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( Renee POV )

As soon as I started worrying about the babies, Charlie received an important phone call from the station. So I was left alone, again, with the feeling of insecurity drowning me. Charlie looked kind of sad for leaving me in a moment like this, but he didn't know what I felt. I just couldn't understand him. He always took care of me, waiting for one of the babies to kick or do something special. And now, when he had the chance to witness something so incredible, he left, abandoning such a grand opportunity. I started to get really annoyed with him! It looked like he didn't even care about an opportunity like this.

That's when it happened again; that feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me there was something wrong appeared out of nowhere. I didn't want to feel such a horrible feeling, so I tried to concentrate on something around the room instead. That's when something caught my attention; the small images of my babies with their little fingers and toes. I had never thought that something so beautiful could be growing inside of me. It was a beautiful moment. Too bad Charlie wasn't here to appreciate it. Since he had to work double shifts to cover for the upcoming expenses like hospital bills and baby supplies, he was always at work.

I sat there, admiring my babies, when an important question popped up.

"Dr. Lansky, what are they? Boys or Girls?" I was so excited that after 5 months of waiting I could finally know what they were going to be. I could finally start preparing their rooms, their toys, and especially the activities we could do together.

"They're going to be girls, Mrs. Swan. Congratulations, once again."

As he said this, I couldn't help but notice that he, himself, was happy. I just couldn't understand why. It could have been that he was just happy to give this kind of news. After all, a pregnancy is supposed to be good news. I stared for a couple of minutes until I recovered from my shock. I mean, they were going to be girls! Girls who were going to be unique just like me.

"You're not making this up, right Dr. Lansky?" I asked, completely serious.

"Of course not, Mrs. Swan. Why would I lie to a beautiful lady? Your daughters are going to be just as beautiful as you are."

With that comment he gave me a seductive wink and turned to look at my babies. I almost felt like a teenager right there and then; a lovesick teenager with their first crush. I had to admit it made me feel good, even younger and surprisingly more alive.

It was a feeling that was getting lost as time passed. Things were just not the same as before. Charlie was barely home. I knew I had to understand, but sometimes I felt like I had been abandoned and that the babies were just my responsibility.

I was startled out of thought when I noticed that Dr. Lansky was approaching me, eyes focused on me and only me. I couldn't help but compare him with Charlie. They were so different from each other. One big difference was that Charlie was my husband and Dr. Lansky was my doctor and just…that. All of the sudden, a wave of sadness and anger washed through me. I was so confused. I didn't understand how these feelings had just changed and how moods could change from time to time.

This was so not me. It was as if my … conscious was telling me that these feelings towards Dr. Lansky were wrong. Noticing my confusion, Dr. lanky stopped in front of me, looking at me with questioning eyes. I tried to clear my mind but I couldn't. After failing miserably, I just decided to give him a warm smile. The strange feeling washed over me again, but this time it made me feel awkward and kind of scared. Suddenly, I had the urge to leave the room like a mad woman being chased by a serial killer.

It was so strange. I was in a safe place with nothing to fear, and yet these feelings told me that there was something wrong, and that I should run. I was safe. I didn't understand anything that was happening. During these thoughts, I hadn't noticed Dr. Lansky staring at me with a concerned look; a look that really got to me.

Nobody had cared for me enough to think about me and my needs in a long time. Not even Charlie, since he's been in his so called work. I stared at him. This time he was, again, walking towards me, closing the gap between the two of us. Each step he took drew him closer to me.

Without thinking, my body jumped out of the bed and started to walk towards the door without looking back. I left, hearing only a small chuckle followed by a "See you at the next appointment Mrs. Swan"

I walked liked this all the way to my car. Once inside, I felt like I was in control of myself again. That was just creepy! I sure wasn't telling anyone about it! They would think I was crazy and of course I wasn't!

My mom once said I had a big imagination and I was beginning to think she was right after all. Maybe I was just imagining these things, or maybe Dr. Lansky's proximity made me paranoid.

I got home, only to notice that Charlie wasn't there yet again. The house was so dark it made me feel lonely. That was the one thing I hated in all my life. I was surrounded and followed by people who loved and admired me; and here I was alone with no one to talk to or even fight with for that matter. When I looked out the window, I noticed that it was dark already. I hadn't even paid attention to my surroundings.

I went up to my room to change into more comfortable clothes. Our room wasn't that special and it wasn't that big either. Dark brown wood floors sat beneath the king size bed with white sheets in the middle of the room. In my opinion the bed was the best thing in my whole bedroom. The rest of the stuff was old and really cheap. I loved the bed because I didn't have to be all squished with Charlie. We also had a medium size wardrobe, which I took from Charlie, so I could put all of my clothes in there. Because Charlie didn't have that many clothes, I made him take the small cabinet.

