Tfios fan fiction

Part 13

It has been about a week since Isaac got Gus' eyes; I have to say he does look good in them. Today is the day we leave for Amsterdam. I am so excited. I am also twelve weeks pregnant with twins; my bump is getting bigger by the day. Though my morning sickness has stopped, which is a good, no, great, thing. Kaitlyn is coming round at one, which is in an hour and a half. My parents are driving us to the airport and we are picking Isaac up on the way.

I am wearing a loose grey top that fits over my small but noticeable bump, well it isn't that small but it isn't large. I am also wearing black leggings. I am sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV and eating another bacon sandwich. My mum enters the room and sits next to me. "You do love your bacon sandwiches, don't you?" She asks.

"They are amazing. Why did I become a vegetarian again?" I ask jokingly, she laughs.

"Are you excited for Amsterdam?" She asks.

"Yeah, I just wish Gus was here, you know." I answer.

"I know. Maybe one day you can take the twins there; show them where you fell in love with their father." She suggests.

"That's what I want to do, but how am I going to get the money?" I ask.

"Get a part-time job. Your father and I will help; I'm sure Gus' parents will too. Then there is Isaac and Kaitlyn to help out, and their families." She says.

"What job am I supposed to get? I don't go to college anymore. I haven't really gotten any grades." I say.

"Yeah, but the employer will understand. Also you're a smart girl, I'm sure they won't mind. You could write a book about you and Gus. I know how much you love reading and writing. Become an author. You can do that and look after two kids at the same time. And if people like it you will get a load of money. Then there's the conferences and things you can go to, so you get to travel. Then it could be turned into a movie so you make even more money from it. And you don't need any qualifications to become an author, just a love for books and writing." She says.

"Yeah, but then there's finding a decent publisher, who you have to pay to be your publisher. Then you have to get a manager, who you also have to pay. Then you have fans and people loving you, and people coming up to you in the streets asking for an autograph or whatever. Then I will have fan mail which I will feel obliged to read and write back to whoever wrote it. Then there will be people who criticize me and how I'm a single mother of two kids at the age of seventeen. You know there are a lot of people who hate teenage pregnancy out there. You were one of them until my cancer went and you decided to like the idea of being a grandma when your only child is seventeen. I wouldn't know how to spend the money. The only person who I would want to play Gus is Gus, but he's dead and I'm here alone with two kids to raise, on my own. They aren't going to have a father. I'm not going to be able to get over Gus. These will be the only kids I'll ever have, even though when I was younger and didn't have cancer, I always wanted to have a big family. These are the only grandkids you will ever have. And I'm scared." I cry and my mum embraces me and I cry into her shirt.

"It's going to be okay. You're not alone. You have me, your dad, Isaac, Kaitlyn, their families, Gus' family. We're all here for you Hazel. And those might not be the only grandkids we'll ever have." She says.

"What do you mean? I'm not going to fall in love again. Who's going to love me? A single mother who has two kids and used to have cancer. Who could love that?" I ask.

"A lot of people. But that's not what I'm talking about." She says. I look at her questioningly.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"I'm pregnant." She says. I'm shocked.

"But you're thirty seven." I say.

"Yeah, believe it or not I haven't quite hit menopause yet. And you can get pregnant at thirty seven." She says.

"How far along are you?" I ask.

"Eight weeks, I'm only a month behind you. But your babies are probably going to be born a month or so early." She says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because, you're having twins. Twins are usually born early because of the amount of room, or because of health problems, one of them may be smaller than the other so they may need you to deliver earlier so they can give it more nutrients or whatever." She answers.

"Oh. I'm happy for you mum. But, there isn't enough room here for three babies, plus us three." I say.

"I know, but we'll figure something out." She says before embracing me again.

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At one, on the dot, Kaitlyn arrives and we all get in the car, packing our things into the boot. I sit in the middle seat of the back row in the car and Kaitlyn sits to the right of me. We drive to Isaac's house and Kaitlyn wouldn't stop babbling about how excited she is. I go to Isaac's door and knock. He opens a second later with a suitcase in his hands. He wheels it behind him and puts it in the boot. I get back in my seat and he sits next to me. He introduces himself to Kaitlyn and she introduces herself to him. They shake hands and we drive to the airport.

When we get there my parents take our things out of the boot before hugging us all and saying goodbye like a zillion times before driving away. We check in and put our luggage on the thing that takes it to the plane. We then walk to the terminal and wait for our plane. Isaac and Kaitlyn are really hitting it off; they are constantly talking about something random and laughing.

When we are finally on the plane and on our way to Amsterdam Kaitlyn falls asleep after about an hour of flying. Isaac and I are still awake, though. "My mum's pregnant." I tell him.

"Really? That's amazing." He says.

"Yeah, but, there isn't enough room for three babies plus the three of us. I don't know what to do. She said that we'd figure something out but there really only are three options. I move out. They move out. Or we buy a new, bigger house." I say.

"Well, maybe us two can buy a house together." He suggests and I look at him, shocked.

"Not like that. My mum and Graham need the room and I need to go somewhere different, there are too many memories in that house. And I can't help you with the babies if I'm not near you. We could buy a four bed house, you have a room, I have a room, and the babies can have their own rooms. We can help each other. I'll get a job so we can pay for the house. You can get a part time job when the babies are old enough to go to nursery or something. You parents, my parents, Gus' parents, Kaitlyn can visit, and we'll visit them. It'll be fine. Also, three babies in the same house is going to be very loud and crazy and hard." He says.

"But, what if you find a girl?" I ask.

"I don't want anyone. Like I said in the hospital, all I need to make me happy is you and those babies. I'll be happy with that. I don't want anyone." He says.

"Can I think about it?" I ask.

"Of course." He says.

"Thank you Isaac. For everything." I say.

"No problem." He says before wrapping his arms around me, I lay my head on his shoulder and the last thing I feel before I go to sleep is Isaac kissing the top of my head.