None of that was important at the time though all that mattered was having my babies in my arms. It had been hell waiting after that phone call, and when she finally drove up, I thought my heart would stop working. Then seeing that little faces so like mine for the first time… I cannot put into words the raw emotion I felt and still do now.
I'd made two babies with the woman I loved, and they were perfect. Actually they were identical twins . They had none of the bitch in them, something that would come in handy when I rip her out of their life for good once I get my lawyers on it. I don't need reminders of her for the rest of my life, so the fact that my sons were my carbon copy and of each other was just perfect. I wonder how this cold, heartless witch has lived with my exact replicas for these past few months? I hope it gave her indigestion every fucking day and night.
I'm looking forward to destroying her. It's obvious that there's a very close bond between her and the boy, but I plan to sever that shit immediately. I've already contacted a very reputable agency to find him the best nanny, and once that's done, I plan to kick my ex's ass as far away from me and my son as possible. Let her see how that shit feels.
By the time we made it into the store, I was a raging mess inside.