Rachel's Accident (30 page)

A few days after we were all back home again the report came over the national news that Trevor and his boyfriend had been arrested.
I was just glad that me and my babies were safe from those two for years to come. And should they ever try coming after our little family again we would be well prepared. Ethan had insisted on a bodyguard whenever I went out or accompanying me himself, if he had the time.

I didn’t really mind it so much since it meant for us that we spent all the more time together. He didn’t really like it when I went out and he sat at home alone, worrying about me despite the bodyguard.

Thankfully, though, the roller coaster of emotions and events mellowed out after that. Ethan and I made a promise to never assume anything bad about the other and always talk about our problems and feelings. It may sound a bit cheesy and girly, but it is necessary to have a healthy relationship.

Long story short: Ethan never did propose to me, but that’s okay. I’m happy and comfortable the way we are. We don’t need a piece of paper to legally bind us together. We can be happy without that. And I know in my heart that Ethan will always be there for me and the twins. But who knows? Maybe someday we will get married if the mood strikes us.

I still hadn’t found out very much about Ethan’s past, but I was working on that. I knew from the way he reacted when I brought it up that it had been anything but pleasant. And honestly I didn’t want him to have to relive those memories and hurt him, but on the other hand I burned to know everything about the man I loved and had children with. I think I got a right to know, don’t you?

But I would wait for him to open up to me. Now, and then he gave me little bits and pieces, for example, his favorite food when he was a young child, his hang out spot when he was a teenager, things like that. I was sure over time he would share what made him the way he was today. What made him hide those memories from me in the first place, but until then I would count my blessings and live my life with him and our little ones to the fullest.

I’d only poke and prod a little bit here and there. If he opened up, all the better. If he didn’t, I’d try again some other time. I wasn’t going to give up because I loved him more than anything in the world (except for my precious twins, Cassandra and Cole, of course).

The End