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A/N Ooh Noooo! Okay this chapter is still supposed to be the 4 nights ago thing, just in case I'd confuse you by thinking it had gone back to the present! Please read and review!

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(Still Robbie's POV)

"Robbie?" I heard Bree call from the bedroom.

"Hide" I whispered to the girl who claimed to be my daughter.

She just smiled, "No need, only you can see me" I just stared at her.

"I'm in the kitchen" I called back to Bree, not taking my eyes off the girl, Bree then walked in slipping on her silk nightgown.

"What you doing in here, Robbie?" she asked followed by a yawn.

"I couldn't sleep so I came in here and made myself a cup of coffee," I answered.

"Oh right, are you sure you are okay? You look kind of spooked, and I could of sworn I heard you talking" Bree asked looking me up and down.

"Yes, I'm, err. . . fine, I was just, rehearsing my vows and speeches"

She smiled

Saved by the scream! One of the babies woke up crying, which as you could imagine woke the other.

"I'll go," I offered

"Thanks," Bree said kissing me.

The teenage Caitlyn came with me; I looked at her as she stood above the cot.

"Which one is me?" She asked, looking at the girls in the cot.

I turned to shut the door so Bree wouldn't be able to hear me talking.

"You can't tell which one you are!" I asked

"Well we are identical, especially at this age!" she argued, "I bet you don't even know which on I am"

"I do," I picked one of the babies and looked behind her left ear, (this was my method of telling) Morgan had a mole behind her ear.

"This one is you," I said holding the screaming child as I noticed the absence of a mole.

After I had fed the babies, and they had fallen back to sleep, I checked in my bedroom and surely enough, Bree had fallen asleep again.

I went out into the living room and sank into the big leather couch Caitlyn sat beside me.

"Dad, you've got to stop the wedding." She said. "You've got thee days to make you choice, please don't do this to me, I've had to live through the pain of loosing you 3, don't do it again, please."

"I can't, what am I going to say to Bree?" I asked, how could I do this?

"Just tell her the truth or make something up, just please you can't marry mom!"

"What if I ask to just postpone the wedding for when she feels ready?" I asked

"NO, you can't you'll just end up hating each other still, you can't do this to each other. It's got to end." She said, and then she disappeared.

The next 2 nights she came back, trying to stop me from making a big mistake, and what I could do about it or weather I should just leave it was tearing me up inside. I wanted to marry the woman I loved the most in the world, but I didn't want to wind up hurting her or the rest of my family.