I was sitting with Frank in class and we were watching a video. Taking health class as a senior proved to be quite annoying with the class filled with only freshman. Frank was thankfully in my class and we sat in the back together.

"Alright," the teacher said, continuing on with his lecture.

I was definitely not looking forward to his lectures on pregnancy because he always just kept asking me stuff and it was nothing less than humiliating.

"Genevieve, did you have medicine?" He asked.

"No," I said.

"How many nurses were there?" He asked.

"I-I don't know, I wasn't exactly doing roll call," I said.

"It was only about four or five," Frank said.

"How old are your daughters now?" he asked.

"Four months," Frank said.

I looked down, holding Frank's hand. The teacher started playing a video which was thankfully not a video of birth but unfortunately for me it involved a crying baby. I gasped, looking down as my eyes watered. I hurried out to the bathroom, trying my hardest to not burst into tears from the humiliation.

I looked into the mirror as I sniffled. I could see the two wet spots on my shirt from where my breasts had leaked from hearing the baby cry. I let out an upset sigh as I accidentally smudged my makeup while trying to wipe away my tears.

"Baby, Baby," Frank said outside the door. "You okay? What happened?"

"I leaked," I mumbled.

He was quiet before the door opened and pushed his wheelchair inside.

"Frank, oh my god, this is so humiliating," I said.

Frank started unbuttoning my shirt and I hit his hands away.

"Frank, no, what the fuck," I muttered. "I'm not fucking you."

"No, Baby," he denied. "I'm just taking off your shirt so we can trade."

He took off both our shirts and put on mine. It was a pastel pink blouse and I smiled as I put on his shirt. He grabbed his water bottle and dumped half of it onto the shirt he was wearing.

"There, now I just look like the dork who spilled water on himself," he said.

I smiled softly, giving him a kiss.

"You feeling better?" He asked.

"Yeah, just embarrassed," I said. "Do they know?"

"No," he denied.

I gave him a kiss, sniffling as I laid my head on Frank's shoulder. I frowned when I was just met with wet fabric and pulled away. I fixed up my makeup and sighed.

"Let's just go," I mumbled.

We walked out and sat back down in class. There thankfully wasn't much time left before lunch. We went to the office where we usually ate and we sat at the table. I pumped while Frank fed me and ate his own food.

"Baby, I was thinking that maybe we should go on a little vacation with the girls," I said. "I think it would be really fun to go down to Disney World. Maybe this summer or during spring break when you get your cast off. It would be so much fun, especially since the girls will be walking and maybe talking a bit."

"We can't do that," he mumbled.

"Why not?" I asked. "It can be like a birthday thing if we go during spring break or for the girls in the summer."

"I just don't really wanna be spending that money," he said.

"Oh," I mumbled.

"Maybe we can just, like, go on a little picnic," he said.

"Yeah, I guess," I said.

I thought that the Disney idea would be fun and he would be on board. Unfortunately for me that wasn't the case.

"A little picnic would be fun," he said. "Or maybe a little waterpark."

I nodded and sighed.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't know, I just kind of wanted to do something special for the twins' because it's gonna be their first birthday," I said.

"We can do something special without paying too much," he said.

"Yeah, I know we can," I said. "Just thought that it would be nice because they're gonna be one years old."

Frank nodded and I sighed as I finished pumping. I was a little disappointed but I guess I should've known the answer before I got it. Frank wasn't usually a big spender, he preferred cheaper things. The fancy dinner for our anniversary was the only time he has ever spent a lot of money on me. He was on the cheaper side and I could understand why, he never really had a lot of money growing up so he wants to save what he can. Sometimes it could get a little bit annoying but maybe that's only because I had always been rich.

"Hey, don't get all upset now," Frank said, holding my hand.

"I know, I had just been imagining doing something really big and fun for their birthday," I said.

"Well, I mean, they'll only be one, they won't remember it," Frank said.

"Yeah," I muttered.

