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Chapter 10

~~ Kat POV ~~
The next day after I wake up, I go downstairs to see the guys lying on the couch cuddling each other while they sleep. I pull my phone from my back pocket and take a picture of them as I chuckle at them. After I take the picture, I head to the kitchen to make some coffee so I can start my day. While the coffee is brewing, I hear a groan from the doorway. I look over and see Trey standing there stretching his arms.
“Troy still sleep?” I asked, turning back to the coffee.
“Nah, he went to the bathroom,” Trey says, sleep evident in his voice.
“You sleep well?” I ask, a smirk on my face.
“Yeah, why?”
“Oh, no reason, just this!!” I say as I bust out laughing.

“Kat, delete that picture!!”
“I will never delete this picture; it’s my new background,” I scream as he starts chasing me around the kitchen.
“Troy, stop her! She has incriminating photos of us!”
“Huh. Ugh!” He groans as I run into his chest.
“Oof,” I exclaim as I lose my balance falling back.
I close my eyes, bracing for the impact of my body hitting the floor, but it never comes. Instead, I feel two strong hands grab my waist, putting my back into an upright position. I open my eyes when I feel two more hands, the ones already on my body. As soon as I make eye contact with Troy, I feel a shiver run down my spine. I feel Trey’s breath on my neck as he moves my hair over my shoulder. I close my eyes and moan when I feel him start kissing up and down the side of my neck, stopping to suck on one of my hotspots right behind my ear. I start to melt into Troy’s grip when I’m startled by my phone ringing on the countertop behind us. They both step back, leaving me feeling cold from the loss of their body contact. Troy keeps his hands on my hips to steady me before letting me walk to where my phone is sitting. Picking my phone up, I check the caller ID to see that it’s my mother calling me.
Me: Hi, mommy. How are you guys doing out there in Orlando?
Mommy: Hi, sweetness. We’re doing well. The girls are passed out from yesterday’s activities.
Me: Mom, are you trying to kill my daughters?
Mommy: I could never hurt my princesses.
Me: Well, what are the plans for today?
Mommy: I was thinking today we could go to Universal Studios.
Me: Wait, are you telling me you didn’t take them to Universal yesterday?!
Mommy: They wanted to go to Animal Kingdom so bad. And who am I to say no to those adorable little pouty faces.
Me: They do have some adorable faces, don’t they?
Mommy: Yeah, they do. So how have you been with this well-deserved vacation?
Me: I’ve been doing fine. I finally came to terms with my parents’ death yesterday.
Mommy: Are you okay? Do we need to come back?
Me: No, no, don’t come back for me. I’ll be fine. My bosses came by and made sure that I was alright.
Mommy: Your bosses? Your hot bosses, you were telling me about the other week?!
Me: Mom, I did not say they were hot!!
Mommy: I believe your exact words were “sexy as hell, willing to sin for them hot” were they not?
Me: I don’t remember.
Mommy: Ooh, are they there?!
Me: Yes, mother. They are here.
Mommy: Hi, boys.
Me: Mom, stop flirting!! For chrissakes, you’re a married woman!
Mommy: Oh, it’s nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting; ask your father.
Me: I’m good.
Mommy: Ok, I’ll stop embarrassing you, Kat. Well, I’ll call you when the girls wake up. Boys, try not to break her too bad while I’m gone, please?
Me: MOMMM!!! Please, stop! I’ll talk to you when the girls wake up. Bye!!
Mommy: Bye, sweetness. I love you.
Me: Love you, too.
Ends call
“I’m sorry about that. She tends not to have a filter sometimes.” I say to the boys.
“No, she’s fine and right. We should try not to break you too much while she’s gone.” Troy says with a chuckle.
“Stop messing with her, brother. Who knows, she might want us to break her.”
“Both of you stop, please?!”
“Ok, ok, we’ll stop.”
As we’re talking, I plate the food and set it on the bar in front of the boys. Once they start eating, I grab my plate and head over to the kitchen table to eat my food. After I finished eating, I washed and put up the dishes as Troy’s phone rings signaling an incoming phone call. Troy walks into the living room while Trey stays behind to keep me company. By the time I finish putting the dishes up, Troy has walked back into the kitchen, whispering something into Trey’s ear. Trey stands up and goes to the living room area, leaving me alone with his brother.
