Gene's P.O.V.

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When I heard Eric crying, I knew something was wrong. Eric's an emotional , sensitive soul but not as much as Tommy.  I walk into the bathroom to see him crying his eyes out and holding a ---OH MY GOD! --pregnancy test. 

"H-h-how long?" I manage to stammer out. Knowing now why he's been moody since Christmas, I just take him in my arms. "Sh, it's gonna be okay." I whisper. 


"WE'RE HAVING TWINS AGAIN!!!" he screams at me before dissolving into fresh tears. 
TWINS! I DIDN'T WANT ANY MORE!"

I stand there in silence for awhile until I can calm him down. Carrying him to the bedroom, I lay him down and rub his back. "Eric, do know I love you." "I'm so sorry, okay?" "We'll get through this together."

My husband turns to me, blue eyes filled with icy cold anger. "NO, we will not. I'm taking care of them myself. You can raise Draco and Delilah!"

Biting my lip, I hope Eric doesn't mean it. "I'm not letting you leave us." 

Eric turned away from me, refusing to even talk to me at all. I leave him half asleep later and go down to the kitchen. I call Paul and he just laughs at me. Hanging up, I fall asleep with my head on the table. 

When I wake up, Eric's staring at me over a cup of hot apple juice. "I'm sorry Geneie." he mumbles, eyes red from crying.

I reach out and squeeze his hands.  "I love you." 

We sit in silence until he crawls up in my lap, hugging me tightly.

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