Locked Up

fifteen

The babies are 18 months. And it's winter, so they bought their ice cream to eat in the house.
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~Regina's POV~

"Hey Regina?" I look over at Robin. I set my glass of water down. "Are you okay?"

"I'm... yeah," I huff.

"What was all that at at the store? Why did that woman cuss us out? Mostly you."

"She's my ex..."

"She? I thought you were straight."

"That's what my mother told you. She claims that I'm confused."

"Were those your children?"

"Yes."

"Why... why don't you claim them?"

"I do claim them! Don't say that I don't!" He looks at me shocked and slightly scared. "I wasn't ready for them. Postpartum is a bitch. I left them at six months."

"How– Did you even cope? She was yelling at you saying you don't care about them."

"Robin I don't wanna talk about this."

"Well I do damnit!" He shouts. "I don't want the same thing to happen to me if we have children." I roll my eyes which makes him upset. "How are you even able to be surrogate?"

"My friend needed someone to carry her baby. I'm not gonna turn my back on my best friend."

"Like you did with your daughters." I glare at him.

"How dare you?!"

"No how dare you?!"

"You don't know the first thing about being a parent! You don't know how fucking hard it is. I love my children. I love them so much that I stay away from them because I know that I'm not ready. If I stayed they would've been hurt. It's hard for me too! You don't know what it's like to feel hopeless and not bond with your babies. Nor do you know what it's like to have someone in your ear saying that you should leave. That's what my mother is like. I'm not straight and Emma was enough. She was my world and I left her. So don't tell me you know what it's like to be in my shoes."

"Re–"

"Don't!" I pull from his grip and walk away feeling stressed. This isn't good for the baby.

~Emma's POV~

"Emma it's winter. Why do you wanna get them ice cream?" My mother asks.

"I don't know. Ice cream always makes them feel better. It's a distraction."

"Okay you go get the ice cream and drop me off at the house because I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Okay. I'm gonna take the girls with me so they can pick out their flavors." Five minutes later, I park in the driveway of the house. I had my parents and brother move in the house that I bought. It has more space for them. Plus my parents want to adopt children. While I was growing up, we had a few foster kids. And I told my parents, if I made it I would buy them a house.

I help my mother bring in the items from the store. I here the girls whining in the back. I open the door to check on them.

"Dada! Ahh!" Jessie smiles. "Dada ba ba baba ga ga," she whispers to herself. I check their diapers and they're all dry.

"Alright babygirls, let's go get some ice cream and baby food!" I hop in the front seat and drive off.

-Walmart-