I Need Another Chance

*Genevive*

Ama rolls her full and long hair in a bun, and looks me in the eyes, and says, "This game you're playing is dangerous."

I look at her in mock surprise, and ask, "What game?"

She glares at me. "Stop acting clueless. He knows you have kids now. It is only a matter of time before he finds out they are his. Why won't you just rip the band aid off and tell him that they are his children?!"

I widen my eyes at her in shock. "You know why I can't do that."

"Do I?" She asks. "You're just scared, and I agree that you have every right to be, but this is not about you. It's about your kids and him. They can't keep on living like they have no father when theirs is just few hours away from them. He can't keep on being in the dark. Your kids too."

I wispher, "I am aware of that. I just need to make sure he is actually ready for my kids yet."

She raises her eyebrows, "You do know they are his too, right?"

"Sadly," I reply.

She rolls her eyes at me. "I don't like the way this is going Gen. I don't feel good about it one bit. I am on your side, but once he suspects that they are his, all hell will break lose babe. He has money and power. It'll be easy to get custody of the kids once he gets a whiff of what you've been doing."

My eyes widen in both fear and shock because I know she is right. I wish she wasn't, but she is. "I'll tell him, in two weeks when I am sure he really is ready to settle down, or if he cane juggle his work and his kids. I have to be sure he wants to take care of them too because I don't think he ever wanted kids."

Ama looks at me, and replies, "Maybe. If he doesn't want to raise them, at least he can offer financial help. Taking care of oneself is a hassle, talk less of oneself and two kids."

"I don't want his money," I reply hastily.

"It's not for you love, it's for the kids. Let's not pretend that the expenses are much. Let's not pretend like you don't need the money. Please, don't let your pride blind you love," she says staring at me.

I roll my eyes in reply, and stubbornly say, "I won't take his money."

"I will take it," Ama replies.

I glare at her and she glares back. "I will take the money Genevieve because this isn't the time to be proud. Have you thought about college for them?"

"They are barely five. There's still time," I reply.

"So you think, but I still remember finding out you were pregnant with twins just like it was yesterday. Now, they are almost five. Before you know it, they'll be 18. I will collect the money on your behalf if I have to," she says vehemently.

I purse my lips in annoyance and she glares at me.

"With that said, we don't know if he will want to be a father to the twins," she says raising her eyebrows.

I scoff. "There is no way he wants to be a father."

She raises one eyebrow and folds her arms, "And you know that how? Did you ask him?"

My eye twitches, and she smirks, and says, "I thought so."

"Touché"

She grins. "Just tell him babe," she replies.

I close my eyes and groan. "I'll tell him in two weeks."

"Promise me," she says.

I swallow and say, "I can't do that."

She asks, "So you don't plan on telling him ever?"

I glare at her. "I wish, but you are right. If I don't tell him, he will find out. I will tell him in two weeks."

She nods, and I decide to change the topic. "So, how was work today?"

"Don't remind me," she immediately says.

I brace for her to tell me exactly what happened already knowing it will have my brother written all over it.

She fists her hands, and says, "That stupid brother of yours, he called me an incompetent nurse."

My eyes widen and I shout,"What?!" then I lower my voice when I remember the twins are sleeping.

"Yes, he did. I was in shock, and I called him a foolish doctor who is blind to instructions and has a handwriting worse than a three year old," she says grinning evilly,

I wince when I hear what she says. She doesn't know it, but my brother is dyslexic. I'm sure if I tell her, she will feel terrible, but Gio hates people knowing about his eye condition, and tries as much as possible to keep it under wraps.

She grins evilly, and says, "Yes. How dare he tell me I'm an incompetent nurse with no sense on how to take care of someone?"

Knowing her, I'm sure she thought about her ex boyfriend who died. Even though she was never at fault, she always partly blamed herself even though his declining health was at fault.

The both of them always had a dangerous way with words, and always hurt each other in the process without even knowing it.

She continues, "Had he read the instructions well, he would've known what was wrong with the patient. Instead, he blamed me. What a fool."

I since slightly, and ask, "Why are you both always against each other? What did my brother do to you?"

"Everything," she replies immediately.

I laugh at her hurried response, and I say, "I can't wait for you both to finally see eye to eye."

My best friend cackles, and says, "Even in the dream, that cannot happen."

I laugh at her reply, and listen to her narrate how work was with the villain. I almost grin, and cross my arms at the story knowing fully well that even when there is nothing wrong, they will both find something wrong with each other.

I hope they fall in love so that they can both calm down.