It is now Friday, December 16. Tasha had woken up in a good amount of pain. She had pain like this before, however, this felt different. It didn’t feel like one of those practice things that bodies tend to do.

  It felt like fire, in a way. Tasha wanted to claw off her entire lower body. It felt like her body was trying to kill her. All the pain was in Tasha’s abdomen, groin, and her back. Those places burned and screamed.

  Tasha shook Mark awake, “Mark! Wake up! Hurry!”

  “Yes?” he said in a groggy tone, “What's wrong, honey?”

  “It’s time!” Tasha sobbed, “It hurts so bad.”

  He stared at her in shock for a minute, then immediately pulled himself up. Tasha followed him to the car, and they sped all the way to the hospital. Mark ran himself and Tasha to the receptionist, “Miss, we need a doctor! My wife—Tasha—she’s in labor!”

  “Okay,” said the receptionist, “Quickly, first and last name.”

  “Tasha,” she muttered, “Tasha Price.”

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  “Okay, we’ll send an emergency message to our staff,” the lady said. All Tasha could do was nod and it was not long before Tasha was put onto a wheelchair and then a bed.

  After a while, the doctor said, “We’ll have to do a C-Section. Tasha, is that okay with you?”

  She nodded, “As long as I, and my children, are healthy, then yes.”

  She got rolled into the surgery as Mark walked over with them. After Tasha was out, the surgeon made a very intricate cut above Tasha’s pelvic area. The first child, Child A (Mike and Tasha have not decided who is Liam and who is Lennard) was the first kid to be taken out. He was the one with Holoprosencephaly. He was quickly cleaned off and placed into a hospital baby casket. Then, Baby B was taken out, and was having breathing issues, so he was cleaned and taken to the ICU (Intensive Care Unit).

  Tasha had been rolled into her room, and woke up after a few hours. Mark turned to her and asked, “You doing okay?”

  Tasha nodded, “Yeah, I’m not hurting anymore, just sore.”

  “Baby A, our oldest twin is the one with Holoprosencephaly,” Mark informed her.

  “Oh goodness, is he okay?” Tasha asked, panicked.

  “Better than expected, he’s not expected to live more than a year, but with how he is, he’s as healthy as a horse,” Mark answered, “It’s Baby B that’s having some issues.”

  Tasha gasped, “What’s going on?”

  “He’s having troubles breathing, when you’re more healed up and recovered, we can see him,” he sighed “They’ll bring in Baby A in an hour.”