tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494729741564264622024-02-19T07:51:42.070-08:00100 Electra-fying babiesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-85200502492247400852013-08-01T05:55:00.002-07:002013-08-01T05:55:40.115-07:00Skye came to poop my party (baby 38 and 39)<i>Dearest Electra,</i><br />
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<i>I mentioned the fact that it is warm here my last letter. I come to regret this as, I am informed it was winter at the time. Now that it's spring it's even hotter. I actually think that it is just God trying to kick me in the balls (in a metaphorical sense) for complaining about the temperature. My fingers are sweaty writing this and therefore I encourage you to acknowledge exactly how devoted I am to you. In your last letter you were telling me about the kids; they've grown up so fast! And judging by the pictures they have all inherited my dashing good looks. I'm really missing you. And water. But mostly you.</i><br />
<i>Sincerely~ Alex xxx</i><br />
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To start I got a hair cut, not just for style reasons but my split-ends had split-ends. Upon my arrival home I was greeted by the wet tongue of Mofussa licking my shins. <br />
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I couldn't be bothered taking him for a walk, so I just picked him up and took him to the basement with me (I'm a terrible person, I know) I was only semi-down the stairs when the sound of music drifted through my ears, it was Cas. He had been learning to play the piano for a week and he already sounded like a pro.<br />
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"Nice work" I smiled as I walked past him<br />
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"Thanks" Said Cas in return, not looking up<br />
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I placed Mofussa on the treadmill as I passed it, flicking on the switch to turn it on (yet another reason I am a terrible person) I stood in front of the aisle, maybe I should learn to paint. Always good to have a backup plan in case I become infertile or I get Ovary cancer or something. So I picked up the brush and began to paint.<br />
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After an hour or so I put down the brush.<br />
I decided not to quit my day job.<br />
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I went upstairs to check on Snow, who was learning to walk with Arthur. I stood at the door, watching them for a while before I interrupted.<br />
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"Dinner time" I grinned.<br />
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Arty looked up at me, staring dead into my eyes. Snow did not, however, allow this moment to last. She clung to my leg and glared at my face. I picked her up (I think that's what she wanted) I kissed her on the head gently.<br />
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Arthur stood up from the ground "So what we having?" he said<br />
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"Mac and cheese" I smiled "Nothing fancy, but I'm lazy and suck at cooking"<br />
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Arthur seemed to accumulate kids as he walked to the kitchen, I followed after with Snow in arm. Then we all sat down and ate, the food was slightly burned but edible anyway.<br />
I waved the kids off for their school prom. They all looked so beautiful and grown up. I remembered when they were in primary school and how close Cas and Dean were, not any more. They seemed to have drifted apart since then, Cas hadn't changed but Dean had, a ladies man he was now. Cas hadn't had a girlfriend yet, but maybe he was just too busy studying to get one. I watched them all, all dressed up.<br />
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"Wait!" I yelled<br />
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They all stopped and turned "What?" Sam asked<br />
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"You didn't think I'd let you leave without a picture did you?" they all sighed but walked to the stairs anyway. "Say cheese!" The camera flashed and they bustled on. My babies, growing up.<br />
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It had been a pretty busy day so far, so I decided to redeem my activity with blogging.<br />
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Multiple hours and sore eyes later the email tab popped up. I clicked on it, this probably had something to do with that old lady's hamster a accidentally killed. But no, it was from Skye:<br />
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<i>Hi Lecci, it's been a while, especially considering your inability to leave people alone. Excuse my snark but you haven't called in months. You could be dead, I mean, I wouldn't mind if you were dead, I just want you to tell me. Keep that in mind when you die 'tell Skye' but yes, anyways. I hear you wear glasses now? That's cool. I mean, I could just be a hypocrite because my girlfriend wears them. Oh well.</i><br />
<i>What this email was trying to say is: We should meet up. Preferably today, if convenient. </i><br />
<i>if inconvenient come anyway.</i><br />
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Right. That was today's plans set out. I would go into town, meet Skye, kill demons. Okay, we probably won't be killing demons but well, you never know.<br />
I put on my shoes and grabbed a vile of salt (don't judge me) and left the house. I was going to pick her up from her house. Her car was apparently in repairs. I told her, hitting innocent children would dent her hood but she didn't listen.<br />
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I pulled up to her house, where she was stood, arms folded. "What took you so long?"<br />
