Chapter 5 CH 5

Mia's Point Of View

I tried calling my dad with my new phone, but his number wasn't reachable. 'He didn't even try to contact me when he didn't hear from me' I thought.

"Why doesn't he care?" I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door. I quickly wiped my tears and opened the door, only to see Dylan standing at the entrance of my house.

"What happened?? Are you crying?" he asked, as his eyes were filled with concern.

"Mia, what's wrong?" He questioned again, as I ushered him ingo my house. He sat very close to me, looking at me with worry on his face.

"It's my dad," I said, wiping my eyes. "I can't reach him, and he hasn't called me." I sniffed back my tears.

Dylan hugged me tightly, and whispered, "You're not alone, Mia. You have me, and I am always here for you."

"I just feel so unloved," I confessed, my voice breaking, and I kept wiping the tears that refused to stop.

"You're not unloved," Dylan said firmly. "I'm here for you, always."

For the first time that day, I felt a little bit better. Maybe I wasn't as alone as I thought.

Dylan and I have been great friends. Sometimes we go out together, and people think he is my husband, but that's not true. He is always there for me, and I appreciate him so much.

"Let's do something fun," Dylan proposed, trying to cheer me up.

"How about we go to the park?" he suggested.

I nodded, smiling a little. "That sounds nice."

As we walked to the park, Dylan kept making silly jokes and funny faces, trying to make me laugh. I couldn't help but giggle at his jokes.

"See, there's that beautiful smile," Dylan said, grinning. "I knew I could make you laugh."

"Thanks, Dylan," I said, feeling grateful. "You're the best friend anyone could ask for."

At the park, we sat on a bench and watched the kids play. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over everything.

"You know, Mia," Dylan said softly, "it's okay to feel sad sometimes. But remember, you're not alone. You have people who care about you."

I looked at him and nodded. "Thanks, Dylan. I needed to hear that."

We sat in silence, watching as the kids played. At that moment, I realized that even though my dad wasn't around, I still had people who loved me.

One evening, as I was having my dinner, I heard a knock on the door. It was Dylan.

"Hey, Sarah," he said, stepping inside. "How are you holding up?"

I sighed, trying to smile. "It's been tough, Dylan. The twins are a handful, they are always troubling my stomach."

Dylan nodded sympathetically. "I wish I could be here more often. My travels keep me away."

On my due date of birth, I was alone. The contractions started in the middle of the night. Panic set in as I realized there was no one to help me.

I grabbed my phone and called Dylan. His phone went straight to voicemail. "Dylan, it's Sarah. I think... I think the babies are coming. Please, hurry."

Time seems to me to be longer. I was about to give up hope when I heard a loud bang on the door.

It was Dylan. Breathless, he asked, "Mia! Are you okay?" he shouted, rushing to my side.

"Thank God you're here," I gasped, clutching my stomach. "We need to go. Now."

Dylan helped me into his car and sped to the hospital. I could barely keep my eyes open from the pain.

At the hospital, everything was a blur. Nurses, doctors, bright lights. Dylan held my hand through it all.

"You can do this, Mia," he whispered. "I'm here."

Hours later, I lay exhausted but relieved, with the twins safely in my arms. Dylan smiled at me, his eyes full of pride.

"You did it, Mia," he said softly.

"You brought them into the world." he stated, with a large smile on his face.

Tears of joy and relief streamed down my face. "Thank you, Dylan. I couldn't have done it without you." I murmured, as I drifted off to sleep.

FIVE YEARS LATER

Ashton, stop bullying your sister!" I called from the kitchen while making breakfast.

"Did you hear what Mommy said, Ashy?" Ashley asked her brother, grinning.

Ashton rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I heard."

I smiled to myself as I flipped the pancakes. Even without their father, they were such happy kids. But they often asked about him. Dylan tried to fill that role, but he had his own life and work.

"Mummy, Ashton said we're going to meet our daddy today. Is that true?" Ashley asked, her eyes wide with hope.

"No, baby, not yet," I said, kneeling to her level and giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "When the time is right, you'll meet your daddy."

"But when will that be?" Ashton asked, joining us at the counter. "Will it be soon?"

"I can't say exactly when," I replied, looking into their eager faces. "But I promise, you'll know him when the time comes."

Ashley pouted. "I wish he could be here now."

"I know, sweetie," I said, hugging her. "But we have each other, and that's what matters."

Ashton nudged Ashley. "Come on, let's finish our breakfast. Maybe Mommy will tell us more stories about Daddy."

Ashley brightened up. "Yes! Mommy, can you tell us one while we eat?"

I gave them a sad smile, only if they knew what happened, I thought.

Taking care of the twins hasn't been easy for me without any support. Although I have Dylan as a friend, Dylan is a traveler, and most of the time I am left on my own.

"Ashton, Ashley, breakfast is ready. Come and eat your food before you get late for school," I shouted from the dining room, as they came running to the table while bickering at each other.

"Have always told you guys not to run around the house, you are going to get hurt," I explained, and they laughed, and they kept chasing each other around the dinner table.

"Mummy, Ashley is going to bite me like a vampire," Ashley said with her little tiny voice.

"Enough of the play and eat your food," I told them, as they sat down to eat their breakfast. After eating, I dropped them off at their school as I drove off to the cafeteria.

I saw someone I have never seen in five years.