Nightmare
Just another Flashback
I woke and looked around my room.
“Damn it!"
That was the third night in a row that I had that same dream. Well I should say flashback because that wasn’t a dream it was my life seven almost and a half years ago. I turned and knocked over the picture on my nightstand again and I then pick it up and looked at the clock.
“Fuck!”
The clock had read the same time as the other nights; 2:30am.
I got out of the bed and walked out of my room and to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle water out of the fridge was about to walk back to my room with I saw a note on the counter with a book that I knew wasn't there before I when to bed.
I picked up the cookbook opening it and looking at some of the pages smiling to myself as I closed it and then grabbed my water, sat the book back on the counter and walked back to my room. On the way back I stopped and walked into my daughter’s room. I walked over to her bed and kissed her cheek and pulled the cover up on her a little and then walked out and shut the door. I then walked across the hall and walked into my son’s room and did the same thing. Once I was back in my room I drank my water and then tried to go back to sleep.
**Flashback***
“STARLA?”
“Yeah?”
“I think my water just broke.”
“OH MY GOD!!! DANNY!!!! MOMMMY!!!!”
My sober mother (she has been sober since I told her I was pregnant) and brother-in-law ran into the living room and looked at my sister.
“The babies are coming.”
“Ok I’ll get the car.”
“And I’ll get the bags.”
My mother ran upstairs to get the bags and Danny ran and pulled the car around to the front of the house.
“Are you hurt pretty bad?”
“No not….holy shit!!!!”
“I take that as a yes.”
When we got to the hospital I was already at a 4 so I got a room on the labor and devliery floor and waited until they told me to push. I was in labor four 17 hours. I had fraternal twins a boy and a girl who I thought looked just like their father.
“What are you gonna name them?” My mother asked as I help both of the babies.
“Zachary James and Zoë Jaden.”
“So you naming him after Zacky?”
“Yes.”
“So their going to have Zacky’s last name?” Danny asked with a anger look.
“Yes.”
“Why would you do that? He’s a piece of shit Jayla?”
“Dan don’t.” My sister warned as she looked at me and then the babies.
“You need to rethink this.”
“Daniel she wants to name her kids after their father and there’s nothing wrong with it. Plus if we have to we can always get child support if she wants to do that.” My mother said as she took Zoë from me and kissed her forehead.
“Zoë and Zacky. I like the called of that….or maybe ZJ if you don’t want to here Zack’s name all the time.”
“ZJ?”
“Yeah Zack Jr.”
“Oh sorry I had a blonde moment.” We all laughed as I handed Zacky to my sister and my mother handed me Zoë.”
**End of flashback**
“Mommy.”
“What baby?” I asked as I looked up and saw my twins standing in the door way. Zacky in his transformer pjs and Zoë in her Princess pjs.
“We can’t sleep.”
“Come here then.” I said as I pulled back the cover and they both got in Zoë on my right and Zacky on the left.
“Mommy.”
“Yes Zoë.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just did.”
“Shut up Zacky I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Hay hay…don’t tell your brother to shut up and Zacky don’t interrupt your sister went she’s talking. Go ahead Zoë.”
“Can we see our daddy?”
“What?”
“I wanna see our daddy. I mean face to face not in pictures.”
“Um…I don’t know where you daddy is.”
“I do.”
“Huh?”
“I saw him on TV last night and it said him was here.”
“Huh? You saw him on TV? Doing what?” I sat up and looked at my daughter who was a clone of her father. Darker skin sandy brown hair and the same piercing green eyes. Well hell so was Zacky I’ll tell you if they were lighter and had black hair my children wouldn't even look like they belong to me.
“Mommy?”
“Yes.”
“Can we?”
“I don’t wanna meet him. I hate him.” Zacky said as he folder his arms and frowned which made him like just like his father, but I would never tell him that.
“Don’t say you hate him. You don’t hate him you’re just mad at him.”
“I don’t wanna see him ever mommy. If Zoë wants to meet him she can.”
“Baby I’ll see if I can get in touch with him okay.”
“Okay.”
“Now go to sleep.”
“Night mommy we love you.”
“I love you two so much.” I said as I kissed them both and we lay down.
“Damn it!"