“What’s wrong?”
“Tiffany has to take her best friend, who just recently found out she was pregnant, to the ER, and she doesn’t want to be alone.”
“Oh, well, I can give you guys a ride to the hospital.”
“Thanks a lot, Kat.”
“No problem, Troy.”
After my conversation with Troy, we both head our separate ways, me to my bedroom to get dressed and him to the living room to pack up his things. I walk into my closet and rifle through my many clothes before settling on a pastel blue skirt and a white one-shoulder crop top paired with some black and white converse. I head into the bathroom to try and wrangle my hair into a presentable style and do my makeup. All in all, I finish getting ready in about 20 minutes and head downstairs to see the guys are waiting for me by the front door. I head downstairs and see the guys standing by the front door waiting for me while I grab my purse, keys, and phone. We get into the car and head to Methodist Central, the closest hospital to their house, about a 15-minute drive from my house. When we get there, I pull up to the emergency room doors to let them out. They get out of the car with promises to call me when they get some information. Since I have nothing to do for the rest of the day, I decide to go grocery shopping. After I finish running my errands, I head back to the house. Once I finish putting groceries up, I grab my phone and head into the living room and take a seat on the couch. I sit for what feels like hours, but in reality is only about 2 minutes, staring at the number on my phone. I finally muster up the courage to press the call button and put the phone up to my ear. I feel my heart start to race as I hear the line ringing; I hope that no one answers the phone with everything in me. Sadly, I have no such luck when I hear a man’s voice say hello.
Random Man: Hello?
Me: Hi, I’m looking for Delores Umbridge.
Random Man: I’m her husband, William Umbridge. May I ask who this is calling?
Me: Sorry, I’m her niece, Katarina Jackson.
William: Katarina Jackson, you say? Well, can I take a message and a number so I can give it to my wife when she gets home?
Me: Sure, my number is 888-7510. And my name is spelled K-A-T-A-R-I-N-A J-A-C-K-S-O-N.
William: Ok, I’ll give her the message when she gets back from her errands.
Me: Thank you.
William: Yes, goodbye.
Me: Goodbye.
Ends Call
As soon as I hang up the call, my phone starts vibrating in my hand, signaling an incoming call. I look down and see that my mom is calling me, thinking it’s because the girls have woken up; I answer casually.
Me: Hi, mama.
Mommy: Hi, is this Katarina Jackson?
Me: Yes, this is she. Who is this?
Mommy: My name is Doctor Monroe at Florida Hospital Orlando. I am calling to inform you that your mother and father were involved in a car accident in the last hour. I’m sorry to tell you, but they didn’t make it.
Me: What? Oh my god, my daughters! What happened to my daughters?!
Dr. Monroe: Your daughters are ok; they walked away with minor injuries between the two of them. Right now, we have a social worker sitting with them, waiting for your arrival to pick them up.
Me: I’ll be there as soon as I can. Thank you for calling me, Dr. Monroe.
Dr. Monroe: No problem, Ms. Jackson.
Ends Call
I sit on the couch for 10 minutes in complete shock over what the doctor has just told me about my parents. Finally, I call Troy and let him know the situation and ask for a few days off work. Once I get off the phone with Troy, I head upstairs and pack a small bag for my trip to Florida. While I’m packing my bag, I call my parent's estate lawyer to inform him of the tragedy that has transcended us. After hanging up with him, I call the pilot of my parent’s private jet and ask him if he can be ready to leave within the next hour on course to Florida. We make plans to be in the air within the hour en route to Orlando. I finally finish packing my bag, so I grab my purse, phone, and keys and head to my car to go to the airport. It takes me about 30 minutes to get to the airport and another 15 to get on the tarmac. Within an hour of the phone call that has changed my life, I am in the air on my way to Orlando, Florida, to pick up my daughters and have my parent's bodies shipped back to Texas. We make it to Orlando in about 3 hours; when we get there, a car is waiting for me once I get off the plane. I get in and ask the driver to take me to Florida Hospital Orlando's emergency room. Once we get there, I rush into the emergency room and ask the nurse at the front desk where I can find my daughters.
