*A couple of weeks later*
A couple of weeks has passed since I was admitted to hospital and it had been the longest couple of weeks of my life. My days were filled with check-ups, reading an endless number of books, tv, having to pee every five seconds and pain. The only good part of my days is when the twins and my father come to visit, and the twins tell me all about their time at school. I had missed their first day at school as I was being held against my will and I’d cried for hours when Lucian had showed me the photos of them in their little uniforms. I’d missed my babies’ first day at school.
They loved school though and had made some new friends. My father was amazing and got them up and dressed and to the bus in time so they wouldn’t be late. The last month we had bonded again,