That was the third night in a row that I had that same dream. Well I should say flashback because that wasn’t a dream it was my life seven almost and a half years ago. I turned and knocked over the picture on my nightstand again and I then pick it up and looked at the clock.
“Fuck!”
The clock had read the same time as the other nights; 2:30am.
I got out of the bed and walked out of my room and to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle water out of the fridge was about to walk back to my room with I saw a note on the counter with a book that I knew wasn't there before I when to bed.
Hay sissy,
I stopped by and dropped that cook book you wanted from mommy. She said to call her and later and she will walk you through it.
XoXo
*Star*
I picked up the cookbook opening it and looking at some of the pages smiling to myself as I closed it and then grabbed my water, sat the book back on the counter and walked back to my room. On the way back I stopped and walked into my daughter’s room. I walked over to her bed and kissed her cheek and pulled the cover up on her a little and then walked out and shut the door. I then walked across the hall and walked into my son’s room and did the same thing. Once I was back in my room I drank my water and then tried to go back to sleep.
**Flashback***
“STARLA?”
“Yeah?”
“I think my water just broke.”
“OH MY GOD!!! DANNY!!!! MOMMMY!!!!”
My sober mother (she has been sober since I told her I was pregnant) and brother-in-law ran into the living room and looked at my sister.
“The babies are coming.”
“Ok I’ll get the car.”
“And I’ll get the bags.”
My mother ran upstairs to get the bags and Danny ran and pulled the car around to the front of the house.
“Are you hurt pretty bad?”
“No not….holy shit!!!!”
“I take that as a yes.”
When we got to the hospital I was already at a 4 so I got a room on the labor and devliery floor and waited until they told me to push. I was in labor four 17 hours. I had fraternal twins a boy and a girl who I thought looked just like their father.
“What are you gonna name them?” My mother asked as I help both of the babies.
“Zachary James and Zoë Jaden.”
“So you naming him after Zacky?”
“Yes.”
“So their going to have Zacky’s last name?” Danny asked with a anger look.
“Yes.”
“Why would you do that? He’s a piece of shit Jayla?”
“Dan don’t.” My sister warned as she looked at me and then the babies.
“You need to rethink this.”
“Daniel she wants to name her kids after their father and there’s nothing wrong with it. Plus if we have to we can always get child support if she wants to do that.” My mother said as she took Zoë from me and kissed her forehead.
“Zoë and Zacky. I like the called of that….or maybe ZJ if you don’t want to here Zack’s name all the time.”
“ZJ?”
“Yeah Zack Jr.”
“Oh sorry I had a blonde moment.” We all laughed as I handed Zacky to my sister and my mother handed me Zoë.”
**End of flashback**
“Mommy.”
“What baby?” I asked as I looked up and saw my twins standing in the door way. Zacky in his transformer pjs and Zoë in her Princess pjs.
“We can’t sleep.”
“Come here then.” I said as I pulled back the cover and they both got in Zoë on my right and Zacky on the left.
“Mommy.”
“Yes Zoë.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just did.”
“Shut up Zacky I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Hay hay…don’t tell your brother to shut up and Zacky don’t interrupt your sister went she’s talking. Go ahead Zoë.”
“Can we see our daddy?”
“What?”
“I wanna see our daddy. I mean face to face not in pictures.”
“Um…I don’t know where you daddy is.”
“I do.”
“Huh?”
“I saw him on TV last night and it said him was here.”
“Huh? You saw him on TV? Doing what?” I sat up and looked at my daughter who was a clone of her father. Darker skin sandy brown hair and the same piercing green eyes. Well hell so was Zacky I’ll tell you if they were lighter and had black hair my children wouldn't even look like they belong to me.
“Mommy?”
“Yes.”
“Can we?”
“I don’t wanna meet him. I hate him.” Zacky said as he folder his arms and frowned which made him like just like his father, but I would never tell him that.
“Don’t say you hate him. You don’t hate him you’re just mad at him.”
“I don’t wanna see him ever mommy. If Zoë wants to meet him she can.”
“Baby I’ll see if I can get in touch with him okay.”
“Okay.”
“Now go to sleep.”
“Night mommy we love you.”
“I love you two so much.” I said as I kissed them both and we lay down.
8/2/13