Chapter Nineteen

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Perfect Doesn't Last Forever- Chapter 19

As promised, Preston and I take the boys on a family trip. A week after the dinner with Damien and his family, Preston and I wake the boys up at six in the morning and surprise them by taking the long three hour drive to Disneyland, where we booked a suite at the Disney's Grand Californian Hotel & Spa for a two-day park hopper trip between Disneyland and Disney's California Adventure. The boys are all excited as they wake from their naps on the car ride over to the sight of banners of all the Disney characters, flying from the light poles leading up to the main entrance. Lucas and Lyle are due to their mother's house in Portland and the twins have day camp starting the next Monday, so it is our last adventure before Preston took the boys back home to Seattle.

I planned to stay for the whole summer, until I was needed back at my school so that I could spend as much time with Hayley as I could, so Preston and I decided to spend the week in between dinner with Damien and his family and our trip to Disney with just the boys before we separated. We took trips to different hiking spots and spent time with Ella and Hayden, and their newly adopted daughter, Brandi. I watched as the boys became enchanted by Brandi, who was only one week old when the paperwork was finalized and Ella and Hayden were finally able to take her home. Seeing the boys so entranced, and always asking to help out with Brandi, even for the day that we spend at Ella's, I only grew more excited to have another baby with Preston; we even went back home the next day and took the night to ourselves, handing the boys off to Jessica and Austin for a sleepover with all of the cousins at Jessica's home.

We spend the weekend riding every ride possible as many times as possible and we spend one day at Disneyland and the other day at California Adventure. The boys ran rampant, and Preston and I found ourselves separated at times, him getting his boys and me with the twins, trying to wrangle everyone together. But I know the boys had a great time.

We spend the rest of the week, the remainder of the time we would all be together, with my family. We pick Hayley up and then go to Jessica's or Austin's or they all come over to the beach house we are staying at and we all just spent hours on end talking and getting to know everyone. In the end, Lucas and Lyle exchanged phone numbers with Hayley and Austin's kids and then yesterday Preston and the boys loaded up and flew back home to Seattle, leaving me alone in an empty house, anxiously sitting in the bathroom.

I wait and wait, checking my phone for the time almost every five seconds. It is definitely the first time I've found myself excited and hopeful for a positive result. The box says five minutes, and although I am almost sure the test will be positive, I only want confirmation that Preston and I have successfully made another baby.

I am just about to check the time for the millionth time, when my phone rings, startling me. My heart is speeding, a bit panicked from hearing my phone ring, but also because I am on edge, waiting and hoping that the pregnancy test will show what I want it to show. "Hello?" I answer giddily, holding the phone to my ear.

"Hey honey," Preston says sweetly. I can hear the boys running around in the background as I walk out of the bathroom, not wanting him to catch the echo and leaving behind my pregnancy test. "How's it going?"

"Oh you know, waiting for Damien and Hayley to come over," I sigh. I throw myself onto the bed and lie there, staring the ceiling and rubbing my hand over my belly. "Today's the day we tell her the truth about when she was young."

"How do you think that is going to go?" Preston asks me.

"I don't really know," I tell him. I know that I want Hayley to see my side of the story, but at the same time, I'm not exactly sure she really needs to know. She has a good life right now and she looks up to her dad. I don't want to change her world, and I have an aching feeling that anything I could tell her about when she was younger would ruin her mindset. "I'm not exactly sure why Damien even agreed to do this with me."

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