★ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈'𝐒 ★

T H E • F E R R A R I S • 29

I stand near the entrance of the dark hospital room.

My two babies lay next to each other, sleeping peacefully.

I haven't been able to sleep in three days due to the worry and urge to destroy everyone around me for being useless and not doing more to help my babies.

My phone lies destroyed on the floor as I close my eyes for a moment.

"Princess, you should sleep." I hear my dad's voice come from behind me as I feel both my mom and his embrace.

I shake my head in defeat.

They aren't taking the medicine; I don't know what they have.

"I'm scared, papa," I said. I tried my best not to cry all over again.

"I know, it'll be ok," my mama cups my face and wipes away my tears.

"Listen here, my grandbabies will be okay," she says, smiling and looking back at the babies.

"They are Ferraris, and you know us Ferraris, we don't give up on a fight." I nod my head, leaning closer to her, so she holds me against her chest.

"Ms. Ferrari," the doctor walks in, looking over at my parents.

"I have determined what exactly these angels have," she says, looking down at her clipboard, before looking up at me again.

"Please say it," I tell her, moving closer to her, waiting for her answer.

"They have bronchiolitis." I freeze as she stares at me. "W-what?"  I ask, looking over at my twins.

"The good thing is that it's not very severe; they haven't reached the chronic level, so they can leave the hospital in two days." She says as she's writing something down on a piece of paper.

"I wrote down some things that can help; we don't suggest antibiotics because they're not very effective; it should calm down in two to three weeks on its own." I nodded my head, putting the paper in the back pocket of my jeans.

"We want to monitor them for two more days, and we will check in on them every hour or so to make sure they aren't getting worse," she says, then puts away her pen.

"I need to check in on another patient; I will take my leave now, but please, if something happens, ring me from the hospital call button, ok?" she says, patting my hand.

My parents thank her and make room for her to leave.

"God willing, let's hope they get better," my mom says as she walks over to the sleeping babies and gives each of them a kiss.

"You should go rest now. Get changed. We will stay with them, ok?" I nodded my head, hesitating before grabbing my bag and walking out.

"You remember Luke?" I ask Blade as he nods his head while walking beside me towards the hospital.

"How could I forget he's the one who helped get my bone back in place?" I laugh remembering when he fell off his bike trying to act cool for his middle school crush.

"You will never forget that." I laugh as we press the elevator door.

"Why-"  I stop talking as soon as I lay eyes on a very tired-looking Diana.

She stares at me for a moment before walking around me.

I turn around and say, "Diana?" I call out for her, and she stops walking.

She looks at me, and I'm surprised to see hurt in her eyes, like she's about to crumble.

"Go on up to the third floor; he should be in his office," I tell Blade as he nods his head and gives Diana a last glance before the elevator door closes.

I walk closer to her and wrap my arms around her waist.

I could feel her give up and slowly wrap her arms around me.

We stand holding hands in the embrace for a while, until she decides to move back.

"Everything ok?"  I ask as she wipes away some of the tears I just noticed.

"Yes," she says, "you know you can talk to me, right?" I say as she rolls her eyes.

"Don't act like a victim, ok? Why don't you go on and head home to your perfect wife?" she snaps before abruptly walking away.

Something's up.

I'm not a weak person; really, I'm freaking strong.

But even the strongest warrior has to break at some point, right?

I feel mine coming.

I can feel how I slowly break and how I slowly fall.

Holding back my tears, I manage to get home quickly.

I shower, grab extra clothes, and head back to the hospital.

Stepping into the hospital room I freeze.

"You were indeed hiding something valuable." Clark looks at me with curiosity.

"Where is their dad?" He asks. 

I feel relief overcome my body as soon as he asks.

He can't know they are his.

When the time comes, I will tell him, but for now, I'm not ready.

"He's deployed; he works in the army." I lie, putting my bag down and moving closer to my little ones.

"They are adorable; I'm glad you're able to be a mom," he says, his tone a little off.

"Are they ok?" He asks, looking over at the babies, as I nod my head.

"Yea, just have minor bronchitis" I tell him as he stares at me for a moment.

"Well, I hope the little ones get better; I'm going to head out," he says, giving me a soft smile as I nod my head.

Before he closes the door, he turns to look at me and says, "Don't forget about yourself; you need to rest." He closes the door.

I am taking care of myself. By taking care of my babies, they are far more important to me than my rest or whatever the fuck they want me to do.