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Twins
My mother.The victim.
"What exactly are you accusing me of, Addison Marie?"
"Well, for starters, you invited Liam here. To my home. The home I share with my fiancé and the father of my unborn child. What was the point of that exactly?"
The door is wide open, and I'd rather not have Adam and Liam hear our entire conversation from the living room, so I keep my voice low and as calm as I can muster.
"I just thought you'd like to see him. It's been years and—"
"Mom, stop. Just… stop, please. I get it. You love Liam. Dad loved Liam. He was a part of our family, and now that Dad is gone, you have to hold onto something."
My mother opens and shuts her mouth three times before taking a seat on the bed and crying into her hands.
"I'm not going to lie. I'm mad. Angry. Pissed off. You had no right to invite him here, to try and get in the middle of my relationship with Adam. This is my life. I'm not a little girl anymore and haven't been for a long time. That doesn't mean I don't need you still. It just means that I have someone else I can rely on. Adam's an amazing man, Mom. If you'll get to know him, I know you'd love him as much as I do. And Dad, he would love him too. I honestly believe that. Do you know why?"
My mother shakes her head.
"Because Adam loves me, and I love him. That's all that mattered to Dad. He wanted me to be happy, and Adam makes me happy. Living here makes me happy. This baby that's currently kicking my ribs and causing my back to ache makes me happy. Isn't that what you want for me? For me to be happy?"
"Of course, Addy," she cries. "That's all I ever wanted. I want you to be happy like you used to be. Before you lost the baby. Before we lost your dad. When you use to smile and laugh all the time."
"I am, Mom. I laugh so hard I cry most days. You're not here to see it is all."
My mother's tears continue as a sharp pain radiates through my back again. Stretching makes it worse, so I take a seat next to her on the bed but as soon as I sit, I pee myself.
Damn bladder.
Always full.
I can feel the pee running down the inside of my legs. I'm sure my dress is soaked in the back from when I sat down. Pushing myself back up, I inform my mother of my little issue.
"Mom, I need to change. I just peed a little. I'll be back in a minute."
Grabbing my forearm, my mother stops me from waddling away.
"Addison, you didn't pee yourself. Your water broke."
No.
I have three weeks until I'm due.
It's not time yet.
The nursery isn't done. We haven't gotten all our stuff from Wyatt's house. We haven't even picked out a name.
Our child still doesn't have a name.
She can't be born without a name. What kind of parents would that make us?
"Adam," my mom calls into the hallway. "Addison's water broke."
I'm about to freak out when Adam appears in the doorway, my hospital bag already slung over his shoulder, and extends his hand to me.
Calm, cool, and collected, that's Adam. At least to the average observer. I can see it in his eyes. The excitement mixed with fear. The helplessness and the concern.
