Plan B - Me =/ (10 best books of all time .TXT) 📗

all night, you'll want to hear this." Maria's shoots bad, making a fire ignite in Brad's eyes. Ew. She takes a deep breath, as I motion for her to continue. "We found Sof. Well, we know where she is, just not her specific location." She says. I pop up. 

"What?? Let's go find her!" I exclaim, running out of the room in just my boxers, slipping every now and then on the way down the stairs. I get to the bottom running into the kitchen where my sister's are currently cooking. "Danni, come on." I demand, running to the conference room. After a few moments of my pacing, a confused Danni comes in, followed by the couple of the day. Luckily, Danni's computer is already here. "Okay, explain." I demand. 

"I was reading my note," My heart pangs at the thought that I didn't get one. "When I realized something odd about it. Some of the letters were different. They were straighter, and more slated, that the rest of the loops, so I asked to see Maria's. Then we wrote all the letters out and they spelt one word, Mexico." Brad rambles all in one breath. Danni immediately starts typing. 

"The only 'Sage' in Mexico is still Jared Sage." She sighs, followed by my curses. 

"Do it." The dynamic duo demands in sync. 

"Stupid, why wouldn't you tell us he was there is the first place?" Brad smacks the back of my head. 

"Ow!"

"Yeah, dipshit, we would have been able to find her before she even had her-" She cuts herself off with a cough. A very fake one, I might add. "Ehm, before. Just before." She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. "That's her dad." 

"This says he lives with... Ava Smith." Brad rolls his eyes. 

"Strawberry... So basic." He smacks his forehead, making everyone stare at him. He just shrugs. 

"Whatever. Get me the address, Danni, we leave in four hours." I glance at the clock. That'll be four P.M... Whatever. My phone pings as I rush up the stairs to my room. I glance down at it while I walk into my room, reading all the information. She's been right under my nose this entire time. I trip over something, stumbling and dropping my phone in the process. I glance at the familiar backpack. This time, with a smile. Deciding I'll use it as a carry on, I bend over, picking up that and my phone. My eyebrows furrow in confusion at the sight under it. I bend again, picking up the folded piece of paper. Flipping it over I see my name sprawled out in loopy letters. I can't help the huge smile that breaks across my face, making my cheeks ache at the unfamiliar feeling. She did give me a note!

Banana Bread,

Hey Adrian. I know you're probably mad at me, but I want you to know that, this is what was best for... everyone involved. This is the hardest thing I've ever done. You are the most important thing in my life, and anything that came from you, or had anything to do with you, I will forever cherish. 

I'm sorry for not giving you a choice in this, but I hope you'll find happiness in someone new. This is so cliche... But I'll always love you Adrian. You'll always be my banana bread. 

Love always, Sofia

P.S. I promise not to eat any other banana bread from now on ;)

I laugh at the end. I glance down at my bare chest, seeing the tattoo I got for her. It was the word cupcake, with an actual cupcake as the 'a'. Reading it again, I get hard just thinking about her glorious mouth. 

Now, time to get my girl back. 

Chapter twenty-seven

 ~Sofia~

 

"Happy fifth birthday my babies!" I wake up my two little devils. 

"Yay!" They exclaim together. 

"TayTay, guess what." Tyler has a smug look on his face. She turns her attention to him. "I'm older than you!" He yells. She rolls her eyes. 

"You're so mean!" 

"Oh calm down you two. Get dressed, we're going shopping for your choice presents. Then when we get back, we can open presents with grandpa." They both nod excitedly, as I go out to my father. "Morning dad." I kiss his cheek, going over to the coffee maker to get some much needed caffeine. 

"Morning honey. How are the twins?"

"Excited for their birthday." He laughs. "So, you coming shopping with us?" He laughs even harder and shakes his head. "Tell me about it." I sigh. Shopping with newly turned five year olds? Not fun. 

"Mommy! We're ready!" Taylor and Tyler come running down the stairs, yelling at the same time. I swear, this whole twin thing is freaking me out. My birth giver and aunt were twins, but they were never like this!

"Okay, let's go!" I exclaim, leading them out of the house. We walk into town, watching couples walk along the road all lovey dovey. My heart hurts at the sight. That should be me and Adrian. It would be if you had given him the choice to keep his children or not.

Stupid conciousness. 

We shop for a while, making me exhausted. I didn't think it was possible to ever be this tired. "Hola, pequeña familia encantadora." [Hello, lovely little family.] I laugh, hugging my new friend Owen. I met him when the kids were two, and he's basically become my rock. He knows everything about everything. From my parents, to Antonio, to Adrian and my babies. He's honestly like a brother to me. 

"Uncle Owen!" Tyler exclaims, followed by both him and his sister throwing their arms around either of his legs. 

"Hey, little ones. How are you being for your mama?" He asks. 

