~My high heels clacked down the hallway, and I desperately tried to get them to stop. I was SO not in the mood right now.
I’d just found out I was pregnant, with quadruplets.
I slammed the door shut to my office, and rested my head on the stack of papers piled up on my desk.
Stella waltzed in, a cup of coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other.
I didn’t stop banging my head against the paper, probably giving myself a couple of paper cuts on my forehead.
“are you alright, Gabs?”
I groaned and continued to bang my head against my desk.
Stella opened my drawer and pulled out a box of band-aids. She placed one on my forehead and sighed. “Okay, what’s wrong?”
I groaned again and raised my head to hit it against my desk, but she held my head up.
I whispered “I’m pregnant.”
Stella squealed and dropped her muffin. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Are you going to tell Don?!”
I groaned again and took another band-aid from the box. “ah heck, I don’t even want to think about that right now.”
Stella sighed and took a sip from her coffee. She started blabbing on and on about the new girl, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.
About two hours later, I heard screams coming from the squad room, I holstered my gun and headed out towards the room.
I looked, and there was Don, Stella, Hawkes and his wife Miranda, and Mac.
They all stopped talking when I walked into the room. Miranda smiled bashfully and wrung her hands. Don was pale, and I knew that Stella had said something.
Don shook and looked at me. “is it true?”
I swallowed thickly and nodded. Then, despite my efforts to keep cool, Don collapsed to the floor.
Hawkes kneeled down and I squealed. “Oh my god! Is he okay?”
He laughed and stood back up. “yeah, he’s fine don’t worry. He just fainted.”
I laughed and knelt down beside him and waited for him to blubber back to life.
He opened his green eyes and stared at me with fascination.
“Gabby, are you really pregnant?”
I nodded again and he started to kneel. “Gabriella Rayne, I love you with all of my heart and soul. And I know that you and I will make wonderful parents. Will you marry me?”
I squealed and jumped into his arms, planting kisses all over his face and neck.
“ I have one catch.” I said to him, and he cocked his head. “What’s that, love?”
“We’re having four.”
BOOM! He was out cold. Again.
------------9 months later----------
“OH MY GOD! FOR GODS SAKE! JUST GET THEM OUT ALREADY!”
I was in the surgery room, and Doctor’s buzzed around me, with scalpels and needles. Don had a mask on, and he was as white as a sheet.
He swallowed thickly. “Yeah?”
“Please don’t pass out again!”
He chuckled and kissed me. “I won’t, love.”
I heard four angelic cries enter the room and smiled. The doctor handed me two girls, and Don two boys.
We named the girls Isabella and Samantha, and the boys Anthony and James.
---------------5 years later-----------
16 feet ran around our house, barefoot, squealing, pushing eachother around in moving boxes. This was a big house, and ever since I found out I was expecting twins, we decided to expand the house.
Isabella and Samantha whooshed around the hardwood floor, laughing, and Anthony dragged his little stuffed elephant behind him. James came tottering around the corner, his blanket in his hand, and his sucker in the other.
Don came up behind me and snaked his hands around my waste. He gently kissed my neck. “I love you, darling.”
I kissed him on the lips and I heard little giggles and a “Get a room!”
Don’s eyes widened and he yelled “that’s it!” and chased the screaming kids around the house. I smiled and sat back down on the couch. Ah, victory.