The day they were born
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In a hospital bed soaked in sweat lays my ex-wife Tari. Whose bending and breaking my hand like I'm causing her pain. It's not my fault she decided to keep the baby we now Know are twins and it's not my fault that she divorced me because the food she cooked all day became spoiled when I decided my work was more important. She divorced me over food. I mean come on.
In no way, shape, or form was I a bad husband. The money, the Body, the looks I have all of those what more did she want. Huuuuh, my father is going to call me all types of failures. Home failure. Fried failure. flow failing failure. Tuh, I'm never going to live this down. That grumpy old bag will never except That I never saw it coming. Which I never really did.
How was I supposed to know I pushed too far, with her not showing me the cracks. She just handed me broken glass with no glue.
"Maro margo Maroon, you did this to me" screamed Tari.
I bit back ah 'you did this to yourself' and just nodded. No way in hell would I be antagonizing Mrs. Tiger-grip over here. Call me a coward all you want, but I know my lane. Medium talk, Big bite and all most never really fight.
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Here I am, giving birth to twins while my ex-husband Maro, contemplates dealing with his father or trying to convince me I'm overreacting because of the pregnancy. We had that argument four months ago and he hasn't taken my words serious for the last 84 and so. I guess when he saw the legal papers three days back it finally clicked for him.
The food took me fifteen days to prepare, one day to cook, and eight thousand poke dollars in cost. That meal was supposed to help strengthen our baby's body so they could have an easier time becoming trainers. haaah A year and a half of hard work down the drain.
Hopefully That one plate I had is enough to help them jump start the process when they were in a sleeping state of mind.
"Push, Mrs. maroon they're all most here," said the doctor.
Refocusing on the task in front of me I started to push again and the pain I felt was barely bearable. My pain came with the reward of my second born breathing fresh air. "Wah ah hah Wah" hollered the cute mocha brown baby girl. Doctor omega crash catch's my attention by gentle waving his hand and says," Breathe in and out Mrs. Maroon we still have one more to go."
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How. Just how could this be? I have been so careful with my life choices so-so why am I here with no control over my body. No amount of slow driving deserves a big ass truck as just cause.
Drifting with some other person in this liquid warmth for however long it took me to grow from an embryo to a fetus. Like bro what's the point in restarting if I have to go through school again?
Ok. No need to go on a downcast tangent about how education sucks. I would much rather see this place with my own eyes. Time to get out of my very homie purgatory.
Convincing myself It's not terrible to be alive I move into position and make way for the outdoors. Very eager to meet my new parents upon arrival. Only to be hit by the most excruciating pain I have ever felt and like my sister (as I got to see later on), I cried at the top of my lungs.
" A twin girl and boy. you have been struck with luck. you must be happy from head to toe," said the soft-spoken man who was holding me with the utmost care. He and I presume where my parents thank him and asked if they could hold us. The answer they got was a firm no since we needed test and such done. doctor ometa transferred me to someone else's arms. Then he tells them to go through with the regular procedure. I'm rushed off to get washed, shot, and put in a box with comfy bedding.
I fall to sleep before noticing my sister beside me.