love-the-little-things

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Claire P.O.V.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR LEAVING US!" Mom yelled at Gustavo.

He was at the front door and he had a suitcase in his hands. I only call him 'dad' when he speaks to me. He tried to smile at me, but I just continued staring at the girl next to him, who looked so much like Vera and I.

She looked my age, five. Her hair was straight, while mine and Vera's was wavy. Her eyes were the same shape as mine and Gustavo's. Her skin tone was light than mine, but darker than Vera's, and it made her look odd and sleepy.

My eyes were greenish-dark brown, Vera's were pure green and her's were just brown. Her clothes looked like the one's Gustavo bought me when he used to take me shopping.

"Carol, I-I imprinted."

Mom looked so sad and angry, as she yelled, "WHEN?"

Gustavo looked down, "About ten months before Claire was born." I froze as I heard him say my name. Five months before I was born was almost six years ago.

"Is she your child?" she sneered, not daring to look at the girl who held Gustavo's hand so tightly.

He just looked down, ashamed and nodded, "She's Jay. Her sixth birthday was a last month, actually. Her brother's was on the same day, Adrian is her twin."

Slowly, my mom went to sit on the couch. I followed her and sat on her lap. She hugged me and whispered, "It's okay, honey. Don't cry."

"Out." I hissed at him. He frowned and let go of Jay's hand.

As he started walking towards me, Jay took that time to speak to me, well yell, "You can't talk to my Daddy like that!"

"Leave! I don't want you in my house! And stop yelling, you'll wake up Vera!" I replied silently.

Gustavo leaned down in front of me, he tried to touch my shoulder, but I pushed his had away.

"Your gonna wake up my sister. Gustavo, I would very much like it if you left and took your daughter with you," I answered, looking him straight in the eyes.

He looked sad, "Claire-Bea-"

"Don't call me that. Only Quil can call me that," I said, getting really mad. My head was hurting and all I really wanted to do was take a nap.

"Please, Claire. You and Vera can come with me. I have a girlfriend waiting for me, her name is-"

"I'M NEVER LEAVING! YOU LEAVE!" I screamed and pushed him away, "WE DON'T NEED YOU! LEAVE! GOODBYE! DON'T EVER COME BACK! I HATE YOU!"

After that, I ran into my baby sister's room and slammed the door. She woke up and smiled toothlessly at me, I pick her up from the crib and put her in front of her pink doll house.

She grabbed the different dolls and played with me. I just couldn't help think; Why would I ever leave Mommy for someone who only visited me three times a month since I was born.

He wasn't there for Vera's first birthday and that would just not do. How could he care so little about us? We weren't important to him, but he was everything to us.

I laid down on the floor and cried because my baby sister would never have a dad. I'm thankful for the time he did spend with me, but I was never the first thing on his mind. I would always be second best to him. I'm not his first child, I'm his third. Vera's not his second child, she's his fourth.

He wasn't in love with Mom, so did love really even exist between them?

I want Momma to be happy, but not with another man. Gustavo was my father and he had other kids. No wonder he never bothered to stay with us for long.

He loves them more.

I closed my eyes and tried to be happy, for Vera and my mom. We don't need him. We never needed him.

He's useless... But if even he didn't want us, did that make us even less than him? I have no father, Vera has no father and Mommy doesn't have a husband. We don't need him.

We never will, my family will have me, I will have my family. He just better stay away from us and Forks.

Carol P.O.V.

The man I fell in love with as a teenager, the one who married me, the one who fathered my daughters, the one who never loved me. He was leaving.

How did it pass through his head to bring his daughter, his first his eldest daughter. Why would he hurt me like this?

We met up yesterday, while Claire was at school, and talked things through. Gustavo admitted he had been having an affair with his imprint. At least he tried to fight it... for a few days.

When I told him I was pregnant, I remember seeing his face turn distant. He wasn't happy through the pregnancy, until he heard Claire's heartbeat. Then he showed me love, game me hope, made me fall even more in love with him.

After Claire's firs birthday, though, he became a stranger to me. I couldn't make him laugh, I couldn't make him even smile, he wouldn't make love to me as often. Now, I knew why.

