August 12, 2016

Luke and I had decided that we were going to fly up to the US because my parents birthdays were both towards the end of August, and Zoey's is in early September. We were going to take the twins up too.

"Luke, did you get all the bottles we'll need?" I asked, and he said yes. When I opened one of the bags for the twins, I saw a lot of stuffed animals packed in there.

"Lucas, we do not need twenty stuffed animals!" I exclaimed, putting them all back.

"But I want to take them so the girls will be entertained on the plane," he pouted.

"We can take one for each of them, but I'm not going to pay for another bag just so the girls can be entertained on the plane when they'll be fine with one each," I told him, putting eighteen of the stuffed animals back.

"Our suitcase is packed, babe," he told me, "I got everything that was on your list except for the money. I didn't know how much you wanted to take."

"I'll get it, if you can get just a few more outfits for the girls in their suitcase," I told him, and he agreed. I opened up the freezer and took out some money from in there. I put some in my wallet, then the other money I tucked in our suitcase, where I knew it wouldn't fall out.

"You got the money, babe?" Luke asked as he put the last onesie in the twins' suitcase. I nodded, and I grabbed all of the bags. Luke grabbed the twins' carriers with them in each one, and we left.

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As we got off of the plane, we made sure not to wake the twins up. I saw my mum waiting for us in the airport, so we walked towards her. She took one of our bags so I could hug her instead of dragging so many bags around.

"Let me see the babies," she smiled, "I haven't seen them in such a long time!"

Luke was holding the twins, and he showed her them. She crouched down to talk to them. They smiled and giggled.

"They've grown so much since I saw them last, which was just a little while after they were born," mum looked up at me from her crouched position.

"Can we go back to the house?" I asked her, and she nodded. She stood back up and lead us out to her car. It had been a while since we had traveled in a car. Usually we walked places or took the bus.

When we got back to my parents' house, we saw my dad, and I hugged him for what seemed like a really long time.

Mum and dad both held the girls for a while, and Luke got bottles for them, since we knew they would eat soon. They didn't really have a set time when they ate, but they didn't cry much when they were hungry. If they woke up at night or during a nap and they were hungry, they'd cry, but if they were awake and hungry, they really wouldn't cry, so we made sure to feed them regularly.

Also, they were already sleeping through the nights. They were doing amazing for being only four months old.

Later, when we were eating supper, Luke was feeding Morgan, and I was feeding Makenna. We would take turns on who fed who. That was the good thing about having two, we each got one at a time. If we only had one, we'd have to switch, and if we had three or more (I wouldn't even be able to handle that) at least one of us would have two to take care of at once. I was glad with just two.

Sometimes, it got pretty hectic with either each of us trying to take care of a baby or one of us taking care of both and the other doing something. Yet sometimes it was nice. I love our little family, though. No matter what.

My parents were talking with us, and Makenna kept trying to talk to them as well. I kept trying to feed her, but she'd try to talk, and she would accidentally spit out her yogurt. I had a feeling that she was going to be the first to talk since she loved to babble.

After we finished eating, I put them both in their playpens, what mum and dad had bought for the very small amount of times that we would come to visit or when Zoey would come with her little boy. I had only seen pictures of him, so it was a good thing that she would be coming over with him a lot while we were staying here these next few weeks.

For some reason, I had tuned out my parents and their conversation with Luke. I was thinking too much, thinking about things that I wasn't sure why I was thinking about it.

I had thought about Dillon, my previous boyfriend of many years ago. He was the reason I was put into the asylum. I never liked talking about it, especially around Luke because I knew the story would make him uncomfortable.

When I actually did listen to my parents talking to Luke for a little, I realized why I had been thinking of Dillon. They were talking about him, for some reason.

"I'm glad Annamarie is with you now, Luke. Her last boyfriend Dillon was nice, but he was sort of awkward. I wasn't sure about him. Then there's the story about him and the asylum but I won't get into that-" my mum stopped.

"What is the story about Dillon?" Luke asked curiously, looking at me, "do you mind telling me?"

"It might make you uncomfortable," I told him. He shrugged, so I figured I would continue with telling him the story.

"I was about three and a half years ago, right before I was put into the asylum. Dillon had said about wanting to try different meats to eat. He was weird like that. One night when I had gone to his house drunk after a party, I killed his dog. He didn't notice it at first, but the next night, he was asking me about it. Supposedly, I had cut the dog up and put it into baggies while I was drunk and placed it in a corner of his fridge. I had fed him his dog after thinking it was just weird meat that he ate. The people from the asylum thought I was a psycho and put me in the asylum," I finished explaining. Luke just looked at me, surprised.