Lunch couldn't seem to end fast enough and I pushed Frank to the elevator. He got in and waved me goodbye as I headed to my next class. Frank and I had never gotten into a fight before, we've clicked ever since we first met. I didn't wanna get into a fight for the first time with him. But maybe it was just due after three years of dating.

The day dragged on and I was still just so upset. I don't know why I was so upset, I guess I just got my hopes up and was dragged down a bit. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up so high, Disney World is a bit unrealistic.

"Alright, so I was thinking maybe we could watch some movies," he said. "I don't have to go to work today."

"Sounds fine," I said.

I took my girls and sat down on the couch. Frank set up a movie and got some chips for us. I watched the girls play on the ground as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Baby, you okay?" He asked. "You've been quiet."

"Yeah, just a little upset," I said. "Especially since you said they wouldn't remember. It just kinda hurt, I wanted it to be special."

"It can be special but it doesn't have to be super big," Frank said. "We can save the bigger things for when they're bigger and they can remember."

"Why do you say that?" I asked. "That hurts, Frank. I know it may not be as big of a deal for you but it's a big deal for me. I just wanna do something that's fun and special, they might not remember it but I do!"

"Gee, we should just save the money for something else," he said.

"Frank, I wanna do something nice for the girls birthday," I said. "I wanna celebrate this, it's their first birthday."

"We don't need to do anything big," he said.

"It's been a year since we found out about the girls," I said. "Do you remember the two of us sitting on your bathroom floor crying together? We found out about the girls a year ago and when they turn one years old I want to be able to celebrate and do something fun."

"We don't have to," Frank said. "It'll be just before the wedding, we shouldn't do anything."

"It's their birthday," I whimpered. "Their first birthday. Do you even fucking care?"

"Of course I care, they're my babies," he said.

"Let's just do something," I said. "Something fun, Frank, we can take a bit off the price of the wedding to do it."

"We can't just go out for every single fucking thing," he said. "Not everyone is fucking rich like you and had everything done for them growing up."

"That's so mean!" I exclaimed. "Why is it that everything just has to be bad in your eyes?!"

"I'm just being realistic here!" Frank shouted. "Maybe it's something that you should try!"

"I am being realistic!" I yelled. "It's realistic to have some fucking fun for your daughters' birthday!"

"Not when it includes traveling to the most expensive place on Earth!" He yelled.

"I am just trying to create happy family memories!" I shouted.

"They won't fucking remember!" He yelled.

"Maybe we should just fucking celebrate separately then!" I yelled. "Maybe we should just break up then!"

"Fine!" Frank shouted. "We're done then!"

My heart shattered as I looked at him in shock. Of course I was angry and said that but I wasn't actually expecting him to agree.

"Fine," I said.

I went upstairs, packing things up into a bag quickly. I cried quietly as I grabbed my daughters and got them into the car, driving back to my parents' house. Etta opened the door and I smiled sadly.

"Gee, oh, come in," she said. "Let me get you some hot chocolate. Here, here, let me take the girls for you."

Mikey was in the kitchen when we walked in.

"Gee? What are you doing here?" He asked. "What happened?"

"Frank and I broke up," I said quietly.

He opened his arms and I cried into his shoulder. Mikey has matured so much in just this past year and I was so grateful for it.

"Frank is an asshole, he doesn't deserve you,," he said.

I cried quietly and pulled away. I took Cherry from Etta while Mikey took Lily.

"It's gonna be okay," Mikey said.

I cried quietly, going up to my room. The crib was thankfully still there and we put the girls in. They had been crying earlier from our shouting but they're calmer now.

"I-I never thought it would happen to me but I'm actually a single mom now," I said. "I was engaged."

"Really? Engaged?" He asked.

I nodded, looking down at my ring.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I don't even know," I mumbled. "We were arguing over the girls' birthday and then we just started arguing about other things and he said some things and then we were broken up."

"It's gonna be okay, Gee," he said.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I sniffled.

"I'm glad you're not such a twerp anymore," I said.

He chuckled before he left and I crawled into bed, crying myself to sleep.