The Mitchell Family Series BoxSet 1-4.5 (72 page)

Chapter 1

Miranda

In the first several months of my pregnancy, we had a bunch going on. After the Noah and Bella episode with the horses, we went back to Kentucky two more times, one being for Savanna’s baby shower, which in turn was when she ended up going into labor.

Their little girl Christian was so beautiful. She had been born with one dimple on her right cheek that was almost so deep you could see it even when she wasn’t smiling. We still weren’t sure whether her eyes were going to be blue or green like Colt and Noah’s, but either way, she was gorgeous. Her full head of dark hair never fell out and it continued to get longer.

Savanna had already had new family photos taken and her walls were covered in more pictures. We kept joking to Colt that he was soon going to have to build an addition just to house all of the pictures she had.

I didn’t have much room to talk. Since getting married, my house was also filled with beautiful memories of our family. My favorite picture was the one of Ty and Bella from our ceremony at the barn. Every time I looked at it, I thought about those beautiful words he said to her on that day. I still don’t know how I got so lucky and ended up with Ty, or how he had changed his entire life around for me and my little girl, but I was more than grateful.

Aside from Savanna, Ty was my very best friend. We didn’t have secrets, unless they were some kind of sexual surprise to be discovered at a later time. We talked about everything, sometimes still staying up into the wee hours of the night.

In fact, I loved just hanging out with Ty when nobody was around. I loved that if he was close, he was always touching me. He’d play with my fingers, stroke my skin, or kiss me in random places. Just one touch from him sent a scorching fire into my heart. His love for me was obvious and it was something I never had experienced before.

Even though Bella had her own room, she still liked to sneak in bed with us every now and again.  Of course, my husband had a problem with telling her ‘no’, so she knew she could get away with it, if he was around. I’d often wake up with her sideways between us. It was hard considering I had to stand up to style hair all day with a sore back. One benefit was that Ty would always give me one of his famous massages, which in turn would become a passionate night of love making.

Speaking of love making, I had started to prefer it over our quickies and rough adventures. Don’t get me wrong, Ty and I loved to get freaky, but there was something so intense when we came together emotionally. There had been several times, even before I was pregnant, where we had finished and I couldn’t stop crying. I was just so darn happy to connect with him like that.

Waking up next to someone that intently loves you, is something that can’t be described. Ty was everything to me and the longer we were together, the more I loved him.

Since we had built on to our house, we had plenty of room for my brother to move in with us. I was very reluctant at first, considering the state he was in, but he was my brother and we knew that moving him away from that life would help get him straight.

I couldn’t help but blame myself a little bit for Conner’s actions. He and I had never been apart and for most of our lives, he had been my very best friend. I didn’t hang out with other girls; in fact, they never really cared for me much. It didn’t help that I found it as my life’s mission to steal their boyfriends all of the time. I’d done some horrible things, but Conner always had my back, even when he knew I was in the wrong.

The issues with him were no different. He needed me and I felt it was my obligation to be there.

Originally, Ty had given Conner his old room in his parent’s house, but after the first week, he started staying in our guest room. He was homesick, I could tell, because he clung to me like we were the only survivors of an Apocalypse. With having a job, a daughter and a husband, the clinginess got old real quick.

I don’t think Ty would ever be jealous of me spending time with Conner, I mean our whole lives we had been considered family, as weird as that may sound, but it was more like he missed me. Ty did such a good job keeping his jokes to a minimum, especially the first few weeks Conner stayed with us. To say that I was worried about that would have been an understatement. Sometimes Ty got out of control with his bantering and it fueled Connor up every single time.

Izzy enjoyed her uncle being around, and because he wasn’t caught up in his normal social life, he had extra time for her.

For the first couple of weeks he was constantly on his cell phone, managing his Facebook page, texting his friends and even talking to a few girls on the phone. He was a grown man, so I had no right to act all bossy about it. I wasn’t that type of person anyway.

Instead, I let him do his own thing, knowing he needed the time to adjust. Besides Ty and me, his only friend in North Carolina was Brina, if that was what he would call her. He hadn’t been with us for a whole weekend before she started showing up. At first, she and Conner would go somewhere else, but we woke one morning to her walking around in his clothes.

It wasn’t just that I didn’t care for Brina, Ty hated her. She had been a bitch to him since they were kids; fighting with him over Van like she was an object. After spending time with her during Van and Colt’s nuptials, I really got a good taste of the person she was. Brina was a selfish girl who had every intention of having a relationship with my brother. She thought she had an advantage of being the only chick he knew. She was wrong.

When I came out of that bedroom and saw her in my living room, I wanted to pounce on her. She had no right to be in our house, especially after several comments she made about my husband just days prior.

Once she finally went home that day, and I got Ty to stay out of it, I sat down and talked to my brother. Of course, he made me feel like the bad guy, claiming he had no other friends. The truth was that he and Ty were friends, he just hated that Ty would rather stay home with Bella and I, instead of going out to party at bars. I guess Conner and Ty used to be on the same page as far as their lives were concerned. After he and I hooked up, it changed him, completely. Conner couldn’t handle the change, not when he knew how Ty had wandering eyes when he was with Van. I think he held that against him. He loved Ty; he just couldn’t understand him any longer.

I’d invited several of my co-workers over to the house to hang out, even when she was there. After meeting a few of them, he started hanging out with them and some of their friends. Most of them all knew Ty, being that we lived in a small town, so we could keep tabs on Conner, even if he did go out.