The nurse, whose name I find to be Georgia, asks me for their names with a bored look in her eyes. As I’m telling her their names, when I hear a tiny but loud voice yell out, MOMMA!! I turn around to see my two beautiful baby girls running towards me full force. I drop down to my knees as they run into my arms, smothering them with kisses as I hug them, squeezing them tightly until they whine out that they can’t breathe. I loosen my grip just enough for them to breathe out a sigh of relief. I look behind them to see a handsome doctor walking towards us with a slight smile on his face. I stand up, keeping hold of the girls’ hands while I look at who I assume to be Dr. Monroe.
“Hi, Mrs. Jackson. I’m Dr. Monroe.” He says with a grim small on his face.
“Hi, Dr. Monroe, it’s Ms. Jackson. And please call me Kat.” I say back with a sad look in my eyes.
“I’m sorry you had to come down here under such horrible circumstances.” He says grimly.
“It’s fine. Thank you for calling me and for taking care of my beautiful daughters.” I say, smiling down at my daughters.
“It was no problem taking care of these two angels.” He says, with a slight smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.
“Angels, you don’t think that’s stretching it a bit. These two would make Satan want to pull his hair out.” I say with a chuckle.
“Oh, I feel as if they would give even the best parent a run for his or her money.” He says, with a slight chuckle as well.
“They definitely will and have,” I say wistfully.
“Well, should we head down to the morgue so that you can make the IDs?” He asks with grim determination.
“Uh… yeah, we should. Is there anywhere I can leave them? I don’t want to expose them to this.” I ask as I look down at my daughters, who look back at me with mega-watt smiles on their faces.
“Yea, sure. Hey, Georgia, can you watch these two young ladies for a few minutes while I take their mom down to the morgue?” He asks the nurse sitting at the front desk, who looks at my daughters like their devils.
“Sure, Dr. Monroe. Why don’t you two come with me to the breakroom, and we get you some snacks, yeah?” She asks, perking up at the thought of doing something good for the doctor.
“Well, follow me.” He says as we start towards where the elevators sit.
Once we get in the elevator, he pushes the button with a big white M on it. We ride the elevator in silence, the only sound being the ding as we pass the floors. Once we get to the floor housing the morgue, we exit the elevator and walk me down the hall to a large window. On the other side of the window, a mortician stands between two tables with bodies covered by white sheets on them. Dr. Monroe looks in my direction before knocking on the glass twice, signaling to the mortician. The mortician moves towards the table on her right and pulls the sheet from over Mrs. Kathy’s face. I intake a sharp breath and nod my head, indicating that the woman on the table is my surrogate mother. He knocks on the glass once to signal that the mortician can cover the body. She then moves over to the second body in the room and pulls the sheet from over my surrogate father’s face. I nod my head again as tears stream down my face telling Dr. Monroe that those are both of my parents lying lifeless in the room before us. Once again, he knocks on the window to signal to the mortician to cover the body. We walk down the hallway towards the elevators in complete silence. The only sound to be heard is the sobs wracking through my body. We finally make it back upstairs and walk into the breakroom to see my daughters sitting at a table playing Go Fish with Georgia. Before the girls can notice us, I pull Dr. Monroe to the side to ask him a question.
“So when can I take their bodies back to Texas?” I ask as I sniffle, trying to hold my tears.
“Well, you should be able to sign them out by tomorrow, and we can have them shipped to a funeral home by the end of the week.” He tells me in a comforting tone.
“Thank you, Dr. Monroe. Really I don’t know what I would have done without you here to help me.” I say emotionally.
“It’s my job, Ms. Jackson.”