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"Stop complaining and get in" I opened the door for her.<br />
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I turned up the radio, playing the new Panic! At the disco song miss Jackson.<br />
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"Can't we listen to something else?" She whined.<br />
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I shook my head "House rules, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole"<br />
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She crossed her arms and mumbled something along the lines of 'I just want my mullet rock'<br />
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We arrived in town at around six, it was pretty busy but we could manage. First stop, the book store. Skye decided to buy most of the shop but I settled with the entire collective works of Shakespeare. Grabbing some food she and I sat on a bench in the park<br />
"Look!" Shouted Skye, a mouthful of burito. She began yelling this every time a man went past.<br />
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"What are you doing?" I asked her<br />
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"Finding you a new challenge father" She said "Because, I wasn't going to mention it, your challenge is going slowly"<br />
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"Thanks. Do you do this to Paisley?"<br />
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"Paisley and I do share a more profound bond"<br />
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"Skye!"<br />
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"I wasn't going to mention it." She whispered. She looked up "Him!" She yelled at the top of her high pitched voice<br />
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The man she was pointing at was blue. Not like, sad blue, I mean actually blue. He had blue skin, with blue hair that had white streaks in it. His ears were pointed. He looked pretty attractive for a blue guy.<br />
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Skye spoke quietly "I think he's a goblin"<br />
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"A goblin?" I asked "Like in lord of the rings? Aren't they supposed to be ugly?"<br />
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"Apparently not." She said, before I could say another word she was up on her feet, chasing after the man (Or goblin or whatever)<br />
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"Wait!" I chased after her. The goblin turned to face me, ignoring Skye completely<br />
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"Hi" He said<br />
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"Hi" I said back<br />
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"I'm Dancy" He stretched his arm out to introduce himself<br />
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"Electra" I replied as I shook his firm palm.<br />
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Skye walked away "My work here is done"<br />
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"So..." He said<br />
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"So..." I repeated<br />
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Lets just say that one thing led to another and now I'm pregnant.<br />
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As soon as I got home the teens were standing in a line. They were ready to age up.<br />
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Lilith graduated high school with flying colours, and straight into theatre, her natural gift meant that she was instantly snapped up by the production 'Annie' I visit her sometimes and see her shows, I have to say she's pretty good!<br />
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Ruby still hasn't decided what to do with her life, so she has joined university and is studying law (I don't even know) She decided that it would be the easiest application but I saw her face when she got her first assignment, she didn't look too pleased<br />
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Samantha also got into uni, but a different one to her sister. She became the first Danton to get into Harvard. I'm proud of my baby girl. (she obviously inherited my intellect)<br />
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Dean works at a restaurant as a chef. I have to say, we were all pretty shocked to know that our little tough boy was a cooking fanatic all along.<br />
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Castiel is also in the same theatre production as Lilith, playing the piano in the background. But that's only to pay for the university he's going to. I think he's going places.<br />
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Snow brings a tear to my eye with her adorable looks, with a sense of humour to match.<br />
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Shortly after the kids left the house, leaving just Arthur, Snow and I, I went into early labour. I gave birth to two beautiful twins, Holly is blue just like her father and Jake who inherited my skin tone. They are both really quite cute together<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-13594200085602348452013-05-10T13:36:00.002-07:002013-05-10T13:36:20.762-07:00A new beginning baby 37Even though it was already past dinner time I was still laid in bed. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to continue with life like I had before, because it wasn't like before, not without Alex. He had been gone for a month now, and I didn't know how to deal with that.<br />
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Arthur had been great though, not that I told him that, not that I told anybody anything at that moment. He was always keen to get up and feed the babies, right into childhood. Especially when I was too busy cocooned in my own self-pity. Most days I didn't even get out of bed. And today wasn't going to be any different.<br />
