Prologue: July 15, 1995
Charlie Johnson rushed his wife Abigail to St. Francis Memorial Hospital in Columbus Georgia. Their 3 year old twins Jasper and Emily and 1 year old son Jeremy were in their car seats in the back of the tan suburban. Abigail was in labor with another set of twins, three weeks early.
“Hurry! They’re coming!” she cried out in pain. That got all three kids crying as Charlie sped into the hospital parking lot. He ran in and got two nurses; one for Abigail and one to help with the kids.
July 15, 1995, Aaron Matthew Johnson, and April Marie Johnson were born three minutes apart. Each weighing in at 5 pounds 4ounces. While Charlie held April and Abigail held Aaron, their family was complete. Everything was perfect.
“My baby girl,” Charlie whispered to April and then looked at his beautiful wife. He was to happy to notice the paleness of her skin and the blank look in her eyes as he leaned down and kissed her lightly on her forehead. As soon as his soft lips left her cold, sweaty forehead she gasped in pain. Her skin went snow white and a nurse took Aaron away just before her arms fell limp to Abigail’s side. Another nurse took April from Charlie and then shooed him out of room before he even knew what was happening. Once he was outside he saw Abigail shaking uncontrollably before the nurse closed the blinds.
Before he could get over the shock that was happening, the doctor came out with a pained, sympathetic look in his eyes. He gave the news to the paled face Charlie. From that day on he would be raising five kids on his own. And from that day on he would have to face the pain and suffering of losing the love of his life.
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