Two months later
Elizabeth's P.O.V
As he had promised he had gone with me to the doctor's office. After all the tests were done the doctor informed us that I was indeed pregnant. Arnold asked so many questions it made me blush and try to hide in shame. He even went so far as to have an extra copy of the first ultrasound printed out for him to put in his wallet to keep it with him always. I tried to remind him that there would be more ultrasound pictures to come but he said that this one is special as it was the first time he was seeing our baby.
He even said our baby. He turned out to be so supportive and helped me without asking questions or looking back.
At our next and second ultrasound, we were excited to get to know the gender of our baby. What we didn't expect was to find out that we would be having two babies. Turns out that our boy was hiding his little sister at the previous scan. They were both in perfect health and condition. Once again Arnold had an extra ultrasound picture printed and placed it along with the first one in his wallet.
Back home, Yes I live with Arnold now, since my mum said I got what I deserved and kicked me out of the house. She didn't even want to listen to my explanations, neither did she let me get my stuff. Arnold and I had to sneak in and get my stuff while she was out of the house at her new flavour of the month. Luckily, she hadn't had the locks replaced and I still had my set of keys. Those were left on the counter with a note telling her that I was sorry and that I didn't want money but that I would appreciate her support and help in what I would be going through.
She never did make contact with me after that. She was probably happy that she didn't have the problem of a burden hanging around her neck anymore and that she got rid of me even before she had planned to. It kind of hurt because she was the only family that I had left and that I knew of. At least I now have Arnold and the twins as my family.
Arnold didn't let me get too sad about this. He would spoil me and take me out on dates and we would have the best of fun.
One night about five months into the pregnancy I was having a very difficult night and was sick most of the night. Arnold being the supportive man he was helped and stayed awake by my side during the whole night. This made me feel guilty as he had to wake up early to get to work on time.
He did happen to be a few hours late to work and had gotten a written warning as a result of this. I felt so guilty as it had in fact been my fault but he said that it was alright and that what's done is done. This didn't make the guilt go away but at least made me worry a little less.
Arnold planned another perfect date for us. This time he had arranged a picnic for us under the stars in the botanical gardens. It was absolutely breathe takingly beautiful. Just as we were getting to the desserts he had packed he started getting nervous. I didn't take notice of this until he was standing on one knee in front of me with this amazing ring and asking me if I would marry him and promising that we would be raising the twins together in a loving home.
Through the tears I managed to say yes that I would be delighted to marry him and raise the twins in a loving home where both parents were present.
A few weeks later
Arnold came home looking like he saw a ghost. When I had asked him what was wrong he told me that he was fired from work. They didn't even give him a very good reason as to why they were letting him go. We cried together and he had promised to try and find a job that would still have us be able to take care of the twins in the way that was needed.
We searched for a new job and we sent out hundreds of resumé's but nothing came of it.
I was already 7 months pregnant when finally he found someone that was willing to hire him. It was at a lot less than the old salary but at least it was something as our savings had been running low from us living on them the last while. He accepted the job and we had had a talk that evening.
We wouldn't be able to take care of both the twins anymore without sacrificing a lot of necessary items we would need. I tried to think of something to do when Arnold said the most shocking thing I never thought I would be hearing out of his mouth.
"How about we keep one of the twins and put the other up for adoption to a good home. We can always later when we are more financially stable try for another baby."
He wanted me to choose between my twins. He wanted me to give up one of my babies.
I didn't think I would be able to do that at all.
Over the next two months our situation got even worse with us some months not having enough for everything we needed.
This is what helped me in making my decision. I struggled with the guilt and the fear but it had to be done.
One evening as we were getting into bed I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked to Arnold.
"I hate how it's been going the last two months and I would hate to have nothing to feed my babies with. I thought and I have decided that I would do as you suggested and give our baby girl up for adoption."
Arnold and I cried together as we laid in bed thinking about our situation.
