Chapter 97: Chapter 97

"Mommy?" A tiny familiar voice was trying to wake me up from my deep sleep.

I let out a whimper before slowly opening my eyes. "Gia." I smiled after seeing her in front of me, tightly holding her stuffed toy—Stitch.

Her head moved slightly to look at me. Later she came closer and placed her little hand on my forehead.

"You are not sick, Mommy," she uttered.

I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. "Of course, baby. Why would Mommy get sick?" I gently asked her.

Instead of answering, she softly pouted her pink lips. She was about to speak again when her twin, Gio, came in the room. He was carrying a glass of water and was carefully bringing it towards me.

I couldn't help but smile because at their young age they are able to take care of me the way they know how. "Thank you," I said.

"Are you okay, Mom?" Gio asked when I finished taking a sip from it.

I nodded and then placed the glass I was holding on the bedside table. "Is there a problem, babies?"

"Mommy, is it your rest day today?" Gia looked at me, confused.

That's when everything slowly sunk into me. Instantly, I glanced at the wall clock. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as I remained looking at it. That's why my children are surprised by my presence, I'm late!

Shit!

I quickly got up and hurried to my walk-in closet, ignoring my children watching me. I took simple tops and trousers, after that I looked at the twins for a while. I smiled at them.

"I'm sorry, babies. But mommy needs to dress up quickly," I said goodbye and then went inside the bathroom.

I couldn't help but silently swear at my every move. Secretly blaming Agustine for why I was still at home at six in the morning. If he hadn't tortured me last night, I wouldn't be up like this.

He asked for a sample design. I did it. I was not informed by the fool that he had to like it right away. What happened was that I passed three different designs to him last night. It was almost two o'clock in the morning yet, I was still busy with what he wanted me to do.

Really smart. He really lost a screw in the brain. I don't know if he is really serious about the project or if he is really going to make me suffer. Either way, he's a m0thafUcka with big balls.

I shut my eyes tight and shook my head in disbelief. What are my thoughts because of him? I am starting to lose class because of him!

I finished my bath routine. I was already dressed and was about to leave the bathroom when my cellphone rang on the bedside table. The children are gone, maybe they are at Mama's by now.

I peered at the screen as I approached the table. That's how I frowned when I saw the familiar number there. What else does he need now?

I sighed before picking up the smart phone and then answered it. My mouth was about to open when I heard his heavy breathing on the other line so I stopped.

"Where are you?" he was seriously curious.

My brow flicked at his question. "What do you need, Mr. Revelar?"

"Why are you still at home?" he asked again instead of answering me.

I closed my eyes tightly as I tightened my grip on the phone. Annoyance is slowly coursing through my system. One more freaking dumb question from him, I swear I will hang up the call!

"Are you still with your boyfriend?"

Okay, that's it. I finally ended his call. I don't know where he gets his questions— what for, and why he asks.

"Damn, Agustine. It's been five years. I didn't think we would be treating each other like this today," I couldn't help but blurt out.

I just shook my head in annoyance and frustration. We are no longer teens to play with this kind of revenge. I am aware that he is angry with me. I just don't know if it's because of our past or because of what Mommy Francheska has done to his family. We have only been seeing each other for a day, but I have been tired for a year.

I smiled bitterly when my smart phone rang again and saw his number there. A few years have passed, despite what happened, I tried to understand what he had done. He cheated on me, used me, and whatnot. Despite all of it, I chose to justify his actions and decided to forget everything. I made a mistake too.

I couldn't help but glance at the picture frame on the bedside table, it was my twin kids. Smiling while hugging each other tightly. Feeling a little pity for their situation, I tried to ignore it. I took a deep breath before grabbing my bag.

I'll admit, at least one percent, I hoped that Agustine and I would be civil. I thought after all the shame and pain I went through that would be enough for what he wanted. But it seems I was wrong. Maybe, the wound left by Mommy Francheska was deep. I have no right to name his superficial reasons back then.  First and foremost because I was not in his place at that time. Second, I have never experienced being broken by my family because that is what Daddy tried to give me.

"Babies," I called as I got down the stairs.

They immediately came out of the kitchen and walked towards me. "Are you leaving already, Mom?" Gia was curious.

I nodded in response and bent slightly to plant a kiss on his forehead.

"Mommy..." Gio uttered in a low tone voice.

"Yes, baby?" I turned my face down to see him.

He occasionally looked away from me before he spoke again. "Have you... met him?"

I immediately got speechless by my son's question. I just kept looking at him. Looking for a reason for his question.

I raised my hand towards his little face and then caressed it gently. "Do you want to see him? Your father?" I asked sweetly.

I saw the hesitation on his face for a few seconds. I even saw Gia having doubt in the corner of my eyes. Not long enough, Gio did a modest head shake. Although I feel sorry for him, I can't do anything for him.

"Take care on your way, Mommy," Gio said.

I smiled at him and then planted a kiss on his forehead. "Always remember that I love you both." Then I hugged Gia with him. "You and your sister," I murmured.

Their little heads nodded, then their arms slowly embraced me. "We love you too, Mom."

Yeah, Agustine didn't know anything about my kids. But my twins, on the other hand, know about his existence.