You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 45: You are really who I think!?

Maria gives me a maternal smile and then comes to the little bed, which the doctors have installed next to mine, to see the babies.

-Congratulations, my daughter. The Mexican says to me.

-They are so cute. Annie stares at them. Till told us that they are a girl and a boy.

-Gabriel and Yvonne. Smiles her mother then asks me: Can I bear them?

-Of course, you're their grandmother. I reply sweetly.

-Thank you for considering me as your mother. She says, pleased.

No maria you are really my mother and not literally. If I think about it, I'd say you're more like my stepmother. I watch her carrying my daughter delicately in her arms and give her a sweet kiss on the forehead. She is beautiful as grandma.

The door opens at this moment and I see Christian all yellow entering, followed closely by my children's father. I understand directly that Emi told him about our relation.

-Jimaima, we have to talk both. He says, looking lost.

-I don't think it's a good thing, I know that Anaisse died because of you.

-Listen, your mother had left me a letter addressed to me. Starts the Keyboardist. You have to read it to understand.

During this verbal exchange, the two other women stay here staring at each other, trying to get some useful thing and understand.

-I think there are people who want explanations here. Starts Maria, not very sure of herself.

-I need more time. I say, not paying attention to others. It's hard to handle the fact that you're my father.

-Christian is your father !? Exclaims my stepmother with surprise. Does that mean that Annie is-

-Her little sister, yes... Emil that was silent cuts off. And you are her stepmother.

A silence settles in the room and nobody speaks. Maria and Flake are exchanging looks which are without meanings, while my younger sister is in her corner, thinking.

-So you're really a part of the family, not just by marriage tied to Emil? Asks Maria.

-Yes, I have the papers and everything in my possession. I reply. Gabriel had left them to me.

-Can I carry them in my arms? Asks my progenitor, showing the babies.

-Of course, you're their grandfather after all. I answer him.

***

Two weeks since I fight against myself to forgive Chris. This one had given me the letter of my mother and I finally understand that it's the fault of both of them if all this had happened.

My father, who isn't racist but hates everyone, had left Anaisse because she was an American and he doesn't like those people. My mother, too, had hidden the truth about her identity for fear of losing him, in addition to my existence.

-Jim, your clan has just landed in our place. Calls my darling. They are in the living room.

Our stay was, of course, over in America and we returned to the motherland. My fiance had decided to take me to his house, not far from my fathers and my real daddy. In addition, we had hired a maid to look after the twins.

-I am coming !! I shout in my turn as I get out of our room.

I find my army waiting for me in the living room. I don't pay attention to the others and go directly to Fleure then pull her by the ear.