"Mommy, we can't find our toys!" A small voice called out to as the sound of soft running feet came closer to where I stood in the kitchen.
"Jamie, what toy is it that you are looking for?" I asked one of my now three year old sons as he rushed into the kitchen holding a toy car in one hand and a toy soldier in the other.
"The one that daddy gave me, the air plane one!" I could see his desperation as she bounced his knees with frustration.
I set the knife down on the cutting board, wiped my hands on the cloth that hung from my back pocket and reached my hand out for his. He put the toys to his chest making sure to hold them with one hand and gave his free hand to me. We made our way up the stairs, him taking one at a time, until we finally made it to the room. It was a mess, toys everywhere sheets everywhere.
"How long has your room been like this?" I asked remebering that Azrael cleaned up their room just the day before.
"Um, It happened yesterday, we were playing tornado...." Jamie trailed off as I gave him a stern look.
"And where is your brother?" I asked letting go of his hand on picking through the sheets and blankets to find the younger twin.
"Here I am mommy!" Jase called out from on top of their chest of draws under a pile of blankets and pillows.
"Young man you get down here right now!" I demanded. The smile on his small face faded as he carefully came out from under the covers and jumped on to his bed before coming to stand in front of me, next to his brother.
"Oriana!" I heard Atesh called from wherever he was.
"I'm in the boys room." I called still glaring at them as heavy foot steps rushed to the room.
"Woah, what happened in here?" Azrael asked stopping abruptly at the door.
The boys didn't move, they didn't know if they should to run to their father and risk angering their me any further.
"Your father asked a question." I gave them a knowing look.
"We were playing tornado and the room got messed up and we can't find the toy planes that you gave us." They both explained in unison.
"Go and rest, I'll pick up everything from here." Azrael sighed rubbing my lower back and placing a kiss on my temple then stomach.
I was pregnant again and I knew how the rest of the day would play out. After I get mad at the boys for being messy or to loud I would have a cup of tea and think about how harsh I was and they would come to me and we would say apologies and go back to being happy. The mood swings were really annoying.
It had been four years since Azrael and I have been married, and his promise to me was everything but a lie. He did his best to keep me happy, even if he messed up he never retaliated he simply let me rant until I was tired or broke down in tears.
I walked to our master bedroom and decided to take a bath before getting some sleep. After the tube was filled with vanilla and lavender scented bubbles, I slipped in and began to reminisce on my life over these last few years.
Last I heard, my father, his wife, and step daughter were doing really okay. My father worked as a janitor for a mall- thats a large step down from running a company to being a cleaner of one. My step mother worked on my father's nerves since she couldn't keep a job and was constantly plaguing him for money, and my dear sweet step sister works in a diner as a dish washer.
So, as you can see, life isn't all that bad for them and life couldn't get much better for us. I don't think I could thank My husband or my mother enough for making life better than ever.....
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Paranormal(BWWM) Orianna has grown up being abused by her father, he started with her mother, and once she was gone, moved on to her. After remarrying and getting a new wife and step daughter Orianna was treated more like an annoying servant than a daughter...
