FALLEN 2~Through Tragedy To Triumph

The days passed quickly and before long it was time for Vin to leave for Vancouver. The night he was to leave I went out and bought him a cake to surprise him with before he left. I wanted to let him know that I hadn’t forgotten his birthday. I am sure he knows I would have done this on his birthday if I wasn’t having babies. When he took his shower to prepare to go, I rushed down to the kitchen put candles into the cake and lit them. Walking up the stairs slowly I went into the bathroom. Once inside I began to sing Happy Birthday. Looking out, he gave me a good once over through the glass door of the shower. Reaching the shower door I open it slightly and tell him to make a wish. Starring into my eyes for a second, he reached out, grabbed my shirt and pulled me in. I couldn’t believe him. Now I am standing in the shower fully dressed and soaked to the bone. The cake is ruined, the icing, running onto my hands. Stepping close to me, he kisses me passionately. I am trying to balance the cake on one hand as he kissed me. Pushing me up against the wall, he slowly picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his naked body pressed against my center and I became aroused. As his hands made their way to my underwear, I had to stop him.

"Babe, the doctor said six weeks." I told him.

"I know but it won’t hurt if we do it a little early."

"It’s only been two weeks." I reply.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"I'm sure." I reply.

"Get out of here you naughty temptress." He says frowning, putting me down and pushing me toward the door.

I step out of the shower and drop his ruined birthday cake into the trash can. Where it used to say Happy Birthday was now a misty-blue blur. After he dressed and I made a quick clothing change, we headed for the door where the limo was waiting, to take him to the airport. I wrap him tightly in my arms, kiss him and tell him I love him and he disappears out of the door.

Closing the door, I go upstairs to the bedroom where Miracle and Mark were sleeping peacefully. A single tear dropped from my eye. It was hard to think of being away from him although we would be together soon. We’d made plans for the little ones and I to visit him often while he was in Vancouver. We planned to see him once a month for at least three days while he was there. Meanwhile I had plenty to keep me busy, working on the babies nursery. Angie took a small vacation, from work, so she could be with the babies and I every day. So every second the babies slept, we decorated. I had it all planned out in my head. We painted all four walls a different color. They would share the room on a diagonal line. The pink and purple side would belong to Miri and the blue and yellow side Marky. Angie loved the idea. Next we went to a craft store and bought different kinds of stencils. Little sail boats, cars, ballerina slippers, bows, etc. We traced them onto the pink and blue wall and went over the marking with a darker paint. Navy for the blue and fuchsia for the pink.

The carpet on the floor was a light tan and would be easily stained, so we covered the parts where there would be heavy traffic with ABC throw rugs. They were really nice and matched the scheme of the room wonderfully. They each would have a white crib but I fancied a white circular crib for Miri, with a canopy. It was gorgeous next to the right side window. The canopy cover I chose for it was pink and white with little silk bows it was an entire set, so I bought the sheets, blanket and bumper to match. Marky’s set was blue pinstriped and cover with little yellow ducks. White dressers and changing tables for them both and my rocking chair that I brought with me from Miami. On the final day Angie and I brought the babies in to check it out, it was funny watching them try to focus their eyes on the bright colors.

I had been sending Vin pictures of Mark, Miri, and me via email since he had been gone. We would get a little ten minute conversation in every night (or should I say morning?) before he crashed. In just a few short days, the babies and I would be traveling to Vancouver to be with him for our scheduled three days and I could hardly contain my excitement.
Our plane touched down in Vancouver at noon. As we exited our chartered plane, I could see Vin standing outside from the window. I took the stairs quickly, ran to him and wrapped myself tightly around him. I kissed him all over his face I was so happy to see him. Electra and Drag had attacked me at the door of the charter and stole my children. We took a limo back to Vin’s penthouse, for lunch, he had a few hours to spend with the babies and me before he went back to work for night shooting. His penthouse was lavish and laid out. From his window he had a beautiful view of the skyline. The living room was spacious and perfect for entertaining people out of town. In the bathroom was a Jacuzzi tub and a steam room. He was blown away at how the twins had grown since he’d been gone and loved the pictures I showed him of the nursery. He took me into the second room which he had all set up for Mark and Miri. He suggested after lunch we go out and see the city.

"Maybe do some shopping," He said.

"Hmm, maybe," I replied.

"Tired?" He asked.

"Just a little," I answer.

"So, how about we spend a little time rolling around in bed together after this?"

"Sounds good to me," I said shoving a bite of food into his mouth.

I woke up from my nap to a crying baby. Miri was letting the entire hotel know that she was in the building. I took her into my arms to comfort her. I rocked her slowly and talked baby talk to her until she was comforted. Looking down into her bright little eyes as she quieted down. Climbing back into the bed, I lay back, put my knees up and prop her up facing me. I began to talk to her tickling her fat little belly and kissing her bare feet. I turn on the television and I see the E! News is doing a story on Vin. It seems a nurse at the hospital had leaked to the press that Vin and I had been at Miami Hospital and that I gave birth to twins of unknown sex. Of course they had only saw him and had no clue who I was but that was fine with me. The name of the story was Vin Diesel: World's Greatest Dad or World Renowned Bachelor. I laughed so hard I thought I would burst. I tell you, nothing is sacred.