“Still, thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
After our conversation, we walk into the breakroom once again; this time, the girls notice us immediately. They jump up and start running towards me, abandoning their game with Georgia. I squat down in time to catch them in my arms, squeezing them until they giggle, saying that they can’t breathe. I loosen my hold on them and let them take a step back, and grab their hands as I straighten to a standing position. I look down at them with so much love in my eyes, happy that they are alright even if it meant never seeing my parents again. As the three of us walk out of the hospital, I pull my phone out and call after saying bye to Dr. Monroe. We get into the car, and I tell the driver to take us to the hospital closest to the hospital and settle in for the ride with the girls. When we get to the hotel, the girls and I go up to our room on the 8th floor, and we take a few hours to relax before we head down for dinner in the hotel restaurant. As we eat dinner, the girls tell me about all the fun they had with the grandparents, telling me all about the EPCOT center and the many things they saw and did. We are eating our dinner when the girls start begging me to let them order chocolate cake for dinner. It doesn’t take long for me to give in considering the events of the day, so when the waiter comes by our table again, I order three single-serve triple chocolate lava cakes for the girls and me. After dinner, I pay our check and herd the girls into the elevators and down the hallway to our room. Once we get into our room, I have the girls get ready to take their baths as I run some warm water in the tub for them.
After the water has been run and I check to make sure the temperature is warm enough, I call the girls in and have them get in the tub. While the water was running, I put in their bubble bath solution and a few drops of vanilla-scented oils, which they love. I let them play in the bubbles for about 5 minutes before washing them and having them dry off before helping them into their unicorn pajamas. By the time they finish getting dressed and do their nighttime routine, I give them their medicine and tuck them into bed before closing the door as I walk into the living room. I took a seat on the couch with a heavy sigh before picking up my phone and calling Troy. As I wait for him to pick up the phone, I grab the remote to the TV and start scrolling through the channels. When he picks up the phone, I set the remote down on the couch beside me.
T: Hey, Kat.
M: Hey, you. What are you doing?
T: Sitting here at the house with Tiffany and Trey. We were waiting for you to call actually.
M: You guys didn’t have to wait up for me, but thank you. I just needed to talk to someone.
T: What happened, Kat? Is it the girls?! Your parents?!
M: My parents died in the car crash, but the girls came out with a few scrapes and bruises. The doctor said to have them checked out when we get home, but they should be okay.
T: I’m so sorry, Kat. I know how hard it is to lose your parents. Just know we are here for you if you need anything at all.
M: Thank you, guys. I really appreciate you guys being there for me.
T: Anytime, Kat. We will always be here for you.
M: Well, I should go. I have a long day tomorrow, and I need to get some sleep.
T: Ok, well, call us when you wake up in the morning. We’ll see you and the girls when you get back to Dallas.
M: Will do. Goodnight, Troy. Tell Trey and Tiffany I said hi and goodnight. And get some sleep and quit worrying about me, Troy.
T: I’ll go to sleep, but I’ll never quit worrying about you, Kat.
M: Anyway, I’ll call you guys tomorrow. Bye, Troy.
T: Bye, Kat
Ends call
~~ Troy POV ~~
After I hang up with Kat, I look over at my brother and sister, who are looking at me expectantly for any information.
“Her parents died in the car accident, but the twins are doing ok, just a few scrapes and bruises,” I say to my siblings, repeating what Kat said to me.
“Does she need anything?” Tiffany asks, looking at me with tears in her eyes.
“She just needs us to be there for her, princess,” I say as I pull Tiff into my arms, hugging her tightly.
“When did she say she and the girls were coming back?” Trey asks.
“She said they would be back either tomorrow or Wednesday,” I tell them.
“Well, she’s gonna need all the help she can get with the twins considering her parents were helping her out,” Trey says thoughtfully.
“Well, I can help out by watching the girls when she has to work, and I’m not in school,” Tiff says as she pulls her feet under her body.
“Yeah, and we can give her fewer hours at the shop and restaurant,” I say.
“Yeah, but we would have to hire someone to take over those hours she isn’t working,” Trey says, looking down at his phone.
“That will be easy to do. I just don’t want to overwork her right now.” I say, grabbing my phone as it buzzes beside me.
“Who is that?” Tiff asks.
“No one, nosy,” I reply.
“Whatever.” She says, rolling her eyes with a slight smile on her face.
“Well, I have to get to bed. I’m going to visit Sabrina tomorrow.” She says, getting up from the couch and stretching.
“Goodnight, Tink!” We yell as she walks up the stairs.
“Night, assholes!” She yells back.
“So what do you think about this whole Sabrina situation?” I ask Trey.
“What do you mean?” He asks, looking up from his phone.
