(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
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Hannah
I'd learned to tell apart the cries from the babies. Annie rarely cried - she could lay in her bassinet for a while without needing anyone. She was calm and serene most of the time unless she needed a diaper change or was hungry. Isabella on the other hand, was a force to be reckoned with. She loved attention. She loved to be held and kissed and spoken to constantly. Very rarely were they both upset at the same time...but lucky me, tonight was the night. I turned on the lamp, shifting slowly on the bed because anything else hurt too much.
Oddly enough, it started with Annie first. I stood, picking her up and cradling in my arms. It took only a few seconds for me to realize what she needed was a diaper change but by then, it was too late. Isabella was awake and also starting to fuss, letting me know this would be yet another sleepless night. I carried Annie over to the changing table and began my mission, realizing just how overwhelmed I was.
Exhaustion was now my constant companion and though I was glad Derek was okay, seeing him had thrown me off completely.
I was happy he'd be around for the girls but him being around did things to me I didn't like. The image of him carrying the girls replayed in my mind constantly. There'd been nothing but pure love in his eyes for them, and though I was happy they'd have their father, I was terribly confused.
What I had with him had always been so intense; our connection too strong to destroy. I could feel it in the way he'd looked at me. I could see it in the way his eyes had roamed my face, studied me.
I sighed, running my hands through my hair in frustration when Annie wouldn't stop crying. Tears of my own started to form. It was heartbreak and bliss all at once.
I was just so tired.
In pain.
I always knew it wouldn't be easy but now everything was taking a toll on me. I cried quietly, holding Annie to my chest while I stroked Isabella's cheek. She blinked up at me, her curious eyes wondering over my face. Tenderly, I smiled down at my daughters, trying to calm myself down. I had them to keep moving forward, I had them to stay strong. Except I wasn't strong. I didn't feel it.
I'd do anything and everything for them, but I knew it would be at the expense of my sanity. How would I manage to have Derek around and the constant reminder of how he'd treated me? Did he still doubt me? Did he still believe I'd stolen from him?
Why?
Why had he destroyed everything I'd so cautiously tried to build?
Why had it been so easy?
There was a knock at the door, but I didn't bother turning around. Evie usually came and helped me as much as she could but I didn't want her to know about my breakdowns. Not that she didn't...Evie always knew.
