Happy Valentines Day.

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(David's POV )

"Daddy, look what we made at school. Do you think they get mail in heaven?" Parker asks pulling out heart shaped valentines from his backpack.

"We made them for Mommy," Luke adds walking in after getting off the bus behind his brother.

"Don't worry buds, I'll send them for you," I reply with a warm smile to hide my sadness. " I packed you guys some clothes, go add some toys to take with you too."

Soon the boys are packed, and are paying a game of cops, and robbers when the doorbell rings. I answer the door.

"Auntie Della!"

"Auntie!" The boys come rushing to the front door to give my twin a hug.

"Hello boys," she smiles. "Hey could you guys go pick out two movies to watch?"

"Yes!"

"Yay, movie night," the boys say before running off to the DVDs in the sun room.

"So-."

"David, this is getting ridiculous you need to talk to someone..."

"I know, I ju-," I try to say.

"No David, this isn't healthy. At this point you're just as obsessed with Amy as that man who took her."

"I wouldn't expect you to understand what it's like losing the mother of your children," I regret the words as they pass my lips.

My sister stares at me wide eyed in hurt, and disbelief.

"Alec may have died before our wedding day. But that does not make it hurt any less," she says. " Sure cancer is a bit different to what you ate going through....But screw you."

She slaps me across the face.

"Okay, I deserved that," I respond sorrowfully. "I'm sorry that was wrong of me to say."

"Just... think about it, okay?"

The boys come running back with their movies in hand.

"Ninja turtles," Luke exclaims.

"And Scooby-Doo," Parker adds.

"Wow, how'd you guys know its pizza night?" Della asks goofily.

The twin boys look at each other excitedly.

"PIZZA," they hoot, and holler as they run out to the awaiting car.

My twin turns around giving me a stern, and serious look.

"I signed you up for a support group for grieving spouses. It's at the community center at six p.m. tomorrow."

I let out a soft sigh knowing there's no arguing with her on this.

"Good," she smiles. "I love you bro... Take care of yourself, and maybe try to get out of the house for a bit."

"Okay."

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