise. You try to laugh amidst the pain. "No. No." You choke out instead. "They're coming fast, that's all I know." You add. You say nothing more as they wheel you up to the delivery level. ———      You lay on the bed, panting. A contraction has just passed. "You're doing a good job, Y/N. A very good job." The midwife says, smiling at you. You smile at her. Orlando wipes your damp forehead with a wet cloth. He's been oddly quiet the whole time. You clear your throat. “Y-you know, that Chinese food must have did me in." You laugh weakly. “All those potstickers." Orlando adds, finally smiling. You smile and take his hand, holding it in yours. "Are you doing okay?" You ask, staring into his eyes. “I should be the one asking you that." He sighs. “Orlando, you look freaked out." His shoulders drop. "Y/N, I just hate seeing you in pain. I'm freaked out because I can't even imagine the pain you're experiencing right now. I wish I could take it from you." He whispers. "I'm not going to lie, Orlando, it hurts. It's the worst pain I've experienced. But I'm bringing our children, our children, into the world. So how is it not worth it?" Orlando smiles and kisses you soundly. "I love you, you know that? And I am so proud of you. You are braver than I will ever be." He whispers into your hair. You smile just as another contraction starts. ———     "Push, Y/N, you need to push!" The midwife exclaims. You stifle a scream, bearing down as hard as you can. A cry breaks past your lips. You fall back against the pillows, breathing hard. “I can't. I can't go on anymore." You breathe. “Honey, I know what you're going through, but these babies are coming whether you like it or not." The midwife tells you. “You can do it, darling. I know you can. I believe in you." Orlando whispers encouragingly. One look at him gives you the courage to push again. In a few more pushes, the first baby is out. You sink against the pillows with relief as the midwife hold up the red, naked little baby. “You have a little girl!" She exclaims. You gasp in wonder as your daughter starts crying. You look at Orlando who's crying manly tears. You let out a happy sob and reach for your daughter. The midwife settles her into your arms. "Oh, she's so pretty." You whisper. "Hey." Orlando whispers softly to his daughter, touching her head, smiling. She stares up at Orlando and you. "Oh, she's lovely." He murmurs. You cry out again. “Second baby's coming!" The midwife announces. A nurse comes and takes your daughter out of your arms to clean her up. Orlando grasps your hand again. “One down, one to go." You whisper.  ———      "It's another girl!" The midwife exclaims, holding up your second daughter. You squeal with excitement at the thought of having two daughters. The nurses bring your daughters to Orlando and you. You hold one, your husband holds the other. “They're absolutely perfect." Orlando whispers. You grin up at him as tears slide down your cheeks. "You did it, Y/N." He says. “We did it, Orlando. I couldn't have done it without you." You say. "Literally." You add, nodding to your baby in your arms. Orlando grins and then sits down next to you. "The adventures of a family of four start now." “Are you sure you're going to be able to handle three girls in the house?" You grin. “Of course. I wouldn't trade having my three Bloom girls for anything." He laughs, before kissing you. [THE END] I hope you liked it!