Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (40 page)

“Oh, they’re perfect. I promise.” she says with a reassuring smile.

“How long will the testing take?”
 

“About half an hour,” Dr. Paige says.
 

I nod. “Go ahead and take them now. Then I don’t have to be interrupted with them later,” I say reluctantly. But it’s true, I’d rather not get an hour than have them taken again. Both Talon and Kyle pout as they hand over the twins, then Kyle comes to sit on the bed at my feet and Talon pulls the chair closer to be near me as the twins leave the room. “Okay Doc, talk to me.”

“Do you remember what we talked about, the risks of delivery?” I nod. “Well, the cysts that were blocking your tube ruptured when I pulled Emily’s placenta out. It caused a lot of bleeding, and it ruptured your uterus.” Tears, more tears. “I didn’t want to have to do it, I swear I tried, Addison.”
 

I shake my head. “No, it’s, it’s okay. I…Today I got more than I ever imagined I could have, I got two very healthy babies.” I look at Talon and Kyle and they’re both crying. They know what this means. “It’s okay.” I look at both of them and repeat myself, “it’s okay.” I nod at them. It’s a lot to process.
 

“I was able to leave your ovaries. We will continue with some hormone treatments to help keep your symptoms managed. We will continue to monitor for cysts on your ovaries. It also means that you have eggs for the future, should you want to have a surrogate or other options.” She smiles reassuringly at me. I nod. “Now, for some possibly fun news, more for these two.”
 

“Oh my god,” I squeak. “No way.”

“Yes, way,” Dr. Paige teases.
 

“What way?” Talon and Kyle say together.
 

“You want to tell them?” Dr. Paige smirks. I nod.
 

“Do we know which?” She shakes her head. “Okay.” I look at both of the boys. I smile wildly. “I gave Dr. Paige permission to run some blood tests on the twins when they were born.”
 

“Addison, we talked-” Talon says and I cut him off.
 

“Let me finish. All she did was compare the twins against each other. Because they’re fraternal twins their DNA and blood types were going to be different, but there are enough differences for her to determine..”
 

“They don’t match,” Kyle says standing up, complete shock on his face. “You mean one is,” he points to himself “and one is…” he points to Talon. I smile again and Kyle sits back down.
 

“Now this really makes you having to take my uterus okay.” I tell Dr. Paige who smiles. “They each have their own.”
 

“They do.” Both of them are in shock staring at each other. “Now the real question is, do they want to know which one is theirs?” She asks playfully.
 

I’m blown away by the resounding, “No!” that comes out of both of them. “We don’t care. We will each raise them as ours no matter what. They’re both our babies and we’re okay with that,” Kyle says with a huge smile on his face.
 

“Just knowing that we both played an equal role in making them is satisfying enough for us,” Talon adds and the subject is dropped.
 

Three days later, we finally get discharged to go home. I’m still recovering from the C-section and my hormone levels dropping makes me feel sick and weak and emotional. But it’s all worth it when I get to hold Emily or Logan or both in my arms, which it’s rare that I don’t have one of them in my arms all day long.
 

The guys take turns getting up at night with them, but I refuse to let them not feed from me when they’re hungry. So one will get up, change them and bring them to me to be fed while I lay in bed.
 

When I lay in bed feeding, whoever got the baby out of bed lays awake watching, even if I fall asleep. Emily was born at just five pounds and Logan was five pounds three ounces. By their first week check-up, they’ve each gained about five ounces and it’s a great sight to see.
 

As I get better from my c-section I become more active, eating is still my number one priority because these two babies eat a ton from me, but my food choices have shifted to healthier options. With the cooler weather, the five of us always take a walk. Putting Emily and Logan into their stroller, we take a nice long walk.
 

Hate me if you want to, but by their first Christmas, six weeks later, I’ve lost all of the weight I gained, but I’m working hard to lose the pouch. Though the guys miss having the babies in there, they constantly remind me of the good reasons why I have it and I love them all the more for it.
 

My mom is a whirlwind of energy around the house, helping with meals, taking care of the twins when I need to rest, though after Christmas, my resting becomes few and far between. It’s great having her around the house and she seems happy here in LA.
 

She has her CPA and has worked as an accountant for years. Talon hires her to handle his own financials regarding the band, paying bills and managing the expenses. It’s great to have her working again. Talon’s own financial madness is enough to keep her busy a good twenty hours a week. Though with the new album getting ready to come out, I imagine it’s going to increase some more. Also, tax season is coming and the entire band is determined to have her do their taxes.
 

I tell her it’s too much and she tells me it’s not. Lest we forget that I need someone to do my taxes now. It’s great to see my mom feel needed for more than a nanny. Which she’s all too eager to do whenever we let her. Which as the kiddos grow older, and I give up some of the feeding duties to the guys, they start dragging me out a little bit more.

