Dani's POV:
I keep replaying two choices in my head. I know I need to make my choice and quick before I'm alone and unhappy. But the choices are so hard. Why can't I just have both? And my twin sister, what the hell is her problem? She is supposed to have my back and not go against me. Even if she is right. My phone rang with a text. It was from Miguel.
Hey beautiful. Do you want to grab something to eat?
I quickly reply a yes and as soon as I stand up, Kevin is walking through the door with Annalea on his lap. “My baby girl. I've missed you, sweetie.” I picked her up and hugged her. It has only been two days but it feels like a lifetime.
“We need to talk, Dani.”
“Not now. I have plans.” I replied, grabbing Annalea's things and trying to get out the door. He slams his back to the door, making sure I can't leave.
“You are going to talk to me or I will take Annalea and run away. And legally, it won't be kidnapping.”
I rolled my eyes and sat down. “Speak.”
“Who is it going to be? Your family or him? Because if you ever cheat on me again, I will fucking kill you.” He growled.
I shrank in my seat as his threat hit my eyes. He sounded scary. “Kevin, I never cheated on you. You never even let me explain. Miguel is just my friend.”
“So you tell your friend that you may be pregnant before you boyfriend?”
“Kevin, when do you ever have time for me? Or our family? If you aren't working, you are at school. Or you are tired. We never talk like we used to. It feels like we are just parents living in the same house. We never make love and when we do, it isn't passionate. It seems like it is just for you to get your nut and then you're done. What about me? I'm so fucking lonely that I'm going crazy. Then I meet Miguel and he makes me happy. The only thing we have ever done was hold hands once and it was completely innocent. I don't feel beautiful, anymore and you never tell me I am. He does. Maybe, I have fell in love with him but I did not cheat on you, Kevin. I love you and I am in love with you. But I'm lonely even when I sleep next to you every night.”
“Excuse me for trying to keep a roof under my family's head and food on the table.”
“But you are constantly working. You don't have too; I have enough money from my dad to last me until Annalea is eighteen. Remember the promise you made when I was pregnant? When we found out we were having a girl? Do you? When you make time for me then we can talk more, but until then I have plans.” I stated, standing up. I took Kevin's silence as my cue to exit.
I made my way a few town's over to meet Miguel. I hugged him tightly as his smell made his way to my nose. He always smelled delicious. “How have you been?”
“Okay. Me and Kevin just had a little argument. What about you?”
“Is everything fine? What was it about? And I've been good, just working.” He replied.
“What is it always about? I don't really want to talk about him right now.”
“What do you want to talk about then?” He asked.
“Us.” I retorted. “Where we stand.”
“Dani... We are friends. What do you mean where we stand?”
I looked at him and wanted to cry. Of course, he never told me he had feelings for me or that he fell in love with me. But I always assumed it was because of Kevin. “Miguel... I think I am in love with you.”
He took a deep breath before replying. “I don't believe in cheating.”
“Tell me how you feel and if you return my feelings, it won't be cheating.”
“Dani, are you serious right now? You may be pregnant with your second child and you are thinking about throwing your relationship away for someone you haven't known that long?”
“Miguel, just tell me how you feel. About me.”
“Dani, I'm gay.” My bottom jaw dropped to the floor. He can't be... But... “Sorry, I never told you. It's just I haven't told anyone.”
“I-I have to go.” I scurry to my feet, picking up my daughter and quickly get away. I ignore his calls for me and once I know he can't see me, I lean to the nearest wall and cry. I felt so stupid. I viciously rub the tears from my face as I watch my daughter sleep in my arms. I walked to my car and quickly drove home. Once I got home, I placed Annalea in her room and walked downstairs. Everything felt different. Something was wrong and I didn't know what it was. I went to clean the once dirty kitchen and find it clean with a note on the counter.
Daniella, I love you more than life itself and if you aren't happy with me, then find someone who can make you happy. Isn't that what love is? You love someone so much, you would rather have their happiness then your own. I love you and I am in love with you. So, this is why I'm doing this. I already packed most of my things and took them. I'm staying at a friends until I can get my own place. I'll see you tomorrow to get the rest of my things and visit Annalea. Maybe we can talk about the custody arrangement. I'm letting you go, not my daughter. -Kevin
I crumbled the paper in my hands and threw it at the wall with so much force I didn't know I had. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. But most of all, I wanted Kevin to make this aching in my chest go away. I knew I should have just listened to my sister. I called Kevin, knowing I needed to fix this mess. I love him and I want to be with him. Before the second ring, I hung up. I can't just call and beg for my forgiveness.
