Four years later
Mary Davies
I walked into the house, feeling extremely tired. My exhaustion was due to the past preparation of my finals which happened two days ago. And also caring for my five year olds, in addition with keeping up with Edward on Skype. I wasn’t complaining, but the stress seems to be getting to me.
I followed the giggles of Tiffany, she was definitely up to something.
“Tiffany, don’t step outside. Play indoors.” I said for the second time today.
“Mum can I go and play with Deloris and Rosie?” She asked, pouting her lips as she stared at me with puppy eyes.
I sighed heavily, I understand that Deloris and Rosie were her two best friends. But she doesn’t have to be the one going over to their place every time, they can come over here to play with her as well.
“Pretty please,” she begged. Tiffany was a mini version of me while….
“Mum! Can we get ice cream today?” Bryan yelled, running around the house. Bryan was a mini version Hawk Andrews.
“No ice cream today Bryan and Tiffy you are staying indoors. What about you talk to daddy right now.” I suggested.
“Yay!” They both yelled excitedly.
If someone were to ask me to describe the last few years of my life with a single word, it would definitely be a two -letter one. Messed up, but everything changed totally when Edward Jones and my babies came into the picture. Though Edward wasn’t there on the day of their delivery, he showed up the next day.
I tried my best to acclimatize to college life and society, first as a pregnant girl and secondly as a mum to two toddlers.
Four years ago I was a freshman at college ready to start a new chapter of my life, on my own and away from the pressures
Edward was far away, but he still visited the kids and I, did face time with us. In short he made us feel his presence and made sure he never missed any special moments of the twins life. Neither of us expected we were going to cope, even with the barriers of distance. The attraction never wavered, even if there were slights bouts of jealousy, mistakes with Alphonso and miscommunications.
There is just something about being a college student, living it up outside campus, with your new friends, and also making those four years some of the greatest memories one will ever have.
Alphonso and I have gotten closer within those four years, and yes he was the twins godfather. Alphonso has been able to manage his feelings for me, and now we are best of friends. He has been trying his best for me and the kids as well, he stopped hanging out with his friends so I wouldn’t be alone, even though I insisted it wasn’t necessary. I didn’t realize I was starting to get used to his presence not until he took a flight back to Minazuela yesterday.
I was going to Miranda to visit Edward with my kids, we intend on surprising him since he won’t be expecting us. He is going to be taking over his father’s businesses in a few days and we all want to be there for him. There is obviously no harm in surprising him. I just can’t wait to see him.
I just couldn’t help but wonder if I was making a huge mistake by visiting without informing him. I even had plans of staying permanently.
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I have never done anything harder than pushing twins out of me. There was a moment when Tiffany didn’t want to come out, I gave up pushing at that moment, because I thought that was the end of it for me. I never thought I will make it when the doctor began to try turning her so she could come out with her head instead.
My eyes burned with tears, and a smile crept to my cheeks as I watched them sleep. Edward praised me for the safe delivery, we were not expecting Tiffany, she was like a Miracle child. And I was more than glad to have them both.
I ran my fingers through Bryan’s hair, goodness. He looks so much like Hawk Andrews, same mesmerizing eyes, nose and strong chin, exactly a carbon copy of him.
I don’t want to think about him, looking it the other way round. I won’t have had Tiffany and Bryan without him. I have tried my best to forget everything he did to me, but I find it hard to forget.
“Mummy, can we call daddy back?” Bryan whispered sleepily.
“No baby, daddy’s going to call back tomorrow morning.” I lied, I wasn’t sure of the reason why Edward didn’t pick our call. This was the first time he won’t pick the kids call, without leaving a message if he was busy.
A part of me has began to overthink. What if Edward wakes up one day and decides he doesn’t want to be with me. I bit hard on my lips, there was a time we both lost touch with each other and I felt he was avoiding me for no reasons. But he came back one night looking broken, he had to spend a week with the kids and I before he recovered and became his usual self again. What if this is one of his stormy moments.
At times I have this feeling that Edward is going to be so busy, commuting and enjoying life after college, and taking over his father’s businesses to the extent that he won’t have time for me or the kids.
I picked up my phone and looked through it to see if he already replied my message, but there was no reply. I sighed heavily as I played with the charm bracelet he gave me few years ago. I hope he is also thinking about me, like I was thinking about him.
The flight to Miranda is booked for tomorrow which is Tuesday and we will probably get there by Wednesday morning. I will have to inform the kids babysitter to take a longer break.
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