I am Jennifer, a 43-year-old single mother of a teenager. My life used to be picture perfect, but following my messy divorce from my ex-husband Dereck, everything went south. My son Josh and I ended up living in what looks like the tiniest apartment there is, but at least we have each other. The thing is that Dereck left without warning. He just didn’t want to have anything with me and Josh any longer, and he left heartbreak behind.
One day, I heart Josh’ footsteps, but they sounded heavier than usual.
“Mom, come quick. You need to see this!” he yelled from the front door.
I had no idea what was going on and got scared for a moment, and then I saw Josh carrying two babies in his arms. They were newborn twins, barely days old.
“Josh! Whose babies are these? And why do you have them?”
“Mom, they are daddy’s twins… let me explain everything.”
You see, our place is near Mercy General Hospital, and Josh went there to check on his friend Marcus who fell from his bike and injured his knee when he saw Dereck after years of not having any contact with him. He was angry and yelling before he stormed out the hospital
