Heaven waits for no angels

AddiLynn's P.O.V


"Happy birthday Andrew!" I kissed him on the cheek and reminded him for the hundredth time. "Thank you sweetheart, but you don't have to say it everytime you walk through the room." Andy smirks as his annoyance rose. I giggled and walked past, watching as Andy sat at his desk working on a new song.

Walking into our room, I kept packing my hiatal bag for the twins and I. My due date is tomorrow, and I want to make sure I'm ready. I'm excited for our little family to start, and I'm tired of waiting. The pregnancy has made me feel like I'm Mother Earth for months. I'm starting to miss being able to do the simple things like bending down to pick up something I dropped or to tie my own shoes. But what I miss the most is being able to kiss Andy.

I haven't been able to kiss Andy on the lips while standing for months. My stomach gets in the way and the children kick. I always laugh and tell him they want to show their affection too, but those kicks hurt.

Originally, the twins were suppose to be Skylar and SkyLynn after Andy had went through my things one day and found what I call, the "Stork Newspaper". It sounds silly, but ever since I learned to write. Ever since I was little, people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up.

Everyone gets asked that sometime in their lives. Everyone else would answer some type of career. All my life, I'd say "a mom". It sounds crazy, but all my life I've bed around little kids. Not by force, by choice. Everyone has told me I have "mothering genes" and I agree.

Ive always wanted to be a mother. Because at the end of the day, I don't care what career I have, and I never will. As long as I can come home to open arms of a child that calls me "mommy" my life is complete.

Skylar and SkyLynn were the only names I had ever written down in my entire childhood and teenage years for a set of bit and girl twins. And Andy had insisted that we name then that. Because its what little me would have wanted.

Later on in my pregnancy, I decided to talk to Andy about naming our son after him. Maybe our son will too be someone's hero and sweep a girl off her feet like his father. Save a girl from her nightmare like Andy saved me. We argued for awhile, and to mysurprise, Andy wanted to name our little girl after me.

He argued that he wants his little girl to carry on the legacy of the love of his life, and be as strong, brave, and beautiful as her mother. I of course argued the point that I wasn't any of that. But agreeing was the only way I could rename our son.

Our son, Andrew Dennis Biersack and our daughter, Annamay Marie (my middle name) Biersack would soon come into this world. Andy was extremly happy with our daughters name. She got my middle name, and the name that I had on my "Stork News paper" since I was sixteen.


Bending down, I picked up the shirt I had dropped. It was hard and it hurt. And that's when I realized.








My water broke.

Notes

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