This is my fault. He is such an great person that he could let me be happy even if it wasn't with him. I fell in love with someone gay all because my boyfriend was trying to keep the roof over our heads. I can't do this. I have to let him be happy. Even if it's not with me. I'm no good for him. I'm such a coward.
My phone began to ring and my heart jumped, hoping it was Kevin. I looked at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. I answered with a polite but confused, “hello.”
“Is this Kevin Jackson's fiancée?” A male spoke. Instantly, chills filled my body. And not the good kind.
“Yes. May I ask who is speaking?”
“This is Dr. Wright from Southwest Hospital and Kevin was in a serious car wreck. Could you possibly make it here soon?”
“On my way.” I hung the phone up and grabbed Annalea's things. I grabbed her from her crib and ran to my car. The ride there was a complete blur. My phone was ringing but I was too numb to even pick it up. Once the beeping was unbearable annoying I picked it up and answered. “Aunt Jessica just called. Drop Annalea off at the house and go to the hospital. I'm so sorry. Everything will be okay.”
“I'm scared, Mom. The last words I told him were horrible.” My voice began to get shaky and my lips began to tremble.
“Don't think like that. Everything will be okay.”
I asked the question that has been replaying in my mind. “Is he alive?”
“Yes,” I quickly let the breath out I was unaware of holding in. “but, he is in critical condition. I'm at work right now but if you need me, I'll be there. I love you and I will see you soon.”
“I love you, too.” I reply, hanging the phone up. My dad was waiting outside and as soon as I pulled up, he rushed to my door. He unbuckled Annalea and took her things.
He leaned in my window and kissed my forehead. “Be careful and think positive. He'll be okay. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I watched him walk in the house before backing out of the driving. The hospital was just around the corner of my parents’ house so I made it there quickly.
I rushed in the hospital and was greeted by all the nurses and Doctors passing by. I stopped by one of the nurses I knew could tell me where my Aunt Jessica was. “He is in room 235 on floor three and your Aunt should be the around.”
“Thank you, Mia.”
“Be positive. You're welcome.” She replied and I made my way to his room.
As I found his door, I stopped in front of it. Too scared and nervous to walk in. Sucking in a deep breath, I walked in. The room was empty beside a few belongings. But no people. I turned around and my Aunt was across the hall. She saw me and her face had a saddened look on it. “Wh-” I tried to say where is he, but I couldn't form the sentence.
“Surgery. He is in a medical induced coma. He has internal bleeding in the stomach and the blow to his head by the airbag was pretty bad. He may have cracked his skull and has a few scratches here and there. He left arm is broken. They will be able to stop the internal bleeding. His injuries should heal in a month and a half.”
The face she held, I knew there was something else she wasn't telling me. “But...”
“But he may have temporary memory loss that could last a maximum of six months. It could be all his memory or some. We just have to wait and see.” My heart sank. What is he doesn't remember me or our daughter when he gets out of surgery? I don't know what I would do.
Three hours later, my Aunt Jessica comes back to fill me in on Kevin. She lets me know he is in stable condition, but he has still not woken up. “Can he have visitors?”
“Yes, come on.” I follow my Aunt Jessica to the recovery room and walking in, I instantly break out in sobs. He looks so peaceful besides the cuts and bruises all over him. “I have to go back to work, call me if you need anything.”
Afraid to speak, I nodded my head. My Aunt placed a kiss on my forehead before walking out. “I love you so much, Kevin. I am so sorry for all I did to you. You didn't deserve it. You deserve way better than me. Wake up so we can fix this mess I made.” I laid my head on his hand and began to cry.
I hear his cracked voice mumble and clear his throat. I look up with a bright smile. “Who are you? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”
“You don't remember me?” I asked, slightly hurt.
He shook his head no. “Am I supposed to?” He questioned, confused.
I couldn't even look at him. My heart broke in so many pieces that I couldn't form any words. I stood up and rushed out the hospital. I didn't know where my feet took me, all I know is I ended up in my Aunt's arms, crying. “Baby, what happened?”
“He doesn't remember me that means he doesn't remember our baby!” I sobbed out.
“It is only temporary.”
“What if it isn't? Or what if he remembers too late? I scared, Aunty Jessi.”
She hugs me as I cry in her shoulder. “Baby, everything should be fine. Just give it time. But, for now, you need to be with him. It is a tough time for him. Who knows what his last memories are?”