“I know you, and her slept together a couple of months ago,” I whisper, cutting my eyes over to the staircase.
“How did you find out?” He asks, now whispering as well.
“Bro, you’re my brother. I can tell when you’ve fucked someone. You act all weird and happy and goofy and shit for a few days. And depending on who it is, you’ve fucked if you know them, you act all weird around them.” I tell him in a ‘duh’ tone of voice.
“But how did you know I fucked Sabrina, though?” He asked as his cheeks tinted red.
“These past couple of months, whenever you and Sabrina were in the same room, you would act all cagey and guilty. But I really knew for sure the other week when she was over here, and you didn’t want to be left alone in the room with her.” I say, looking down at my phone as it vibrates again.
“Ok, first, don’t judge me. She was legal when it happened, and besides, it was only the one time, and it only happened because I was horny, and she came over drunk and horny. One thing led to another, and the next morning, we both regretted it and agreed it would never happen again. And it hasn’t happened since just I feel like she wants it to, and I don’t want it to be awkward between us.” He tells me, looking down in shame.
“Hey, I’m not gonna pretend to get it, but I won’t snitch you out to Tiff. The same way she scares you when she’s angry, she scares me.” I say with a chuckle.
“Thanks, bro.” He says with a smile.
“You know I got you, little bro,” I say with a chuckle.
“But anyway, what am I supposed to do if I am the father of Sabrina’s baby?” He asks me with a serious look on his face.
“Well, first, you should talk to her and get a paternity test to find out if you really are the father. And then if you find out you are, you both need to tell Tiffany what happened and what you guys plan to do.” I say, picking up my phone as it vibrates again.
“Who is texting you so much this time of night?” He asks as he snatches my phone from me reading the texts.
“Why is Ashley texting you?” He asks, looking at me weirdly.
“She’s been trying to link up to talk lately,” I say with a shrug
“And obviously, you have been entertaining her ideas of grandeur.” He says, looking back at my phone.
“All I did was say we could meet up at the coffee shop down the street tomorrow afternoon,” I say, reaching for my phone.
“Well, from what I read, she wants to get back together with us. And instead of meeting both of us at the same time, she’s trying to get you on her side so you can talk me into giving her another chance.” He tells me, looking at me with suspicious eyes.
“Even if she did want to get back together with us, which I highly doubt she does, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna fall for her tricks again,” I say, getting slightly defensive.
“Well doesn’t matter either way because I’m gonna come with you on this little date.” He says, effectively ending the conversation.
We end up sitting on the couch for another hour, just talking and laughing before we went to bed. When I get to my room, I decide to take a quick shower before getting in the bed. As I’m getting out of the shower, I hear my phone ping with an incoming text. After I wrap a towel around my waist, I walk over to my phone to check who it is texting me. I am surprised to see that it isn’t Ashley texting me as I originally thought; instead, Kat started a group chat with Trey and me.
Kat: Hey, u guys up?
Trey: Yea.
Me: Yeah, what’s up?
Kat: I just couldn’t sleep and thought I would text you guys.
Me: Well, that’s understandable. You’ve been through a lot today.
Trey: How are you and the twins holding up?
Kat: The twins are taking this better than I am. Although I think that’s more because they don’t really understand what’s going on.
Trey: Yeah, Tiff didn’t really understand what was going on when we told her that our parents had died. Eventually, we had to tell her again when she was older why we didn’t have a mom and dad like all of her friends.
Kat: Omg, I didn’t think about how this would affect you guys. I’m sorry if I’m being insensitive.
Me: You’re okay, Kitten. We accepted our parents’ death a long time ago.
Kat: Still, I don’t want to be a burden on you guys.
Me: You’re not a burden, Kat. You’re our friend, and we want to make sure you’re ok.
Trey: Exactly.
Kat: Well, thanks for being here for me, you guys. I’m getting a little tired, so I’m gonna try to get some rest before the girls wake up in the morning.
Trey: Night Kit-Kat.
Me: Night Kitten.
As we’re texting Kat, I have put on a pair of grey sweatpants and sat on the side of my bed. Once she goes to sleep, I lay down under the blanket on my bed and stare at the ceiling before I slowly drift off to sleep.

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