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“Fuck you!” He yelled at her so I kicked him again.
“Don’t talk like that in front of babies.” He screamed again. “Now what did you want with my baby?” I glared at him and put every ounce of authority into my voice that I could. He responded to me better than he did to Thoma, even though he was human and not affected by my power.
“I wanted money. I was going to hold him for ransom.” He sobbed, afraid I was going to kick him again.
“Were you working alone?” He shook with fear every time I looked at him.
“No, I had a partner. He scoped you out and left just as I did. He’s over there.” He pointed at the man who tried to bolt away. Thoma was on him in a second and had him secured the same as the first scumbag.
The cops showed up then, led by Devon Scott, Ella’s husband, and one of the newest wolves of the pack. He had been changed into a wolf by Joaquin because of the new ability he had gained.
“Ah, Devon, I am glad you’re here. These two men tried to kidnap my baby.” I started to explain what happened.
“I am glad you got him back, but I am sure Joaquin is going to be scared that you took matters into your own hands. I will take care of these two. I can imagine that Joaquin is going to see to it they’re punished severely.”
“What can he do? It doesn’t matter if he wants something done or not, he’s just a man.” The second man that Thoma was holding down was yelling at me so I walked over to him, a smirk on my face.
“Have you ever heard of Joaquin Gray, the billionaire?” I eyed him carefully. “Well, you just tried to kidnap his son.”
That sent the people in the mall into a frenzy. They hadn’t known who I was before, but they did now. I had called Reagan my son and Joaquin’s son. The fear was in the man’s eyes like I wanted, but there were now pictures being snapped repeatedly of me and Reagan.
The next day there were photos everywhere, and the headlines didn’t make me feel any better about the previous day.
The reclusive Mrs. Gray catches kidnapper as he snatches son.
They mentioned that there were twins, and even got Rika’s name as well. Now the whole world knows the names of my children. That pissed me off.
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Riviana
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We had to fend off the paparazzi for a while, but it finally died down. The kidnappers had been sent away, and the babies were safe. I was enjoying the down time and was just generally happy that everything was peaceful for us right now.
And Devon had been right. Joaquin was pissed off when he found out what had happened. He wanted to go down to the station and beat the shit out of the person as soon as I told him what happened. I had to forbid him from doing so because we didn’t need word of that getting out at all. I had to remind him that Reagan and I were both OK at least a hundred times before he settled down enough to think straight.
It was August the thirty-first right now, which made it technically one day after Reagan turned nine months old and the day before Rika turned nine months old. It was funny how months made them further apart in age. I could always tell Reagan he lost his month older status because February doesn’t have a thirtieth.
The babies were getting so big now, bigger than I thought they would be at this age. If you compared them to how little they were when they were born, they were giants. They were off the charts for heights compared to Griffin, and they were developing amazingly well.
They enjoyed exploring and having fun together too. I knew it wouldn’t last forever so I wanted to enjoy the cooperation while I could. Eventually, they would fight and argue like most siblings did.
I was finishing up a paper for school, having gone back after taking the spring and summer semesters off. My class load was still just two classes though. I needed to have the chance to watch my babies. The good news, though, is I had done so many classes in the beginning, loading them up when I was on lock down, that I was still on track to graduate in the next year or so at max.
We were in the living room when Joaquin came home from work. He always came right to us and said hello before he did anything else. Usually we opened the gate, and let the babies crawl to him; that always made Joaquin smile happily and his eyes to mist over.
I went about the same routine as I always did. I opened the gate to the play yard, and then walked over to kiss my husband and welcome him home. We turned to look at Reagan and Rika, and they were both holding onto the sides of the play yard and looking at us curiously.
“Come on.” Joaquin bent down and beckoned them to him. I knelt next to him and did the same.
“Come on you two, come give Daddy his hugs.
That was when the most amazing thing in the world happened. Reagan and Rika held each other’s hands and started to take steps toward us. They had been walking while holding onto things for weeks, but this was the first time that they walked without assistance.
And they were walking together too. That was just so cute. Neither of us thought to take our phones out to record it; all we could do was stare at them in awe as they took eight steps in total. They were right in front of us, but they lost their balance and fell back onto their bottoms.
“You walked!” I cried out.
“They’re walking!” Joaquin added.
At our outburst, Lila came running from down the hall where she was painting a picture.
“They’re walking? Already? And I missed it.” She was so happy yet so sad as she watched Joaquin and I hold the babies against our chests and hug each other. It was a hug with all four of us. It was a family hug. and I couldn’t have been happier.
We watched them like hawks over the next few days. It didn’t take long for us to see them walking again. This time they were walking toward each other until they met in the middle and hugged each other. Between Joaquin and I, we filmed the whole thing. He had Rika on his video and I had Reagan. We filmed them until they hugged and then fell to their bottoms.
“Ree Ree.” Reagan said his sister’s name to the best of his ability.
“Rea.” Rika did the same.
I wished that this love for each other would last. This was the sweetest, most perfect thing that I had ever seen. They really were the best of friends, even though they had play dates once or twice a week with all the other babies. Even Jackson’s little girl Melody, and Heather’s twins, a boy named Tyler and a girl named Charlotte, were finally here and able to come to the weekly meetings. This was going to be an interesting couple years, twenty two babies in the course of a year and that was just for those close to me. What was going to happen with them all? It would be interesting to see.
Over the next few months, the babies went from barely walking to running. Their words cleared up, and they were able to say more things. Lila was Lolo, mom was Nono, dad was easy for them since he was just Papa. Grandfather was recently shortened to Momo.
