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"Okay so here's the thing, we're going to need for you to push as hard as you can. Okay? You're a first timer so just give us any insight on you growing light headed, rips or any excruciating pain that you believe that you cannot handle. Okay Ms. Joyner?" Doctor Chambers smiled as she towered over a sweaty, teary eyed twenty two years young Camille Joyner. Out of all her years of struggling on her own, growing up without a family and living in this world on her own, this was the first time Camille was scared. Her heart raced as she thought about having to push out two whole babies, out of her body and into the world. Just weighing one hundred and forty five pounds, how would she survive that much pain? And if she was to die, who was going to take care of her babies? She had no one, well at least she believed that she didn't. "Y-ye- yes ma'am." Camille stuttered on her words as she began to cry before a gentle delicate touch caressed her forehead. "What are you crying for Cami? Your baby girls are coming any minute now! Isn't this what you wanted?" Camille's room mate, Isabelle smiled as she took a hold of Camille's hand and squeezed it. The squeeze wasn't to cause any pain, it was to assure Camille that she wasn't alone. "If I die can you take care of my daughters? Please take care of my girls Issy? You're like the sanest one out of everybody. Can you please just do me that favor?" Camille whimpered causing her lip to quiver as she stared at Isabelle with gleaming eyes. "You'll be just fine. In five they're about to have you start pushing. Are you ready?" Isabelle questioned she held the biggest smile on her face. She was another lost soul that believed that she was in the world all on her own. That's until she had met Camille at the strip club downtown and the two have been inseparable since. They brought a brownstone together, trying to plan a business; they still just haven't came up with any ideas and now she was by Camille's side watching her give birth to her twin baby girls. "N-no and I'm scared. Why couldn't he just be here for me? That's all I've asked for." Camille spoke silently before she started to cry and think about the same guys Mrs. Wing warned her about before leaving the group home. 'Attractive, but ain't shit' were Mrs. Wings exact words. She tried warning each and everyone of the kids that stayed inside of the group home that she privately owned, but being the hard head she is, Camille just had to get a taste of attractive ass ain't shit Antonio. But how could anyone blame her ? Antonio stood about six five covered in a clean blemish free caramel skin tone with a smile out of this world and dimples deeper than the ocean. Not only did his waves make everyone sea sick every time they had passed him, but Antonio could dress his ass off and his mean demeanor only reeled Camille in like bait on a rod. Three months into the relationship Camille found about Antonio's fiancé, his drug dealing business and the three boys that were birthed by three different women. He was a mess. A hot mess, but Camille was too stuck to leave. The sex was amazing and he actually was able to sweep her off of her feet and out of the strip club. He provided for her all the way until she gave him the news about her being pregnant. It's like Antonio turned into a total stranger by how he distanced himself and never looked back. Although he still be in their hood, he never cared to check on Camille or her protruding belly. "You don't need him Cami! You knew that nigga wasn't shit baby girl, let's not get all emotional now. Let's push these babies out so we could see how much they favor me!" Isabelle shouted before ending with a joke causing Camille to give off a weak smile and shake her head. "You're my children's god mother I don't care what Itali says, Tori says or Amber. You're the one that's here and always been here for me, thank you baby daddy!" Camille sang causing Isabelle to laugh and give Camille a hug. "I'm here forever!" She shouted mimicking Cardi B, the two laughed until the room was filled with nurses in blue scrubs. "Here you go, we can't afford for any germs to get near the babies or the patient." Doctor Chambers said handing Isabelle the same pair of scrubs and face masks. Camille closed her eyes and held onto the pole as she felt another contraction come in, but this time it felt like her daughters were inside fighting on who's going to come out first. "Looks like these two are ready. Mommy are you ready?" Doctor Chambers smiled as she prepped Camille's legs wide open and up onto the pole. Camille nodded her being that all eyes were on her. "Okay so we're going to do a five minute push every ten minutes and by the time three o'clock hits, your babies should be here. There's no promises but that's the estimated time. Okay? Ready.... Push." Doctor Chambers spoke as she coached Camille into pushing out her girls. Camille tried her hardest, but nothing. She just actually began to lose her breath. "Ready?" Doctor Chambers questioned and Camille shook her head 'no'. It was beyond painful being that she decided to go natural, not trying to chance it having her babies drugged up. "Okay. Tell me when you're ready." Doctor Chambers smiled behind her mask. This was her favorite part about pregnancies, although some could be stressful and take for hours some even days. Chambers loved connecting the moms with their babies, it's always been a beautiful sight to see. Minus the blood and everything else. "I'm ready." Camille groaned as Isabelle entered the room looking like one of the nurses, she grabbed a hold of Camille's hand and wiped the sweat off of her forehead. "You got this Cami, let's push." Isabelle smiled gleefully. She couldn't wait to meet the girls and hear their soft little cries. "One. Two.... three, push!" Everyone in the room yelled and Camille tried pushing as hard as possible but only ended up peeing everywhere. "Oh my god!! I'm so sorry!" She began to cry feeling embarrassed as everyone ran for cover. Everyone except Doctor Chambers and Isabelle. "Damn girl!! That's from all that ice you've been requesting!" Isabelle teased making everyone inside of the room laugh. The nurses easily cleaned Camille up before cheering her on to push again. Push after push after push. There still was no baby, only causing Camille to grow frustrated. "I don't want no fucking c section!! These damn babies are coming out of my vagina and that's final!!" Camille shouted and everyone gasped. "What?! What happened?! What's going on?!" She shouted as her heart began to race. She couldn't afford anything to happen to her babies. Especially not after carrying two whole