Twenty-five

ARABELLA.

Damon and Declan ran to me from the stairs, they jumped on me wrapping their tiny legs around my torso. I was wearing a white penciled gown that stopped over my knee and they took the pleasure of staining it with their lollipop.

“Oh, you two just had to leave your stain on Mommy!” I carried them both although they were both heavy. I have been gaining some muscles. It had been five years, my children had grown and sometimes I get scared that they would bring their mates to me one day. James names my kids and he used the letter ‘D’ to name name; Daman, Declan, and Delinda. My three adorable kids.

They have the most beautiful hazel eyes that sometimes make me remember their father. Rhys had brown eyes with a hint of yellow in them. Looking at my kids often got me remembering him. Delinda took my eyes though but she took her father’s pointed nose while the boys took my round ones. It was a distributed facial feature.

“Mommy, sorry.” Damon rubbed my clothes innocently, onl