I have always dreamt of living together with the love of my life.
Spending the wee hours of the night in front of the television, having random talks over random shits about life, cooking each other's favorite dish and even, seeing our kids grow old together.

"Mal! Could you come in here for a sec?", he asked from the den while I was busy brushing my teeth.

With my toothbrush in my mouth and in my pjs, I went to where he is and my jaw just dropped with what I saw.

"I love you to the bottom of my hypothalamus, Love. I can't wait to spend a lifetime with you." He said and showed me the inside of a small red velvet box.

My eyes shone with unshed tears of joy and instinctively, I threw away my toothbrush and unknowingly swallowed the toothpaste in my overwhelming and overflowing happiness.

"Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" I shrieked and we spent the day outside to celebrate.

After a few days of just us, we planned to tell our families about the engagement and they are more than happy about it.

We didn't bother to wait too long for our marriage to happen as I am a wedding planner myself and he is the one with most connections in the field of board and lodging. We got married after a month and we booked a flight to Iceland, our dream destination for our honeymoon.

While we were there, he was nevertheless clingy and his usual cheerful self. He would go around his ways in expressing his unconditional love for me.

In just about two months, we are pregnant. Our dreams are slowly picking up one by one.

What is more exciting is, we are blessed with twins!

We are in bliss when we found out about their gender. A male and female.

But what we didn't expect was the accident that took our dreams away.

My husband, Diego Alfaro, died in a plane crash.

He was on the way to a business trip to Canada when a faulty wiring in the plane's cockpit sent him to his deathbed.

It was devastating as I was about to give birth to our twins, a month after that.

"Mom, are you okay?" Our daughter, Dianne, looked worriedly at me with her amber eyes.

She is the spitting image of him. While, Damon, is my male version.

"Dad loves you, Mom. I'm sure he's watching over us." Damon assured me, his hand over mine.

I am in my fifties now and the accident that happened twenty years ago is fresh in my mind. I am also now lying on my deathbed.

I was diagnosed with breast cancer and I would like to believe that I will be with my husband soon.

But seeing our two darlings beside me made me realize how willing I am to live again.

"It's okay, Mom. Rest if you wish to." Dianne, the stronger twin, said in-between tears.

I raised my eyes to meet hers and then at her twin.

My children.

My everything.

Then, at Damon's back, is a fair vision of him.

"We will be fine. Just take a rest. And let go, Mom." Their voices said as they fade away and I succumbed to the abyss.

"Let's fly away, Love." I smiled at him and Diego led the way out of the room and into the light.

End