It's been 3 long months since the gender reveal. I don't know how parents do it! Raising the twins has already been a struggle. With Michael constantly being on business trips and off working on top secret official business I've had to raise them on my own for the last month. I'm lucky he made it for their birth. I'm starting to think that he's just avoiding me.
His business trips have become more and more frequent since the twins were born. I'm not sure that he was as ready to become a father as he thought... as much as it pains me to say it, maybe it would she been better if I hadn't had the twins.
C'mon Katie don't think like that... you're just tired and stressed. That's all. When Michael gets back from this trip everything will be just fine. You can make it.
I cant believe I'm actually saying this, but I'm really starting to miss Michael. Well maybe not him as a person, but definately his help with the twins. And the way he holds me an keeps me safe at night. And his amazing morning kisses when he gets up for work.... God I want him to come home...
*crash*
I can hear glass shattering somewhere near me but I can't tell the exact direction. I need to get to the twins and make sure they're safe. I throw a white silk robe over my black underwear and bra I had been lounging in since I got out of the bath and open my bedroom door to check on the twins across the hall.
Before I even get out of the room a rough hand covers my eyes and mouth. A sickly sweet intoxicating smell fills my nostrils as I begin to loose my footing. Hoping and praying this is just some twisted homecoming of Michaels. But before I know it I'm in arms I don't recognize as I fall into a pit I'm too afraid to get out of.