Archer and I seemed to have a perfect relationship, we rarely fought, but there was plenty of passion- if you get what I’m saying. It was like we had been made for each other. He came from a legacy family as well but his sister had taken over, not him.
I decided a few changes were in order, my clothes, my hair, I wasn’t a teen mom anymore, I didn’t need to look that part. Archer couldn’t keep his hands off me with my make-over. I had to admit, I liked my new hair too. It was super cute.
My days off coincided with my pregnancy so I didn’t need to take family leave at all. I stayed home, I made sure my husband and son had all their meals taken care of. It was boring, there wasn’t much to do. I felt cabin fever coming on fast, to be honest.
Luckily Archer was there to ease my tension. When I had gotten pregnant with Belmarsh I hadn’t imagined my life would be this good. Looking back on it, I took control of my life, I took the ‘blame’ for my ‘mistake’ (it’s really difficult to see Belmarsh as a ‘mistake’, I love him so much), and I made lemonade out of lemons.
As I got bigger I was looking forward to my few days off to be over, to go back to work for a day or two then have this baby. I love my kids but there are day cares these days, I don’t need to take off work except for family events- like birthdays and camping trips. Mothers didn’t have to stay home and tend to the house anymore.
At work everything was how I imagined, some people came up to feel my baby bump and talk to me about the exciting new addition to my family I was growing, most people just stayed out of my way- I came to work to work, not to waste time.
I wrapped up my case and helped out on another when I had some free time. I didn’t think the end of my pregnancy would be any time to take on a new case of my own, I’d need a fresh mind, not one riddled with pregnancy hormones.
The pain was more intense this time, as if the second birth was going to hurt more. I decided against going to the hospital, I had already handled this once before at home and that was how I intended to handle it again.
I guess labor hurt so bad because I was having twins! Folsom and Attica, my twin girls. That was it for me, I was good with just the children I had- of course I knew there was a chance for more, I hadn’t exactly been planned, and none of my children had been planned either. I knew full well the risks of woohoo, but I just couldn’t keep my hands off Archer.
I took a fresh new case when I got back to work, and discovered that it was my first homicide. I wasn’t dumb, I knew things like this happened, but seeing it for the first time- it was more than shocking.
It was hard to go home and pretend that I hadn’t seen corpses, that I hadn’t taken photographs of blood splatter, I couldn’t tell them anything about the case, for their own safety, and because those were the rules. I couldn’t discuss the facts of an ongoing case.
At work it was a lot of technical work, analyzing evidence, cross-referencing the police database, all for some hope or prayer that I could find this killer. Things were not moving very quickly with the case which made me nervous, I wanted to solve this thing quick, I didn’t want this person to strike again.
Folsom and Attica grew into cute little girls at home, this case was making me worry and paranoid- I didn’t want anything to happen to my kids. My kids, Archer, my family- they were my world, I’d be nothing without them.
So I was sure to spend a lot of time with them. My line of work wasn’t the safest and I wanted to make memories with my kids- just in case something happened, to me or to them, we would always have the memories we kept in our hearts.