Hey guys! Sorry it's been horrendously long since I've updated this story! I promise it won't happen again. Hopefully. Lol.

This chapter we see some Janet/Trina bonding, as well as Tom being...Tom. Is he up to his shenanigans again? :/

Hopefully not.

Read and find out.

Enjoy!

G.

I halfway ran over to the phone that was ringing practically off the hook. I picked it up and answered, "Decker residence."

"Hey Trina, I just wanted to make sure everything went okay the other day. Abortions can really take a to-"

"Susan, I didn't have one." I interrupted softly.

There was silence.

"Susan?" I said.

"Trina! Are you serious? I'm so glad!"

I chuckled and leaned against the wall, laying my hand gently on my slight bulge. "I'm very serious. They're still right here with me, 24/7."

"I'm so glad, Trina. Being a mother can be scary, but it's all so worth it. You won't regret that decision."

"I regret thinking about it in the first place. I regret laying on the table…I regret everything but the final decision." I state, taking a deep breath to try to remove the horrible memories of being in that cold, gloomy office. "Hey, Susan? Can I call you back later? I just got my homemade cookies out of the oven, I was bringing them to Janet to show her teaching skills paid off." I say with a bit of a smile.

"Of course. I'm so glad you didn't get the abortion, Trina. So proud. I'll talk to you later, be careful." She replies.

I shift my weight onto my other side, "Always." I answer before hanging up the phone on the wall.

I turned to my freshly baked tray of cookies and smiled, "Mmmm…too bad you're all for Janet." I coo to them, grinning widely and almost maniacally. I bite my lips together and look around as if someone were actually here, "I guess just…one wouldn't hurt." I say, picking one up sheepishly and taking a bite out of the gooey, moist, chocolate chip cookie. I close my eyes and chew it, moaning as I did so. Oh, if Tom were here to hear me right now, it wouldn't be two seconds before we were in the bedroom.

I finished the cookie and wrapped the remainders up, sneaking out another cookie from the saran wrap and putting it in between my teeth, holding it there while I put the cookies in a little bag. I grab my purse and take the cookie into my fingers, chewing off a piece as I brought it from my mouth.

Out to my car and slowly leaning down inside it, I place the cookies in the passenger seat and take off to Janet's. I repeated the process in reverse and went to her door, pushing the button for the bell.

I hear heels clicking against the floor and the door opens, "Trina." She says, a warm and surprised smile gracing her face.

I smile and offer her the cookies, "There's two less than the recipe made. The twins…you know, they were hungry…" I state with a small grin.

She rolls her eyes and takes the cookies in her hand, "Come in." She says, moving out of the way and into the kitchen. "Excuse the mess, I've been trying to get packed. Roger wants to leave by the end of the month."

"The end of the month?!" I ask, almost throwing my cookie back up. I fluttered my eyelids and looked at her with an expression of disbelief, "The twins won't even be born yet. Who'll help me?" I ask, throwing all of this stuff at her on accident.

She sets the cookies down on the countertop and walks around to the kitchen side of it. "Well, I'm sure Tom can help you with-"

"No." I interrupt, "I mean the things that only mothers know how to do. Like…like change diapers and…and…" I pause, looking down at my enlarged breasts that my halter top dress lined, "…breastfeeding." I whisper, clear nervousness struck in my tone.

She tilts her head with her lips slightly parted. "I-" She grunts out in a high pitched tone, "I don't know, Trina…I guess Susan can-"

"But you're the expert." I interrupt again. I walk up to the counter and accidentally bump into the box that was sticking halfway off the chair, "Oomph." I squeak, moving it from my path. "You're the one who said you'd help. I'm scared enough already."

Janet walks from behind the counter and takes my hands, startling me a little but I watched what she was doing. "You're a mother now, Trina. You have to figure out what's best for you and for your children while Tom makes the final decisions. That's how families work." She explains and walks back to her spot in the kitchen. She unwrapped the cookies and re-wrapped them like some kind of ritual or nervous habit.

I watched intently as she did this, "Janet…isn't there any way you can stay?" I ask.

She shakes her head and huffs, "The only way would be to divorce him and I'm not doing that to Ricky or-" She stops and sighs, shaking her head as she turns to the cabinets. She reaches up and I catch her at a side view.

My mouth falls open slightly and I steady myself using the countertop, "Janet…why were you at the doctor's yesterday?"

She sighs and brings the plate down, "Just…a checkup." She replies, clearly lying.

"You're a horrible liar, Janet. What were you doing there?"

She looks down and immediately gets emotional, startling me yet again. I looked around me to make sure there wasn't anything near me that she could possibly knock me out with or something. Thankfully, nothing. "I was pregnant, Trina." She whispers, still looking down at what I soon realized was a leftover belly.

My expression saddens and my mouth falls open yet again. "Did…did you have an abor-"

"No!" Janet snaps, lifting her head to expose the tears running down her flushed cheeks. "I miscarried." She says, looking back down as if she was ashamed. "It was a girl…and her name was Rebecca." She finishes.

"Oh…" I say, emotionally unstable enough already. I walk to her side of the counter and wrap her in a hug, "I'm so sorry, Janet." I whisper. After a few moments I pull away and look down at what used to be her joyous, growing bump, now what seemed to be a lonely tomb. "How…how far along were you?"

