I watched our next little girls birth, we have three of them now and our Noah who's so happy about these girls he cries. They excite him so much, he likes to play with Precious' fingers. I however look after our other daughter, Shawn wanted to name a girl charm and I've picked every other name. It was the only suggestion he's had and he can't be here to see her. His parents took him away and I believe they're moving so he can escape me and our family. Instead me Brooke, Daisy, and Scott are parenting all of my babies together, living together, and keeping my family strong. Skylar cries every night Noah's forgotten and Precious and Charm are to young to ever remember him. "How's the breastfeeding?" The doctor smiles at me while I sit for the baby girls' check up. They're only a couple of weeks apart. They'r Irish twins.
"It's going pretty well," I smile at the two in front of me. "Charm is never reluctant, but Precious is. She always latches on though." I nod kissing her forehead.
"And how's the separation anxiety hitting?" Shes very kind and slow, is very good with using smaller words that I'll understand in my distraught state, not to mention she's a paediatrician and works on the babies while she does my psych evaluations.
"It's not," I shrug and she sighs a little marking something on the page. "I'm waiting for this big withdrawal to hit but there's nothing." I lift a fussy Charm into my arms and touch her little cheek. Shawn would've loved to meet her, she's beautiful. She looks just like him, they both do and it's almost scary because Precious shouldn't. Regardless they're both the loves of my life and I will never give them up for anything. I won't ever let what happened with Shawn happen again. Mind you he was taking out of my grasp, they took my job my husband and my ring all in one hour I don't even think it was that long.
"It'll hit hard, but you've gotta push through. When it hits call and I will send your local pharmacy your prescription for you." She nods as do I holding my tiny Charm. He thought the name sounded cute and he liked to think of her like that, another gem to add to our family collection. It was too cute not to name her that.
"Did it go well?" Scott smiles Brooke sent him with me as support I guess but he's been helping me cart around all of the weight.
"About as well as an OB appointment can go," I chuckle and shrug making him laugh.
"I wish these kids would smile already," he huffs a little and I chuckle. He has taken it upon himself to offer assistance to his friend by caring for his daughters while he can't. I promised myself and him that I'd get him back when the kids are older. His dad is doing a very good job at holding me up to that. If he ever becomes more lucid, and gentile I would bring him home in a heartbeat. For now his parents have him in a nursing home somewhere in New York I think but he could be anywhere.
"Me too, they'll be so much cuter when they giggle at us." I smile walking towards my car clipping them in and then getting into the passengers side.
"Is there anything else we have to do?" He questions and I shake my head watching every home and every car as we pass by. "I was talking with his parents." He starts trying to bring up conversation during the awkward silence. "They're mad at all of us, his mom doesn't think we should be allowed to talk to you, and his dad says that he would fire anyone else that worked for him if they chose your side." My heart falls when I start thinking more and more. I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself. I need a job to support my sweet baby girls, to support my son. They need me to be stable or they can't be stable.
"I forgot about all of that." I sigh to myself looking at my hands. "These poor kids were born into a majorly fucked family." I mumble as to not let my girls hear the bad word I used.
"They got a sweet mom though, they'll live." He shrugs making me smile. "I'll grab the mail, you grab the kids." He nods at me and I chuckle taking the little girls and their car seats inside.
"Anything interesting looking?" I hum and he shrugs handing me the pile taking the infants out of their seats and putting them into some swings. I flip through the mail until I get to one, a colourful card addressed to me in sloppy handwriting I could point out anywhere. I slowly tear it open and read the letter.
Candy,
It's been a few weeks now, almost three I think. My parents had me shipped off to I don't even know where and they told me I shouldn't talk to you, so I didn't call. I decided to send you a letter instead. I really like it here, it's beautiful it's very pretty, you and my babies would love it here. I'm trying to head home. I have full memory of our family and my kids need me. Skylar will warm up to me, I'll make her, and Precious is my little girl, my tiny baby girl and I just wanna play with her, and then Noah, he's my boy my only boy so far because we still have one on the way. I'm gonna come home, soon princess just stay strong for now. I have a couple of more weeks of rehabilitation but as soon as it's done I'm making it home, I'll be there for our anniversary. Plan something amazing baby girl, I'll follow you around the world. Don't forget.
I miss you all so much more than I want to admit, I love you.
~bubbles
