This is a new story, I don't know if I should try it out so right now I just want to know what you think about it. Tell me what you think and if you like it, I'll continue. If not, then I'll delete it. (:
Chapter One: Going Back?
The twins are crying, again. They are four-years old today, and haven't stopped crying since they've come out of the womb. God lord, please make it stop!
"Alright, Jacob, calm down," I yell to my son. I can tell he's the one crying but he's about to wake his sister up. I don't know why I named them what I named them. They remind me too much of my home, I can't stand it. I don't know why I left, maybe because he hurt me so badly, maybe because she hurt me so badly. I don't know, I don't want to figure it out. I like my little condo in New York, Jake would too. I just know it.
"Marie, stop," I yell to my daughter. She's fussing again.
I call them by their middle names, don't ask why, but its easier. My baby boys name is Samuel Jacob Spriggs. My baby girls name is Lea Marie Spriggs. I don't know why I gave them, their names but I did. It may seem unhealthy but whatever. I got up and went into my little kitchen. I don't know why I got such a big house with a little kitchen. I love kitchens. Anyways, I grabbed two containers of baby ceral and make two bowls with it. I walked in to baby's room, looking at my kids. They look just like him, it's painful.
"You're dad would be so mad at you right know," I walk over to them and wake up Jacob. He was having another nightmare again.
"Mommy," he wakes up and wraps his arms around me, I laugh and put the cereal bowls down.
"What happened this time?" I asked, pulling him into my lap.
"Wolf," he said, crying harder.
"Oh no, not again," I said. He keeps having this dream where a big black wolf comes and scratches my chest and face. It scares him so bad; he's a mama's boy.
"It's alright baby, I'm fine," I said, repeating my self to make sure he got it, he sighed and wiped his eyes.
"Mommy, hunngy," Marie said, she is the eater of the family.
"Alright, Marie, mommy brought some cereal," I said, getting up and picking Marie up so I could sit her in her high chair. I did the same with Jacob and got their cereal. I fed them while they talked about stuff I didn't understand. They're smart for four year olds and know a lot of words.
"Mommy, when can I meet daddy?" Marie said.
"Yeah mommy, when?" Jacob added.
"I don't know babies, I don't know if he knows you. It'll probably be soon though, okay?" I wasn't kidding. I got pregnant when I was sixteen and ran away. I haven't seen or heard from anybody in four years. My mom and dad died when I was twelve and I moved in with my aunt Sue, and my two cousins, Seth and Leah.
"Now, mommy!" Marie said, slamming her fist down on the chair. I grumbled and picked her up. I put her on the floor, doing the same with Jacob. I pointed to the bathroom. They ran in there, with me close behind. I didn't have work today so I got to stay home instead of my maid, Sarah, coming over.
"Mommy, can we see daddy today?" Jacob asked, flashing me his fathers eyes. I couldn't say no to those eyes. That's what got me my two little worlds.
"Maybe," I said, putting soap into the bathtub. Jacob acts more like me, quite and happy all the time. While, Marie acts like her father; outspoken and a devil. She crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her foot.
"I want to see daddy today!" Marie said, I grumbled and grabbed her arm tenderly, pulling her towards me so I could take her shirt off.
"Let's have a bath and then we can go see daddy, okay?" I said, I knew I shouldn't have said that but I am hoping they won't remember.
"Okay," they both said. I gave them their bubble bath and dried them off. I always wrap a towel around them and then lay them in their bed so they can dry off while I get their clothes. I picked a white dress out for Marie and a pair of jeans and a white monster truck t-shirt for Jacob.
"Okay, now let mommy get dressed," I said, putting in their favorite movie, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I used to play it all the time when they were babies and they haven't stopped watching it since.
I walked into my room and grabbed some jeans and a white bubble shirt.
"Time for a little family reunion," I whispered to myself, grabbing three suitcases from the closet.
Well, tell me what you think.
I might do a second chapter because I like the way this is going so far.