unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 51

A/N:NOT EDITED. Hey everyone, so I'm feeling much better after the Pistachio disaster LOL..

ANYWAYS: I updated 'SCRATCH'

THIS CHAPTER WAS INSPIRED BY THIS SONG, HERE ARE THE LYRICS:

There are theives, who rob us blind,

and kings, who kill us fine,

but steady, the rights and the wrongs

invade us, in innocent song.

I'm not ready, I'm not ready

for the weight of us, for the weight of us,

for the weight of us, for the weight of all of us.

There's a cold heart, buried beneath,

and warm blood, running deep.

Secrets - are mine to keep

protected by silent sleep.

I'm not ready, I'm not ready

for the weight of us, for the weight of us

for the weight of us, for the weight of all of us

The time has come, let us be brave....

The time has come, let us be brave....

Shake off all of your sins.

The time has come, let us be brave....

The time has come, let us be brave....

Let us be brave, let us be brave.

Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 51 - Walter POV

Sitting in the room with the twins, Cole in his bed and Tia on my lap, I close the nursery book I'm reading just taking a moment to listen to the silence in the room. Everything these two babies did to me was wonderful and near mystical, their laughs made me cry and their smiles seemed to be contagious. I had missed two years, but I wouldn't miss anymore, I soaked up tears, laughter, hungry bellies, pouts, tantrums, everything, the good with the bad.

And I loved it.

I couldn't decide even right this moment, what I enjoyed or missed more. I loved watching them sleep, curled up, sucking their thumbs, butts in the air. The way Cole's eyebrows never seemed to lose that thinking deeply about something, pushed together brows. Or the way that Tia liked to almost hum her self to sleep, her very own soothing routine.

But in that was the problem, when they slept, I missed their shrieks of laughter, the rough playing Cole always wanted Tia to engage in but she shied away from. Their baby talking, the words they tried to say but most times I would just have to nod to appease them, despite not understanding their babble.

Then there was my mate, my Nora.

"You're going to spoil her," Nora whispered.

Turning to the side, her body leaning against the door jam of the twins room, her smirk on her face, "She's my little girl, I don't mind spoiling her a bit," I replied back, putting the book aside and walking to the crib, laying Tia down, covering her with a light blanket and toeing out of the bedroom.