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shaking my head. I follow him to a room, which he says is now mine. He goes to leave, when he turns. "Why were you here to stay if you didn't have anywhere to go." I give him a sad smile, looking down. 

"It was what was best for the time being." My father's eyes drift to my arm, a and then to my stomach where my hand is resting. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to explain. "I got shot. In the shoulder and stomach." I tell him, causing his eyes to widen. I begin rubbing my small, barely noticeable baby bump. I can't believe I couldn't figure out why I was sick and gaining weight, without really eating anything. 

"Oh, areyou hungry? I could make tacos?" I nod, knowing I have to eat now for the babies. But the thought of food makes my stomach lurch. I cover my mouth with my hand, running out of the room to the bathroom, throwing up the small bag of peanuts I had on the plane, plus whatever they gave me at the hospital. "Woah, you okay?" My dad asks, holding back my hair. I nod through the tears forming in my eyes. When the torture is over, I wipe my mouth, leaning against the tub next to me. 

"Dad, I'm pregnant..." I whisper looking down. When I glance up, his jaw is hard, and his eyes are ablaze, reminding me of Adrian. 

"I swear to fucking God, if it was Antonio, I will go to his grave and re-kill him." He growls. 

"Papa... it wasn't him I promise." My eyes water, as the realization set in. I'm pregnant, with Adrian's babies. I'm twelve weeks... That was the last time he held me...

And now he never will get to again...

Chapter twenty-five

 ~Sofia~ (Sorry for all the time skips previously and coming up)

 

"But dad!" I whine. "I'm fat now!" I motion to my bulging stomach. 

"Honey, you're just seven and a half months pregnant, not fat." He tries reasoning with me. 

"I swear to God I am not going grocery shopping with you!" I yelp as I feel yet another contraction. 

"Please? I'll get you some chocolate since it's Valentines Day?" He tempts me. I sigh. 

"Asshole." I mutter, grabbing my jacket. He chuckles, helping me into it. "You are the worst, dad." He laughs harder. We go to the store, getting odd looks from random people. I guess you could think we were a couple but... I gag at the thought. That's disgusting. I suppose that I know we are a father/daughter duo, and they don't, but still. We get out the car again, and I start breathing heavy, to get through the killer contraction I got while I was opening the door. Suddenly, right when I went to sit down, I felt like I was peeing myself. "Dad..." I hesitantly say, staring at the wet trail down my legging leg. He looks concerned, running over to me. 

"Honey, your water broke. We have to get to the hospital now!" He quickly sits me down, and starts driving to the nearest hospital as what he just said sets in. 

"No... No dad, it's too early! No, what if my babies are hurt... Dad it's siz weeks early, they shouldn't be coming yet!" I exclaim as he speaks to the receptionist in spanish. 

"Twins?" He asks. I nod. "Sènorita, that's perfectly normal. Just come with me." He bring us to a strange room, making me sit down while my dad fills out the paperwork right outside. 

When I'm all set up, hooked up to a few machines, a doctor comes in. She does some check up type things, before speaking. "Hola, mi nombre es doctor Stien. Parece que estás listo para partir, y debemos hacerlo lo antes posible." She tells me. [Hello, my name is doctor Stien. It looks like your ready to go, and we must do this as soon as possible.] I nod. 

"Sofia." I say, using my real name for this. I've been contemplating it for a while, and I decided that I want my kids to have my real name on their birth certificates. 

"Are you from the US?" She asks, pulling on gloves and switching to English. 

"Ye-" I finish the word with a groan as I feel a ton of pain. "Don't I need to be drugged up for this?" I ask loudly as another pain hits. She laughs softly. 

"Normally yes, but seen as we can already see the first head, we don't have time." She explains. I nod. "Alright, on my count, I'll need you to push. Ready? 3, 2, 1, big push!" I push as hard as I can, feeling the worst pain I've ever experienced. Physically that is. This is worse than any beating I've had, or even being shot. "Good, again. 3, 2, 1, big push!" I push again, not being able to stop the scream from escaping my lips. "One more, okay? 3, 2, 1, push!" I push again, screaming more, and then my hole doesn't feel nearly as stretched, but I still am in pain. I watch as she cuts the ambilical cord. "First one out! It's a boy, get him cleaned up. Okay, we need to this again. Ready?" I'm having a boy! I'm about to nod, when the world starts spinning. I shake my head the best I can. 