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"Momma?" I heard a weak voice coming from the direction of the door. I turned my body slowly to look at my daughter. It was Ruby.<br />
"Yes honey?" I said weakly, my eyes barely open.<br />
"Uncle Arthur says that he made breakrast" She said excitedly.<br />
It was rare that Arty ever made breakfast for me, he hadn't done so in months. As flattered as I was, I was slightly upset that he had ruined my plans for procrastination that day.<br />
"Okay Ruby" I spoke quietly. I was shocked with what came out next "I'll be down in five"<br />
With that Ruby left, skipping away from the door. I didn't understand how she could be so happy, especially when her father is gone and her mum was a train wreck. <br />
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I'm pretty sure it took me more than just five minutes to get up and decent. When I arrived downstairs the kids were all sat around the table, scoffing pancakes like there was no tomorrow. My eyes drifted around to Arty, who was stood in the kitchen, flipping pancakes like a pro. I was only a few feet away when he turned around and saw me.<br />
"Woah! there Frankenstein" He giggled. And I understood, I hadn't washed in a week, and my makeup was smudged down my face. "You look rough" He looked me up and down<br />
I sighed and let out a slight noise "I've looked in the mirror, I know how I look"<br />
"Okay then Mrs. Zombie, you can sit down and eat your pancakes" He handed me a plate of golden pancakes, topped with a nob of butter and a slither of treacle. It looked good.<br />
I sat down at the table, between Dean and Castiel. I scanned the table, looking at every little child of mine. They all looked so happy, so beautiful. Lilith smiled at me, a face full of Pancakes making her cheeks puff out like a Hamsters. I smiled back at her, it felt good, I had forgotten what smiling felt like.<br />
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"Right then!" Arthur walked up behind Sam, picking up her plate "Time for school!" He then proceeded to pick up every plate on the table, except mine, which I was still slowly eating off of. Sam and Ruby hopped down from their chairs first, collecting their backpacks, lining up at the door. Second was Dean and Cas, they grabbed each others hands and skipped toward the door, lastly, Lilith. They all stood in front of the door, waiting patiently for their Que. The sound of the school buses horn rung out in front of the house.<br />
"Bye kids!" Yelled Arthur as they left.<br />
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"Bye" I tried, but the door shut before my words could reach them.<br />
Arty sat down next to me, watching me eat curiously "You should hurry up and eat those otherwise you're gonna be late for your picnic"<br />
"Picnic?" I asked confused<br />
"Yeah" He breathed out and plonked a basket on the table "We're going on a picnic, together"<br />
I wasn't sure if I was pleased or not "Okay"<br />
After I had finished off my breakfast I made my way upstairs. I looked in the mirror, I didn't like what I saw. A skinny, ugly, mess. I sighed and made my way into the en-suite where I hopped into the shower, I allowed the hot water to run down my face and drip from my body. I wrapped a towel around myself and flicked though my wardrobe. I pulled out the most comfortable looking outfit and slipped it on. I didn't bother with makeup, but I put my hair up in a sort-of neat way.<br />
I made my way downstairs, Arthur was waiting for me. "Beautiful" He said quite simply when he saw me. "You ready?" He asked; his hand flung toward me in offering.<br />
"As I'll ever be" I replied.<br />
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Arthur walked me across to a good spot on the grass. It was beneath the shade of an old tree, the grass was the greenest in the whole area and the sun hit it so perfectly; it was like a fairytale. From where we sat the view was great, I could see all of the other couples in town, all sat together. I wished I was with Alex.<br />
"You okay?" Arthur interrupted my thoughts.<br />
"What?" I looked around "Erm.. Yeah" I lied. He nodded and sat down next to me.<br />
"Isn't this nice?" He grinned, looking at me adoringly.<br />
I didn't answer.<br />
Without my reaction, Arty began to empty out the picnic basket. He smiled as he picked out the various items, a few sandwiches, some fruit, half a watermelon and orange juice. He placed a sandwich and an apple onto a paper plate and handed it to me. I smiled weakly at the plate.<br />
"You okay?" He asked me, concern flashing across his face.<br />
"Yeah"<br />
He placed a large hand on my shoulder "You know you can talk to me right?"<br />
"Yeah"<br />
"Then tell me what's up. Is it me? Don't you like the food?"<br />
"No it's not you" I stared at the grass between my thighs<br />
"Then Alex? You miss him don't you."<br />
"Yeah" I sighed<br />
"Don't you worry Electra" He pulled me into an embrace "I'm here for you. You can talk to me anytime"<br />
I pressed my face into his shirt "I know" I mumble amongst the fabric.<br />
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Long after I had gotten over my sadness and the watermelon was all but eaten, we decided to call it a date. We packed up the food and folded the blanket. The kids would be home soon and I wanted to be there to greet them.<br />
I was only home for a minute when the children walked in, laughing and talking loudly. Dean saw me and dropped his bag; running into my arms to hug me "I love you mommy" He smiled, pressing his head into my chest. I stroked his hair and kissed his head<br />
"I love you too" I said in return. Ruby and Lilith walked up to me, grinning.<br />
"Mommy..." Ruby started<br />
"Yes?What do you want?"<br />
