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Sarah's story: Part 2-

3/31/2017

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​In the doorway stood the man she loved. She mouthed the word David as his parents turned to look at him.
“David is dead, that man is his brother.”
“Brother?” Sarah said, puzzled, all the time she had been with David, he never mentioned a brother let alone an identical twin brother, or was that a lie and that man was David?
“Yes, brother, David may have never spoken of me because we…” he began to choke up.
“What happened between them does not matter now, does it, what matters now is that my son has come home.”
“I just wish I had done it sooner, that my brother’s death was not the reason.”
“Me too,” his mother admitted. She broke down. “Why didn’t you come home sooner, why did he have to die?”
Sarah stood, not able to move, not sure what to make of the whole situation. On one hand, she believed that this man was who he said he was, but could not say for sure. He looked identical to David, and the way he walked, talked, moved around the house, as if he knew where things were. Sarah wanted to get out of there, wishing she had not decided to come, but she had to, for her daughters. This was their family.
“I think I should go, I have to get back…”
Sarah felt the feeling she had always felt close to her daughters feeding time. Her breasts were beginning to throb, if she did not leave now, it would be too late. It had only happened once when she had been out with the twins, and could not find a place to sit and feed them.
As she recalled that feeling she looked down and saw her top was wet in two patches.
“Shit,” she said, muttering to herself. “I am so sorry but I need to leave, now.” She had been in the house for less than half an hour, it was not time for their feed, but she sensed they were hungry.
She rushed past them and out the door, hearing the sound of her daughter’s cries. Her mother sat in the car doing her best to calm them down. She opened the door.
“I am so sorry honey, they were fine, but I guess they grew hungrier sooner, I…”
“It’s okay Mum, sometimes they eat when they want to, I just hoped they would wait a few hours.”
“I see you should have brought a spare top with you.”
“I should from now on, but now I need to feed them, they cannot wait, I will just have to feed them both here.”
“In the car?”
“Well they won’t wait,” she said, climbing in and exposing her two full breasts, not caring who saw her. Until she saw the man that was not David watching as she latched each baby on. They were soon suckling.
“I thought David died?” her mother said, staring at the man outside the car.
“That is not David; at least they told me he is his twin.”
Her mother rolled down the window.
“I am sorry to intrude, but I wanted to apologise for my parents…the funeral is next Friday, will you attend?”
“Of course, where and what time?”
He handed her mother a slip of paper and left.
“I don’t know what to say other than, are you sure he isn’t David?”
“I don’t know Mum, why would they do this, go to this extent?”
“I don’t know hun, but I think I should come too. Just in case…”
“Thank you, I wouldn’t have taken them in, it’s not a place for children, babies.”
“I know you wouldn’t, I…”
“Mum, thank you, thank you for everything.”
“Oh sweetheart, I am so sorry, I wish things were easier for you, I want you to know that I wish I had not believed his lies.”
“Lies?”
“Yes, what are you telling me Mum?”
“Before you two split, he came to me, told me you cheated on him, I should have never believed him.”
“He did?”
“Yes, and I know you are my daughter but he was so convincing, and …”
“Then we split, and I found out I was expecting.”
Her mother nodded.
“I can imagine you thought it was to trap him or the man he told you I cheated with?”
“Yes, but I did not care either way, grandbabies that is what I got, two beautiful little girls. They are perfect, I did not care whose they were.”
“I never cheated, never.”
“I know and when you told me that he was the one, I knew I had been sucked into his lies, for what reason I don’t know, but that man could be David. I…”
“As lost for words as I am.”
“Yes.”
“I think they have had their fill, I’ll drive us home, change them and hopefully they will sleep for an hour while I take a quick shower.”
“I can fix lunch for us, if that’s okay?”
“Mum, what you thought or believed is in the past. It’s already forgotten.”
“Thank you.”
Sarah nodded, she should be angry, but it seems David had tried to put doubt in her mother’s mind, the more she thought about the man she had loved, the more she hated him, and if he was dead, watching him put in the ground would end things for her. If there was a funeral.
 
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3/16/2017

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I am not sure where this story is going, or if I will continue it, but will leave it a few days before I decide, so really asking your opinions, this will only be for the blog, so its up to you guys....like it, want more, leave a comment below...thank you for reading.

