A.N. Okay, so one thing you need to know about me: I write when I get inspired. If I write a chapter of a story, I will update it when I get an idea for it. And the idea can come the day after of the month after, it just depends. But now, I'm inspired for this sequel, so here it is!
"Mommy, can we go to the candy store?" Noah said, the eager four year old bouncing up and down in his brown car seat.
"Yeah, Mommy, I needs some sugar!" Millie chimed in.
Cammie sighed. They were united in their course now, and she had no choice unless she wanted them to make this shopping day hell for her. "Um, if you guys are good, I'll take you." She said.
Millie and Noah cheered, and Cammie couldn't restrain the smile that fleeted on her face as she gazed at them through her rear-view. Noah was raven-haired like his father, and he had Cammie's blue eyes. Millie was a stunner even at four, with Cammie's long blonde tresses (hers were pale blonde, not dirty blonde) and Zach's thickly lashed green eyes in her tiny delicate features. Her eyes had been blue at first, but when she was three they turned green-blueer and by four, they were devoutly Irish green.
There was a pang in Cammie's heart as she looked at Millie. She was so much like Zach that it hurt. Though the announcement never officially came, Cammie suspected that he was dead. It'd been four years since he'd left for Afghanistan, and she just couldn't see how he'd survived. But after the twins were asleep and she was forced to face the loneliness, she couldn't help but hope.
"MOMMY!" Millie yelled, startling Cammie out of her thoughts.
"What?" She said, worried. The last time Millie had screamed like that and Cammie had ignored her, Noah had ended up with a broken arm. Yep, this little girl was just like her father.
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"Mommy, come on!" Millie cried. Cammie laughed as each twin grabbed one of her hands and forcibly pulled her toward Fuzi, the local candy store.
"Hold on, kids," She tried, but they pulled harder. This was a normal part of the routine whenever they went shopping, so Cammie was surprised when Millie suddenly let go.
"You okay, Mil- NO, MILLIE!" She screamed as the little blonde girl took off, weaving through the crowd and almost vanishing.
She scooped Noah up in her arms and ran off after her. Her heart beat fast, and cold sweat slid down her body. Yes, they lived in the middle of suburbia, but Millie was headstrong and curious, and there were predators everywhere.
"MILLIE!" Cammie shrieked, dodging a man in a cashmere coat and dashing after her daughter. "MILLIE!"
"I'm over here, Mommy!" A cheerful voice said. Cammie whirled around and almost fainted when she saw her tiny daughter sitting in a man's lap.
"OH MY GOD, MILLIE OLIVIA GOODE!" Cammie yelled. Scooping her daughter up, she buried her face in her sweet, strawberry scented hair.
"Calm down, Cam," The man said. Cammie completely ignored him.
"Millie, do you have ANY idea AT ALL about what could've happened to you?" She hissed. Tears start falling down her face, and Millie, taking it in and realizing that she was in some serious crap, started sniffling.
"I-I-I s-saw D-d-daddy," Millie whimpered.
"Millie! You were only a month old when your father left! How could you even remember his name, much less what he looked like?" She said despairingly.
"I k-k-knew i-it w-was h-him!" Millie wailed.
"Shh, Millie, " Cammie said. No matter what she did, she hated it when her daughter cried. "It's just…you and Noah are all Mommy has left, and I was so afraid…" And then, with a twin in each arm and tears running down her face, Cammie realized that there was a man looking at her and smirking.
"And what the heck were you thinking? Why were you holding my daughter?" She demanded.
"Hey, Millie just jumped in my lap and threw her arms around me," He defended.
"How do you know her name?" she said suspiciously.
"Well, it couldn't be because you were screaming it." He grinned. "No, it has to be because I picked it out for her,"
"You picked it out for her? What the-" Cammie started. And then she took in the man. Smirk. Raven-colored hair, the same as Noah's. Bright green laughing eyes, just like Millie's. Oh. My. God.
"Zach?" She whispered.
"Hey, Camster," He grinned.
Cammie Goode was not a mean person. Sure, she had a bit of a temper, and she couldn't STAND stereotypical blondes, but she was a kind woman all in all. But in that moment, the kind woman was on vacation as she stared into green eyes. Green eyes that she thought were glassy, dead, lying somewhere in a smoky bullet–ridden plain somewhere in Afghanistan. And she sort of snapped.
And hit Zachary Goode straight in the face.
A.N. So what did you think of chapter one of the sequel? It was super fun for me to write, so PLEASE review!