Chapter 20- When I'm on my Knees-
I looked at my twins and smiled proudly. They're finally turning 1! September 7th. My babies. My babies, my boys. They're so precious, and they've grown to be so big. Ever since my since my 'incident', i've been remembering. Nothing more then what i'd remembered in that hospital room, but it's a memory. I don't wake up every morning confused. I wake up okay now. i sleep with a smile on my face, and i proudly kiss Ashton and Avery goodnight. Now it's finally their big day. My babies are 1!
"Look at them, Quinn. Aren't they gorgeous?"
"Just like their mother."
"Don't flatter me."
"I'm not trying to. Here, hand me Avery. We have to put them into the little suits."
"I love these sailor suits."
"Especially this kercheif!"
"My favorite part is the hat. They're so cute. Look at you. Hey! Mommy thinks your handsome!"
"Alright let's put them in the pen."
Quinn walked in synce has we put the twins into their playpen. We quickly began cleaning up baby clothes and toys. We brought out the birthday cake, and checked the beverages. We didn't pay each other any mind. We needed to get throught this party. This birthday has to be absolutely perfect for my babies.
When the doorbell rand i ran to open the door for Darleen, Rick, my mom, dad, brother, Johnny, and Jeff. They all stormed in with big boxes and balloons. I couldn't help but smile i was so happy. Even though in the back of my mind and heart, i was tearing apart. Today made the signal for Quinc leaving anytime in these next 20 days. Nevertheless, i let my heart hold that, and my head hold this day. Because you only turn one once.
I tucked Avery into his crib, and gave both of the twins a kiss on the cheek. I tucked them in, shut off the light, and left the room. I walked into the kitchen, and went over the counters with a washcloth. I scrubbed at the stove until i felt someone grab onto me from behind. I turned around and kissed Quinn lightly. He smiled at me and held me closely.
"Come to bed baby."
I woke up to an empty side of the bed. The twins slept peacefully in their cribs, and there were no lights. The car was still in the driveway, Quinn's running shoes were still in the closet. He wasn't in the house. His uniform was gone, and on the dresser sat a note. He left me, with our twins, pregnant, and lonely. The only thing he could give as a sorry, was a note. Of all things. A note.