"After this we are having no more kids!" You say through gritted teeth as another contraction washes over you. You were in hospital with your husband Harry styles and you were about to give birth for the third time to twins. "Fine with me." He says as the nurses and doctor come in. "Ok mrs styles we need you to start pushing in 3,2,1" with that you pushed as if your life depended on it. "You're doing a great job Morgan, you can do it." Harry said encouragingly. You gave one final push and your first twin was born. "Mrs styles were going to need you to push again in 3,2,1" the doctor said a minute later. Again after pushing for what seemed like forever your second twin was born. You didn't even get a chance to see your kids. The last thin you remembered was your babies being taken away from you before you fainted.
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