Ch.7
He sat in the nursery, staring at the twins. He still couldn't believe that he had been a father. It had been a week since they were born and only 3 days since her funeral. It wasn't easy for him, but he was able to get through it. He sat there, thinking about her and her funeral.
'He stood in the church, watching everyone walk in. It would start in exactly 5 minutes and he still didn't see the people that he wanted to see walk in. He waited there for them until it was time to start. As he walked to his seat in the front, he noticed how full the church was. Almost all of the seats were full, but not with those people that should have been there. The seats were filled with friends from school and some of her family. He sat down and looked at the coffin. He felt the tears come to his eyes again as he looked at it. He thought about their two babies that were at home right now with the baby sitter. Their twins that she would never get to see grow up. The twins that would never get to know their mommy and how much she had loved them and wanted them so bad, that she had sacrificed her life just so they could live. After 10 minutes of listening to the priest talk and hearing all the people around him cry, he stood up and walked to the podium. He stood there, not talking just yet.
"Bianca was a great and loving person. She didn't deserve to die. As many people already know, she was pregnant. But, what people didn't know was that we had gotten married before she had the babies. She had told me many times that she had wanted kids and when she told me that she was pregnant, that we were going to have a baby, I saw her eyes light up even through all the tears. Then, when we found out that she was going to be having twins, she was even more excited. Everyday, she had went out and bought more for our babies. She would talk to them every night and tell them how much she had loved them and that she would always be there for them," Chris had said, tears in his eyes.
"When she was 9 months pregnant, she had a feeling that something was wrong, and had made me promise to always take care of our babies, and to tell them how much she had loved them and she would always be watching over them. But, I told her that nothing would happen. That she would be here with me to help raise our kids, and see them grow up and have brothers and sisters to grow up with. Maybe if I had just listened, and brought her to the doctor like she wanted, then she would still be here with our friends, family, and me," he added.
Everyone sat there shocked by what he had just said.
"Well, Bianca," Chris said, looking up. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep that promise I made to you. I'll tell our girls how much you love them every day and night and that you'll watch over them forever. I love you and miss you. I loved being your husband and loved having you as my wife. I know that we'll be together again one day. Until then, you'll always be in my heart. I'll never forget you," he finished, tears rolling down his cheeks. As he walked away from the podium, he looked to the back of the church and saw them. He saw her parents, and brother. All 3 of them had tears rolling down their faces. He looked at them, before turning his back to them, and sitting down. He didn't talk to her family after the funeral. He couldn't. So, when he saw them walk over to him, he quickly walk out of the church, got into his car, and left.'
Now, he still sat there, thinking about her and staring at his, their, babies. He stood up and quietly walked over to them. They were both sleeping in their bassinets, in the living room.
He looked down at them, carefully pulled the blankets up and kissed their foreheads, before saying, "Don't worry babies, you're mommy loves you two more than you can ever imagine and will always be watching you two."