"Can we go play princesses in the tree house?" Finished Lilith.<br />
"Erm, yeah-" I said. The girls grinned at eachother and skipped away<br />
"Wait!" Yelled Dean "But I want to play soldiers in the tree house!"<br />
"Yeah" Added Samantha.<br />
"Why don't you share?" I said to him<br />
"But girls take up too much space!" Complained Dean "Don't they Cas?"<br />
Dean looked to his brother, who was standing a few feet away "Erm..." Castiel began "I don't mind playing princesses" He said in a monotone voice.<br />
Sam smiled at her brother "Okay Cas, what ever floats your boat. I have homework to do anyways"<br />
Dean crossed his arms momentarily but then relaxed "Okay then Cas, can I come too?"<br />
Cas grinned an nodded boldly. And with that, they both skipped away, out of the door. I smiled as the door shut.<br />
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I decided to check my Email, to catch up on what I missed over the past month. I didn't have many.<br />
I flicked through until I got to one from Skye<br />
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<i>Hey Electra!</i><br />
<i>Hows the challenge going? I haven't spoken to you in a while. We should meet up some time or something. I heard about Alex, sorry about that, I liked him. Okay, I lied I didn't like him, but I don't like many people, so don't get upset about it. You should go down to the sperm bank, I heard they got a boat-load of new donations.</i><br />
<i>Sincerely~ Skye</i><br />
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I closed the Email, I missed that blue-haired-assbutt. But she was right, I needed to get on with my challenge. So I decided to go to the sperm bank.<br />
It wasn't hard. I got there and flicked through the names, and I only got to C when I decided on my next dad. Collins, Misha.<br />
ERMEGERD I was so excited to have Misha's baby. I didn't realize how easy it was to get pregnant with sperm-donations. I understood why people did it now.<br />
(I'm not going to post a picture of Misha Collins, because if you don't know who he is, begin to wonder what you're doing with your life and then google him.)<br />
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This is the magnificent product of Misha and I, I decided to call her Snow:<br />
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Shortly after the birth of baby 37 I aged up the kids<br />
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Lilith became a wonderful teen, she loves to dance and act. She had applied for the local drama college, I hope she gets in.<br />
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Ruby seems to have hit that rebel teen phase, it seems as if everyday I get a call from her school about her behaviour.<br />
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Samantha is so beautiful, she also loves to read and do homework. I hadn't had a child that was so keen to learn until Sammy.<br />
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Dean is such a ladies man, a new girl on his shoulder every day. He likes to stay fit, so I often find him in the gym working out.<br />
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Castiel is so unbelievably adorable, he always bears a confused look on his face, but always does his best to make his siblings happy, even if sometimes he messes up.<br />
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As for me, well, things have been getting better. And I got a letter through from Alex, and that really helped. I was going to get better, and I was going to become a better parent. I promised.<br />
(The letter:)<br />
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<i>Electra,</i><br />
<i>I'm sorry it took me so long to write to you. Things have been hectic.</i><br />
<i>The whole country is roasting. It's like 40 degrees all of the time, and the uniforms are thick as hell. They really need to sort that out. Things are getting rough though, even as I write this we're being bombarded by bombs. Most of my quadrant have already had to evacuate. And they're better soldiers than I could ever be. And it was only last night, when my friend was being taken away in the chopper- I probably won't survive this. Things are too hectic, rough, overwhelming. And I can't do it, I thought I could, but it's just too big, too hard. I will carry on writing to you. But I want you to move on. I need you to get over me, I can't die knowing that you're gonna be sad forever. But don't mistake me, I love you, more than anything. And I would give anything to see you again.</i><br />
<i>Love, Alexander.</i><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-5089109476317221912013-03-01T11:39:00.003-08:002013-03-01T11:39:45.477-08:00 Goodbye ;-; Babies 32 33 34 35 & 36I wasn't ready to wake up, not ready to say goodbye to my husband- and my bestfriend. The night that we had just spent together was the best in my life. But no; I was going to stay in bed for a little but longer, this moment was too precious to pass.<br />
Mofussa however, seemed to have other ideas.<br />
As I attempted to drift back off he jumped, landing right on my hip.<br />
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" Woof!" His paws wobbled on my bony hip.<br />
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" Go away" I mumbled sleepily.<br />
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" Woof?"<br />
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" Leave now mewling quim!" I yelled at him. I was tired after all.<br />
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But no, not even my Loki-rage could deter him. Instead he got out his tongue, to lick my face. His wet tongue melted over my cheek and slid around like a slug.<br />
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" Ew!" I jumped up " Ew, ew, ew!" I pushed the covers away and leaped out of bed " EWWWW!" I ran to the bathroom and wiped my face. Through the mirror I saw Mofussa walk in, looking all innocent. Pfft yeah right.<br />
