Seven years later
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"Mamma, nonna ha detto che sto per avere la mia stanza a Londra" (Mum, grandma said I'm going to have my own room in London.) Autmn said. I laughed, nodding. "Yes you are honey. And what did I say, we're going to live in England now, you need to speak English." I said.
She nodded, smiling brightly. "Scusa." (Sorry) she said. I playfully glared at her. "Sorry." she laughed. I smiled, kissing her forehead.
I looked around the airport for my family.
I soon spotted them and smiled, walking over to my step dad and taking my son out his hands.
I know you're probably all like, 'What the fuck? Woah, back up... step dad? Son?'
Well, one, my mum had gotten married to a lovely guy when she moved back here in Italy. Angelo. He's the funniest, sweetest, most caring man I've ever met. And he makes my mum happy. Finally, because of him, she's now nine years sober.
And two, I have a son...and a daughter. I had twins.
*Flashback*
"Push honey, you need to push." mum squeezed my hand. "Ahh, I am pushing mum, fuck off!" I screamed. She held her hands up in defeat. I pushed harder, and the doctor smiled, holding my baby in his hands. "Here's your little boy." he smiled, handing my son to me.
I smiled down at my little crying boy, putting my finger in his hands and laughing as he wrapped his tiny fingers around it. Laughing until I felt a now familar pain. "Ow!" I screeched, handing my son off to my mum.
The doctor, very concerned, went back to his position, looking under my gown then back up to me with nervous and terrified eyes. "There's another baby." he announced.
"Another baby?" I repeated. "No. No. No, cant be. All my ultrasounds showed one baby. There was only one heart beat." I said.
"Well in this case Ms. Tribbiani, I suspect your second baby was hidden behind your first which is why you didnt see him or her, or hear their heart beat." he said.
*Flashback Ends*
My daughter's name is Autmn Juliette, but we all call her AJ. She's beautiful, gorgeous infact. Beautiful long brown hair, big blue eyes, rosy cheeks. She's the exact doppelganger of her father.
Her laugh. Her laugh is the same also.
My son's name is..dont laugh...Niam James. We call him Ni Ni sometimes, only when the situation seems right. My son, dont even get me started with him, he's gorgeous too. He looked exactly like me. Brown hair, brown eyes, naturally tan skin. Notice I said looked. As in use to.
Because we are moving to London, he didnt take it too well. He cried everyday, saying how much he doesnt want to leave. I had to bribe him. With what you ask.. I let him dye his beautiful brown hair....blonde.
Big mistake that was, seeing it only came back to bite me in the ass.
He makes a beautiful blonde.
So now I have a son that looks like his dad, and a little girl that favors him. You can see she has some features of mine, but there's just no comparison.
My kids dont look like me.
My twins dont look like each other.
I kissed Angelo's cheek, saying goodbye to him before turning to my mum. "You call every week. I dont want to hear any of that 'Im too busy at work to make time for my mother'" she wagged her finger at me.