"S-something isn't... it isn't... right..." I mutter. 

"Get her on oxygen!" The doctor demands, making one of the nurses run over, putting a mask over my nose and mouth. She waits a few moments. "Alright honey, you need to push a few more times okay? Can you do that for me? For your baby?" I nod. I want to know she/he is okay. No, I didn't find out the gender. "Okay, 3, 2, 1, push!" I push again, as hard as I can, a bloodcurdling scream, coming out of me. "Good, good job, ready, 3, 2, 1." I push again, groaning and throwing my head back in pain. "Alright, almost done. Keep going, give me one more big push!" I push again, my tears mixing with a bunch of sweat. "You have a daughter sweetie!" She give my baby to another nurse, letting them wash her off. 

"Are... are they okay?" I ask, removing the mask, being able to breathe again. She nods with a smile on her face. Two nurses come at me from either side. They place my now swaddled children in my arms. I smile down a them, now crying happily as they snuggle against what's peaking out on my chest. 

"What are they're names?" She asks. 

I continue smiling down at my small babies. "Taylor and Tyler Garcia." I sigh. I decided on Garcia, because he would search Sage for me, but not himself. Hopefully. A few minutes later they are taken away to be checked up on by the nursery people. My dad comes in smiling. 

"How are they?" 

"My God, they are so beautiful. All the pain, was so worth it." I sigh in contentment. I smile sadly, remembering when they opened their tiny little eyes, looking up at me with their father's eyes. Taylor had a tuff of black hair sitting on her head, and Tyler's was barely noticeable, meaning he probably got my hair. 

"I can only imagine." He chuckles. "Oh yeah, that reminds me, who's the father?" He asks. My heart races st his question. 

"Here, um, I'll fill that part out." I tell him, reaching for the clipboard. Hesitantly hands it over, letting me fill it out. 

"Why can't you tell me FiFi? I'm your father." 

"Maybe someday..."

Chapter twenty-six

 ~Brad~

 

I reread the letter for the billionth time. In the past five and a half years, I've reread this same letter probably at least once or twice a day. I take comfort knowing why she ran, but it still upsets me. I had just gotten her back and then... poof, she was gone. I study the writing, taking in every loop, curve, and otherwise. Then I notice something odd about it. "Baby, let me see your note." I say to my beautiful fiance, who's currently rocking our one year old, and playing with our three year old. 

"Nightstand." She whispers, not to wake our sleeping daughter, Olivia. 

"I got it!" Reese exclaims, only to get shushed. "Sorry mommy." 

"It's okay babygirl. Go get daddy the paper, okay?" She nods excitedly at her mother's words, while Maria gets up to put Olivia to bed, she begins running over to the nightstand, digging around on her tip-toes to get the familiar sheet. 

"Here you go daddy!" I kiss her temple. 

"Thank you baby. Now go get your jammies on." I tap her lower back, making her run to what used to be Maria's room but now belongs to the girls. Maria comes back a moment later as I study her note. I grab a pen and pad of paper off the bed next to me, that Reese was coloring on. "Look at this babe." I say, pointing to six different letters between our two notes. "They're different than the rest." I point out. 

"Good night daddy. Good night mommy. I love you!" Reese runs in, giving us both a hug. She is quite the smartie for being so young. She told us unless she told us to, for an entire week we don't have to tuck her in. My little girl is all growl up.

"Good night babygirl. Sleep well, we love you." Maria and I say in sync. 

"Okay, read the letters, I'll write them." Maria demands. God damn she's zexy when she's controlling. I smirk, staring at her. "Hello?" She snaps in front of my face, snapping me out of my daze. 

"Right, reading. Okay, M, C, O, X, I, E." I read off. My eyes widen, as I raise them up to my fiance's, as do her's. 

"Mexico." 

 

 ~Adrian~

 

I sit there staring at the same wall I have for years. I haven't changed anything in here, not even the back I threw at the wall, all those years ago. Five and a half years, that's how long I've been away from the woman I love. That's how long I've been a mess. That's how long it's been, since I gave my mafia to my little sister. I would have given it to Brad but he claimed Maria and him were going ro start a family, so I couldn't. I feel my heart shatter a tiny bit more. I've searched everywhere for Sofia. And yet, I can't find her anywhere. 

 "Adrian!" Brad and Maria burst through my door. 

 "Jesus! Have you two ever heard of fucking knocking?" I snap. 

"Oh shut up. We waited