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" Honey?" I heard Alexander call from somewhere downstairs " Honey, are you awake?"<br />
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I sighed " Unfortunately"<br />
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I heard him laugh faintly " Well, come down here you numpty!"<br />
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I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time, before making my way out. Mofussa not taking the hint, followed.<br />
It hadn't taken long for me to settle in this new house, and I liked it. It was big, certainly spacious enough for the challenge. But best of all; I had paid for it all by myself, no favours or pity needed. It made me feel good to at last stand on my own two feet.<br />
I was particularly surprised at how fast Mofussa settled in too, they say that it should take a while for a dog to get used to a new home... Not Mofussa, my little ninja pup.<br />
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After all of the stairs (ugh, the many stairs. I missed the simple one staircase house I used to have)<br />
I met Alex at the bottom. He stood at the bottom step, waiting patiently. I couldn't help but notice that his adorable smile had grown as he saw me. It made me feel special.<br />
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" What took you so long?" He asked as he walked by my side to the kitchen.<br />
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I turned and glared at the dog " That little bugger on four legs"<br />
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He laughed briefly " That's Mo for you"<br />
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A slight bang from the bottom floor caught my attention, and apparently Mofussa's. The quiet sound of an angry Brit cursing reassured me, it was just Arthur.<br />
Mofussa leapt down the stairs, taking three at a time. " Ah Crap" I heard Arty say loudly, probably as Mofussa's little face peeked around his corner.<br />
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" Tea?" Alex interrupted my train of thought.<br />
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I jumped to attention " Definitely" I giggled.<br />
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The kettle rumbled, spurting steam all over the cupboards. A slight clink as Alexander put the two cups down on the side. Tea was ready.<br />
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" So-" Alex took a sip of his tea "- How did you sleep?"<br />
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I smiled at him " Really great actually"<br />
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" Good" He grinned. Then he kissed me with warm, wet lips.<br />
He looked a little sad for a moment.<br />
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" Are you okay?" I asked him, placing my cool hand on his arm<br />
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I looked into my eyes, making me blush " Yeah, I guess it is just kinda hard to be happy when I'm going to be leaving you, my love, while I go out and fight"<br />
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Of course, I thought to myself, how could I forget? Today is the day that he goes to serve his military duty.<br />
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I smiled sadly. Alex must have noticed, because he took a step toward me and lifted my chin with his finger " It's Okay" He said to me " I'll be back before you know it"<br />
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" Yeah" I spoke quietly. I kissed him lightly " I love you" I smiled in his face<br />
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" I love you too Lecci" He replied, pecking my lips<br />
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Arthur walked into the kitchen " Ehem"<br />
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We both looked at him, waiting to find out why he was interrupting us.<br />
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" Just had a phone call" He began " It's the military, they said that they're on their way" He looked to me expectantly<br />
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" Right" I said " Thanks Arty"<br />
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Alex let go of my waist and sighed. He walked over to the sink and swelled out the cups, before leaving the kitchen. Just as he disappeared around the corner he popped back " Just off to get my uniform on, be right back babe" he vanished once again.<br />
A sudden lurching doubled me over, I ran to the bathroom to throw up, that could mean only one thing...<br />
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" Are you okay?" It was Arthur, standing in the doorway.<br />
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" Yup" I wiped away the grime with my wrist<br />
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He walked up to me and looked into my eyes, we were really close " This can't be easy for you" He placed his warm hand on my back " Are you okay with this?"<br />
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" Yeah" I lied, nodding.<br />
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He raised his brow at me " Sure, I believe you"<br />
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I gave him a big hug, swinging my arms around his back " You know me too well" We embraced for a moment before letting go. I didn't tell him what was really going through my head, and I probably wouldn't. He didn't need that burden on him too, I'm his friend after all, and friends would never hurt another.<br />
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Arthur spoke again " Now come on, we need to go wave off your husband"<br />
