“Are you okay, Anna?” April asked.
“I’m so sorry, babies,” I started before June interrupted.
“Why are you sorry?” she asked, almost angrily.
“Oh, God, I wished you would die when I found out I was pregnant,” I said, looking away as my shame overpowered me.
“But you carried us to term, anyway, didn’t you?” April asked, drawing my gaze to her. “You gave birth to us… gave us life.”
“Y… yes,” I admitted. I looked back and forth between April and June and earnestly said, “But once I accepted that I was going to go through with it, I thought about what beautiful babies you would be. I felt so bad that I would have to give you away, so I did everything I could to ensure you’d be healthy when you were born.”
June asked, “Are you disappointed with how we turned out?”
I pulled June into a hug and said, “God, no! You two are perfect!” I sniffled and continued, “I prayed for you every night, asking God to look over you and take care of you. I prayed that you’d be in a good home and that they’d love you, take care of you, and help you grow up to be the two incredible women you are.”
I pulled back and saw the tears in their eyes. I said, “Oh, babies, you’ve exceeded all of my expectations.” I looked down at my hands clutched in my lap. “I just hope you don’t hate me for being so weak.”
April said, “Why would I hate you? You were in an impossible situation and, under the circumstances, did the best you could. In truth, this only makes me love you even more than I already do.”
April looked at June, who nodded and said, “Anna, I could never hate you. You’ve given me the greatest gift ever, and I could never repay you for it.”
I was so overwhelmed by their declarations that I started crying again. Through tears, I said, “Oh, babies, I love you so much!”
We spent the rest of the night talking. There were periods of tears and laughter as we worked through our feelings about the revelation that I was their birth mother. They pressed me for all of the details about the rape, wondering if I knew who their father was. Unfortunately, I had no idea who their father was because I had no idea who had raped me. I never saw his face, and the police never found any evidence that could have identified him.
One of the many things we discussed was if abortion had been available, would I have taken that option. I told them I honestly didn’t know what I would have done even if abortion had been an option. Being from a devout Catholic family, choosing abortion would have never been a consideration, and even now, I didn’t think I could have consciously killed a fetus.
Finally, we talked ourselves out and started yawning, all thoughts of mind-blowing sex gone out the window. We all performed our toilets and crawled into bed together, me in the middle, wrapped in the arms of my two babies. I fell asleep knowing my babies didn’t hate me for wishing them dead but loved me for giving them life…
… I woke up, and it was just barely morning. Being still on east coast time, I was wide awake, and my babies were still sleeping. I eased myself out from between them and sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, watching over my beautiful babies. As my eyes roved over their slumbering bodies, I marveled at how perfect they looked, from their narrow high-arched feet to their beautiful faces. I thanked God for His gift of beauty from such a horrible event. My babies were proof that good can come from the most heinous act imaginable.
I didn’t know how long I sat there looking at them, trying to imagine what it must have been like to watch them grow into the incredible women they were now. My eyes burned from thinking about how much love Sophie and Anthony had lavished on my babies. I knew I could never thank them enough for taking them in and raising them as their own. I vowed to never try to insert myself between them and the girls. They were my babies’ parents, and nothing I could do or say would ever change that, and if I tried, I would only destroy what I had come to love.
Eventually, my babies started stirring, so I roused myself and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. I had the bacon frying and the pancake mix made when April and June came out into the kitchen. Each girl greeted me with a hug and a kiss before sitting at the kitchen table with their arms around each other, big smiles on their faces.
I could feel their eyes on me as I stood over the stove fixing breakfast. I started thinking about the fact that we were first lovers before finding out we were related. Was it really incest if you had sex with someone and didn’t know they were your close relative? Certainly, the taboo aspect of it wasn’t there. I looked over at April and June sitting at the table, and I didn’t see two daughters sitting there – I saw two beautiful women I enjoyed having a sexual relationship with.
When I had the food ready, I said, “Breakfast is ready, babies!”
April and June jumped up and grabbed a plate, each palming my ass while doing so. I started warming up, thinking they were still interested in a sexual relationship with me, even though I was their birth mother. I picked up my plate and joined them at the table, sitting between them as was our custom. Our interactions started out slow, as though we were feeling our way back to how we usually thought about each other but had returned to normal by the time we finished breakfast.
