Bad Habits

Chapter Thirty Nine

𝐴𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎 ♡︎

One and a half weeks later.

"Alright, off to bed boys."

They groaned and switched the TV off as I bent down and picked up their dishes.

"Night, Aurora."

I felt two little figures attach themselves onto my waist. I stood up a little straighter, smiling down at the boys with my arms up in the air.

"Goodnight boys. Do you need me to tuck you in tonight?"

Matteo flashed me a smile, "Yes please!"

Nico grinned while nodding and slowly moving away from me.

"Okay. Run over to the guest bedroom while I go and put these dishes in the sink," I said as I started my way over to the kitchen.

They both muttered a quick 'yes' before running down the hall.

At first, Willow and Rowan had taken the boys back to their mother's apartment, but after about two days, they were so overwhelmed with emotion.

I got a call from Willow while I was in the hospital three days ago. She told me that the boys couldn't and wouldn't stop crying.

Enzo had been asleep at the time, and he had been up all night stressing over everything, so I just grabbed my purse and rushed back home to see what the hell had happened.

Turns out, the boys couldn't stand it anymore. Every corner they turned in that apartment sent a jolt of emotion through them. They had so many memories with their mother in that apartment... it broke their hearts to have to go on without her.

Even though she wasn't gone yet, it still felt like there was just this empty, gaping hole that was now left in her place.

So, I packed everything they needed and took them to Enzo's apartment.

Enzo had come home that same night to be with his brothers, but in the morning, he had gone back to the hospital.

It was a routine for us now.

Enzo would be gone all day and would return late at night when the boys were asleep.

I stayed at home and watched over them and I did everything I could for them.

At night, I held Enzo for hours at night when he couldn't sleep... or when he couldn't stop crying.

He was drowning in his own grief, and it was tearing me apart.

Before putting the plates in the dishwasher and turning it on, I washed them. Before turning around and exiting the kitchen, I scrubbed the counter and rinsed the sponge.

I waked down the hallway that led to the guest room as silently as I could just in case the twins were already asleep.

I had realised that over a couple days, the boys were growing very tired very quickly. I'm not exactly sure why, but I just let them sleep.

Maybe it was a distraction, or maybe their minds needed to be switched off for them to stay calm.

Sometimes I heard them crying during the night in the guest bathroom. I always went to check on them when I heard them, but they insisted that they were fine.

Sometimes I heard them comforting each other at night.

It brought so much emotion out of me.

Every night I cried in the shower. Any emotion I had been holding in for the entire day would now be released as I sat on the shower floor with my fist in my mouth.