My Kids and I. (Unedited)

7

Twilight's POV

I smiled, walking down my alley happy that things were finally coming along. At this pace, I can manage to find a place and find a job to maintain Peppa, Simon and I.

My back began to hurt, as I pushed the trolley past the smelly bins, I've gotten used to by now but soon my heart dropped as I heard the whimpers of Peppa and the groans of the old man, I let go of the trolley, as I picked up my pace, ignoring the pain that became on my lower belly as I practically ran.

"Stop! What do you want?!" I screamed, looking at four teenagers, who assaulted Simon who hardly could do a thing because of his high fever, the boys tied Peppa as they brutally kicked her. "Fuck off princess!" One hissed, kicking Peppa who began crying out loud.

"You're hurting her!" I growled, taking a step forward but, stopped as they pulled out a pocket knife and held it against Simon, "We saw you making money, we want it." The other sickly stated, running his tongue down the knife, normally I would feel angry and hurt that they are doing when, especially when we almost had the chance to leave this place but, for some reason I pitied them, through their shirt I could see how much their ribs stuck out due to their hunger, they were pale in such a sickly manner, I sighed reached for the money I kept in my bra.

"I bought medication with the rest, which we finished but here is a hundred." I said, placing the money on the ground, as I walked towards Peppa, untying her from the plastic cords, she forced her tail between her legs as she snuggled into me, looking at the boys who refused leave.

Holding onto my little girl, I walked to Simon, helping him sit up before I covered him with his blankets. "What the fuck are you still doing here, go and never come back!" I hissed, glaring at them. The boys nodded, picking up the money before they ran away.

"Thieves make me sick. Couldn't they understand that you don't have a thing?" I whispered beneath my breath. Raising to my feet with Peppa in hand, she licked my arm which caused the frown on my face to disappear, I leaned down kissing my angel on the head as I walked back to the trolley I left not so far back.

I began pushing the trolley, deeper into the alley, pulling out blankets for me and Peppa and the muffins I got from the bakery. "Simon, you okay?" I asked, kneeling down in front of him, placing Peppa on his lap, who still was shaken from the teenage boys.

"Get out of my face." He hissed, I rolled my eyes, taking out a muffin from the bag, before handing it to him, which he didn't hesitate to grab. I crawled towards the dumpster beside us, but I stopped as he spoke up. "Don't bother, they took everything, even the money you left by yesterday."

"And the medication?"

"They took it too, I'm sure they're going to sell it to someone else." He sighed, sharing his muffin with Peppa, I couldn't stop the tears that clouded my vision, nor the ache in my heart. I sighed, planting my butt on the damp ground as tears streamed down my face.

"You're crying again?!" Simon sighed heavily, "Its hopeless Simon, I tried as hard as I could to put together that money so we could finally break out of this place, I guess it's my fault for thinking everything would be easy." I cried out.

"Yes it is your fault."

"Simon, could you not t-"

"You're smart Twilight, but even with all those degrees you might have, you're still an idiot, things won't always go your way that's why you need plan bs and cs. Come and eat because I'm going to finish these muffins."

I chuckled, wiping the tears as I crawled back to Simon, wrapping both him and I, along with Peppa in a blanket as we all shared muffins before our eyes became to heavy to no longer lift, sleep embraced us in its warm arms and for the first time in a long time I was honestly happy. Simon may be, a grumpy, stubborn, rude and old but, he's more of a father than my biological father ever was.