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I nodded silently, walking slowly out of the bathroom.<br />
I almost tripped head first over Mofussa, who was laying broadly at the door. He looked a little off.<br />
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" You okay Buddy?" I bent over to pat his head lightly.<br />
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Arthur bent next to me " He's been a bit odd lately, I mean" He sniggered " More odd, he doesn't seem to be that lean-mean-toe-nibbling-machine I used to know"<br />
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" I'll take him to the vets later" I said to myself, just for a check up, make sure everything is okay for my little Mo.<br />
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I heard thudding as Alex came downstairs. When he reached the three of us he smiled and gave a many, yet majestic twirl. " What'cha think?"<br />
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I stood up and went to tweak his collar " Like my little solider" I kissed him on the lips. I remembered something important, something that he had to know " Alex" I began "there is something I have to tell you-"<br />
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BEEP BEEP<br />
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I was interrupted by the loud honking of a large, camouflage truck at the bottom of the drive. Alex jumped, kissing me on the cheek " That's my ride"<br />
We walked to the doorstep. The wind was cool, but the day was fairly warm.<br />
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" Bye bye my love" He smiled<br />
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" You don't get away that easily" I jumped into his arms, kissing him, making sure that the moment wouldn't end quickly.<br />
He pulled away.<br />
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" Not that I don't want to kiss you for eternity" He smiled " Trust me, that is exactly what I want.." He turned " But I really must go, I don't know how long that truck will stay"<br />
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He kissed me one more time. Then turned to walk away.<br />
He had just got to the bottom of the path when it came to me, I had to tell him, he had to know.<br />
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" Alex!" I shouted<br />
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He turned and cupped his ear with his hand<br />
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" Alex! I'm pregnant!" I yelled<br />
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He nodded " Tenant?" He yelled back<br />
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I shook my head, he walked on " PREGNANT!" My voice cracked<br />
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He had just climbed into the truck, I saw his face light up, he must have heard me. He blew a kiss as the truck drove away into the distance, he did hear me... didn't he? 'I love you', I thought.<br />
I turned fast, not realizing that Arthur was stood there. I subconsciously slipped into his arms, weeping into his chest uncontrollably.<br />
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" It's okay" He whispered, stroking my hair " I'm still here"<br />
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I sniffed in, not wanting to remove my head from its fleshy pillow. But I pulled away nonetheless.<br />
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" It'll get better, I promise" He said<br />
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" You promise!?" I was distraught " I am sick and tired of promises!" I cried " Like Alex promised to be with me forever, like my parents promised to look after me" I stopped myself from saying anything more. I breathed in deeply to calm myself.<br />
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Looking up at Arty I saw how concerned he was, I think that I hurt his feelings, I knew that I shouldn't have yelled like I did, but I lost control<br />
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" I'm sorry" I said, leaning in.<br />
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" No" He backed off, not allowing me to go near him " No, I get it" he turned and walked upstairs<br />
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" Arty-" I called after him " Arty wait! I didn't mean- Arty!"<br />
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He carried on up the stairs until I couldn't see him any longer.<br />
I looked down at Mofussa, I had to get him to the vet, I remembered. I looked back at the place where Arthur once was, wondering if I should go after him or not. I decided against it, Mofussa's appointment was more important.<br />
I picked up the little fluff ball and carried him to the car " Jeez" I said to him " You're getting heavy"<br />
He cocked his head slightly.<br />
As I drove Mo poked his head out of the window, flopping out his tongue and letting the wind dry it out. When we got there we sat at the reception area. The whole room was furbished white, with posters on pet health patched around randomly. Sat next to me was a funny looking three legged cat and a one-eyed dog. Very odd pairing.<br />
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I turned to my dog and whispered " It could be worse"<br />
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He barked in agreement<br />
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" Adda boy" I smiled<br />
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The door to the vets office swung open, allowing a petite assistant to enter. " Mofussa Danton?" She called out in a voice which didn't suit her figure.<br />
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I stood up " That's me!" I paused " Well, not ME me, the dog, but yes, I guess it is me, in a not-me way" I stepped toward her.<br />
