I don't know how long since the boys moved in, sorta like an adopted part of the family. Seemed like we got too big for the apartment manager so he basically kicked out. But, because the Prince still wanted to thank Max he bought us a house. A beautiful house 8 bedrooms, 8 full 2 half baths, 13,490 sq ft, 1.67 acres lot, and a large pool. Near the colleges, Max and I wanted to go to, and the boys are getting a normal education.

Max and I both will graduate Next fall and we got engaged. He proposed to me in a movie, I don't know how but he took me out to an amusement park and that night he took me out to the movies. We went in like any normal couple but he reserved a cinema room and lined the walkway with rose petals. Watching our favorite classical movie, at the end just before the credits the lights came back on and there he was down on one knee, with a beautiful Diamond ring just like the one in the movie.

We here planning on having our wedding after we graduate. We have our good times and our bad but we're happy together. Before Max proposed it me _____ told me that he fell in love with me and he was the one who bought me the____ when we went to the carnival. He told me, it was clear to him how in love I was with Max and that Max told him to tell me his feelings. After that, there were no awkward moments or anything we all were happy, and our lives went on.

Weeks before graduating I found out that the cancer returned, and the doctors didn't know how long it would last this time when I told my mother the had a heart attack and was hospitalized till I graduated then she died. Losing her wasn't as bad as losing my father because I knew they were happy together, in heaven.

After my mom died I found out I was pregnant, with twins. Not too soon later, Max and I settled a date of our wedding, a few months before the babies were born so we could have our honeymoon in England, of course taking a cruise and no flying. So I guess that brings it up to today, the day of our wedding. 

Getting into my wedding dress my heart begins to race, my nerves are shot. My hands are trembling too, I look around to my grandmother, Max's mother and little sister. And tears begin to well up in my eyes, and I smile. I look back at myself in the mirror, I was completely gorgeous, It was my mothers dress with a few alterations. I was long and flowy, with a heart neckline, and the sleeves drop off the shoulder, a lace-up back. This dress couldn't be any more perfect.

" Can I really do this...? Can I make Max happy for the rest of his life?" I ask as I dab the tears away with a tissue. I don't think I can make him happy, he might be happy now but what if he leaves after the babies are born?

" Of course you can do this, you will make him happy and he will make you happy." Just then I felt a strange pain in my stomach, gently put my hand on my stomach to see of they were kicking but they weren't. I felt a strange warm liquid running down my leg, but when I looked down it was blood, the thoughts running through my head tears start running down my cheeks. 

" Call the ambulance!!" Max's mother yells, the next thing I knew everything went black. Memories flow through my head, from back in high school with mom and dad, then when Christian called when they were on vacation. When I got together with Max, and when he got sick then his sister. Memories of our first date and meeting the Prince. The butlers helping he get ready for the ball and losing my father. Then losing my mother, then graduating. Every happy and sad moment that happened since I met Christian till now, I couldn't imagine a better life without anything changing. 

Waking up again I was in the hospital, Max was holding my hand but it he looked different than before. Just as he opened his eyes tears dripped from my eyes, I look away hiding my tears, but it was no use, Max stood up and held my face. 

" Starline...! I love you so much...!" He says with tears falling from his eyes, he looks so sad and happy. " I've been here for weeks.... I knew you would wake up..." He weeps as his head falls on my chest. What is he talking about for weeks, we were about to get married... but I started bleeding.

" What about the babies...?!?" I ask with so much pain in my voice, but he looks up and he slowly shakes his head, the tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look toward the window. I hear my own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of me I didn't know I had left to give. That's the way it is when people are hard. It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no other person can see.