"Great!" Taylor immediately answers. Owen and I laugh. 

"Oh yeah, happy birthday!" 

"Owen, you should come open presents with us!" The twins offer. He glances up at me asking for permission, but when I nod he proceeds to agree. We all walk back, talking and laughing. When we get inside the house, my dad greets us. 

"Ah, Owen. How are you doing son?" He asks, giving Owen one of those bro hug things. 

"Great, thank you." They begin talking about sports or something, allowing my babies to start playing with the previously bought toys. My father has a job, making it so that I can just use the money I had for the kid's "fun," stuff, like toys and going out the eat, and other stuff like that. He payed for everything else, despite my protests. "So, who's ready for presents?" Owen comes up behind them, scaring them. They start giggling, running to the kitchen table. 

"Thanks bro." I shake my head, heading towards my room to gather the gifts, leaving a laughing father and Owen behind. I bring everything out to the kitchen, where even Owen and my dad are sitting like giddy little kids. I smile at everyone. They rip open all the gifts excitedly, loving every second of it. I video everything on a camera I received from Owen and my dad for Christmas, just two months before. It still amazes me that they were born on Valentine's day. "Okay babies, why don't you go get you pajamas on, and then I'll go up with you and tuck you in, okay?" They both nod, racing each other up the stairs. 

"Alright, I gotta go. Jessica is just waiting to break up with me." He sighs, grabbing his shoes. 

"Really? The bitch is going to break up with you on Valentine's day?" He nods. He's wanted to break up with his girlfriend for a while now, but he really is a sweetheart and didn't know how to break it off softly. 

"Mommy, we're ready!" Tyler scream from upstairs. 

"Alright, I'll be there in a second!" I call back. "I'm assuming you'll be back in a few hours?" He always ends up staying here when he can't live with his current girlfriend. Yes, he is quite the player. 

"Yeah, probably around 10." He waves, leaving. I lock the door behind him, before going up to put Taylor and Tyler to bed. 

"Mommy, TayTay and I have a question." Tyler declares as I walk in the room, to find them both sitting on Taylor's bed. 

"Yeah, what's that?" I ask joining them. They glance between each other, silently communicating. Like I said, freaky.

"Why don't we have a daddy? Grandpa is your dad, so why don't we have one?" Taylor asks, ever the bold between the two. 

I start coughing in surprise. "Ehm, baby, you do have a daddy, he's just not here. He had other stuff to do, so mommy separated herself from him, okay?" Tyler nods, but Taylor still looks distraught. 

"Who is our daddy?" She asks, not letting it go. I pick her up, airplaning her to her own bed, before pulling up her covers, doing the same to my son. 

"We'll talk about this another day, okay bebés?" They agree, allowing me to turn off the light, but not without turning on their nightlight. "I love you two." They reply, letting me shut their bedroom door. I turn right into my father. He motions for me to follow him. Confused, I do. 

"Who is their father?" 

"Dad, we've talked about this-"

"No! We haven't because everytime you tell me it's not important, or it doesn't matter. I think I deserve to know my grandkid's father, or at least his name!" He snaps, looking angry. 

"I'm sorry, but it doesn't matter. He won't be in their life. I took that choice away from him when I left!" I slap my hand over my mouth when I realize what I let slip. 

"He doesn't know??" He bellows. 

"Dad! The twins are sleeping!" I shush him. "I'm sorry, okay?! I was scared. He wasn't exactly the fatherly type, and at the time he hated me. I fucked up. Trust me, I regret leaving every day, but then I would have never found you..." I attempt to reason. 

"Why would he hate you?" He asks, making me even more mad. Why can't he just let it go?? "Sofia, answer me."

"Antonio sent me, okay?? I was sent to Adrian as Emily, but after we had already slept together, he found out. I swear, I tried to tell him, but he would never listen until he found out for himself. Then he kicked me out. Three months later, I was shot, woke up after a week of being in the hospital, and found out I was pregnant with those two. I freaked and left before anyone would know." I ramble. His eyes widen as my words sink in. 

"Adrian as in... Adrian Garcia??" I nod slowly. 

"Get some sleep dad. We'll talk more tomorrow." I kiss his cheek, sending him upstairs. With a sigh, I get the futon ready to be slept on. Deciding to stay up until Owen gets here, I flop down on the couch, turning on the TV quietly. It was only about 8, that talk took longer than I thought. Eventually I must have dozed off, because I was woke up by a harsh banging on the door. Owen! I grumble, getting up, and walking over to the door. "Owen I swear to God if you woke up- Owen?" I look around the empty doorway, wrapping my arms around myself. The icy air hitting my bare skin, since I'm only wearing a spaghetti strap, and short shorts, my normal sleep attire since I had the kids. 

Without warning, I'm