unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 30 (repost + longer)

A/N: NOT EDITED.

Chapter 30 – Walter POV

I had every right to feel the way I did, the anger I felt at my parents actions, was the only way I could react to them crossing so many of my boundaries. I didn’t want my children near anyone here, but it hurt more that I even had to do that. We were such a close family when I was growing up, I had my children and mate but nothing was how I thought it would be.

When Nora had told me their names, Nicolas and Mattia, named after my great grandfather and grandfather on my mothers’ side of the family a whole new set of tears came up. Memories, trips and bonding moments I shared with my older brother Theo, dad, Nicolas and Matteo, twisted in my emotions now. Back then I knew without a doubt when I had kids we’d do the same things I did when I was a child. I wanted my children to have a close relationship with their family, who doesn’t want that? But now, I couldn’t even trust them not to hurt my own children, when they so brazenly hurt me.

It didn’t please me to see the hurt in their eyes when I told them my children’s name, but I knew they were regretting their decisions, they had too. Nora wasn’t some random girl; she named our two children after people I loved greatly, based on memories I shared with her that I wouldn’t have shared had she not been important. The hurt I saw in my mothers eyes, told me she finally understood, maybe not completely but some part of her was finally seeing just how much pain I had been in since I came here.

I walked away from my parents, not once looking back heading inside, and straight to our living quarters, “Nora?” I called out, “in the twins bathroom,” she said at a regular level. Going to them, I waited against the doorjamb watching her bathing our babies, hair wet and dripping, Cole and Tia looked the most alike then. Swinging her head to see me, splashing water Tia squealed, “Daddy,” her toothy smile washing away my ire.

Entering I go to sit on the covered toilet seat, watching them, it really was still baffling to not know about them and see them so big already. I had missed so much that I wanted to be around them for everything, even after they were put to bed, I would sit in the chair in their room just watching them, learning their sleeping ways. Cole liked to sleep on his left side, sucking his thumb and when restless he’d cry if he pulled his own finger out of his mouth, whining until he put it back. Tia slept on her stomach the most, she sucked her thumb as well, but her legs were curled underneath her, butt up in the air.

When they were awake, they were truly awake, climbing and playing with everything, but what I noticed was that Nora watched with new eyes just as I would, “We’ve been on the run for two years Walter… they nor I are used to them in this environment. Set nap times? Playing with other children? This is all new for them and I,” what she never really mentions is the fear and the hunger from not eating regularly. When I ask if the babies had enough food, she nods uncommitted.

“Did you have a nice talk with your parents?” Nora asked softly, her back facing me, I just snort. Sighing she doesn’t ask about them again, until we’ve been the babies down for the night, the two of us going down and taking a few slices of pizza each then going back to our quarters.

Eating, Nora picks up a piece of pizza, picking the pineapple chunks from her slice, “I think you should forgive them Walter,” her accent thick but lovely to my own ears.

“W-what?” I choke around a mouthful of food, coughing, “Are you – no,” I shake my head, how could Nora even begin to consider forgiving my parents? “I understand their side,” she whispered with a shrug her brown eyes sad, “they took it too far, I understand that-”