I Wont Forget you (Sequel to Ride The Wind)

Chapter Thrity Three:Liss

I roll over again for the thousandth time. I can't get comfortable and I'm scared I'm going to wake up Rikki. It three o'clock in the morning and I can't even think about sleeping.

Twins.

I was scared of messing up one kid, now I can mess up two. Who said that was fair? I can just picture all the gods sitting up on a cloud looking down. I picture it going something like this:

All the gods, like all of them. Greek, Roman, Egyptian, all of the som bitches. They're playing poker or something and drinking and deciding which poor bastard is gonna to get VD next. Then the pregnancy thing comes up. They ask the God of childbirth (Eileithyia in Greek mythology and Lucina in Roman I think. Sue me! I was good at history!) One of the other gods pipes up and says:
"Hey, so who are you gonna stick twins with?" Probably some asshole like Hermes or something.
"Well there's that good mother of six in Brazil." Eileithyia says. "And that well prepared mother in Switzerland."
"Y'know what about that first time mom in LA?" Lucina wonders. I bet she has a Brooklyn accent to. "Y'know, that one married to the rockstar."
"I am so proud of him by the way!" Apollo the Greek god of music speaks up.
"I don't know." Eileithyia admits. "It's a big task for a first time mom."
"Let's make a bet, if I win the next hand it goes to rocker's wife. If you win it'll go to the mom in Switzerland." Lucina bargains.
"Fine." Eileithyia says and she lays an alright hand. But Lucina  plays a royal flush, the best possible hand.
"I win bitches!" She yells "Twins go to the sorry broad in Brooklyn!" and Dionysus spits wine everywhere.

Jesus, I have a fucked up imagination.

I walk down the stairs to the kitchen and I pull out the leftover pasta from dinner. I sit at the island and eat the cold pasta. This has gotta be an Italian thing or a pregnant thing.

I want to have kids and I'm excited to have them just I don't want to mess them up. My mom was never around, I only know how my dad raised me. I don't want to be like my dad though. I've read What To Expect If You're Expecting a million times and I'm still really confused! If I'm going to be a parent, I'm going to be like my grandparents and my Nona. They loved unconditionally and wanted nothing but your absolute happiness. My grandfather taught me how to hunt and fish. My grandmother taught me how to bake. My Nona taught me to cook. They were my biggest fans and most loyal supporters. Even though Carter was all my dad saw, it the eyes of those three I was perfect. If I'm gonna have kids, they're going to be the most loved things to ever walk gods green earth.

I carry my plate into the living room and sit crisscross applesauce on the leather sofa. I turn on the tv and late night shows play on repeat. I flip through the channels until I find something to watch. I land on Christine, the Steven King movie about the demonic Plymouth Fury. I eat and sip water and watch one of the greatest movies of all time.

Once I finish eating, I wrap myself up in the big red blanket I keep at the end of the sofa (because I'm always cold) and lay down. I watch the move and think.

What about Christine as a girls name? No, I'd think of this movie all the time. Christ, I don't even know if we're having a girl. I mean if it's twins there's a chance at least one of them are a girl. I wish I could've known the genders. Andy wanted to through this huge baby shower revealing the gender to Rikki and I in a surprise. I just want to know. I love Andy for what she's doing but the waiting is killing me.

When Christine  finished, I flip on a sports channel to see the highlights. Calgary Flames have a good shot at winning the Stanley Cup this year. The Habs are pretty good this year to but that's nothing new. The Montreal Canadiens have so many championships, more than I can remember. They're notorious for winning the Stanley Cup.

I hear someone walking down the stairs. Unless it's an intruder which I highly doubt, it's gotta be my husband. Rikki comes into the living room and I sit up long enough for him to sit down before I put my head on his lap. He smiles at me.

"It's late, baby." His voice is still groggy.

"I know, I couldn't sleep. Then I was hungry and now I'm watching sports highlights." I explain and he laughs. "Did I wake you up?"

"Well when I rolled over to cuddle you and you weren't there it alarmed me a bit." Rikki smiles. "Why can't you sleep?" I shrug. "Try again."

"Baby, I'm scared." I admit. "I was scared of messing up one kid but now there's two and.." I trail off to wipe the tears from my cheeks. "Stupid fucking hormones." I say and Rikki laughs.

"Babe, I promise everything will be fine." He assures me

"How do you know?" I wonder quietly and he smiles again.

"Quite simply because you rock at everything you do. Rugby, hunting, fishing, everything. You're going to be a great mom." Rikki assures me. "I know because it's you. Alyssa Keira Lynn, you're going to be the best mom on the face of this earth."

"And you're going to be the best dad." I smile and he nods. "The kids are going to have the weirdest uncles of this planet and one crazy ass aunt."

"And one thing is for certain, they are going to be loved more than anything on this planet." Rikki bends down to kiss my nose. "Let me up for a minute."

I sit up pulling the blanket tighter around me as Rikki gets up. I was comfortable.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he goes to the movie cabinet. He looks back and smiles at me.

"We're going to watch Grease and eat cookie dough." Rikki states and I smile. "I was going to say Top Gun but last time we watched it you cried when Goose died and blamed it on our children."

"I love you." I laugh and he walks past me and kisses my forehead.

"I love you more." Rikki says he hands me the movie and walks into the kitchen.

"I love you most." I call as I put the movie in.

Rikki pulls the coffee table closer and puts the container on it. We lay under the big red blanket, we watch the movie singing along with every song, laughing and eating cookie dough. Before the movie is over, we're both asleep.