Chapter 11

  Finally Going Home

  Dianna

  I can't sleep no matter how much I try. I'm too worried about Geneva. About an hour later I get up and stick my head out of the door and look down the hall towards Geneva's nursery. I see Jackson, Nick, Cat, Dorian, Lou and Maurice all tip-toeing out of her nursery. I don't hear her crying anymore. I pray my baby is healthy and doesn't have to be sedated. Anxiety hits as all of the worst case scenarios come crashing into my mind. I look up and make eye contact with Jackson. He is smiling. He is smiling at me. Just one of his smiles is enough for me to know that one of my children found a cure to their baby sister's hunger.

  All my kids plus Jackson enter, making my room crowded. Maurice is the first to speak.

  Maurice:

  I begin by telling Mom that Geneva is going to require blood that we all will donate to her, for her to mix with her formula. I didn't know how to cure her hunger pains. How do you explain an out of body experience? It was like I was watching myself in a movie and copying the actions of my ghost self. I call it my intuition or self sight. My younger siblings agree to donate blood as well, even little Dorian. Mom looks horrified about one of her children needing blood but she is a hybrid. Wolf, Fae, Vampire and Witch hybrid to be exact. It was a possibility with any of us children but Geneva is the first.

  She will be the first to do many things. I don't dare speak that out loud. My parents and siblings have had enough shocks for now.

  Dianna:

  After a long growling week. We are finally able to take our babies home. It has been a wild ride for sure.

  First. Finding out I was pregnant.

  Secondly, Finding out I was carrying twins.

  Third, The shock of a white light and Vlad being born first despite the fact that Geneva was all really at the canal.

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  Fourth. Vlads, Knock you out gas

  Fifth. Geneva not being able to get her tummy full on just my milk or formula.

  I'm so glad Maurice had the insight to be able to see the problem and fix it. I'm still not sure how I feel about having a child who requires blood. I know all of my children are hybrid but she is the first one who ever needed blood. I can't express how happy I am when all of my children have agreed to donate blood to their baby sister. Even my grandson who is only 8 years old agrees to donate blood to his baby aunt. I can't help but cry, when i hear about him cutting his hand for his baby aunt's bottle.

  Jackson has gone to get the carriers from home. Lou has finally released us and the paperwork is signed. I look at my babies as they lay on my bed. Vlad still has thick black hair just like his Daddy. He is a huge baby, he reminds me of a 30 pound Butterball Turkey. He's such a happy baby. He looks more like Jackson than any other of our other children, They are a combination of us both. Little Vlad is his Daddy's carbon copy.

  Geneva only weighed 7 pounds and 19 inches long. Born exactly 12 hours after her brother. She has all my facial features. Her dark auburn hair and she has the brightest emerald green eyes. My grandmother Isabella had that same red hair and same color eyes.

  Jackson's Fae family is looking into what happened in the womb that caused the swap of the babies. Not only position but also size.

  All I care about right now is the fact that both my babies are happy and healthy and we are finally going home. I want to be in my own home where I can be comfortable and know my babies are safe from any harm that may come and watch them grow . I hope Jackson put the Air purifiers and paid heavily for the Witches to place Anti Stink Spells around the house. We are going to need them.

  I hope the babies like their nursery. I may not have been happy about the pregnancy at first, but the more our babies grew, the more I fell in love with them. I put everything into designing their nursery, not only did I paint the wolf and forest lake murals, I also hand painted the curtains to match. Two family heirloom cribs, two changing tables, four dressers, two on each side of the room, filled with diapers, burp towels, clothes, sheets and swaddling blankets. I also have two rocking chairs because I know when one of the twins wakes the other will wake shortly after and Jackson will be right beside me when they wake, no matter how big of a day he has ahead of him or how early his meetings are.

  Thinking back, I don't think either slept for 5 months when Catalina was born. She was a handful, not to mention the only girl and her Daddy wrapped around her tiny finger. I was scared how Jack would feel about having a girl. We had never discussed how he and his family felt about girls.

  I knew my family favored boys, just like most families, the girls are thought to be just pawns and bargaining chips. I found out fast that Jack's family didn't have a preference and never showed partiality whatsoever between their grandchildren. I can't help but be lost in my own thoughts thinking about all that has happened through the years as I wait on Jack.

  The knock on the door shakes me out of my own head. It's Maurice. He looks to make sure no one else is in the room as he enters. He sits on my bed softly so as not to disturb his siblings. He looks at me and says Mom. This may not be the best time to bring this up but it needs to be told to you. Do not tell your parents about having twins. If they contact you, tell them you had one child, a son, don't even tell them his name. He picks up Geneva and says she is special and so is this stinker. They may plot against us to get the babies. My heart sank but I nodded my head, because he was right. They would do anything for power even hurting their own flesh and blood.