Freedom

Hatred?

I rested for hours, and I felt so energetic, yet sore from birthing two children. Bruno's brother and sisters came to see the baby. Shortly after his siblings arrived, I dreaded off to sleep. It was now about six o'clock in the evening.

When I woke up, Bruno was holding, what looked like Journee since she was wearing a pink beanie. "How is she?" I softly asked as I was waking up. "She's beautiful. She looks like you." Bruno said. I smiled lightly. "Where's Peter?" I asked. "He's in the incubator sleeping." Bruno pointed.

It came to mind, that the news had to already been plastered all over the world and social media. "Did you take a picture with you and the twins?" I asked. "Yes, I did. I posted it on Instagram." "Can I see the picture?" I asked. When Bruno pulled up the picture, and showed me, it was him holding each child in his arms, kissing their foreheads.

I also realized that a picture Bruno and I took after my birth and before my long sleep, he posted it on Instagram. I observed the picture, and I saw the happiness on his face. This is one of the first pictures of me and Bruno together put out to the public.

I saw comments that made my heart drop, and it hurt me. "She doesn't deserve to have your children." "Why would have kids with her? She's not even pretty." Many things don't bother me, but after holding Bruno's children for nine months, it hurts, to see his fans "dislike" me.

"Bruno, do you see the hatred under your picture of you and I?" I said to Bruno. "I see them all the time. Don't let them bother you. Their words don't mean a damn thing." Bruno said. "I guess so." "Look, you have me, your children. Isn't that what you always wanted? Because that's what I wanted and that's what I have." Bruno kissed my forehead. "You know, you're right. Just a stupid thing to even think of." I said. "Yeah. So tell me, how does it feel to be a mother?" Bruno asked. "It's great. How's fatherhood for you?" "Knowing that I can take care of a child of my own, that's the best feeling ever."