"Sorry. I was not there with you when you gave birth to our twins," I said. I was so sorry and remorseful then that I missed the most important event in our lives. But instead she scolded me and criticized me, she just smiled and squeezed my hand holding her hand.
"You don't have to. It's already in the past. That part of our lives where it became a reason for us to be more stable and appreciate the simple and even small things in the world, be contented and happy with who and what is here. And you and them (she looked at the twins in the backseat that the two just smiled. And caressed her tummy) you are just enough for me. (She squeezed my hand too tightly. Shit! My bones will break here.) So please hurry up, Frederik. The water will dry me up." I nodded, and pulled my hand into her grip but damn. She doesn't want to let it go, and this is what I'm saying a while ago.
"Aww. My wife, it hurts," I said and stopped the car in front of the emergency. The stretcher was ready there, and our Mom and Dad and Grandpa Rafael and Leonardo were also waiting, when we found out that they were the ones who caused Diana's scandal. And Leysa and I are right, they are manipulating it all, that's why it just depends on Leysa and me whether it will be a happy ending or not. And of course we choose the best result that it could ever be for both of us.
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"Papa, it looks like Leyley ..." Freda said while looking and holding the small and soft hand of Frederiko Leo, my youngest. Leysa has given birth and we are all here in her hospital room, Mommy Rizza and Ysabela, Daddy Ferdinand and John, Grandpa Rafael and Leonardo, Edward and Hana are also here with their two-year-old daughter, Ma. Hanibella who is busy playing with her dolls. I noticed earlier that Leyson was looking at her while sitting next to his mother on the bed. Hmm. I tapped him in his shoulder.
"Hey, young man! (He looked at me for a moment and looked back at Hani.) You like Hani?" I asked him and he frowned.
"No, Pa. You are imagining things again." He replied and I just smiled.
"Then why can't you take your eyes off her?" I'm talking to him, but he's still busy looking at the girl.
"Nothing. It's just that, how her hair color became like that, like the hair of the Barbie doll," he asked curiously. I laughed.
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