*~*Chapter 15*~*
"The chocolate pie war."
•Two months later•
I smiled down at my ready to burst stomach. I'm only 7 months pregnant now but I have twins and I know that with twins I'm bound to go into labor early. I just hope not to early.
I went and got my 7 month check up and if course I had to be given the pep talk from my doctor. That there was a large possibility that I could lose my daughter. And let's just say I have been depressed ever since and I know it's not good for my babies.
I hate thinking this because it makes me feel guilty but I'd have been so much better off not having her. At least under these circumstances. I wish she were Quinton's. I wish she was growing at the same rate our baby boy is. I wish I wasn't an at risk pregnancy. I sometimes wish this baby didn't exist.
"I'm sorry I'm a bad mommy towards you." I whispered looking down at my stomach wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Mick?" My bedroom door cracked opened to reveal Quinton.
"What are you doing home so early babe?" I asked trying to put on my best poker face.
"I got out of work and hour ago. You've been in bed all day." He said coming in and shutting the door the room returning to its pitch black state.
"The boys have been home for two hours? They've been really quiet." I said shocked.
"Yeah. Babe you've been like this for a week. You've gotta stop worrying. Stress will only cause things to get worst." Quinton said sitting down beside me and pushing my hair behind my ear so my face was uncovered.
"But Quinton I don't want her but I don't want to lose her either." I sobbed into his chest.
"No you don't want to have her under these circumstances. If she were growing inside of you healthily and if she were....mine, you'd be happy." He said pulling my face up to look at him.
"No matter who her made her you will always be her father. I just wish that it had also been you who made her." I said looking down at the wedding ring on my finger. I had been married for ten years and only two out of my five children belonged to my husband.
"Then we'll have another. I told you I wanted a large family before we got married and we are just starting. Hell by the time your thirty we can have ten babies." Quinton said smiling down at me.
"I'd rather not have five more babies with in the next two years." I said seriously.
"Hey I could think of worst." He said helping me stand up.
"Let's go down and spend some time with the boys before they have to go to bed." I said as he pecked my cheek.
"Pie Pie Pie Pie Pie Pie Pie!" Was the only thing I heard my son Xander say as I walked down the stairs.
"What about pie?" I asked when I got down there.
"Angel made pie mom." Xander said.
"Really what flavor?" I asked looking over at angel.
"An apple and chocolate." She said licking her fingers.
"Yum!" Quinton said running into the kitchen.
"Quinton don't eat all the chocolate the twins and I need some to!" I yelled following him with my trio of little ducklings behind me
"Guys do not make a mess of my kitchen!" Angel exclaimed.
"Yeah yeah." I said grabbing a plate of chocolate pie, the last one.
Of course after everyone had a piece of pie poor little Xander did not and I had to be a good mommy and share mine with him.
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Book 3: We are made from broken parts ~A Long Distance Relationships.... Suck novel~
Teen Fiction*Please of you haven't already go read the first two books. This one takes place after the second epilogue during the scenario where Mickey didn't die*...
