I woke up in the morning and cooked breakfast, which consisted of eggs and bacon.
"Thank you mommy," Marciano said as he grabbed his plate.
"Your welcome baby," I said. I grabbed the twins plate and handed it to them along with a bottle of breast milk. I tried to get them to drink whole milk, but they barely drunk it.
Marciello came out and sat at the table.
I sat down at the table and we all started to eat.
When we were done Marciello left to bring Marciano to school.
We weren't in a good place because I found out he went to go visit Rachel in jail.
I just...I was just done with that whole situation if he wanted to be with that bitch he could. I wasn't stopping him.
"You guys wanna go play?", I asked the twins.
"Yeah," they said.
"Then go inside the living room and bring out your toys," I told them. I knew I couldn't pick them up, they seemed so heavy now since they were 22 months old.
I went inside Dakota's room which was Marciello's room before.
Marciello slept on the couch now.
I noticed Dakota was still sleeping, but I turned on the cameras and baby monitor so I could watch her.
"Mommy!", I heard the boys yell.
I hurried up and went into the living room.
"What's wrong?", I asked.
"Nothang, we make picture," Matteó said.
"Of you," Michelangelo added, smiling.
I went over and grabbed it.
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"Awe it looks just like me. I'm gonna go hang it on the refrigerator," I said.
They smiled wide and followed me into the kitchen as I hung it on the refrigerator.
"It's so beautiful, thank you my babies," I said, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek.
"Your welcome mommy," they said, smiling.
"We drew mommy," Michelangelo said as Marciello came through the door.
"It looks good. Seems like we have two artists in the family,'' he said, ruffling their hair.
"Can we talk?", Marciello asked.
"Sure," I said.
"I was thinking we could use some time apart," he said lowly since the kids were near.
"You mean breakup?", I said, bluntly.
"No, just a break," he said.
"Marciello I don't have time to play games. I know your probably messing around with someone else, I'm not stupid. If you want to be with a woman who almost killed your child that's your business, but my children will not be surrounded with all that mess and you will not see them," I said.
"I'm not trying to get with Rachel," he sighed.
"Whatever you want a break we can have a break, but it's not guaranteed when you come back around I'll be waiting for you," I said.
"When I say we need a break I just mean some space away from each other. I don't mean we're going to screw around with other people,'' he said.
"How many breaks have we had? What have they solved? Nothing. You want to take a break then we can, but it's going to be permanent. I don't have time to go back and forth. If we don't sit down and solve our problems it's never going to work. Running away isn't going to do anything, but if that's what you want to do then by all means do so, but you better believe them divorce papers are going to be sent to you address,'' I said.