I loved exchanging kisses with both of them between bites. We started talking about plans for the day. I decided to stay another day, so I’d have to call the airline and reschedule my flight back to DCA. I’d also have to call George and let him know what was going on. That was going to be a conversation I needed to have but wasn’t looking forward to.
I sent the twins off to get showered and dressed while I cleaned up in the kitchen. I loved hearing the banter between the two as they got ready. By the time I was prepared to shower, they were getting dressed and excitedly discussing what we’d be doing today. I quickly showered and performed my toilet before I called the airline to reschedule. It would cost me to do so, but it was worth it. Once I had that done, we headed out. The first thing we needed to do was for me to check out of the Embassy Suites. I would stay the night with my babies at their apartment, so I didn’t need the hotel room for another night.
I quickly changed into my travel outfit before packing my bag and heading down to the front desk. After checking out, we came back to the apartment. I needed to call George and tell him the news. I decided we’d all participate in the call, so I put the phone on speaker when George picked up and said, “Hello?”
“Hey, sweetie,” I started, “I’ve got April and June with me.”
April and June jumped in and said, “Hi, George.”
After George returned their greetings, I said, “There’s going to be a slight change in plans.”
“Oh?” George said. “You’re staying another night?”
I exchanged looks with April and June before I said, “Yes. How did you know?”
“Well,” George said, “I could claim that I know you so well after being married to you for thirteen years. But, in truth, you called, and you’ve never called before, so I could only assume you weren’t planning on returning today.”
I could hear his smile over the phone, and I smiled in reaction as I said, “I’m that easy to predict?”
“Yes,” George replied. I waited a bit for him to continue, but he added nothing else.
I said, “Well, here’s something you didn’t predict.” I paused for a moment before just putting it out there for George. “April and June are my daughters,” I began. I went on to tell him how April and June had decided to find their birth mother and wanted to surprise me with the reveal.
When I finished, there was a short pause before George said, “I thought as much.”
I was gobsmacked by George’s response. I asked, “How could you possibly know that?”
I heard George sigh before he said, “Love really is blind.” After a pause, George said, “When I saw April and June for the first time, I was struck by how much they looked like you, despite being so much taller than you. The nose and the chin were dead giveaways.”
Hearing that, I looked at April and June with new eyes and realized that George was right. I could see April’s and June’s eyes widen as they looked back and forth between each other and me.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked, shocked at the revelation.
“Looking alike is not always an indication of being related,” George explained patiently. “I suspected, but I didn’t want to say anything to affect your relationship with April and June. After all, if they aren’t your daughters, your relationship isn’t incestuous. Now that you know they are, how do you plan to go from here?”
I could hear the concern in George’s voice as he asked that question. I looked up into April’s and June’s eyes as I answered, “That’s one reason I want to stay another day. We need to work that out now and not put it off for another time. I’ve checked out of the hotel, so if you need to call me, you can call here.” I ensured George had the number and my new flight information before we said our goodbyes and ended the call.
I turned to the girls with a “What now?” look on my face.
April and June shared an intense look before April turned to me and said, “You’re not our mother. You didn’t raise us, change our diapers, wipe our asses, or fix our boo-boos. We may be genetically related, but as far as we are concerned, you’re our lover….”
“… And we don’t want that to change,” June finished.
I teared up at their passionate declaration and pulled April, and then June, into a hug. “Oh, babies,” I said, stepping back and smiling through my tears, “I don’t want that to change either.”
April and June exchanged a look before looking at me. April asked, “Then why aren’t you naked?”
I smiled and snarked, “I could ask the same of you two.”
I started stripping after toeing off my shoes, laughing at the stunned looks on April’s and June’s faces. By the time I was naked, April and June had just started toeing off their shoes and removing their clothing. I ran into the bedroom, jumped on the bed, and waited for my two babies to join me. I briefly thought about how I would shortly be having sex with my daughters. As that word rolled around in my head, I quickly realized that it didn’t change how I felt about them. I loved them sexually, not maternally.
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