His Fire ✅

EPILOGUE

SAPPHIRE'S POV

"Crystal, get here this instant." I demanded, trying to catch the running three year old. "Diamond, I swear to God, if you don't get your hand out of your food."

Seeing as none of the children were listening to me, I collapsed onto the floor and pulled my phone out. "Clara? The children aren't listening to me." I whined. I was so close to sobbing at that moment.

"Sapphire, they're your children, you have to be firm with them."

"I am firm with them. In fact, it's like the more strict I am, the more they disobey." I sighed.

"Well, there's only one option left." She trailed off and I almost growled when she didn't continue.

"What is it?" I asked desperately.

"You threaten them with their favorite things."

"Clara, you're a lifesaver. Call me when the guests are here." I hung up then stood up with a determined look.

"Diamond, if you don't sit your butt down, then I'm gonna take all your dolls away this weekend. Crystal, if I see your hands in your food one more time then I'm going to read you the scary monster book as your bedtime story instead of the princess story."

I watched in wonder as instantly, both girls stopped messing around. Diamond ran to her seat and Crystal removed her hands from her food and even wiped her hands clean.

"Good. Now, you would both eat like ladies." I emphasized for Crystal. "Or else, I'll make your dad give you both the silent treatment."

They nodded and obediently started eating.

I sighed in relief and sat down with both of them to their food.

Yes, I remember saying I didn't want children. I didn't change my mind after he proposed to me with a ring that had a small sapphire on it (I fell in love with the ring more than him) and I didn't even change my mind when we exchanged wedding vows and he was fine with it but one day, after Cameron had finalized a big deal and came home to find me showering, he decided to join in and 'celebrate'.

Long story short, I got pregnant. I wouldn't lie to you, I was actually considering getting rid of the baby (don't judge) but then I saw how happy Cameron was when I told him I'd gotten pregnant. Happy was an understatement. The dude was over the moon so I kept my mouth shut and decided that if having a baby would make Cameron this happy, then I'd go through with it. Even now, he still doesn't know that I ever considered getting rid of the baby.

So y'all know how God works. The Big Guy up there probably figured out that I'd most likely not try for another baby after this one so he decided to 'bless' me with twins.

I went from not wanting a baby to having two babies.

Pregnancy was good. I loved bossing Cameron around for no reason and the twins didn't give me any problem apart from the fact that I peed like every five minutes. But it was like all the ease of the pregnancy was just to prepare me for what these two troublemakers were going to put me through.

I'm not gonna sugar-coat anything. I suck at being a mother.

I wouldn't go as far as saying I was the worst mother in the world but I definitely wasn't the best.

After five months of staying at home with the twins, I was itching to go back to work. So we hired a nanny, Clara who doubles as our house chef because apparently eating takeout every night isn't good for the kids.

I got fewer hours at work but I still used to work overtime because I preferred that to going home to constant crying and whining.

Then one Saturday, Clara sat me down and asked me a question that made me reevaluate myself. She asked, "Do you love your children?"