Separated At Birth

Jonathan and his twin brother, Richard, were split up at birth. Their parents, Maggie Forsyth and Raymond Cameron, divorced shortly after the twins were born. They split the belongings and children equally and vowed that instead of looking back they would move on with their lives and only tell the boys of their true life if the couple developed feelings for one another or if they happened to meet each other. The boys grew up in very different households, with very different lifestyles and attitudes, all oblivious to the twin they had.

Raymond's Point Of View

Maggie and I lost feelings for each other, we were always apart and rarely saw each other. After work one night, she sat me down on our beige, leather couch in our very large flowery and cream living room, centred was a very large t.v on a stand with a video player on the top shelf. I put my black, leather briefcase on the beige carpeted floor. She fixed her pink flowery nightdress as I took off my black blazer and exposed my white shirt and red tie. She flipped her long, curly, blonde hair before putting a hand in my short, brown and spiked hair. "Ray..." She began; "I need to tell you something before we finalize the divorce... I'm pregnant with twins." She hung her head waiting for my reaction. I took her hand out of my hair and held her hand tightly. I leaned in and pecked her cheek. "That's great, I'm glad." I smiled as I tried to raise her head with one hand, her head arose and a smile appeared. That was one of the happiest moments in my life.

"Push, push." The nurses stayed calm as they barked orders to try and help Maggie deliver our second child. "There's the head, only a short while now." The nurses were helping as much as they could. She squeezed my hand so tight, I was falling to my knees in pain. "Congratulations, Miss Forsyth and Mr Cameron, you know have two beautiful baby boys." The nurses wheeled them out to wash them. I helped Maggie walk across the green linoleum floor towards the wooden door, cutting out a part of the blue room. She sat in the porcelain bathtub while I selected the right temperature, inserted the plug and let the water run from the faucet. I left her alone to wash herself and waited on the nurses. They brought back my boys as my parents, Maggie's parents, Maggie's boyfriend and my girlfriend burst in. I handed a boy to my mother and the other to Maggie's mother. My mother started firing names at me, I was waiting to name the boys with Maggie, I took them on board and decided some names in my head. "RAYMOND!" Maggie screamed over the noise of everybody barking names. I ran into the bathroom to help her. I closed the door and took hold of her wet and shiny arms. "Our parents and boyfriend and girlfriend are out there shouting names at each other." I warned her as she climbed out the bathtub. I pulled the plug and let the filthy water run out of the bathtub. She quickly threw on her clothes. We walked out to our dads now trying to stay tough while holding the boys. The nurses came in to tell everybody that visiting hour was over. Maggie and I planned to leave. My girlfriend, Rhona, waited on me while Maggie's boyfriend, Sam, waited on her. "Ray, we'll split the boys like we'd done with everything else. I'll take one and you take the other, name him what ever you want, they won't meet, Sam and I are moving to Italy." She smiled faintly. "Thank you." I smiled as I lifted up one of my boys. I asked Rhona to sit in the back of my black Meriva with my little boy. All the way home she said possible names for him. I was too focused on the road. We'd stopped at Walmart on the way home and bought baby bottles, baby milk, little toys, clothes and baby monitors, we also had to stop at Mothercare for a Moses basket. When we got home, Rhona took our boy upstairs, while I locked the car. I let her dress him while I set up a bottle for him, I then set up the Moses basket. I finally held my son, for more than five seconds. I wanted to give him a cool name. My name's Raymond, almost everything was cooler than that. We fired names at each other, until we decided on a name. We named him Richard 'Ricky' Alexander Cameron. Every time I held him I remembered, I'm a father; I'm a father! Ricky was now my pride and joy, anything I did was for Ricky.