Nine

Baked potatoes?, Omellete?, Vegetables?, Richard, everything around her was enough to blow her mind away.

If the day started this way, Emily was in a state of eagerness to know what the day truly held for her.

She picked up a piece of omellete eggs in her fork and drove it straight into her mouth.

Closing her eyes, she explored the inner sweetness and delicious taste of the meal which calmed her nerves and found into way to comfort her previously growling stomach.

Then, suddenly, she shot her eyes open as though she remembered something, or maybe she did remember something.

Her babies. She never thought about giving her babies a bath, neither did she think of feeding them in the morning.

She had finally understood what motherhood taste like, she now had to take care of not just herself only, but her twin babies.

If only she had removed her mind from Richard, she obviously would have remembered her babies and how they were faring.

Hopefully, she had Richard to thank for the constant s