The day was finally here. The twins would be exiting the womb and coming into our lives physically and I was beyond excited and terrified. Today I would be getting a planned C-Section. I was 36 weeks pregnant, and my doctor advised having a planned C-Section as my babies weren't growing much anymore, most likely due to my small size so it was best for them to come out, so they could continue to grow. "How are you feeling, princess?" Rayne asks, laying next to me. We had just woken up and Ryker went to go wake up the rest of the family since everyone had come down again just this time for the birth and were staying with us. "Excited but terrified. I am so excited to see their little faces, but the thought of having my stomach cut open is just terrifying." I reply, anxiety coursing through my veins. "It'll be okay, princess. You won't feel a thing and me and Ryker will be there the whole time." he replies soothingly. "Thank you." I say, and he kisses me softly. The past couple week