He found out he has two sons and two daughters, with his imprint. Two sets of twins, she gave birth to the younger brother and sister last year, just a few days before Vera was born.

Now, I knew why he was late for her birth.

"When are you giving me the divorce papers?" I asked, trying to compose myself.

His daughter, Jay, was playing with a doll. I originally bought it for Claire, but she never played with it, so why not give it to someone who liked it? I wouldn't hold a grudge against her. It's not the little girl's fault that, my soon-to-be-ex husband didn't have the balls to tell me he imprinted.

I hadn't even been pregnant at the time! Eight years. I gave up eight years of my life, my beauty, my body, my charisma. Easily, I could have found another husband, or at least a boyfriend.

No, I don't regret having my daughters, but in a way, I do.

They would have had a better life. They would have a father. They wouldn't need to decided who they wanted to live with. They wouldn't have had to endure sharing a parent with other children.

"We don't have to-"

"Yes, we do, Gustavo. I can't let another woman suffer for any longer," I whispered, "It's not fair to her and your kids. Our marriage was starting to wither away, too. Might as well get this over with," I waved away my hand.

He swallowed and struggled to say, "W-Will you keep them away from me?"

I laughed, "No, Gustavo! Heavens, no. They are part of you, they have your blood. You are their father."

After a while, I said, "Get as much time as you can, while Claire lets you. She doesn't seem fond of your, or your daughter. I doubt she'll let you near Vera anymore."

Gustavo's eyes soon took a misty appearance, quietly he croaked, "My little girl hates me. Vera, probably will as soon as she's old enough to know what an asshole I was. You'll never know how sorry I am to you, Carolina."

Mustering up all the emotional strength I had in me, I went across the table and hugged him. I just held him, God knows I wanted to start sobbing as soon as our skin made contact, but I knew better.

"I'll send you the papers, how about that?" I smiled, trying to keep the tightening of my throat at a minimum.

He took hold of my hand with both of his, "Thank you, I wouldn't be able to do it myself. I'll always love you, you know."

I nodded my head and lied, "Yes, I do. In a way."

Slowly, I kissed his cheek and said, "It's time for you to leave. Go tell Loraine that she has nothing to worry about, she never did. That day you came home, I had a feeling that you weren't mine anymore. I brushed it off as soon as you said, 'I love you'. I was an idiot, but" I said, "We learn from our mistakes. You just better hope, I can find a new husband! I refuse to die alone," I laughed.

Gustavo hugged me once again, "Don't worry. You will. You know, for your age," he smirked playfully, "You look roughly at least twenty-five."

"Thanks, no shoo! We'll always be friends, I promise."

I could tell he was about to ask something else, but I told him, "No, I won't hate you and I'll try to explain to the girls why they shouldn't either."

He kissed me on the forehead and called Jay, "I love you, Carol."

Jay even hugged me and said, "Thank you. Now Daddy won't leave Mommy alone!"

Grinning softly, I waved them goodbye. Once I saw their car go off into the horizon, I went to go play with Claire and Vera.

My baby girls had, fortunately, fallen asleep playing with the dollhouse. Carefully, I put them each in their own beds and pecked their cheeks.

Slowly and deliberately, I went to my room and I lost it.

Brady P.O.V.

"Bray! Get me so ice cream?" Natalie wailed, reaching her hands towards the jell-o that was sitting on the counter.

Laughing, I said, "Tell me what it's really called and I'll give you a spoonful."

She glowered at me. My four year old little sister has recently learned how to glare on her birthday and was using it every time she didn't get something. Then, all of a sudden she screamed.

Dad came running to the kitchen and asked, "What are you doing?"

I shrugged, "She thinks jell-o is ice cream, when she knows what it's called. Don't give her any, she has to learn what it's really called."

"What is this called, Natalie," he pointed to the red jell-o.

Natalie shook her head and pointed at me, "He's a liar! It's called jell-o!" She smiled smugly at me.

Did my little sister just play me? Woah...

"No I didn't! She kept complaining about ice cream!" I pointed right back at her, I may be frickin seventeen, but man! Why would she do that to me! I thought I was her favorite brother!

"Yes you did!" she wailed, pointing at me, once again.

"No!"

"Yes!"

It went on like that for the rest of the evening and in the end, our dad was eating it.