“Baby girl, can you even believe the last twenty-four hours?” Kari’s voice made me jump, jolting me out of my deep trance. I didn’t need to turn around to know he was leaning causally against my door frame. His arms crossed over his chest, sweats hanging low on his hips, and his sandy blond hair stood out in every direction. In typical Kari fashion it was a trussled mess. “Yeah." My voice trailed off. "Crazy.” I sighed leaning against the wall “Kari does this photo look centered?” I asked over my shoulder. As I continued to examine the Eiffel Tower painting I had hung up twenty minutes ago. Only to adjust by mere centimeters at least forty times since. It's the last thing I needed in place to have the last room in the apartment in order. Well, accept for Kari's room, which I would do one night this week when he wasn't home. “Do you ever stop?” I felt him standing right behind me behind me. “ This time yesterday you were getting ready to graduate top of your class with your masters degree. You then immediately left to move in here. You barely even stopped for photos, and am I correct in saying you are already completely unpacked?” His hand came to rest on my shoulder. I leaned my head back towards his body, resting it on his chest. He knows me well. A little to well most days. He should after all. We have know each other since basically the womb. Our mothers were in a birthing class together and they were apparently the only down to earth single, nanny free mothers there, and instantly bonded. Kari and I were born four days apart, our due dates were actually on the same day. But Kari came a day early and I can two days late. I was three days old, and he was seven days old when we had our first play date together. Kari and Kassi... ... middle of paper ... ... support, letting myself be lead towards the waiting car. I sat quietly my hand still resting on the inside of Kari's elbow, enjoying the last few minutes of comfortable silence, before I was forced to mingle and plaster a fake smile across my face. “It’s going to be fun, relax and actually try to enjoy yourself.” He whispered, it was like he knew what I was thinking. “ I will I promise.” I squeezed his hand as the door to the car was opened. Revealing a line of paparazzi waiting to assault every high society big wig attending tonight. “Here goes nothing” I muttered suddenly nervous. “Smile doll, the goal you have spent seven years working towards is about to come true.” He smiled as he leaned into the car taking my hand and assisting me in exiting the car. He slid my arm through mine nudging me with his elbow to smile, just as the flash bulbs began to blind me.
Growing up my mother and grandma loved to dress use up. They used to always dress up my sister and I the same way. Every day felt like a photo shoot. Which is typical for most twins that are born because it’s cute. Briana and I were born on April 1, 1999, at Valhalla, Westchester NY at Westchester Medical center. We are fraternal twins even though we look like identical twins. We were supposed to be born in March but instead, we came early in April. So, when Briana and I were born we were premature. I came out first then Briana came out 3 minutes after.
“You’re very different.” He spoke in a quiet voice his face eye level with her waist. Her hair fluttered with her nodding head, her lips smashed together knowing she should protest or run or scream, but her body was frozen. The air around them felt very thick, like everything was in slow motion.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long, long time, you know that?” He said, his tone slower than it normally was. “I was afraid of moving too fast, but then I got bored. And the mood felt right.” His expression changed to a concerned one. “I hope it was
I brought myself closer to Nolan, pretending to be afraid. I laid my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. He slowly stood up, taking me along. It was hard containing a smile. I fake sniffled as he stared at me. The crowd's eyes were on us. Some people whispered saying "the girl has social anxiety."
“Shh,” He silenced me again, but much softer than before, “I’m happy you’re here with me. Just don’t say any more, please. I can almost go back. Holding your hand like this, I can almost deceive my own heart and pretend I’m not alone now.”
She listened as I spoke, gently massaging her belly, never taking her eyes from my face. When I was finished, she said, “You’ll be okay. I have confidence in you.”
Battling a miscarriage a couple years prior, my mother was feeling mixed emotions. Around this time, I was a senior in high school so the news was neutral for me being that I was the only child for eighteen years. I did not know if I should rejoice or complain because I was leaving for college soon. My brother was born about two weeks before my high school graduation, and I must say that it was a very intense and complicated birth being that my mother was nearly forty giving birth to her second child.
I got my first baby sibling when I was 5 years old. It was amazing because I really needed someone to play with at the time due to the fact that my two older brothers never wanted to play with me or when they did, they found ways to get rid of me really fast. I thought that she would catch up to me and we would be the same age, kind of like twins! It did not work that way. She never caught up and I just kept getting older and older. By the time she was 5, I was no longer interested in the Barbie
She walked out from the house. She wore a plaid shirt, with blue jeans. Her curly blonde hair was tied up in a pony tail. She walked up to John, a gave him a hug. John got cold feet. It had been along time since he had last seen her, and wasn't quite sure how to respond to the hug.
“There you are.” Sebastian’s sneakers screeched as he turned to sit on the bus bench next to him. “Are you okay?” A look of concern overtook his face, eyebrows furrowed.
I suddenly smiled and saw hope, my heart was pounding quickly from excitement. I tried to contain myself so that I would not scare Jackson, and I slowly moved closer to him.
Seven years have passed since our first encounter and in those past seven years, we have made many memories and parted ways several times. Whenever we parted ways, we were led back to each other as if there was a spark between us. Ever since you entered my life I felt as if God somehow sent one of his angels down to me. Over the last few months, I feel like my heart has grown stronger because of the love I have for you. This love gets stronger and stronger each and every day.
She remembers it all now. She feels him digging his head in her belly, again. She feels his strong hands holding her. She feels him on her cheeks. Now, he starts rubbing his hands on her back when suddenly the door bell rings.
"This was definitely an awesome experience for me." I thought to myself. "I really hope that I can do it again."