Jordan, the well-known painter, had always desired to have children. What happens when she encounters a set of twins that completely change her life?
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It's early in the morning as well as Christmas Day and Gio and I just made it home from the hospital. All I wanted to do was take a shower and see our daughters but I just couldn't walk through the front door. My heart pounded as the hesitance in each step I took grew. It's like I was feeling everything all at once. I was scared and embarrassed and ashamed, and I didn't want anyone, especially our daughters, to see me this way—so weak.
My thoughts were quickly interrupted when I felt Gio put his arm around my waist as we stood there. "I'm here for you, love. You're not alone." Gio reassured me with a kiss to my forehead.
I shook my head as it fell, my eyes finding the concrete beneath my feet more interesting. "I don't want them to see me like this, Gio. They're gonna be scared of me." I whispered with shame as I began to bite the dead skin off my lips.
Before I left the hospital, I happened to look in the mirror and I did not look good at all. The left side of my face was bruised purple due to the airbag deploying during the crash and I also have a few more bruises and cuts around my body that were very visible but some were covered with bandages. The girls have never seen me this way in their life and I'm afraid it will scare them which will only break me more than I already am.
After hearing my response, Gio immediately lifted my head up, grabbing my chin to look in his earnest eyes before he placed his hands on my waist, turning my body to face his. "They could never be scared of you, they'll just be happy to see their mamá." He said with certainty as he carefully pulled my lips from my teeth with his thumb.
I couldn't help but close my eyes and take a breath before I eventually agreed with Gio. After giving him a subtle nod, Gio pulled out the house keys and unlocked the front door, pushing it open.
My heart stopped at the anticipation.
"Baby? Jordan? Is that you?" I heard my mothers nurturing voice call out to me.
Not even a few seconds later, the sight of my mother appeared in front of me and that's all it took for me to run into her arms and break—again. I sobbed and sobbed while she held me in her arms until there were no tears left to cry.
"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry." She whispered to me as she rubbed my back. "I'm so glad your okay." She hummed.
"I w-was pr-pregnant, mama!" I cried out to her.
"I know, baby.....I know." She comforted me as she cupped the back of head. My mom guided us to the couch in the living room and held me for a while, while Gio just sat and observed the whole interaction.
I looked at Gio closely for the first time in the past two days and saw just how heartbroken and stressed out he truly is over this situation. His hair looked like he'd been running his fingers through it too much, and ever since he sat down, he kept tapping his foot on the carpet. He also had bags under his eyes, suggesting that he hadn't slept in a long time. He was hurting just as much as I was. That's when I realized that he needed someone to be there for him like my mother is for me right now. I can see straight through his facade, even though he's trying so hard to be strong for me.
