My parents spent the week with us, and left after telling us to call when the babies were born. Dad said he was going to come right back and see his grandchildren. Mom said the two new mothers would need help for the first few weeks, and she is less expensive than a baby nurse. Rachel said we could afford it, but grandma and grandpa could come and play with the babies for as long as they liked.
That night Rachel woke me.
"My water broke! Alan, get up."
"Caroline, get up, your mother's water broke."
"I think my water broke too."
I called and left a message for the doctor, and then rushed them to the hospital, knowing that the doctor would meet us there. The drive seemed to take forever.
At the admissions desk they asked me which one was my wife. I told them that they were both my girlfriends. I was allowed in the delivery room and watched as Rachel delivered Caroline's brother, she insisted on naming him Alan. Then, 30 minutes later Caroline delivered a daughter who she named Mary. After seeing my new family, I called my parents. They had just gotten home from the airport. Dad said they would get the first flight they could. Mom got on and asked how everyone was. I told her that the girls were fine and gave her all the details. Then I told her that I couldn't wait to see them.
After I tucked everyone in I left the hospital to get some rest. I hadn't been home for 10 minutes when the phone rang. It was Sheila, Caroline's best girlfriend, she was crying.
"I'm so sorry, I just heard."
"Heard what? That I was a father twice."
"Oh Alan the hospital didn't call yet, you don't know?
"Know what?"