This is Chapter 3. I think this is the final chapter. It's the closing. Anyway Bryce, the father of Autumn's baby, said he didn't care that she was pregnant. When I call Bryce a meanie it's because he doesn't care about his children and refuses to see them. I thought that's what I would think if I was in Autumn's shoes. That about it. So here is the final chapter.

We were at the hospital. I was giving birth to twins. One is a boy and the other is a girl. After about a week I told my Aunt I was pregnant. She was mad. She didn't talk to me for weeks. I couldn't blame her. You'll think I'll learn from Kristina. I did, but not fast enough.

Finally my Aunt started talking to me again. It took a while, but she did. She brought me to my doctors appointments. Now she was here with me while giving birth. Summer was with her. We still e-mail each other, so I choose her to be the Godmother.

They, the twins, were born at 4:59:59 and 5:45:35 on April 29. The boy was born first, then the girl. The boy's name was Beau Garcon. The girl's name was Elle Estbelle. They both had brown hair and green eyes. And most importantly, they were both healthy.

I was living with my Aunt and her husband. She helped me take care of the twins. It is funny how someone could be so mad at you for one thing, or two in my case, then help you out so much. I feel like I ruined her life.

As for Bryce, we don't talk anymore. Every month I get a child support check from him. My Aunt took him to court, and using the phone call, got him visitation. Not that he ever even tried to visit our twins.

I don't get what I ever saw in the guy. He is a big meanie. I know I need to get over it now, but my first love ripped my heart out. It is hard to feel better. I never had time to heal.

At times like these I really needed a drink. Thinking about the guy who hurt me. Who didn't give me time to heal. What I would give for one glass of wine. No! I haven't had a drink since I left my uncles house with Trey. I doing really great.

As the days flew by, I watched the twins grow up and get older. I stopped drinking. Eventually I got married to the most wonderful guy and had a couple more children. We moved out of my Aunt's house and got one of our own. Everyday I grew less and less like Kristina. For that I was happy.

Meeting Kristina did help me. And with that I end my story.