SEQUEL Ezria: a pregnancy story

Different life

I shot out of bed. I wasn't in Ezra's guest bed. I was in a bland grey and white room. I looked all over. There weren't the two pack and plays with the twins. I suddenly got scared. What if I was kidnapped? I moved my legs to the outer part of the bed. I felt a dip down and I froze. "Morning hon." I heard. I slowly turned around and looked. It was Ezra. I could feel the puzzled look in my face. "What is it?" He asked, his face matching mine. "We live together?" I asked. "Babe were married" he stated laughing it off. What about the triplets? The twins? I stood up out of the bed and walked into the restroom. I saw a mirror over the vanity and walked over to it. I looked older. I didn't look 27. I looked 37. I heard footsteps coming from behind the closed door. As soon as I looked over two girls about 15 walked in. "Mom tell river that I get the car today!" One yelled. "No, mom it's my turn to get the car!" The other said. "Shut up river!" "No, you shut up Lailand!" They both sat there screaming at each other until they finally both looked at me. "So mom?" Before I could speak and smaller boy maybe 13 came in. "Mom I have soccer in 20 minutes lets go!" He yelled before running away. I felt so much pressure. But where were all 5 of my kids? None of these kids look like mine. "Nobody, I'm driving" I proclaimed. They both sighed and walked off. I walked into the closet and found some juicy couture sweats and threw on some flip flops. I walked out of the bathroom and the bedroom and started down the stairs. This looked nothing like Ezra's house, or mine for that matter. I rounded the corner and there all 3 kids were around the table with Ezra. "Morning babe, we were just about to eat." He said passing the eggs to the boy. "Here tucker." He said. So I have river, Lailand, and tucker. Those aren't the names of my kids. I sat next to tucker and put food on my plate. Not even 10 minutes later I learned the scoop. I married Ezra 17 years ago.  We had the twins and then 2 years later had tucker. I got all the kids into the car and drove them off. I dropped the girl off at school and Tucker at sicker practice. I had no idea where I was but it came almost natural to me. I sped back home to see Ezra gone. Apparently I didn't have a job. It was 10 am. I heard ANOTHER set of steps to see a tiny puppy round the corner. I bent down to pet it and read the name tag. Chico. We named our dog Chico? Ok. I went back upstairs and sat down on a couch. This can't be real. I punched myself 4 times and felt the pain. I couldn't be dreaming. I stood up and started to explore the house. Each kid had their own room, we had a nice kitchen, a big backyard. I suddenly had the urge to throw up. In the morning? Morning sickness? Was I pregnant? I found a phone and called Ezra. "Hey sweetheart what's up?" He said. "Um, am I pregnant?" I questioned not even believing myself. "Sure are honey! 23 weeks! I looked down. I did have a slight bump. The kids must of had known. I hung up the phone and went back to my bed. I looked around questioning everything. So I married Ezra. That means that I never got pregnant in high school. Ezra and I never fought. I never moved to California. Strange. I went to the kitchen to get my sudden craving of pickles. I'll be damned. The whole left side of the fridge was stocked with pickles. I grabbed a jar and went to eat in the living room. The tv was on hgtv, which I absolutely loved. I ate my jar of pickles and watched property brothers until I heard the door ring. I stood up and opened the door. It was some random dude. He pulled a gun out and shot me. End of story. I shot up. I felt my breaths get heavier. It was dark. I saw the two pack and plays. I shot out of bed and saw the twins. I breathed a sigh of relief and went to the triples room. They were there too. I walked back to my room and climbed back into bed. Thank god it was just a dream...