CHAPTER ONE - ELIZABETH'S POV
The smell of eggs and coffee wakes me up. I yawn and do a little stretch before opening my eyes. I find David standing at my bedside holding a TV tray. I smile faintly at him before I sit myself up. "What is this?" I ask looking at him with suspicion. It's not my birthday or our anniversary or Mother's Day. Last time he brought me breakfast in bed when it wasn't either date, he'd broken our new TV. "Did you break our computer?" I ask.
David laughs. He sets down the tray on the bed and gives me a kiss on the cheek. His breath smells of mint and coffee. "Can't a man bring his wife breakfast in bed simply because he loves her?" He asks.
"Not without his wife being suspicious." I reply. I look down at the tray. There's pancakes, sunny-side up eggs and bacon on a plate; and a coffee mug next to it. "I'm on to you." I say as I pick up the fork.
David sits next to me in bed. He turns on the TV to the news. I watch the TV as I eat. They talk about a missing ten year old boy from Corpus Christi. They show his picture and talk about where he was last seen. How horrible. I can't even imagine how hard it must be for the family. I think to myself.
After I'm done eating, David takes the tray. He does it with a smile. I sure love this man. I say to myself.
When David comes back into the room he sits beside me on the bed. He turns off the TV. "I was watching tha-" I start to say, but am silenced with David kissing me. It's not one of his quick kisses. It's a deep kiss. I kiss him back.
We're soon wrapped in each other's arms. He's on top of me and goes down to kiss my lips when we hear, "Mama!" He pulls back. I laugh as David lets out a sigh. He's smiling at me, "Another attempted failed." He says as he gets off the bed.
"Maybe next time." I say as I get up.
We both exit our rooms and head to the room where our perfect three-year old twin girls are. Inside we find Taylor, the youngest of the twins, playing with the stuffed animals on her bed. She gets a huge smile on her face when she sees us. "Mama! Dada!" she exclaims. I walk over to her bed and take off the safety-railing.
I help Taylor get down from her bed. The moment her feet touch the ground she races over to her sister's bed. Lyndon, unlike her sister, is still sleeping. She takes after me in the aspect that without an alarm, she'll sleep late into the morning.
David is gently rubbing her back and saying, "Little Lyndon, wake up."
Taylor takes a different approach. She yells as loud as she can, "Wake up, sissy!" I cover her mouth with my hand.
"Taylor, we don't use our outdoor voice inside." I gently scold.
Lyndon stirs a bit. She whines a little before she opens her eyes. David takes off the safety-railing and patiently waits for Lyndon to begin getting out of bed. Once both girls are our of bed, David goes downstairs to start cooking their breakfast.
I help both girls get dressed, which takes lots of patience. Taylor has difficulty understanding that you have to stand still for Mama to help you get dressed. She always has to be moving or doing something. You know how some people say twins are alike? Well, those people haven't might mine.
Lyndon doesn't have a problem standing still for a short period of time. She doesn't like being told what to do. Or more, she doesn't like being told what to do by her Mama. I tell her to put her shoes on, she runs around the house. I tell her to pick up her toys, she makes the room even messier. I tell her to get dressed, she lies down on the floor and refuses to get up.
"Good job, Taylor." I say as I fasten the last button on her shirt. I give her a high five. She is very happy with herself.
Now time for Lyndon. "Lyndon, come to Mama." I say gently.
Lyndon looks at me with a mischievous grin before shaking her head. Little snicker. I think. I slowly crawl towards her. She giggles as I get closer. Slowly I reach out my hand. She giggles even more. Once I have my arm around her enough, I quickly pull her to me.
I tickle her. We both laugh. Eventually, I have both girls dressed and at the kitchen table. David gets their food and fills their sippy-cups. I kiss him on the cheek. "Another battle won." I say.
I pour myself another cup of coffee before sitting down at the table. The girls are having their own little conversation about imaginary worlds. I read the newspaper.
"Elizabeth, put down the newspaper and talk to the girls." David says setting the plates in front of the girls.
"They're talking with each other. Besides we had a little quality time this morning." I say.
David feels that I'm not spending enough time with the girls. I work in the afternoon till late in the evening. By the time I get home, the girls are finished eating dinner and heading to bed. It's not my favorite thing in the world, but it's not a surprise. I knew this might be the case when I decided to work.
Getting the girls dressed in the mornings is the best part of my day. It's my quality time with the girls.
"You'll be leaving for work in an hour. You have at least half an hour of time to spend with them." David says.
"I have tomorrow and Monday off this week. I'll take them to park or to do something fun." I say.
David doesn't argue, but I can tell he's not completely satisfied with the answer. I read the newspaper while the girls eat. Occasionally, I'll look up and say something to the girls or wipe one of their faces off.
After they finish eating, I go upstairs and get ready for work. I hear the girls watching something on TV downstairs. "You should spend more time with them in the mornings." David says from the bedroom doorway.
I let out a sigh and roll my eyes, "We've had this talk before." I say.
"I know, but they're only be this young for so long. Soon they'll be older and not want to spend time with us. They'll be slamming doors in our faces before we know it. You shou-"
"I support your writing career 100%. Please support my career and don't constantly nag me about how much time I spend with the girls." I say.
David is silent. I finish tying my hair in a ponytail. I give him a quick kiss before heading downstairs. I go into the living room. Taylor and Lyndon are watching one of their kid shows. They don't even notice I'm there. I kiss Taylor and Lyndon on top of their heads. "Bye Little Lyndon and Tiny Taylor, I'll see you two tonight." I say.
I open the front door. "Goodbye honey!" I call up to David. "Love you!"
"Love you too!" He calls back.
Getting into my car and heading to work, I could never imagine what was about to happen. I didn't know then that this would be the last time I'd see my baby.
***AUTHOR'S NOTE****
I love Finding Carter! It's one of my favorite TV shows. I decided to write this because I really felt like this would be a good idea. Even if you don't watch the show, I feel like you could understand the storyline.
Excuse any errors this was written on an iPad.
THANK YOU FOR READING! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!