Chapter twelve

Jessie 

After hearing Skye's confession last night Elliott and I let her sleep with us. Elliott was behind me and Skye laid facing me. She has her face between my neck and upper chest with her hand on my stomach. I rubbed her back to lull her to sleep.

When I woke the next morning, she was tracing on my stomach, her way of talking to the twins. I lay there letting her continue to talk to them as they lightly kick the area she was tracing. I felt a lack of presence from Elliott and the smell of breakfast told me it was probably her.

Sarah walks in, probably to check on us and smiles at what Skye was doing. "What is she doing," she asks curious. 

"Talking to them," I choke quietly as tears roll down my cheeks. "She's telling them how much she misses her mother, how she considers me mother now, how happy she is to be with us, how excited she is to meet them and can't wait for them to get here."

I start sobbing softly and she looks up from my