"You can talk about the grey in every day, or complain about the blues that take over you. You can show me every tear as if I care..." - Tell It To The Rain by Julie Griffin

Mikayla held her and Jake's week old daughter in the nursery, the Disney Princess themed room was perfectly set up, and had been for the past month.

Jake wasn't with Mikayla. He was with Miley Stewart; he took him and Mikayla's first child with him as well, and she was only taken because her middle name was Miley.

Mikayla thought nothing of the middle name when she was born; it was just him picking the name of the older twin, and her picking the name of the younger. Mikayla never gave any of it a second thought. But Jake had left. That was all there was to it; one minute, Jake was with her, the next, he was with Miley; Mikayla couldn't blame him for liking her, she was beautiful. She was his first girlfriend, is it normal to want to go back to that?

Mikayla ignored the thoughts and looked at Briana, she looked nothing like Jake, which Mikayla was thankful for. She felt good that she had Briana.

But the other child she still had, Luanne, was just a miniature, female version of Jake; but Jake left the day Briana was born, she'd have to forget about him. She knew she wasn't the only one in a situation like this.

Mikayla wished Jake was with her, he'd always been an amazing father and husband.

Things were getting hard for Mikayla, she was doing just fine on her own, well with Luanne and Briana. But she didn't know if Jake was even considering coming back.

"Mama, can I hold Briana?"

I looked at Luanne's innocent face and smiled as I handed her the baby. Luanne was mature for being almost 9 years old.

"Be careful with your sister" I said sweetly; she was trying as hard as she could to make things easier on me. I had not only lost my husband, but my daughter as well. Luanne knew that was hard on me.

"I will" Luanne's eyes were focused on Briana.

Mikayla couldn't believe that Luanne was growing up so fast, she was already so responsible. You've got to love a daughter like that; there was something unique about her, she was more mature than Mikayla was at age 12.

Briana started crying, normally Mikayla would have grabbed her to find out what was wrong, but Mikayla left her in the arms of her eight year old. And Luanne gently rocked the baby, getting her to stop crying, something Mikayla had been trying to do for the past week.

"The little mother" Mikayla said in a soft, gentle voice. She watched her daughter beam at the new nickname. Luanne was so cute when she was happy.