For a while, I felt like his babysitter; always making sure he ate right, worked enough hours and went to bed at a decent hour. There were many times where he called me a nag, among other things, causing a verbal confrontation between him and Ty as a result.

I was now reaching my fifth month of pregnancy and was already starting to wonder how much longer I could continue to work on my feet. I will never forget going into that doctor’s office and finding out that our little peanut was actually two peanuts.

We walked into that cold room and I got all changed out of my clothes. Ty was wearing his mechanic uniform, since our appointment was during our lunch break. He stood at my side as the doctor came in and got the monitor on to do the first sonogram. He had been itching to see a picture of the baby for the past five months, but we didn’t have the best insurance and it only allowed for two throughout the pregnancy.

With my husband being unable to keep a secret, we were also finding out the sex. He had names picked out, but refused to tell them to me until he knew what it was going to be. I had made the mistake of telling him that he could pick out the names this time around, since he obviously didn’t have a say with Bella.

With the anticipation in the room being so intense I was ready to puke, I watched the monitor as the doctor rubbed the wand over my already growing belly. In a matter of seconds we heard a gasp followed by an “Oh my”.

I looked to Ty, who seemed as worried as me. “What is it? Is something wrong with the baby?”

My doctor shook her head. “No, nothing is wrong with the
babies
.”

For a moment time stood still. Ty’s hold on my hand became loose and he looked down at me, and then turned toward the doctor. “Wait a minute…did you just say…I’m sorry, but did you just say babies…like plural?” Ty’s rambling made me look straight at the doctor.

She smiled and nodded her head, while she got the position on the monitor and pointed to two separate little peanuts. “You’re having twins. Congratulations.”

I put my hand up to my mouth and started crying and laughing at the same time. When I felt no reaction from Ty, I squeezed his hand to grab his attention. He had been still staring at the screen. “Babe, are you okay?”

“She said twins.” He spoke like the doctor wasn’t in the room anymore.

“Mr. Mitchell do you need to sit down?” She asked him.

He shook his head, while wetness formed in his eyes, before bending down to kiss me. As he pulled away, he had a huge grin on his face. “We’re having twins.”

I let out a cackle. “I heard.” We looked back at the screen and watched as she looked at both of the little babies growing inside of me.

“This one here is a boy.” The doctor pointed to the screen. I heard an air filled laugh come out of Ty as we both awaited the second result. “And it looks like this one is also a boy.”

Ty just stood there staring at the screen. “Twin boys. Holy shit, Miranda, we’re having twin boys.” He leaned down and planted his lips on mine. “I told you I had super sperm, baby.”

Aside from the super sperm comment, Ty did the best he could to contain himself. He made it out to the parking lot before notifying the entire family of our unexpected addition. Of course, I was pretty sure if he could have alerted the media, we would have been on the evening news when we arrived home that night.

We were still so excited from our news that I had forgotten to ask him about the name until I was climbing out of the car to head back into the salon. I leaned down and reached my body into the driver’s side for my kiss goodbye. “I love you.”

Ty kissed me twice before he spoke. “Can you believe this shit? We’re having fucking twins.”

“If they both weigh ten pounds I am going to kill you.”

He started laughing. “If your ass gets fat, I will still want to hit it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I smacked him on the shoulder. “Ty can you be serious? I was talking about the size of them coming out of me.”

“Once the first one comes out the other one will just slide behind him.” He seemed confident that he knew everything about childbirth. We shouldn’t have let him in the room when Christian was born. Now he thought he knew as much as the doctors.

“Now that we know what we’re having, do I get to name one of the boys?” I hadn’t even considered being able to name this one and refused to get my hopes up about names. Ty knew I had wanted Bella to be named Jacob, but he insisted it was his turn.

He startled me when he climbed out of the car and grabbed my hand. “What are you doing?”

He pulled us into the salon and got my bosses attention. “Amy, I need you to clear my wife’s schedule for the day. Is it possible?”

Amy was the best boss ever. She had given me a chance when I thought I would never have one. It was my job that helped me stay with Ty so long ago. She had done so much for me and our friendship had grown because of my appreciation for her.

Amy worked her ass off for her family, while her deadbeat husband refused to hold a job. He preferred getting drunk and lying around in his tighty whities all day. Amy would work ten hours a day, sometimes even more, to avoid going home to him. She had even taken on his daughter from a previous marriage. She was sixteen and loved playing with Bella. The thing was, her husband Rick was overbearing. There were a few times where Ty and I had even suspected that she was being abused. I had confronted her on several occasions, and each of them resulted in her giving me the silent treatment for days on end. I cared about her and her safety. I knew firsthand what it was like to be abused by a man.

Amy gave us a welcomed smile. “Is something wrong?” She seemed truly concerned, which I appreciated since she and I were so close.

“Not unless having TWINS is a big deal.”

Even the clients having their hair done gave us congratulatory comments.

“So, I was thinking she should take the day off and relax, in fact, I was hoping that she could start working a few hours a day instead of eight. Would that be alright? She keeps getting tired and I need her to be taken care of. She could be carrying the next Peyton and Eli Manning.”

I rolled my eyes, wondering if my husband was more concerned about my well being or his potential football star sons. At any rate, the room filled with laughter. Of course it did…we were talking about Ty.

“I don’t see why we can’t arrange for that to happen. It will take us about a week to get the schedule straight. I can take her afternoon appointments today if that’s alright?”

Once we got that all situated, Ty called his boss and told him he wasn’t coming back. They exchanged a few inside jokes before finally hanging up. We both had the coolest bosses and were lucky about that.