Little Lynch

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Rosannah POV

I heard them talking. It was a front, but just for the time being. Was I really that easy to read? I wanted to get better. Fake it 'til you make it, right? That's easier said than done.

I didn't sleep all night. Rydel never came up. I assume she ended up sleeping on the couch. They were watching Romeo and Juliet again.

The thing was, it didn't make me happier but it gave me energy to try. That's what I needed. I hope Riker isn't mad if he finds out. What would he be mad about?

I went back and forth all night: Please don't be mad at me to Wait, what am I afraid they're even going to be mad at again? to Because Rydel probably just wants one normal sister, because I'm using up all of Riker's energy when he should be taking care of his children, because I look bad for them... and the thoughts wouldn't stop running.

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It was only 5:30 in the morning, but I assumed it was late enough to get up. I wasn't going to sleep, anyways. I went into Violet and Spencer's room to see them. I hoped they didn't turn out like me. I hoped that they'd have a perfect life.

Violet was awake. She stared at me with big, brown eyes. She tried to turn over but couldn't. She was only a few weeks old, after all. I'm sure Riker won't be mad if I pick her up, as long as she doesn't cry, I thought to myself. I reached into her crib and pulled her out. She cooed and whacked her hands around.

I sat in the rocker in the corner of the room, laying Violet in my arms. Maybe if someone had done this with me, I wouldn't have turned out like I did. So anything was worth a try to give the two precious children in this room the perfect life they deserved. It almost felt like I was giving a smaller version of myself a good life. I played with Violet's small feet as she kicked them and I kissed her.

"Violet, I love you so very much. Don't ever forget it. I hope you have the most amazing life. I hope you can always go to your mom and dad if you need anything. And you can come to me, too. I promise I'll help in any way I know how. You're perfect. I love you. And I love Spencer, too. He's just asleep. But don't think for a second you two aren't equal because you are both perfect to me. Perfect comes in lots of ways. Your mom might love Spencer's dark hair because it's like hers but don't think that she doesn't love you, too. I know she loves your eyes, and your tiny toes. I know you will be a sweet, caring little girl. She will love you for that, too. So will your dad. And Spencer and all of your friends. Because what one person's vision of bad can be someone else's of perfect. So if someone is mean to you or you think you aren't good enough, remember that you will always be beautiful in my eyes, Riker's eyes, Savannah's eyes, and everyone in this family. We love you for you." And it hit me. They loved me for me. My mom must have looked at me the same way I look at Violet and Spencer.

If Violet or Spencer ever get diagnosed with something like I have, I would never stop loving them. That had to be the same with my family. No matter what the twins ever do, I will always love them. It was the same with my family and me. I will always be loved. Tears fell. But the first of their kind in a very long time. Tears of happiness because everything would be okay. Violet fell asleep and I put her back in her crib before sitting down again. It was over. The sadness, the anger. It was all over.

Riker walked in and kneeled in front of me. We looked at each other for a little before a large smile appeared on my face. And the one on Riker's matched it. He hugged me so tight and I felt love. It was like this family was one of those baby puzzles. And everyone fit but I didn't. Today I had turned myself enough and found out that I fit. That the puzzle couldn't be the same without me. A few tears fell onto my shoulder and I realised that they were Riker's.

"I love you."

"I love you more," I whispered.

"We're going to be okay."

"Yes we are. We're going to be okay."

And the words on my tongue were true. It was going to be okay. And they made me feel differently about the world around me. Like colour was finally being added.

And that's the story of some of the greatest and worst times of my life as Rosannah Lynch. How I learned that we complete each other and that we are all loved for different reasons. Because who doesn't love colour?

A/N

It's over. I'm on the edge of tears rn. Don't hate me for ending it there. It fit perfectly.

And don't bug me, I've already started book 2. Thank you all so very much for reading and doing this with me. This story meant so much to me. It's like a bittersweet moment that it's ending.

But keep and eye out, please, for book 2. I'll notify my followers when it's out but for the rest of you, just keep and eye out. This book has been a lot of fun and thanks for coming along. I never anticipated this book to get as many reads as it did, 15.5k as of now. That blows my mind.

I love you all so much.

~Zee