WHAT IF justyn and aofie still exist :')

[BECKY,]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] i'll be your everything , the screaming. that was the worst part. that was the thing that gave aofie all of the headaches and got her so irritable. sometimes she just wanted to ditch those two babies in the gutter and hope that a pack of wolves decides to adopt them. it wasn't as though she just had one set of lungs screaming away - there were two. and when one started, the other decided that it'd be fun to scream too, thus creating double the noise. surely the neighbours could hear it? it seemed so ridiculously loud and endless to her. still, they were her babies. she'd gone through nine months of hell for them. she had expected the hell to end once she wasn't in all that pain anymore. never had she contemplated the fact that the real pain was yet to come. how was she supposed to stand this for the rest of her life? surely she'd go insane... she couldn't do anything that she used to do anymore. all of the enjoyment had been sucked from her life. the only person that kept her sane was justyn. aofie didn't know what it was about the boy, but she'd stuck with him, and the spark didn't seem to have died away after the kids were born. if anything, it was growing stronger - probably because they were sort of forcing it to so that they wouldn't be those shitty parents that got divorced... not that they were married... she looked at the alarm clock on the table beside her. it was five in the morning. not too bad, actually. she'd managed to sleep a whole four hours that night. usually she'd hardly scrape two. she rolled her eyes and let out a hefty sigh or annoyance, and grit her teeth. she had to pretend to be happy for those damned babies. she just wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up. she leant over the crib and pulled liam out, bobbing up and down a bit and muttering soothing words to him. she even kissed his forehead. she couldn't deny that when they were actually in her arms, she melted a little and remembered why she hadn't given them up the moment they were born. she did love them more than anything, and she was actually willing to give everything up for them, even the sex with random people and getting wasted every night. she placed the baby in the bed close to justyn. she glared at him for not waking up. it was always her who woke up. she was tempted to chuck a bucket of freezing water over him head to get him to wake up, but there didn't seem to be much point considering it'd take as much effort to do that as it would to move the babies. she took grace from her crib, and put her in the same place as liam, but so that aofie could cuddle beside her. she always put them this way around - it just seemed more right this way around. aofie lay down, glad beyond belief that they seemed to have shut up now that they were next to their mom and dad without needing anything else. she closed her eyes and fell back into a dreamless sleep immediately - a rare luxury. when she woke up, justyn wasn't there any more. nor were the twins. it was eleven am. she had actually got a good amount of sleep. it was such a change. justyn usually woke her up when he did, but he must've been quiet this morning. she didn't want to move, but she did. she was wearing one of justyn's shirts. she liked to sleep in them. not only were they comfortable, but they smelled like him and she felt secure. it was nice to wake up in them, even with him beside her. "babe?" she called as she got out of bed. as she walked out of the room, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. she hated this now. she hadn't put on a ridiculous amount of weight during the pregnancy, but she wasn't as horrendously skinny as before. she always looked tired as well. weird that she'd mostly put on weight, but she looked somehow skinnier in the face. it was even worse when she was wearing no clothes, because she had stretch marks across her stomach. her body was ruined forever. a part of her hoped that he was feeling exceptionally generous and had decided to make her breakfast. it was unlikely that she'd be permitted that luxury. still, a girl could hope. "justyn?" she called more loudly. she suddenly wondered if she'd even said anything the first time. she was in that dream-like state when she thought she'd done something but actually hadn't. aofie ended up in the kitchen. no surprise, there was no justyn waiting for her with any breakfast. she poured herself a glass of orange juice and decided she didn't want any food anyway. she had to lose all of that weight again. she did decide that she'd have a vitamin pill though. she took the jar out and tried to turn the lid. it didn't work. clearly, it had been put on too tight for her. she stood there for a good few minutes trying to turn the thing with no result. she got annoyed with herself, and then she got that prickly feeling in her eyes. she bit her tongue, but it didn't stop the tears. she threw the pot of pills on the floor (luckily it was plastic), and collapsed in a heap herself. she put her head in her hands, tears trickling down her cheeks as she attempted to steady her breathing with very little success. it was stupid to be crying over not being able to open a jar. aofie knew that. still, she couldn't help it. she cried over a lot of things lately, and once she started, it was hard to stop. even though there was a lot of happy in her life, the sad stuff always outweighed it. credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[LEXXY,]

Just say you love me and I'll say "I'm sorry,
I don't want anybody else to feel this way"

Justyn woke in the same state he always did. The kids were close by, sleeping peacefully and Aofie, hardly as content. As a matter of fact, she was seemingly always disgruntled. He could understand though. More often than not she was busy with Liam and Grace, and he was busy with work. And as much as he hated to admit it, her job was probably harder. All he had to do was get up, stand in front of a microphone for a few hours, and then come home to his girlfriend and children, kiss them all and then claim exhaustion, which had to be irritating for Aofie. But even though she always looked a bit more tired, a bit more frustrated, and a bit less lively she was still his, and it was all he could ask for. He took a look around realizing just how much his life had changed. It was strange. When he and Aofie first met it was simply, "oh hey cool. Hot chick that wants to fuck me." When he looked at her now though, even dead asleep, make-up-less, stretch marked, and a bit sad, she was still the most beautiful woman he had even seen. The beginning with the two of them was quite rocky.

Obviously it was going to work out. He had already begun changing for her, abandoning his whoring to be in a relationship. But that still didn't compensate for some of the unfortunate events. They had both cheated on each other, and then soon after they weren't preparing for one baby, but two. Needless to say Aofie was in shambles days after, and Justyn took it the way he handled everything. He ignored it, or more so in this case neglected it. To this day the guilt still set in occasionally that there'd be days he just wouldn't go back to the bus, even though Aofie always waited there for him. He realized he had to start making serious changes the day he nearly lost her. She was prepared to leave, and that meant taking Liam and Grace with her. He had to get his act together. And now here he was a year and a half later, in his own home, a happy one-woman man, father, and successful solo artist. Luster Purge parted ways shortly after SSS but Justyn remained close friends with Melrose, much to the dismay of Aofie. But she never seemed to realize she had nothing to worry about. Melrose would never be Aofie, and Justyn was well aware of that at this point, and he wanted no one but her.

So he sat there for a moment in bed gazing around at this life he had built and decided that this morning he'd give Aofie what was due, thought she wouldn't find out until later in the evening. He hoisted himself from the bed, letting Aofie get her past due rest and hopped into the shower. Afterwards he picked up his Blackberry and being as quite as possible called into the studio to say he was taking the day off. With what he had planned for today there was no way he was going to work. He gathered together outfits for Liam and Grace out of their rooms, fed them breakfast, changed their diapers and dressed them afterwards, just in case they decided to spit up all over themselves and set out for his productive and hopefully fulfilling day.

He had only been gone for a couple hours, running errands and picking up groceries, but when he returned home things didn’t appear as peaceful as he had left them. He was on the phone with Jace, mid sentence when he walked in the garage door to find Aofie, a crumpled mess on the floor. “Yeah man, today’s the big day, I just ho- oh shit! I’ll call you back man.” His phone was pressed between his shoulder and face and he had a twin in each arm. He placed them in their high chairs for a moment dropping the grocery bags where he stood. He immediately crouched in front of Aofie wiping her face and instinctively looked for some kind of injury. “Baby, what happened? Calm down for a second. Aofie, tell me what’s wrong.” He hated to ever see her upset and more than anything he hated not knowing how to fix it.
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