Here's part of a story I'd like some help with. Any better titles would be great too.
Prologue
“Easy now. Easy.”
That’s Jeremy, Maria’s husband. He’s about to become a proud father of two. A boy and a girl.
That’s right. Maria’s giving birth to twins. Or at least was.
Because out popped a little crying girl.
The girl’s adorable, but all babies are. She has an average amount of light hair, and big green eyes. She’s about 20 inches tall, and weighs around seven pounds.
But Maria isn’t done yet.
Another organism is still trying to get out.
It’s pushing, and everyone’s trying to help it along.
Even the newborn girl stops bawling and even smiles, as If cheering her future brother on. The unborn baby just isn’t strong enough.
Let’s go back a little.
Maria and Jeremy have been married for a little over a year. During the pregnancy, they knew the boy might not make it. He just felt sick. Unfortunately, nothing could be done. At least, without harming the other twin.
What the young couple didn’t know was that the doctors thought they wouldn’t be able to survive seeing a sick son.
Literarily.
But they tried.
And now Maria is working very hard to get the other twin out.
And she succeeds.
Or the doctors do.
Because they go inside Maria to get the baby out. It’s a standard procedure.
What’s not standard is the baby.
He’s not premature or anything, but it’s obvious he’s sick. His sister’s fine, but he is barely alive.
The baby boy is very small: only one pound, and a mere 10 inches tall. Of course, he has trouble from the start.
But there is a chance he’ll live. If everything’s done well.
Which doesn’t happen.
Because the doctors had been right.
Maria dies from a heart attack when she sees the younger twin. She thinks for certain that he would die, and she doesn’t want to feel responsible. So she just closes her eyes. And they never opened again.
Sure, they try to save her.
But it’s too late.
Maria is dead.
Now Maria is the reason for Jeremy’s existence.
The love of his life.
All that stuff.
He doesn’t see a point in life anymore.
Not with his beloved wife dead, and one of his infant kids likely to go the same way.
He doesn’t see anything to live for.
So Jeremy goes outside of the hospital.
And kills himself.
Jeremy didn’t think of his two kids though. So they are now orphans. And the hospital doesn’t know what to do. They treat the younger twin of course. But they want
to know who’ll pay. Maria and Jeremy weren’t rich. They had just enough money to pay for the pregnancy and the sick child’s treatment.
Only infants need food. To be more exact, they need their mother’s milk. Which is hard without a mother. So the hospital buys them ready-made milk. And looses money in the process. The babies can’t be left to starve.
After a month of treatments, the hospital finds an orphanage that will take them. And “them” are Madeline and Jack Jem, named by the hospital in honor of their parents.
The problem is that Jack needs to get a check-up in the hospital once a month, because he’s better, but not perfectly fine. And the orphanage won’t do it. They don’t want to bother with it, or anything else for that matter. Everyone’s treated horribly.
And that’s how the two young Jem’s spend the first twelve years of their lives.