Right when I entered the room, there was a nasty smell; like something rotten. I got a good look at the room and saw that there was trash everywhere. Dirty clothes and some really old food were scattered around the room. Now I knew where the rotten smell came from. I sighed in frustration. I was tired and hungry! I just wanted to rest, but now I had to clean up the mess that Charlie had made. He didn't even bother to clean up after himself!!! I was not a maid for God's sake! I was pregnant and he didn't even think about taking me into consideration.

I went down to the small kitchen and made food for one. If Charlie wasn't going to care about me, I wasn't going to take care of him. I made myself a salad and some chicken; not too much, of course. I had to watch my figure so I could still be attractive to men. When I was done with my food, I didn't even bother cleaning the dishes. I was so tired. I felt like I was going to pass out any minute.

I had to lie down on the couch because the weight of my babies was making it hard for me to stand up for long periods of time. My eyelids were starting to get heavier until finally I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

"Renee, sweetie, wake up. Renee it's late. You should go to our room and rest some more."

When I opened my eyes, I found a very tired Charlie staring at me with concern. When I saw his face, anger flowed through me, and I couldn't stop myself for what was about to come. I got up with as much force as I could, without the help of Charlie. I went to the other end of the room, which wasn't that far away considering our living room only consisted of two couches and a small coffee table. We stood there in silence until he had the nerve to ask what was wrong with me.

"I'm not the problem here Charlie! The problem is your attitude…your behavior! The problem here is you!"

"Renee, what are you talking about? What is it you don't like?"

I felt my eyes water and I knew I had to let everything out. If I stored all this anger inside of me, it wouldn't do my mental health any good and I would probably explode. This was also not good for the babies' sake. All this anger could be a threat to their health. I wouldn't want my babies to have a disability because of Charlie. It would never happen.

"Charlie, have you seen our room lately? It's a total mess. Have you even bothered to clean?"

He started scratching the back of his neck, obviously trying to find a good excuse as to why he didn't clean. This was just ridiculous! He didn't even have the courage to admit it; to admit that he was just a lazy idiot of a husband.

"Renée, I'm sorry darling. I just don't have time to clean. You know that the wor-" I cut him off I wasn't going to listen to his work excuses all the time. They were getting old and pretty pathetic.

"You know what, Charlie; do whatever you want with your work. But in this house, you have the duty to help me out too. I'm pregnant, Charlie! I can't do the same things I did before .I can't be the maid that cleaned up after your mess, Charlie."

"I am doing my duty! Remember, because your pregnant, I have to work double shifts! I'm giving you my best. Look, I'm tired. You don't work more than twelve hours a day. Okay? "

"Ohh, so you think I got pregnant by myself ?!! You're blaming the problems on our children? Do you think they're the problem here!!!? They are a blessing Charlie. If you don't think of them like that then that is your problem."

I couldn't believe he blamed the babies for what was happening and I especially couldn't believe he thought it was my idea to get pregnant.

Charlie was already walking upstairs, not caring about our argument or my feelings!

"Charlie!! I'm not your maid or your mom, so you better clean after yourself. You're a grown man, not a newborn that needs to be taken care of!!!" That was it. I felt the angry tears rolling down my face.

I looked towards the stairs and expected Charlie to be gone. I was surprised to see that he was still standing there, so still that he could've passed for a statue. His face was now painted a cherry red.

"So that's what you think I value you as? A simple maid? You know better than that Renee."

I looked back at him and saw something that I had never seen in his eyes...hurt and sadness. It kind of made me feel a little guilty for what I had done.

"Sometimes I don't know, Charlie. Sometimes I feel like you don't value me enough… like you rarely think about me." This time we weren't yelling. Our voices were so low that we could barely hear each other.

"Renee, I love both you and the kids, and if I don't spend that much time with you, it's because I am trying to give you and the kids the life that you deserve. And I can only do that, if I work hard enough." He walked back down into the living room and pulled me into a hug.

Then he whispered into my ear, "I don't blame the kids for our problems. They have changed my life, Renee. They are a blessing."

With that he gave me a kiss, took a hold of my hand, and started heading into our bedroom. This just wasn't the same as before. Usually, when we had arguments, we would end it with a hug that always gave a warm feeling inside. But this time… I didn't feel anything. Maybe it was because I was still mad. I just didn't know anymore. But even after Charlie had apologized, I didn't feel the need to say I was sorry for thinking about him that way. I didn't feel the need to respond to his hug or even his kiss, which I doubted he noticed. I also didn't feel the need to say I love you, because I knew it wasn't the truth.

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