You’re My Dream (Book 1)

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Fix Everything

After I picked up the twins from Damien, we came home, and I started cooking dinner. The twins were playing in the playroom when I got another text from an unknown number. It said the usual, watch your back. I'm watching you, cliche shit. Now that I'm pregnant again, I need to take these threats seriously. I'll tell Ric as soon as he gets home.

Time passes, and we can't wait for him anymore, so I feed the kids and eat without Ric.

I put the twins to bed and sit in the living room for Ric. I call him, and he doesn't answer. This is Deja Vu from the first time I was pregnant. I'm getting distraught. I call him again and still no answer.

I call Jason, and he tells me that he hasn't seen or talked to Ric today. I think I heard Hannah in the background, so I'll have to ask her about that tomorrow.

I start to doze off on the couch, and I hear the front door. I sit up, and I see Ric stumble in. Is he drunk? My anger starts to rise instantly. We find out that I'm pregnant, and he goes and gets drunk? Was he lying when he said he was happy?

"Hey, baby," he slurs.

"Hi. You ok?" I try not to let my anger show.

He pouts. "Oh, I'm perfect now that I'm here with you."

I roll my eyes. "let's go to bed." I grab his arm and pull him towards our room. He doesn't fight me or say anything, so I take him to our room. I help him take off his clothes, and he gets in bed, and I follow him.

We are lying there, and I think he is asleep, but I hear him quietly say, "she's gonna prove the kid is mine."

I don't say anything for a bit. I'm shocked. I hear him snoring, so I can't ask him any questions. I'll have to wait until morning to ask what he meant. I lie awake for hours and finally drift to sleep.

I wake up and instantly feel sick. I run to the bathroom and throw up bile. Ugh. I'm not too fond of this part of pregnancy. I was so sick last time.

I finish vomiting and brush my teeth and wash my face. I go back into the room and notice Ric isn't in bed. It's eight am so I have no idea where he has gone.

I walk into the kitchen and see him sitting at the counter with coffee. He hears me and turns to look at me. He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. I don't say anything to him.

"I made you some toast and a little bit of coffee. I read that you can only have 8oz of caffeine a day. I heard you throwing up, so I figured toast would ease your stomach."

My heart warms. I love when he does little things like that to take care of me. I take a seat next to him and start to eat my toast and sip my coffee. The combo slightly eases my nausea.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" I ask straight away. I don't want to seem like I'm nagging, but I need to know what the hell happened. I sit quietly and wait for him to speak.

He takes a deep breath. "Hannah picked up the kids for a few hours so we could talk." I let him know that we are alone and eat my toast and wait for him to continue.

"As you know, yesterday after the doctor, I went to see my lawyer. She explained that the witch's conception and the kids' birthday match when she claimed we were together. We also got his birth certificate, and someone else's name is on it listed as the father."

I stay quiet. I know there is more coming. Something horrible.

He looks away as he speaks. "The person listed as the father is my brother." My brows furrow. I knew he had a brother but never met him. I don't know much about him. He doesn't ever talk about him.

He breaks me from my thoughts. "He's so my twin brother Ryn. Identical twin." He slightly chuckles. I want to ask what the hell is he laughing about, but I decide against it.

"Oh," I squeak out. I have a sudden blank moment. My brain fogs, and I feel dumb for asking. "What does this mean?" I ask quietly. I think I know what it means, but I need to hear it from him.

"It means that mine and his DNA are the same. It will say that I am the boy's father. Ms. Stevens is asking a doctor about all of this. But I have a feeling it's not going to go in my favor. I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry all this is happening. I know it's this stress isn't good for you and the babies." His voice cracks a little at the end. He never gets emotional, so I know this is taking a toll on him.

I take a deep breath. He is caught up in all this mess and is still thinking about the babies and me.

"It's ok. Everything's going to be fine. We will fight this. If you say that you didn't sleep with her, I believe you. We will continue to fight her on paternity. It all makes sense now. Why he looks so much like you." I reassure him that I believe him. Admittedly, I did have doubts about him having sex with her. But I quickly came to my senses. I know he wouldn't lie to me. I truly trust him.

"I know." He says grimly.

"Why did you come home so late?" I don't want to ask, but I need to know. The little voice in the back of my mind tells me that he went back to his old habits of hooking up with random women, but I push the thoughts away quickly.

"Well, after I saw his name on the birth certificate, I went to my parent's house to speak with them. I know he lives with them off and on, and I was hoping he was there."

"Was he?"

"He sure was. I asked him about Rebecca and the kid, and he told me everything. He was actually bragging that he was with her the whole time I was, and he knows that it's his son, not mine. He also knows that's she trying to pin the kid on me for money, and he doesn't care. He wants the money too. We stopped talking years ago because he always asked me for money, and he would always pretend to be me. He always tried to ruin my reputation. I cut him off and stopped speaking to him. Apparently, he is still pissed about it." He chuckles again. I am glad he still has a sense of humor. If it were me, I would be crying all day and night.

"So what now?" I grab his hand and ask cautiously.

He squeezes my hand. "As you said, we fight this. I did record the conversation yesterday, so hopefully, it will do some good. After talking to him, I spoke to my dad and told him everything, and I had a few drinks. My dad blamed it all on me. He's pissed too because I cut them off." He starts shaking his head. I can't believe his dad would say that to him. I am appalled by this.

"Wow, I'm sorry." I hug him and comfort him. He doesn't need all this. He works so hard for his money. His family pisses me off.

"Don't stress about this. Let me handle everything. I promise to get rid of this problem." He says and kisses me.

"I know you will." I smile at him because I know he will do everything he can to fix this.
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