Sex addicts

15: Anniversary

Megs POV

It's my mom's and dad's death anniversary today. It's strange because the last 2 years every day on this day, I've woke up in bed with Em. I used to make mom's famous spaghetti bolognese and then we would stay up late the night before watching all of mom's favourite rom coms and dad's favourite horrors. We'd laugh and cry and cuddle. I love Luke but I don't like that I'm not in bed with her. I feel like I should call her and do something today, I don't want to be without her.

Me: Hey em, are you busy today?

Em: hey bubs, no I'm free, I was going to call you.  I'll come to yours in 15?

Me: course, excited to see you

Luke was still sleeping, so I woke up him up by planting kisses all over his face. He scrunched his nose up and a little smile spread across him face, big enough his dimples were showing.

"Hey baby" he said with his eyes still shut in his morning sleepy voice.

"Morning lovely" I said whilst stroking his hair. "It's my mom and dads anniversary today, so Em's coming over and we're going to go do something".

His eyes immediately opened and his eyes filled with empathy and sadness for me. "Awww, okay. How are you feeling? Do you need me to do anything for you?". He's so sweet. "No I'm okay. I just need to be with Em today" I kissed his cheek and quickly got changed.

I threw on some blue jeans, low top vans and a black cropped jumper. My hair was just up in a messy bun and I put on some sunglasses so you couldn't see the bags under my eyes. "MEG!" Em's voice filled the house. The girl is tiny but damn she is loud. "Coming!" I shouted back down. When I ran down Em had curled her hair and was wearing a summer smock dress. We may be twins but I feel like we are the complete opposite. She is so pretty and girly and I'm so Tom boyish.

"Hey bubs" I said happily. I don't know why we call each-others bubs, our parents used to call it each-other and I feel like we must've picked it up off them along the way.

"So, do you want to get some flowers then go their grave together?" she asked. "Yeah,  I thought that would be a good idea. We can give their stones a proper clean and put fresh flowers down."

Em insisted she drove which I didn't mine. We picked up 4 dozen white roses, 2 dozen on each. We took anti bacterial wipes and cleaned their graves down. The both of us sat on a blanket in between their graves for hours, laughing and remembering the old times. Every time one of us told a story we laugh and cried at the same time. Sometimes I pray that I could go back in time and change them ever getting into that car that day. Dad was trying to be romantic because it was Valentine's Day. He had booked a hotel for them to stay at over night and go to a fancy restaurant. They never made it to the restaurant because of a drunk driver. My heart hurts that there not here.

"Right, if I cry anymore my eyes are going to be 10x the size they are now. Do you want to go get some food?" I asked.