Lydia Grace Thompson, the daughter of Baylor and Owen Thompson. She lives on her parents ranch and helps to rescue and rehabilitate horses. Lydia works to keep up her equine partnered therapy, armed with a PhD in psychology and a degree in Physica...
I shift my position on my bed, staring down at the papers in front of me, in attempts to distract myself from the pain of the day. I hear footsteps and glance up to see Tyler standing in the doorway, smiling towards me. "Can you tell me where I could find the extra leg slip things?" I sit up and go to swing my feet over the side of the bed. "It's okay babe, just tell me where to look and I can find them." I nod slowly and pull my feet back up so I'm sitting cross legged.
"I put them in the hall closet, with the first aide kit." He nods and turns back down the hall from out room. I turn my attention back to the work in front of me. A few minutes later I hear Tyler calling my name, and push myself off the bed and walk to the doorway. I freeze when I see the open door he's standing in front of. I let out a shaky breath and slide down the wall in the hallway right outside the long closed off room. "Dee what is this...?" I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. "Lydia. What's going on honey? Why on earth is there a room with cribs in it?"
I feel my cheeks dampening and rub my hand furiously under my eyes. I lean my head back against the wall for a moment before pushing myself up from the floor and brush past him into the quiet room. I walk around the room feeling trapped by the four walls, painted in the soft mint color. I run my fingers over the solid surface of the white painted wood on the cribs, while making my way to the hanging on the wall. The sonograms. The top picture of baby number one, the center of the two babies together, and the last a picture of baby number two. I stare at the sonograms for a long moment before brushing my fingers over the small faces of the babies who never met their daddy, the babies Tyler never knew.
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I turn around and stare out the window that looks out to the mountains in the distance. "Lydia what-"
I cut him off by quietly speaking. "I found out I was pregnant about a month before our wedding. I was so excited to tell you during our vows." I smile softly, remembering how scared but happy I was that day. "But two days later they told me you were MIA. I was so scared you were never going to get to meet your baby. I prayed everyday that you would come home safe." I glance over my shoulder to see Tyler watching me with a hard expression on his face. "I told my parents afew days after when we would have had our wedding, when I went in for an ultrasound, since I was about a month and a half along. They told me I was having twins." I sniff and wipe under my eyes. "Daddy was so mad, but as soon as he saw those babies he was going to be putty in their tiny hands, and we all knew it." I choke on the sob threatening to burst through my crumbling exterior. I wrap my arms tighter around myself and look to the ceiling trying to hide the tears coating my face. "You were still missing, five months later. It had been six months since you'd went missing and I was scared. I was about six and a half months, when everything fell apart. You'd been gone for six months, and didn't even know you were having two babies." I shake my head and break down into tears. I slide down onto the floor right next to their final sonogram pictures.
Tyler slides down beside me and pulls me against his side, wrapping me tight in his arms. I feel his chin resting on top of my head and his adams apple moving up and down. I let my tears flow freely down my face, knowing he's here. "Damn it Dee. I'm so damn sorry." I hear his voice crack, evidence of the pain he feels in his own heart.
"It was exactly two years ago today. I went in to labor far to early and none of the doctors knew why. I was stressing more than I should have, worried about you and our babies." I move my face away from his chest, and lean against his shoulder. "They made it through the night, but not much longer than that. He passed away at six twelve in the morning. She only made it a couple more hours. They fought so freaking hard. Their bodies just weren't strong enough."
"Did you name them?" He asks quietly while gently rubbing his hands up and down my back. I nod and look up at him, with a small smile.
"Yeah." I sniff and wipe under my eyes, before reaching over squeezing his hand. "Tobias Alexander, and Elizabeth Faith."
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:( *Bawling* AHHHHHH
Here's an update even if it is thoroughly depressing.
