I grew up in a family of six. My mother, April Williams, was the main financial provider, as an Attorney, while my father, Tony Williams, stayed home and took care of us children. They weren’t the traditional couple to say the least. Mom was more rigid than I would have liked. She drove us to school in the mornings, as a way to stay connected with us, and we didn’t see her again until just before bed. She took her work very seriously, as Dad would say. Some nights she wouldn’t come home until after nine, which was way past our bedtime. My father on the other hand, he was the perfect caregiver. He kept the house clean, was a better teacher than the ones who held the title at school, told colorful bedtime stories with action and blood, and was my best friend. I used to wonder why he loved my mother. She was hardly around however, when she was, he melted at the sight of her. He loved everything about her, even through the coldness I felt from her from time to time. Some days he would steal glances of her while we played in the living room and she worked at her desk. I’m glad I found a man like my father in Tevin.
Tevin was years older than I. I was a young twenty-nine, while he was a young fifty-three. He had a previous marriage to a witch, who shouldn’t be named, and two children with her, whom were closer to my age; both of which were in college.
“Gees Court, are you sure you are ok?” Tevin asked, after startling me.
I was still shaking after the vision I had of my death. I placed down the knife gripped in my hand. Dinner will have to wait.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“You say that and yet you haven’t said a word since coming home. I thought you’d be excited. We just found out we are having twins after a long struggle of-“
He couldn’t finish his sentence. The miscarriages were hard on the both of us. I went into a dark depression after the last one causing people who I’d forgotten about to emerge. Tevin tried to be there for me, but as the classic story goes, it nearly tore us apart. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. I sighed beneath him and placed my arms on his in the same fashion.
“I promise I’m fine. I just, I want to talk to you about something, but I don’t know how you are going to react.”
“I’ll react how I react, I just want you to talk to me.”
I smiled. I knew what he meant when he said, “I’ll react how I react”. He said it often, meaning he would continue to speak with love and tenderness in his heart. He’d never been one to yell or raise a hand to me. His patience was one that I didn’t wish to test, but sometimes couldn’t help but to do just that. He kept still even through my fits of throwing things at his head, even when I couldn’t remember what it was that I had done to him, he’d always kept calm and hadn’t resented me. How would I ever say to him, “I don’t think we should keep these babies?” ~
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