kids around for nine whole months, causing her back to ache, feet to swell, breast to leak. She completely gave her body to them, so she wasn't about to risk that all only to lose them. "Push!! Push!! Push!! There's baby A head!!" Everyone cheered. Doing as told, Camille pushed until she felt this pressure between her legs. "Awe there she goes! Baby A! Let's go! Let's go, clean her up and get her ready!" Chambers shouted with excitement as she handed off Camille's screaming baby. "Look at her crying." Camille began to cry herself totally forgetting about baby B. "No no, continue pushing Joyner! There's baby B right there too!" Chambers shouted making Camille get back into her pushing position. Pushing her hardest, Camille could hear baby B pop out of her vagina like a smacking sound affect. "She's out too? Awe she's out!! Look at my babies!" Camille cried as she stared at her kids being rushed off to be cleaned, weighed and checked on. Doctor Chambers smiled before leaning over and giving Camille a high five. "I know you're tired of pushing, but it's one more." She spoke as calm as possible, but all Camille do was cry. "But I just want my babies! Can I have my babies?!" She whimpered. Her body was in some intense pain to even throw a fit how she wanted to do so. "Just one more, it shouldn't be that long. Here I'll help you." Doctor Chambers promised before towering over Camille and pushed down on her stomach then out came the after birth. Camille scrunched up her face before looking over at her girls and thankfully, they were being brought back over to her. Wearing Baby A and Baby B hats causing both Camille and Isabelle to smile cheerfully. They were both placed inside of Camille's arms and all she could do was smile. "You're in love aren't you?" Isabelle smiled staring down at her best friend and her twin baby girls. Camille looked so much at peace that it warmed Isabelle's heart. Camille couldn't even pull her eyes away from her baby girls as they laid in her arms peacefully sleeping. "I'm in love friend." She cheesed also loving the fact that they didn't look anything like their father. It was as if she had given birth to two replicas of herself. "I'm a mommy friend. Can you believe I'm a mommy? What am I going to do with two girls?" Camille laughed but ended up with tears in her eyes. She was so afraid to fail, but didn't know if she could raise her girls as good as she believed she want to do so. "How am I going to do this all on my own?" Camille began to weep as if her heart just got broken for the first time. "We got this. You and I. We got this okay? We're going to take care of them kids girl. You said I'm the god mother right? So then let me do my part and I got you." Isabelle promised and Camille nodded her head. She knew Isabelle was liable to stand by her side, but for how long ? There were so many girls Camille had made promises with and neither of them even made it to her baby shower. Not a phone call, text or even a congratulations. So how was she supposed to just depend on Isabelle's help ? Hell their father wasn't even planning on sticking by their side. So what was a friend ? "Don't get all quiet on me bitch. I'm serious. Where am I really going Cami?" Isabelle questioned before walking away and began to wash her hands. She was just going to have to show Camille better than she could tell her. "So what are we naming them because last time I checked, you were still undecided." Isabelle asked as she picked up Baby B and smiled seeing that her eyes were grey just like her cold ass mother. "How's Baby A eyes?" Isabelle smiled leaning over but her eyes were closed as she snuggled up against her mother's bare chest. "Green and I think I want to sleep on their names. So until then, Baby A have green eyes while Baby B has grey eyes. My bright eyed babies. Should I name them based off their eyes or that's too corny?" Camille asked and Isabelle scrunched up her face. "Don't play with me. That's going to make my babies look beyond ghetto. We have future millionaires in our arms. They can't have Greena and Graya as their names, no." Isabelle frowned making Camille laugh as hard as she could without bothering her sore body. Isabelle shook her head before smiling. "Can I at least give them their middle names stingy? Since they're going to have your last name already?" She asked while staring down at Baby B as she began to doze off right in Isabelle's arms, easily stealing her heart. Camille wanted to reject so badly not too sure of what the future held between the two, but since she was the one to drive her to the hospital, calm her nerves and hold her hand through the entire time; all Camille could think was : why not ? "What are you trying to name my babies now?" Camille smiled placing Baby A back inside of the hospital bassinet then began to stretch her limbs. She was still sore, but the way her back ached from laying down for the past six hours; Camille was ready to take a walk. "Ummm I was thinking about Peyton and Paisley. How does that sound to you?" Isabelle questioned as she faced Camille with a hopeful smile. Camille scrunched up her face before shaking her head 'no'. "Too basic and besides one of Antonio's weak ass baby mother's names is Peyton. Bitch swear that she's bad too, I'm so glad I finally gave birth.... I'm going to be— but Isabelle easily cut her off. "No you're not. You can't and you won't. There's two little girls that's depending on you now and we know how you fight, so there's no need to get arrested over some dummy that's still messing with their baby father." Isabelle simply explained with a slight shrug. Camille sucked her teeth and went to disagree until her babies both began to cry, the cries were soft but both Camille and Isabelle knew that they meant business. "What's the matter already? Stop all that noise." Camille cooed taking Baby A out of the bassinet then placed her and her sister in between her legs. "Well I'm not here just to watch Cami. Don't treat me that way." Isabelle sassed as she grabbed the babies bag then began to dig inside. "What are you taking about? I just wanted to be the first person to change both of their pampers, that's all." Camille laughed at Isabelle's sudden attitude. Surprisingly she easily unwrapped the tiny pampers then began to wipe the girls gently. "Wow. You really don't need my help?" Isabelle frowned sounding more hurt than ever. She believed being that there were two of them, Camille would need as much help as possible, but here she was getting into mommy mode faster than Isabelle believed that she could. "Pass me the pampers cry baby then you could help me breast feed them." Camille smirked paying Isabelle and her dramatics no mind.