The day of the birthElizabeth's P.O.VMy baby boy is beautiful. I don't know what the girl looks like because the adoption agency took her right after the nurses cleared her safe to leave the hospital. I didn't even get to meet her or see how she looked. It would have been nice to know which character traits she got from me and which she got from Arnold. Speaking of which, he couldn't be happier. He doesn't even seem to be bothered by the fact that his daughter had been taken away as he has been staring at our son for the past two hours. It luckily wasn't a hard birth and it didn't take as long as they sometimes show in the movies and series. Mom made no effort whatsoever to be in my life anymore, so I had to make the hard decision and start forgetting about her in the long run. Arnold left soon after, as he had a shift to cover at work and as I lay there in the hospital room looking over my baby boy I was starting to feel reality sink in that I have this little person depending
Donald's P.O.V (Anne's Adoptive father) My dear Juliet hasn't stopped crying since we got the test results back confirming that she could indeed not have children of her own. Secretely I have applied for us to adopt a little baby and went through the whole process to get us confirmed and listed as adoptive parents looking for a baby. I couldn't bare see my lovely wife in tears any longer and did what was needed to be done. If she felt the need to hate me for it, then so be it, but I did what was necessary to get my wife back to eating, living her life and being there and present for me to love and cherish her. Ignoring the heart wrenching cries and sniffling I heard coming from the room again, I went to check the mailbox hoping to have a letter of approval in there that would hopefully get my wife's back to me. Hoping has become my only saving grace each time I have walked to the mailbox the last couple of weeks each and everytime just to have my hope crushed and having to continue
Seven years laterJuliet's P.O.V (Anne's Adoptive mother) Anyone ever feel that time just goes past way too fast? I feel this way today. It is hard to believe that it has been seven years that I have been a mother to dear Anne. It really does feel like only yesterday that we were blessed to adopt our beautiful baby girl but in fact today is her first school day. Me and Donald love her so much and we would do anything and everything for her. Only the best is good enough for her. Even with saying this we will be making sure that she grows up a kind hearted soul and not a spoiled brat. We took a while to decide in which school we would be enrolling Anne and we finally after visiting them all decided on a small private school near our home. Anne looked most happy there and the teachers are competent in doing their jobs.Donald made sure that he would be able to provide for his family. He started out as a bell boy at the local hotel and worked himself up from there until he owned it. He
Juliet's P.O.VI was so worried when she asked about pregnancy and that she wouldn't love us like she has these past years when she would find out that we weren't her real parents that I had to quickly think of something to tell her so that she didn't keep on asking too many questions now with me all alone. Donald was the calm and collected one in situations like these and he would know how to answer her to the ability of her understanding everything. We aren't naive and we knew that sooner or later she would either start asking questions about why we don't really look alike or something might happen and that would have her asking questions. We were prepared to tell her but we thought we would have a little more time to prepare before we would need to tell her this. After she picked her photos to use for school I went downstairs to put away the photo album. I heard footsteps in her room so I knew that she was busy in there. I quickly called Donald and told him what had happened and
Donald's P.O.V We went up to go and tuck Anne in as we had promised her before she went up. I first had to get the tears out of me and wash their trace from my face. I didn't want Anne thinking that she had made me sad when in fact they were happy tears. We were walking down the hallway when we heard this beautiful voice sing the one song that I would call special. It was the song that Juliet and I danced to when we got married first and it was also the song that Anne has loved to be sung to her when she was restless in the evenings. Mind you we weren't singers and it was off key but at least we got the correct words in and she seems to have learned and memorised them. I turned and looked at Juliet. She had tears in her eyes and she was smiling so bright. We started quitely walking to her bedroom where we stood just outside the door as quietly as we could while she was singing the last part of the song. She even added some of her own dance moves in. I doubt she knew we were stan
Two months laterArnold's P.O.VErnie is turning seven today. I can't believe that Elizabeth and Ernie have been in my life for the last eight years now. Time really does fly when you are having fun and that is exactly what I have been having with Ernie. The same cannot be said about Elizabeth. She is sad because she still misses the little girl that we had given up for adoption at birth. She doesn't show it openly anymore and she doesn't do anything for her on their shared birthday anymore, because Ernie is at the age when he would be starting to ask questions and we both don't want to be the one that would need to be answering those.Everything has been going better. Elizabeth has a job and I have a better one that is bringing in more money. We haven't struggled financially in a while, not that we are rolling in the dough as they say either, we have enough to get by and have everything that we need and that makes m
Juliet's P.O.VThe last two months have been absolutely wonderful. Anne's singing lessons are going wonderful and her teacher said that she has great potential if she does later want to continue on with her singing. She has the voice of an angel.Donald and I are very happy and we even sometimes get a little private show in the house. For her birthday party we invited all of her friends and we got her her favorite cake shape. She is absolutely in love with butterflies these days. The morning of the party everything finally started sinking in. My baby girl is seven years today. I will be blinking and then she will be all grown up at the rate that she is growing. All of her invited friends showed up and brought her the most amazing presents. She really loved the butterfly decorations and she absolutely loved the cake that was made for her. They had the most fun. They didn't stop smiling once. Pickin
A week later Anne's P.O.VDad's funeral is today. I don't think I will make it through the whole service, but I do have to try and be as strong as possible for mum. His body is still missing so the funeral is just a formality for mum to try and say goodbye. I know that I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to dad without having definite proof that he is indeed gone but I will go and pay my last respect to my beloved father's coffin even if it is just so that mum would think I'm doing fine. I really need mum to be okay.Arriving at the church for the service I was overcome with a great sadness. All you could see was all the business people that knew dad as the business man he was. There wasn't anyone other than me and mum that knew dad as the loving father and husband he was. I already miss him and it hasn't even been a week. How will I live my life without him? I mean I wanted dad to meet my boyfri