I fed Riley the remaining spoonful of baby rice and got them dressed. Mum was coming today, and I was more than nervous. I dressed Niamh in a long-sleeved navy top and some blue and white leggings and Riley in some blue jeans and a red t-shirt. I asked Dad to watch them for a while so I could go and change. I put on my skinny jeans and a pale pink blouse. I noticed I'd lost a surprising amount of weight from living with Ari, because I never really think about having extra snacks like I do at home, I was never really bored. I then did a neat side braid and put on some foundation and only a small amount of mascara. Lastly, I checked my phone once more, wanting to hear from Sam. He was all I ever thought about, and I even found it hard to sleep in my own bed. I peered at my shiny white iPhone and noticed I had a message. It was a message from Sam. My stomach twirled around like a washing-machine as I tapped the message.
Christina. Whether you reply, or you don't reply, I love those 2, you know how much I do and because I don't wish to see them doesn't change that in anyway.
I stared for more than a minute. Without hesitation, I called him. He cannot walk away without seeing his own kids! The phone buzzed and buzzed and-
"Hello Christina?" Sam said quietly, confused.
"Sam, what's this about? You don't wish to see them? Are you joking?" I questioned.
"No. I mean, I don't love you any more, Christina, I don't want to see you so I cannot see them, can I? It'll make things difficult!"
"So you're just going to end it and let that be it for the rest of our lives?"
We paused down the line and I was interested to hear his answer.
"Do you love me?" He asked softly, in a quite tone.
"Sam," I hesitated, "If you don't love me then that's the way we'll end it."
"Bye then?" I said but the phone already was disconnected.
"Christina?!" I heard Dad shouting from downstairs. I chucked my phone down and zoomed back into reality. I ran downstairs, not telling Dad I had called Sam. I noticed my Mum would be here in less than fifteen minutes, so I started to feel the nerves set in.
"You took a while!" Dad tittered while I pushed some books to Riley.
* * *
The doorbell rang while I was in the kitchen searching for Niamh's teething ring. I panicked all of a sudden and ran in the living room.
"Am I getting it?" Dad asked, "Yes, hurry!" I quickly replied, picking up Riley and Niamh and standing in the middle of the living room.
"Hiya lovey!" I heard a lady say and then the door slammed.
Dad stepped into the room and then a forty-odd year old lady followed after him. She had brown, short hair, curled tightly, and her outfit was a long beige coat, with big black buttons on the front. She stood there, staring, with a smile hidden in her tears. Dad took Riley and I went in for a hug. She was warm and hug-able like any Mother should be. Niamh got snuggled in too, and it made her giggle. "Hello little one! I'm Grandma!" Mum said tickling her chin. Then she turned and stroked Riley's head, "Hello Baby!" She said in a childish tone. "Oh, they're beautiful!" She mused, hugging me again, "You're beautiful! Absolutely stunning!" We carried on hugging and talking for a long time.
Before Mum left, she held my hands, tightly and said, "I'll have to arrange a date for us then, chuck!" She smiled, giving me another hug. She had given Dad her number and then she was off. Just like that.