Electric Love - R. Meeks

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"Tʜɪɴɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʜᴀᴢᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ, ʙᴀʙᴇ. Iᴛ's ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ..."
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Belles breathing was heavy as she slid on her shoes.

"Worst timing possible," she mumbled, looking down at her stomach. Her water had broken moments prior and she was trying to get out the door.

She'd called her sister and Leslie had made it to her house in 3 minutes.

Time was moving quickly, Leslie was driving quickly, and by the next day two babies would start growing quickly.

The girl, as promised, was named after Tatum. Tatum Sidney Meeks after Belles closest friends.

The boy, originally planned to be named after Randy's father, was still named that way. It had been Randy's idea and Belle wanted to keep that promise. Harold Peter Meeks, which would without a doubt be shortened to Harry on a daily.

Harold Meeks would get sick at just 30 and be administered to the hospital. He would be put in the ICU and he would be dead before his daughter hit 3.

Randy was taken much sooner, aged only 19 when Nancy Loomis brutally murdered him.

Belle held her children close, she would protect them like she hadn't been able to Randy. She would love them and cherish them and never let them go.

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Time had passed, the twins had grown, and there had been no news or signs of any new psychopaths copy catting Billy and Stu.

Harry and Tatum, being 2 years old, could walk and halfway talk.

Belle was sitting on Tatum's bed tucking her in when Harry came waddling in.

"You're supposed to be in bed," Belle laughed slightly, getting up to grab her mischievous son.

"Tell story," he called out as she picked him up.

"About what?" Belle asked, carrying him to his sisters bed and sitting back down on the edge.

"Daddy!" Tatum yelled.

"You wanna hear a story about your dad?" She asked her children.

Harry nodded frantically.

"I've got a few of those," Belle laughed. Tatum sat up in her bed and Belle turned to face her, Harry sitting on her knee.

"So one time, I was really sick," she started.

Belle could remember it like it was yesterday...

She coughed loudly, refusing to get out of her bed as her mother walked past the door.

"Belle, honey, you have to go to school," her mother said, standing in the doorway.

"I think I'm dying," she complained, sniffling slightly.

"There's nobody to stay home and take care of you and you're not laying in bed all day,"

"Leslie can stay," Belle pleaded, "Stu can stay if it makes you feel better,"