“But he doesn't even know me..”
“Make him get to know you.” I wanted to just run away, but I knew that wouldn't be a wise idea. I followed her back to the room as the doctors were walking out. “Go.”
I walked in and sat down next to him. “Who are you?”
“The mother of your daughter.” I reply, sadly.
“I have a daughter!? When did this happen? Are we together?”
“Yes, about to be a year ago. We are, kind of. We weren't on good terms. I know you may not remember, but I love you and I am in love with you. I chose you and I will forever love you.”
“I remember.” He replied.
I began to ramble on but I stopped. “You do?”
“I remember everything. I did since I woke up. I heard the doctors talking about memory loss and I wanted to scare you.”
My face fell in pure shock. I began getting upset. Why would he scare me like that. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. Look, I want to be with you. But you have to stop talking and seeing that guy. Even if he is just your friend.”
“He is gay.”
“Thank god.” He replied. “So you fell in love with a gay guy?”
“It wasn't supposed to happen. I love you. But you were just never there.”
“I'm sorry, babe. I love you.”
“I'm sorry, too. I love you more.”
He scoots over and pats the spot next to him. “Show me.”
I couldn't help but laugh as I made my way to his bed. I snuggled close to him and lift my face to his for a sweet kiss. “Is that better?”
“Show me you love me and make love to me.”
“Are you crazy!? You are injured and where are in a hospital, that my Aunt works in!” I retorted. “I'll make it up to you.”
“I may be injured, but my dick isn't.” I would have slapped his chest, if he wasn't injured.
“Shut up and get some rest.” I retort instead.
“Shut me up.”
“Oh, I will but with a pillow.” He threw his head back, chuckling. “God, I missed you.”
“I missed us.”
I woke up and nearly fell off the bed, rushing to the restroom. Once I made it, I slammed down on my knees and began dry heaving in the toilet. I felt someone hold my hair as I let my head hang above the toilet. Once I knew I was finished, I looked up and noticed Kevin was standing behind me. He still had IV's in him. “Kevin, what the hell are you doing? You shouldn't be out of the bed!”
“You're pregnant.” He stated.
I looked at him, confused. “What makes you think that?”
“I know you and your body more than you think. While I wait for the doctors to release me, go find out that you are pregnant.” I roll my eyes and lean in to kiss him. He pulls away with his face all scrunched up.
“What? Give me a kiss.”
“Maybe after you rid your breath of tuna salad.” My mouth dropped at how rude that was. “I'm just kidding.”
He leaned to kiss me and I returned it. “You ain't getting any for a month.”
“We'll see.” He stated as I turned my back to find my Aunt. “Remember last time you were pregnant, you were hornier than a teenage boy.
A hour later, I had seen a doctor and found out I was definitely pregnant. Twelve weeks to be exact. I was excited, yet nervous. Sometimes, I forget that I'm only seventeen, almost eighteen. I forget that I'm still considered a teen mother. Now, being seventeen with one kid and another on the way is frowned upon. Especially out of wed-lock. Good thing, I give no fucks. “How far along are you?”
“Twelve weeks.” I looked up and saw Kevin smiling, huge. He was happy and that made me completely happy. “We are having another baby!”
“I can't wait.” I kissed his lips, deeply. The door opening made us pull apart. My Aunt walked in with papers.
“Sign these and you are discharged.” She handed them over and Kevin signed them. “The next papers are for your pain medications and what you need to be doing for the best healing process. Congratulations on the new pregnancy.”
“How did you know?” I questioned, I didn't plan to tell anyone yet.
“I'm your Aunt, I know when something is up with my babies. Not to mention, these people here can't keep their big mouth shut. See you later. Love ya.” She kissed me on the cheek and was gone before I could say anything.
“Ready, babe?”
“You damn sure right.”
Janessa's POV:
I was with my mom throwing the finishing touches of my wedding together. I was eight months pregnant and about ready to burst. The conversation with my parents about me getting married wasn't fun. There was yelling, tears, and anger. Finally, my dad agreed to let me marry him. He realized that I wasn't planning on letting go of Tyler anytime soon. Tyler still can't come over the house but I still see him regularly. I finished school up about a month ago and I was glad. All of my teachers were shocked at how quick I finished school. One of them hated me and I had no idea why.
“You are smart enough to finish three whole years of school in four months but you couldn't be smart enough to use protection.” Mr. Carl stated as I finished my last assignment for his class.