In January, Talon has to leave for a week of promotional appearances in New York in preparation for the new album’s release. I wake up when I hear Logan whining and see Talon sitting in one of the two rocking chairs in the nursery alcove. He’s holding both babies in his arms. I sit up and smile.
 

“Hey mama,” he whispers. I climb out of bed and go over to him.
 

“Hi big man. He hungry?” I ask and Talon nods. “Want me to?” He nods again and I take Logan from him. “Hi big guy,” I say as I hold him up. “Are you hungry?” I smile, and tuck him into the crook of my arm and in a few swift movements, he latches on and I back up into the other rocker.

I look over at Talon who’s looking down at Emily, he looks so sad. “Talk to me, big man,” I encourage softly.
 

He looks up at me and I can see a couple of tears streaking his cheeks. “I can’t stand this.”

“What?”
 

“I don’t want to leave them tomorrow,” he admits quietly. “I wish I didn’t have to go, or that you guys could come with.”
 

“Don’t beat yourself up, you have a job to do. We will be fine and we will all be here when you get back. We’ll Skype and everything else while you’re gone.”
 

“I just feel like I’m going to miss so much.”
 

I stand up and go over to him. “Better to go now, when they’re only eight weeks old.”
 

“Yeah, I just…I’ve been thinking a lot about my life and where it’s going. I don’t think I can or want to keep this up throughout their lives.”
 

“What are you saying, Talon?”
 

“I think I’d rather slip behind the scenes, write songs, produce music, produce your music. This way I can stay here, and don’t have to travel around the country away from my family.”
 

“What about the band?”
 

He shrugs. “I don’t want to make it seem like I’m giving up on them, or on us, but sometimes I wonder if their heart is still in it the way it was when we started this gig. But I’d have to talk to them, and it wouldn’t be something that would happen right now. We have tour commitments and everything else that we’ve already agreed to and I can’t find anything to get pissed off at them about that we could just break up over.”
 

“I wouldn’t want you guys to break up, not like that.”
 

“No, I know, it would have to happen amicably and mutually. It’s not something that can happen over night, and I don’t want to squeeze anyone out and if they decide to stay together, I’m okay with that, I wouldn’t mind if they replaced me. But it’s so much to decide on and talk about,” he says softly, looking up from Emily to me as I rub Logan’s sleeping face. His mouth falls open and he releases me. I tuck back in and bounce him softly.
 

“You want him back?” I ask and he nods. I turn Logan around so that he can take him back. He rocks them both in the chair. “Talon, if this is what you want, you know I will support you one hundred percent. I don’t want you jumping into the decision. You need to remember that they won’t be babies forever. Eventually they will grow up and leaving might not be as hard.”
 

He looks down at both the babies again. “I think it would be. But it’s a lot to think about and process.”

“And not a decision you can make tonight. I know going away kills you, but it’s only a few days, you’ll be home before you know it.”
 

“I just wish you guys were coming too.”
 

“I know, I wish we were too, but they’re so young and flying, I…”

“Shhh, angel. It’s alright. I understand and I agree. They’re too young. But it doesn’t stop me from wishing.” He gives me a sad smile.
 

“I know, big man.” Emily starts to stir and whine in his arms. “Here.” I lean down and take her from him. “Hi baby girl.” I whisper and put her down on the changing table, changing her. Talon gets up and puts Logan in his crib and he comes to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I dress Emily back in her pajamas.
 

I pat his hands and hold him there for a few minutes. Emily starts to cry and I pick her up, much like Logan, she’s hungry so I feed her too. Once she’s settled, I turn to look at Talon. “Talk to Kyle. He’s going to give you better insight into ideas on how to deal with the guys, the contractual obligations and he’s great with pros and cons. But remember something for me, big man.”
 

“What’s that?” he says softly as his hand gently rubs along Emily’s head.
 

“Do it for you. Don’t do it for her, for Logan, Kyle or me. Do it for you. Make sure that giving up 69 Bottles is really what you want and what you’ll be happiest with in the long run. If you decide on a solo career, it might not pan out the way you want it to. Writing and producing might not work out either. I don’t want you to resent giving up a good thing.”
 

He kisses my forehead. “That’s not possible, angel. Trust me. Everything I do, I do for this family, for the band and then finally myself. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’ll have a regular customer for writing and production.” He smirks at me.
 

“This is very true.” I smile and he kisses me softly as Emily continues eating.
 

We don’t talk much while she finishes and when she’s sound asleep, Talon takes her from me, kissing her sweetly and then putting her to bed. “Come on, mama.” He grabs my hand and leads me back to bed. As we approach, I realize that Kyle’s awake. It doesn’t take me long before I’m engulfed by both of them. Each one having their way with me.
 

We’ve only been back at the sexual aspect of our relationship for about a week, and they’ve indulged every chance they could get and I love it! I love them, wholly and completely. From now until forever.