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Lorraine.

"Y'all back together?" Chresanto asked quietly. "No, not exactly."

"Are the twins okay?"

"Yeah, they're in bed with Lorenzo."  There was a period of silence, making me think he hung up. "You there?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure, I haven't made up my mind," I heard the twins crying, "I'll talk to you later." I said and then hung up. I quickly jogged up the steps, walking into Lorenzo's bedroom. He held them in his arms, walking around the bedroom and lightly bounced them around. "Why do they keep crying?"

"They could be hungry, or maybe their diaper needs to be changed." I took Laila from him and took him to the guest room, that is now the nursery. Lorenzo had planned on buying another crib, since we were only expecting a girl, there was only one crib, but it was large enough for both of them to sleep in, for now. After we changed their diapers, I let Lorenzo feed them while I left to go take a shower. I thought to myself, I feel so confused, I feel like I should leave, but something else is telling me stay.

By the time got downstairs, they were all asleep on the couch. I sat on the other side, watching them sleep. "Why are you sitting so far away?" Lorenzo asked. "Come over here." I slowly moved to the other side, sitting next to them. "I love you, Lorraine," he mumbled lastly before falling asleep.

I never went to sleep, it was hard to when you have so much on your mind. It was late, and I brought the twins to the nursery to lay them down. I turned off all of the lights, lastly the livingroom. I left Lorenzo on the couch and went to bed, wondering what is Chresanto doing.

I woke up in the middle of the night, being tightly held by Lorenzo who was widely awake. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," I said moving away from him. He looked down, as if he was thinking about something. "What are you thinking about?" I asked looking into his eyes. They glistened, as if he could cry. A tear slipped, and I quickly wiped it away. "What's wrong?"

"Everything..." He cried. I felt bad, I hated seeing him cry, it made me want to cry. "I feel so alone."

"I... I feel like you don't love me anymore," he continued to cry. I wiped his face. "I always fuck something up." He rambled on about how sad he was, and all I did was listen.

Ew, this shit was booty butt cheek.