I was so exhausted from getting little to no sleep the previous night, that I just walked out of his classroom and never looked back.
My pregnancy has been absolutely hell. Everyone says it such a beautiful thing but I didn't find any beauty in it. I threw up all day, every day for the third month up until my seventh month. It was harder because there were time where I just wanted to be held by Tyler. I sneaked over his house a few times and he would sneak over my house a few times. Okay, maybe a lot.
“I miss you, baby.”
I began to cry softly. “I miss you, too. I need you to feed me chocolate, strawberry’s, pickles, baked hot cheetos, and a super large orange Fanta. Then I want you to make sweet love to me. After we wear our asses out, I want you to hold me tightly while we sleep naked.”
“Before or after you throw up you brains from all that junk food?” He began to laugh softly.
“Just judge the pregnant girl, alright?”
“Baby, I'm just kidding. I really wish I could kiss you.” His voice was husky, making my knees feel weak.
“Come kiss me, then.” I challenged.
“I wish. I need to get in the shower so let me call you after. Don't fall asleep.”
“I won't promise you that.” I retorted. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Janessa.” I hung the phone up and began to cry. I'm so young and I'm not ready to be a mom. In only five months, I'll be bringing my babies home. It doesn't help that I only see Tyler three times a week at the most. I'm scared I won't be able to be the best mom. I'm scared to know what motherhood will hold for me. I'm scared Tyler may feel like he has to stay with me forever because we have a baby. People say relationships change after they have a baby. Once I could pull myself together, I stood up and opened my window. It was hot and the cool breeze felt good. I laid back down and began dozing off when I heard a bang followed by an “ouch.”
I know that voice better than I know myself. I turned my lamp on and saw Tyler hunched over, holding his foot. He also had two Walmart sacks. I couldn't help but chuckle. “Don't laugh, help me out a little.”
I stood up and made sure my door was locked before I walked to Tyler. “Hi baby. Are you okay?”
He straightened his back before replying. “I'm good. I just dropped a three leader of Orange Fanta on my toe, no biggie. Now give me some lovin.” He opened his arms out for me and I laughed before pulling his face to mine. I kissed him hard and long, wasting no time to get to the point. I wanted him. Bad.
Finally, I pulled away to breath. “I miss you. And that tongue of yours.”
“I miss you too. I brought you stuff but you seduced me before I could give it to you.” He stood up and fixed his erection before picking up the two Walmart bags. He pulled out all the things I mentioned on the phone and I couldn't help but smile. “I brought your favorite movie, Fast Five.”
“Thank you baby.” I pulled him in for a kiss.
“You better stop kissing me like that unless you want me to make you scream so loud your parents would wake up.”
“Maybe, I want you too.” I replied.
“Don't tempt me.”
“Let's go for a ride.”
“Okay, where?” He questioned, standing up.
“I'll drive.”
“We won't be going anywhere unless you put some clothes on.”
I looked down and noticed I was wearing a pair of lacy boy shorts underwear and my matching bra. “Sure, daddy. But where we go, I'm sure I'll end up with it back on or less.”
“Call me daddy, again and we might not make it.” The tone of his voice and the lust dancing in his eyes, told me he was serious. We know how loud I can get, so I backed off and got a pair of Sofe shorts and one of my cheetah tanks. I threw over my thin white sweater and followed him down and out the window. Soon, I'm going to have to just sneak out the front door because I'm getting too pregnant for this shit. I had to catch my breath before I could start walking to his car. “You okay?” I nodded my head and grabbed his hand that he was holding out for me.
“Can I please drive, baby?” I asked, sweetly.
“Not tonight.”
I pushed him against the car and brought my hips to his, rubbing my heat against his member. “Please, I'll do anything.” I licked the tip of my finger and traced his lips. He grunted in response and handed me his keys. “Thank ya, baby.” I kissed his lips and hoped in the driver’s side.
“God, she will be the death of me.” I heard him mumble before getting in the passenger side. “Where to?”
“You'll see.” I drove to this place by my old house that I used to go to when I would be really down about the whole incident. It helped me clear my head. It was the first place that I realized I liked Tyler more than I should have. He followed me here when I would just leave with no one knowing. He talked to me and actually talked me out of hurting myself. It is a huge area filled with trees. There is an opening on top of a hill where you can see the whole city. I drove the trail that led to it and parked the car.
