Frozen Love (A Castle Fanfiction)

Writing History

After a few more weeks, when I was about twenty-two weeks along, Rick and I went into the doctor and finally decided we did want to know the babies' genders. Rick's argument against it had been, "Why know? We have a plethora of boys clothes and Alexis's baby clothes are still downstairs and- why know? We already have a neutral nursery. What's the point in knowing early?"

I told him simply, "Because we've had enough surprises for one lifetime. And we have to buy two more cribs anyway. We might as well know what kind of bedding we need for it and things like that."

"But-... I like surprises," he pouted.

I simply told him, "Wait three weeks. There will be another." He looked at me, sighed and shrugged in agreement.

When the doctor came in, Rick and I watched the screen, waiting not-so-patiently, while she scanned my stomach. When the twin finally came into full view, the doctor smiled. "Congratulations, your boys are both perfectly healthy."

"Two more boys," Rick asked. I smiled widely, more thrilled to hear the word "healthy" than I was to hear I was having two boys. That was just mildly disappointing. Then again, I look back on the rest of that pregnancy and see all the things I did to prep for two more boys and wonder how on earth the doctor was wrong.

By the time they delivered the twins in a planned C-section (which went on without complication, thank god), it was odd to hear them tell us, "It's a girl." I mean, don't get me wrong, I always wanted to have a daughter, it was just strange to hear. Our daughter was born first, about a minute before her brother. As per Rick's eventual request to have our kids' names alphabetized, already having Alexis and Brayden, we named our daughter Cassidy Johanna, and our son Dylan Jaxon. They were perfect. It was absolutely incredible to watch them grow up, and watch Brayden help take care of them.

After years of pleasure with the kids, things started to go south. Rick was once again smashed in the head during the capturing of another criminal on an average case. Brayden was eight and the twins were not quite seven. After that, he didn't recover as easily. His memory began to fade again and slowly we learned that the head injuries had caused damage that would only worsen. There was no hope of recovery. We get along though. He still lives with us at the loft. We just watch him closely. Alexis's current fiancé became Rick's... nurse around the time Brayden was fourteen. It's been two years since then, and medication has given Rick the ability to stay at home and operate.

"So, that's why he's not writing anymore," I state to the woman sitting in the chair across from me. The stage lights nearly burn my skin, but it's more than just heat making me sweat. I hate talking about my personal life in front of this many people, but given the platform I'm basing my run for Senator on, I have to talk about the personal connection. Not to mention, Rick's fans have been writing in for a while asking about why he stopped writing. Given how bad he's gotten recently, I feel I have to.

The woman then asks me, "Is that why you wrote the book "My Frozen Love Story"?

"Yeah, I just-... so many of Rick's fans wondered about why he stopped writing and what all lead up to that. I guess I thought you all deserved the truth."

"In some personal detail, might I add," the woman says, clearly referring to the... explicit chapters I'd written.

A smile dawns on my face with a hint of blush. "Yes, well, I try to remember the good parts of those years as much as the bad. I mean, don't get me wrong, my kids are the best parts of those years, but.. when you have a newborn at home and you're worried about his health all of the time and you have such a high stakes job, sometimes those nights where you actually get to... do things like that, it's... a good... stress relief."