Wrong Angels (GirlxGirl)

Bliss, But For Only A Moment

I remember J screaming at Killian. Telling him to help me, probably. I couldn't quite hear them. I was too focused on the fact that my lungs quit fucking working.

I couldn't breathe. All I could think about was the face that I was about to become a mom. I was in no way ready for this.

My vision started to get blurry and I couldn't quite stand up right. I was wobbling and I might have fallen... I'm not sure.

Strangely enough, I don't remember much of that day. I know most mothers claim their children's birth is the happiest day of their life and that they'll never forget, but I suppose I'm not really like most mothers. Or like most anyone for that matter.

In truth, the only thing I really remember is the pain and then afterwards. When I held the twins for the first time, my little River and Sora both so tiny and fragile resting in my arms.

They were beautiful, and strangely enough they didn't seem to look much like Erik. They actually looked more like Dad than me or Erik.

When J held our kids in her arms for first time, that's when I realized how ducking happy she made me, and how we were going to have so much fun screwing up these kids in our own special way.

I kind of wish they had a better beginning story, but I know in the long run it won't matter. What will matter will be how J and I take care of these two. I'm not totally convinced that I can, but J seems to think so. Despite how I feel about me, I know that these kids will grow into wonderful people because of who they have. Their wonderful red-headed beauty of a mother, their loyal and silly aunt, two uncles that will love them will all their hearts, and grandparents who are crazy supportive and loving. The stories of my parents and what they went through, and how much they still love my twins.

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When we finally left the hospital with our twins, J and I went back to her parents house. We were out looking for our own hone when it happened.

They came.

Lacey and Neal were at J's house with the twins. Her parents were at work.

Three angels attacked the house. With only Lacey there, not to mention, while fighting them, she had to protect my twin babies and her boyfriend.

Lace just barely fought them off. When J and I got back, I hardly recognized Lace because she was so bloody and bruised.

I was more than pissed off. I was fucking infuriated. These goddamn angels had the nerve to attack my sister. Three to one while she was taking care of my barely a few month old children?!

J cried when she saw Lacey. She was so worried about her and our kids. I knew Lace could handle just about anything, so I wasn't too thoroughly worried. But I was fucking pissed that they came after my babies.

They didn't stop either. They kept coming after us non-stop for weeks. They knew we were vulnerable because of the kids.

And they were fully ready to take advantage of it.