Forgiving Him|Completed

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"Mummy!" My little angels squeal as they run to me, hugging my legs

"Hello lovelies, how was school today?" I ask as we all settle in the car

"Fun, as always" Arielle says

"Yeah, it was great. Miss Tamarah loved my drawing, I'm adding paint to it tomorrow" Marrielle chimes in

"I can't wait to see it" I say, with a smile on my face

"We're having a talent show in two weeks mom, our class is holding a drama and I'm positive we're participating" Gabrielle cuts in

"Is that so?" I ask, since I wasn't informed

"Yeah, we were told this morning" Arielle amswers

"Well why wasn't I told?" I ask the trio

"You didn't exactly stay long mom" they say in unison and I wince

Since the last seven years I gave birth to them, since they grew up till now, I've never gotten used to them saying everything together, sometimes they breath together, roll their eyes together, yawn together. Damn I know their triplets but it scares me. I may be their mother but it still scares me.

Seven years earlier when I left him, came to Paris, started my two companies from scratch. Built up whatever I have now from the pits of nothing and made it something. That wasn't easy, my journey in life hasn't been easy. Being in labour for seventeen hours, having no one there to assure me it was going to be alright, having no one there to hold my hand in the theatre, having to push and push and push. Gasping for air when I felt like there was none, almost giving up on my second baby because shit, I couldn't push anymore, my strength was done. But then I thought of my suffering from all then, and I pushed with my last breath. None of those were easy, because I may have been pregnant, I didn't get pregnant out of wedlock, but let's be honest, I was still young. And yet I had to do it all alone.

I'm lucky to have my babies, my children. They're mine and mine only. They don't ask of a father because to them I'm both, and that's more than enough.

"Mummy, what are we having for dinner?" Arielle asks, the one hundred percent food lover amongst the trio

"How does lobster bisque sound?" I ask, knowing that's their favourite

"Hell yeah!" They yell in unison

That's what I'm talking about. I chuckle under my breath as my phone rings and I connect it to my bluetooth knowing those three are probably reading, something they got from me

"Hello Beverly" I greet when I notice she's the caller

"Hi Detia. How are you and the kids doing?" She asks

"Great. What about you and mister doctor?" I ask her.

In case I haven't filled you in, Beverly and Brandon, after five years of being in a relationship, broke it off two years ago. I don't know what went wrong, because to me they were the power couple, they always have been. All through high school and university I looked up to them, wanting to have something like what they had. I was so certain nothing could come between them. They held so much love, from the way they talked to each other, looked at each other, behaved around each other, anyone with naked eyes could see it. They didn't just love each other, they were in love with each other, but oh well, people fall out of love everyday, their not the first ones.

"We have been great. And about that, I was wondering if you could come home this weekend, we were hosting a party and we were hoping everyone could make it. I know you have a tight schedule, upon that you have to take care of the kids, but please think about it. Would you?" She asks

"Yeah sure why not. I've been craving house wine lately." I say and we both chuckle knowing I could buy a ton if I really wanted it.

"What are we celebrating anyway?" I ask, not remembering anyone's birthday

"It's our one year anniversary of being together. We also wanted to make a little announcement" she says the last part with so much excitement I already know what it is, their getting married. You could practically feel the excitement in her voice

"Since that's the case, I'll make space in that tight schedule of mine and get back to you" I say as I enter through the gate and drive into the enormous driveway, making my way to the garage

"That'll be great. Thank you" she says

"Welkies Verly. Goodnight"

"Night Detia" she says and hungs up

"Girls get you noses out of that book and get out of my car. We're home and it's time to make dinner" I say to the kids in a strict tone and laugh afterwards

"Yay!" The squeal together and take their backpacks and lunchbags as we make our through the door

God. I love them!