I Found the Babies

Bonus - Terrence

When Terrence meets the babies for the very first time.

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Guilt.

It was as if it had engulfed my entire being. I felt guilty for almost everything that was happening in my life. Even when my food stock ran out of gummy bears, I felt guilty. Even when I accidentally broke the flower vase Larissa had gifted me, I had no why she gifted a flower vase, i felt guilty.

Since Larissa's baby was stillborn, it was as if I blamed myself for everything.

Every time I looked into those shimmering blue eyes of my father, glistening with tears when he looked at his wife, not knowing what to do, I felt guilty. I didn't have an idea why, but I felt that I did something wrong, something which I shouldn't have done. i felt like I could have done something to save the baby.

Larissa didn't even look at her baby when the doctor had handed us the lifeless, newborn baby boy to us. She was too broken, and looking at her own flesh and blood, who couldn't be a part of her life anymore, would have broken her even more.

I had always dreamed of pitter-patter of little feet running everywhere in my father's house, giggles and innocent laughter filling the air. I had dreamed of becoming the cool and protective brother, saving the kiddo's ass every time he got into trouble. After all, he was going to be my brother, he was bound to be mischievous.

I wanted to give him the world.

Tenth of April, year 2017, was the day we were going to remember for the rest of our lives. Because the little guy we dreamed of giving the whole world to, didn't even open his eyes to see the world.

Let alone live his life.

I never got to see if his eyes were blue, like my father's and mine, or if they were grey, like his mother's. I never got to see if he had a calm and composed persona like his father or if he was, well...like his mother.

He was too small, too tiny to even fit in our arms, I had expected him to be a lot bigger, because Larissa's pregnant belly was almost twice as large as him. When I had held him, I was wishing for some miracle to happen, wanting him to show at least signs of life.

He never did.

Even at his funeral, at which only dad and I were present, I wanted to hear him crying. I held my hopes high till the last moment. But he was now six feet under, with his him just next to my mother.

I was occupied with sadness, too much grief that all I could do to distract myself was work and fuck. Dad and Larissa had already taken my private jet to Paris, so that they could take a break and distract themselves. Once they went away, I brought five girls in the span of two days and banged them, the way I wanted.

Even today, when I thought that Allison- my bad, Alyssa wasn't going to show up, I called up another girl who had left her number the previous night, when I had fucked her friend. But that woman had to arrive right in the middle of my orgasm.

Then, she had the nerve to insult and embarrass me, like the bitch she was, taunting and teasing me at every opportunity she got. The condoms, that squealing chick, my secretary, she did not lose even one single chance to deflate my ego.