"I was already twenty weeks. I don't know what happened, Trina. I don't know why she died but she did. I was so…so thrilled. And so was Roger. But…" She stops and her breath hitches, trying to regather herself she fans her face with her hands, "I don't know."

Tears strolled out of my eyes and ran along my cheeks, "I'm so sorry, Janet. I am…I-I don't know what to do…"

"It's for the best." She answers as though she had been brain washed to say that, or as though she had been telling herself that that was the truth. "We're moving, we don't need another baby to support."

I took a deep breath, heavy with sadness. "If there's anything I can do to help, Janet, I wi-"

"No…you shouldn't be lifting any boxes or anything. Thanks anyway, Trina. And thanks for the cookies." She says, giving a halfway smile. At least she tried.

I nodded and gave her another hug, wishing I could've gave her a tighter one but my big belly was getting in the way of things. "Fine…if you need Tom for anything you know we're only a call away." I say, trying to lighten up the conversation a little.

She just huffs a short laugh and tries to smile again, "Yeah. Thanks, Trina." She says.

I got the hint to leave, so I grabbed my purse and went back home.

After another hour, I was standing in the kitchen at the stove making some food. I sighed, hoping Tom would be home soon. I needed someone to talk to and the walls just weren't listening well anymore. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already seven o' clock. Tom should've been home not long after six.

My eyes drifted over to the phone on the wall, debating on whether I should try calling him. I sighed and shook my head. Trust. I needed to trust him. I just hoped he was keeping up on his end.

Minutes later, he comes through the door and sets his things down in the same spot as always. I smiled, glad he was finally home even if he was late. "I'm home, baby." Tom announces.

"I'm in the kitchen." I call out, smiling down into the boiling pot.

I hear his heavy shoes through the rooms and into the kitchen. He smiled and kissed my cheek while unbutton his white shirt. He looks down into the water and smirks, "Mmm…smells delicious." He says.

I turn to him and smile, "Thanks babe. How was flying?" I ask.

"Same as always. Smooth, at least."

I nod softly. If it was smooth, that means the flight should've been getting in on time. "What were you doing afterwards?" I ask vaguely.

There was a short pause between my question and his answer. He slipped his shirt off and laid it on the chair along with his pilot jacket. "Oh…I was…I was at a party that Rex threw." He says.

I look back at him with a dropped jaw, "A what?" I ask, not believing this. "You were at a party? What kind of party?!"

"Just a normal one." He answers quickly, narrowing his eyes.

I shook my head, "Somehow I don't believe you." I reply, tears welling in my eyes, "Because you would've taken me if that were the case." I say. I look back down into the water, nothing else was said.

I look at the clock, five minutes had passed since our last word. "What is it, Tom? Is it because I'm pregnant and fat now? You don't want to show me off like you used to want to show your pretty little flight attendant off? Because if that's the case…it's your fault I'm like this in the first place." I say, stewing and practically infuriated. I didn't get infuriated at him too many times but when he was lying to me…well, I just didn't like being lied to. I didn't appreciate it.

"No!" He answers quickly, "That's not it at all, Tri…I honestly…I just…"

"You just what, Tom? You 'forgot'?" I ask, setting my cutting knife down.

He shakes his head and walks to me. I look at him confusedly and curl my lip slightly, but he still just takes my arm and leads me outside. I walk onto the front patio, barefoot with my apron over my sloppy clothes. "What…is all of that…" I ask, looking at the van in the driveway.

"It's stuff for the twins' room, babe. I picked some of it up today, that's where I was. I was going to wait until I could show you in a more special way but I didn't want you getting more mad at me for a party that wasn't even thrown." He explains.

I look over at him with more tears, happy tears. I practically tackle him with a hug and cry in his shoulder, "That's the best thing you could've done, Tom. Thank you…thank you so much…" I say, muffled by his shirt.

He chuckles and rubs my back, "Only the best for my baby girls." He says, holding each side of my stomach as I stand up straight.

I smiled and wiped the tears from under my eyes, "I want to go see it." I say.

He smiles and nods, "Well let's go." He replies, taking my hand and leading me to the back of the truck.

He climbs up and opens the back, exposing two cribs, two changing tables, two dressers. All matching, all the style of our house. More tears came to my eyes and quickly escaped. I wanted to climb up there with him and hug all of it. But that would probably not be approved by the neighbors.

"Oh baby!" I yell, covering my mouth. "It's all perfect!" I shout, tears flowing freely.

He turns and grins at me, the grin that I've always known Tom to have. "You like it, babe?" He asks, holding onto the truck handle with one hand and leaning out a little.

I nod and sniffle, wiping tears again, "It's all so beautiful, Tom. I can't believe I thought you were cheating on me or something."

He huffs a laugh, more like a huff of hurt. "Well…I definitely wasn't. Now the baby girls can have beds and the complete package. But we have to still paint first, and then we can bring it all in."

I take off my apron and go inside, turning the stove off and going back out. "Let's go get paint." I say eagerly, already walking to the car.

Little did I know after my back was turned, he watched me and chuckled the whole way at my eagerness.

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Let me know what you thought, please! Much love,

G.