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Chapter 2: Hesitation

SONNYS POV -

Four Years. About four lonely years have passed, and it's getting harder every day, I thought.

I go to turn to the page of the family photo album I kept hidden in my closet, and it was of the day the twins were born. I smiled to the memory of that painful day, but then my smile was gone when I remember his words.

"I love you too Chad. I know we will make it through their lives all the way, right?"

"Of course we will. They will have both their Mommy and Daddy. No favorites, no splitting up, and no divorce. I promised you forever Sonny, and I don't break my promises." He said.

As I remember his promise, the only words that keep repeating in my head were "No Forever." His promise was sadly broken, and so was I.

I was broken. Broken into a million tiny pieces, and as hard as I try to put them back together, there was always a few pieces missing, being unable to fix me. I was unfixable to this point.

Chad and Dhara weren't here anymore, and that killed me. It killed me, and it killed Dylan to watch me mourn every night since that day. I've gotten better though. Some days I wouldn't speak. I would go on with my day as if I had it all planned out: wake up, cook for the day, and go back to sleep. I would let poor Katie cry in her cradle, till I had the energy to get up and do what she pleases, and make her go to sleep so that I could rest myself. But like I said, I've gotten better. I have improved.

But what really messes me up, are the memories. It's the only reminder that Chad was indeed real, and everything we had. I just wished my memories would have left along with him.

Dylan was an everyday reminder of him and Dhara, too. The first couple of days after what happened; I would break down crying when I saw Dylan. He would cry as well.

"Mommy, guess what is today!" I heard from the door. I closed the photo album and placed it on the bed, and walked to the door, and kneeled.

"What's today sweetie?" I said playing along.

"*GASP* you fogot!" she gasped, her mouth in the form of an O.

"Ha, sweetie of course I didn't forget! It's Dylan's birthday!" I answered, getting up to pick her up.

"Shh! I want to supwize him!" she said, putting her finger to my mouth, not removing it from their even when I tried to tell her she can put it down now. She didn't want to remove it so I swung her to the bed and tickled her.

"Hehehe, mommy that tickles! No more! No moa no moa!" she said in between giggles.

"Fine I'll stop, but you better watch out! The tickle monster will be back!" I whispered to her, making her laugh more and then she stopped and it became silent.

I decided to lay back and stare at the ceiling, thinking to myself:

What should I do for Dylan on his birthday?

"Uhm… Mommy?" Katie asked. "Yes Sweetie?" I asked.

"Who's this?" she asked. I shifted myself up to see what she meant, and I was speechless. I didn't know what to say.

"Uhm…" I mumbled. I was stuck, and I hesitated to answer her.

"That's… uhm…" I kept mumbling.

Think Sonny Think!

"That's my… mail person!"

Sonny Monroe, the WORST LIAR EVER.

"What? What's that?" she asked. Oh great, more questions.

"It's a person… that delivers mail!" I tried to make it sound real.

You really need to learn how to LIE better!

"Why he holding baby and why he is with you?" she asked. Crap, I couldn't have lied better?

"Uhh…" I hesitated to answer.

"Mommy?" she asked with a worried expression.

"Yes sweetie?" I asked.

"Are you lying to me?" she asked, putting of a sad face.

CRAP! She knows I can't lie to her when she looks so hopeless and sad… it's like burning me to tell her the truth and make her happy.

But I couldn't.

"Sweetie…" I said.

"Yes?" she asked. Uhm…

"Are you hungry?" I said with a smile.

"Yes! I want eggs!" she screamed with excitement, and jumped off the bed and ran and repeated "I WANT EGGS" in a pleading way.

"Okay I get it I get it! You WANT Eggs!" I said annoyed, laying my head back down on the bed in frustration to what had previously happened.

I better go hide the book before…

"KATIE! Give me back my book!" I yelled, jumping off the bed and running to get it from her.

"Where are you?" I asked, looking down the hallways into her room, and found that it was empty.

"Oh no." I said to myself, and ran to Dylan's room, before she woke him and showed him the book.

I made it to his room to find him awake and looking through the book. OH CRAP!

"Happy boathday! You like present?" she screamed.

"Huh?" he asked looking at the photo's one by one.

I ran to his side and snatched the book out of his hands. "That's not for you, honey! It's mine. Ignore Katie." I said, turning to Katie now.

"This is NOT Dylan's present Katie! You shouldn't take any of Mommy's stuff!" I yelled, and then hell broke out. Short sob's started forming, and now- screaming.

"MUAHHHH!" she cried and cried, screaming and breathing rapidly.

"Katie, don't cry..." I said gently trying to reach for her, but she just stepped back and ran out of the door, into what I suppose is her room, and shut the door.

Katie was smart for a Three year old.

"Mommy, why did you scream at her? It's just a book with pictures. Are they bad?" Dylan asked.

"No sweetie, their just private. There not for you or anyone to look at." I replied, but I really didn't know why I had screamed at her.

"Mommy she's still a baby, she doesn't know any better." He defended her. God, he was always a good brother to her, always sticking up for her behavior, helping her talk better, teaching her new stuff every day.

"Your right, I'll go apologize." I said, walking out the door, but peeked into his room again.

"Oh and Honey" I said. He looked at me waiting for me finish.

"Happy Birthday."I said, smiling at him before I left the door and walked into Katie's room to apologize.

I knocked on her door, and waited for her to respond, but all I heard were silent sobs.

"Katie, can I come in?" I asked.

"Katie's not here!" she yelled.

"Please, I promise I'll be good." I convinced.

I pushed the door opened to find her hugging Odie on the floor, petting his head.

"Sweetie… I'm sorry I yelled at you. I didn't mean to. I promise not to yell at you ever again ok?" I explained.

"Ok Mommy… now can I have eggs?" she asked.

"Yes, sweetie." I answered.

"YAY! Odie wants eggs too! Wight Odie?" she said, shaking Odie's head up and down.

"Fine!" I gave in, reaching to take her in my arms and carry her downstairs to make her eggs.

DYLAN'S POV

That was him… in the picture.

It was the man from my dream. The one who was teaching two babies how to say Mommy and Daddy.

My mommy was there, too.

The photo explains everything.

That man, was my… dad?

He has to be, or who is? I look like him so much, and he was even in the photo of when I was born.

If he's my dad, and I'm correct about that, it still doesn't answer my second question.

Who was the girl? The other baby from my dream and the photo?

There's no way mommy's ever going to tell me.

The only things I can remember are their faces… I'm still remembering… but it's not clear enough.

What about the thoughts in my head? I keep hearing a girl talking sometimes. She keeps wondering who her mom was.

I need to find her, but… how?

Yes I know, it's not that long. But I wanted to review so you can see what's going on with Sonny and Dylan!

Remember: Dylan was always the mature one in the family. Dhara is the more care-free girl. Katie is the loud one.

Next chapter SNEAK PEAK! :

"Mom, please just stay out of this. It's none of your business of how I take care of my daughter." I said, angry and annoyed at her attempt to ruin everything.

"Oh come on, she's seven now! The sooner you tell her, the better it will be for both of you. Later you're going to regret not telling her. Think about how long she's been apart from her real mother. She seems to still remember her in a way; you have even told me that she still asks about her! All I'm saying is that if you don't tell her now, it will be too late. I don't want to see you stress about this anymore." Kris explained, giving me a sympathetic face. But I was not about to ruin everything now, no matter how right she was.

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