I got out of the car and stood, remember how much I have changed. How much life has changed. Tyler wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. “Remember how I talked to you here and I had a dark look on my face?”
“Yes. You looked so conflicted between something. I kept asking you what was wrong and you kept telling me nothing.”
“It was when I realized that I liked you more than a little sister. And I was confused, hurt, mad, and scared. I wanted every part of you. Now look at us, engaged and expecting. I love you, I truly do.”
“I love you too.” I made his way to his truck with him hot on my heels. “Make love to me.”
“First you have to pay up.” He winked, pulling me so I was straddling his lap.
“I did say anything.” I planted my lips on his and followed his every wish.
Three hours later, I realized that I should probably get going. “You ready, babe?”
I nodded my head and began to feel sad. “Will you stay the night with me?”
“Yes. When we get to the house, I'll feed you your junk food. Then I hold your hair back while you throw everything up and afterward, we'll take a quick shower. Then we will cuddle naked and fall asleep wrapped in each other while watching your favorite movie.”
“Sounds like a plan to me, although we can never make our showers quick.” I kissed him on the lips before he took off towards the house.
We never got caught, thank god. My dad would have probably murdered one of us, if not both. After tomorrow, we will be living together and married. I can't wait. I feel like I've been waiting for this for a lifetime. I'm scared because in a month, we'll be bringing our two babies. We wanted the genders of our twins to be a surprise. Well, I did and Tyler went along with it to make me happy. I'm really thankful to have him in my life.
My phone rang and I checked the caller ID, seeing it was Tyler. “Hey babe.”
“Can you come stay the night? I miss you.”
“I miss you too. But you aren't supposed to see me before the wedding.”
“I don't care. I need you with me so you won't get cold feet.” He replied.
I laughed. “I'll ask.” I stood up to find my mom. “Mom, could I stay the night with Tyler. My feet and back hurt. Nobody else will massage me so I need Tyler to do it.”
“Ask your father. I have no problem with it, but you father might.
“Okay.” I search for my father until I found him in the game room. “Daddy, could I please stay with Tyler tonight. Tomorrow we'll be married. In a month, we'll have two babies. I'm already pregnant and I don't think anything else could happen.”
“Fine.”
I was going to continue to ask him and give him more reason. “Fine?”
“Yeah, you've been on punishment for eight months. I'll let you go.”
Squealing, I waddled over to him and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, daddy!”
I placed the phone to my ear to hear a car being turned off. “I'm here.”
“Damn, already?”
He chuckled. “Told you I missed you. Hurry.”
“I'll be out in a few. Love you.”
“I love you too.” The phone hung up and I heard a knock on the door.
“I'll get it. I need to talk to him, anyway.” My dad said, standing up.
“Don't scare him off.”
“Believe me, I tried. He won't go anywhere.” He retorted.
I smiled, happy that Tyler loves me enough to deal with my crazy dad. I waddled up to my room and before I made it to the stairs, a sticky fluid made its way down my leg. “Oh no.”
“What's wrong?” Tyler asked in pure concern.
“Her water just broke.” My mom yelled, excitedly.
“I'll get her things, you take her to the hospital.” Dad stated to Tyler. He picked me up and carried me to the car.
“I can walk, you know?” I stated, chuckling. I could tell that he was nervous. He said nothing as he placed me in his truck and buckled me in. The drive there was intense. The contractions began to hurt but I stayed quiet so Tyler didn't freak out. I knew he knew because he kept glancing at me as his hand tightened around the wheel. “Babe, I'll be fine.”
“You're in pain and I'm the reason behind it.”
“It's a good reas- fuck!” I stopped what I was saying to allow the contraction to pass. “It's a good reason. We are about to bring two beautiful babies in the world. Because of us. We created them. I'm excited. I'm nervous. But I am so happy that I get to share this moment with you.”
His grip on the wheel loosened as he placed one hand on my thigh. “I guess we have to push our wedding back.”
“It's okay because we will be married soon enough.” I stopped talking as another contraction hit.
Once we arrived at the hospital, my doctor was already there. “You ready?” She asked.
“As ready as I'll ever be.” They wheeled me into the delivery room and hooked me up to the IV and monitors.
“You are dilated to an eight.” They hooked me up to the sonogram monitor to take one last sonogram. “I don't understand how we missed this.”
I began to get scared. “Missed what?”
“What the fuck did y'all miss?!” Tyler yelled the same time I asked.
“Tyler, calm down.”
“Y'all aren't having twins, y'all are having triplets.”