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Madison_Matthews: my new favorite set of twins 😉 Rowan Kennedy and Rhea Kathleen Matthews. November 29th 2019, also my new favorite day. 💗💗
Melody locked herself I her bedroom as soon as we got home from the hospital. She could at least spend sometime with them. I mean, I get that people all over the world relinquish their rights and give their kids up for adoption everyday, but I kind of felt like she would want to see them, since she gave them away to someone she lives with.
"I'm really worried about her." I said to Grayson as he sat down beside me on the couch with a warm bottle. I took it from him and situated Rowe so I could feed her.
"She's been through a lot in the last 24 hours, she'll come around eventually." He said, placing his hand on my thigh comfortingly.
"Hopefully." I sighed, laying my head against his shoulder. "You know you really don't have to-"
"Madison, if you don't stop talking..." he warned.
"I know. I know," I said. "But someone should probably move some of their upstairs so it's easier when I have to get up with them tonight."
"When we have to get up with them." He corrected.
"Right." I said. "This just doesn't feel right. I don't want to burden you with this. They're my nieces, I'm the one who signed the papers, I don't want you to feel like you have to do this just because we're dating."
"You didn't have a choice. You weren't going to tell her no, you couldn't. And this is my choice. I'm choosing to help you take care of two newborns, who 24 hour ago, we're supposed to be your sisters, but by some twist of fate are now yours. So yes, I am staying. And I'm going to help you because that's just what you do for the people you love."
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I woke up at 5am to Rhea crying and sighed, almost regretting ever signing those damn custody papers. I walked over to the bassinet that she was laying in and picked her up before she could wake up her sister. I opened up my bedroom door and walked out so that Grayson and Rowen could sleep.
"You are going to be the problem child aren't you?" I asked Rhea, walking into the kitchen to make her a bottle. She cooed in response.
"Of course you are. First one out, loads of problems to cause, and then you've got a younger clone to blame them on."
"Speaking of which," I said sitting the bottle in the bottle warmer. "We should go check on your birth giver."