“I never wanted this,” Sarah said, her hand on the suitcase in her hand. She had brought it the month before, but not for this, never planned to fill it with everything she owned to walk out on the man she loved.
“Then why?” he asked.
“You know why, David.”
“Sarah don’t do this, I love you, I…”
“Liar, if you loved me, you would not have cheated on me and knocked her up.”
“I…”
“Thought I didn’t know. Thought you did a great job of screwing her behind my back that I had no idea what you were doing, and to think I was going to marry you.”
“Sarah, it meant nothing. I want us to get married, I love you.”
“Is that right?”
 
A year later, Sarah stood outside the house she once lived in with David.
Three weeks after Sarah moved out, he moved her in and it seemed had forgotten all about her. Their baby arrived seven months later, earlier than expected. Sarah held the letter in her hand, she did not want to come back, but she had no choice, the letter told her she had to.
Hand on the door knocker, she let it fall.
The door opened and his mother opened the door, red eyed.
“Sarah, you came.”
“I had no choice,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Come in.”
Sarah reluctantly followed her into the house, not much had changed, except the pictures on the walls, but there were none of their child.
“Sit down,” she said, ushering her to the sofa.
Memories flooded back to her, hitting her hard, harder than she expected. They were together three years before she discovered he was cheating on her with her. She could still not bring herself to say her name.
“We cannot thank you enough for coming, we understand that this is hard for you, we wanted to reach out to you when we heard…”
“Don’t please, I should have come to see you, but…”
“We understand.”
“No, you don’t, you really don’t.”
“Sorry?”
“I hated him for doing what he did, I loved him, I did, but how could I forgive him, even now, now…”
“I understand, we do, when we found out that the baby was not even his after…after…” she began to cry, tears trickled down her cheeks.
“The baby wasn’t his?” Sarah said, looking up to his father.
“No, we wanted to take care of the child; thankfully she was not in the car he was driving when…”
“What happened?” Sarah asked, she had no idea how he died.
“An aneurysm happened, causing him to crash into the water.”
“Did he suffer?”
“No, it was quick, but Mary she drowned, she was unable to get out of the car, she…”
Sarah nodded, she wanted to feel sorry for her, but she could not find it in her heart to.
“So, how did you find out the child was not his?”
“When we went to go see our granddaughter at her mothers, this was their first night without her; they were going out to celebrate their engagement. Sorry I know you do not want to hear all this, but…”
“It’s okay; I’ve moved on, met someone new myself. He loves me and I love him and…”
“I am pleased to hear that. When we went to see the baby, because we wanted to be with her she was all we had left of our child. Her parents told us we could not see her.”
His mother cried harder.
“We asked them why, and they told us that the child was not our sons. We didn’t believe her, but the truth is, she isn’t we had her DNA tested. When we questioned them why she lied, the truth came out.”
“The truth?” Sarah leaned back on the sofa, and shook her head.
“That she wanted him for his money, for a pay-out.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know how she knew, how she found out David was left a large sum of money which he would receive when he turned twenty-five. As you know that was the same day he died.”
“I had no idea, I mean how did she?”
“I don’t know, but we now believe she trapped him with another man’s baby and would have kept up the lie, because the money was not just for him, but for his children, and the mother too.”
Sarah sighed, she had lied about moving on, how could she, she had still loved him, but she had not wanted to admit that to anyone, even herself. Every day she looked into the eyes of her babies, now a little over three months old and saw it.
Sarah had found out two days after she left David, that she too was expecting his child. Her first scan revealed she was expecting twins, she had wanted to run back to him, but could not do it, she could not bring herself to go crawling back to him.
“Sarah?”
“Sorry, I am so sorry, I wanted to tell him,  but…”
“Tell him what?”
“You are grandparents,” Sarah said, pulling out a picture from her handbag. “I should have told you, but…”
“…we are?”
Sarah nodded. “They money, I don’t want it.”
“Good, because there isn’t any, we lied.”
“What!”
“We wanted to see if you too, wanted his money, pulling out a picture of these babies, they look nothing like him.”
The door to the kitchen opened, Sarah looked up her eyes wide.

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