Even Though I'm on My Own, I Know I'm Not Alone

A month passed and I knew they had a few weeks left of tour.

I was longing for James. I hated going to bed alone at night, his presence just made everything better.

Bekah: Come home.

James: As soon as I can, love

Bekah: Can that be now? or

James: A few more weeks babe, I gotta go love you

This next few weeks were going to kill me.

As the twins got a little older to see their features, they were really just little Bens and had Reyna's natural, extremely light blonde hair. Brooklyn actually liked them. She called them, "babies."

"Mama, babies crying!" "Reyna, babies hungry!"

It was cute. I loved my kid. She reminded me so much of James, it hurt, though.

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After 2 weeks, passed, I woke up as early as possible and called James.

It rang twice, then it went to voicemail.

So I texted him.

Bekah: Me and Brooks are so ready for you to come home today! Can you give me a time, so I can have something to eat for you ready when you get here? (:

He never texted me back.

I waited. Waited all night. The boys never came home.