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" Just come on in" She said cockily. I didn't like her.<br />
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I walked in scowling at the assistant. I placed my dog onto the vets table and sat in the seat provided. I let the vet do his job.<br />
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He fondled with hos belly and took his heart rate.<br />
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" Right" Said the doctor, placing the heart-thingy back onto his own chest " It appears as if your dog is pregnant" He said calmly<br />
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My mouth fell to the floor " You can't be serious?"<br />
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" Do I look like I'm joking?" He said<br />
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No, he didn't. " No, but I mean... How?"<br />
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" Well" He crossed his arms " When one dog is attracted to another-"<br />
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" No No, I mean HOW?" I shook my hands around " He's a boy to start with!"<br />
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" Apparently not"<br />
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" Crud" Was all that I said. I didn't know what else to say.<br />
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I walked out with Mofussa on his- or should I say her leash, I wasn't too impressed. The reason that I got a male dog was so that things like this wouldn't happen. Well, that'd be karma, getting me back for abusing Skye.<br />
When I arrived back home all of the lights were out, I presumed that Arthur had opted for an early night, so I unlocked the door and walked inside.<br />
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" Hello?" I yelled into nowhere " Anybody in!?"<br />
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Silence.<br />
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I plonked my keys onto the side and went into the kitchen. I needed caffeine, too much crap had happened today.<br />
My tummy pulled me down, causing me to drop my cup. I was in labour.<br />
I screamed for Alex without return, I needed him now, I was going to giving birth to his kids, without him.<br />
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I had five little babies, three girls and two boys:<br />
Dean Danton<br />
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Castiel Danton<br />
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Sam Danton<br />
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Lilith Danton<br />
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Ruby Danton<br />
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I was keen to age them up straight away, so that I could look after them easier. I was happy now that the house was full of kiddies again, running around and creating mess. It cheered me up a little, but not even the babies could fill the gaping hole created by the loss of Alex.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-18523908152813754972013-02-17T10:44:00.005-08:002013-02-17T10:44:43.017-08:00The wedding (part 2)The table that I sat at was large, on it was a white cover, with black detailing. Spotted around, infront of the table that I sat, was multiple other tables, all accommodating my guests. Every place at every table had an elegant glass of bubbly.<br />
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<i>Ting Ting Ting </i><br />
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Natalie put down the glass and the spoon, satisfied that the rooms attention was on her. She stood up, all eyes were on her. Undeterred by the many eyes on her she began to speak.<br />
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" We are all here for my bestfriend's wedding" She cleared her throat " But as far as I am aware, this particular relationship arrangement, also makes her my daughter-in-law" She smiled " I am never going to get used to saying that, I must admit" She sat down, it was much shorter than I expected, but then, what more could she say?<br />
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I was the first to stand up, clapping, followed shortly by the rest of the room.<br />
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" Ehem" growled Skye. She room was still clapping " EHEM!" She yelled, with little success. I noticed her and tried to hush Alex. " ALL RIGHT BICHES LISTEN UP!"<br />
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She room, unsurprisingly fell silent.<br />
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Skye looked quite happy with herself. I have to admit, it was unnerving seeing her above all of these people, like some sort of evil mastermind. " It may come as a shock to you" She said sarcastically " But I am also a friend of Electra's, In fact it was actually me who shipped her over to America and housed her in the first place" The crowd was still silent, I think in fear " No need to thank me, but I am the one who made Electra the lean-mean-reproductive machine she is"<br />
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I looked up at her, standing there in confidence. Her speech flowed out of her mouth and swallowed the room as it went on.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When I first met Electra, we went out drinking. And I remember thinking, 'Boy. She's actually trying to beat me here.' But she didn't. And she didn't the second time, or the third. And we had some crazy shenanigans those days. But there is one thing she did beat me at. You see, Electra got married first. That's why you're all stood here. And as the one that gave her away, I would like to offer her my deepest, most heartfelt congratulations and wishes for a good future. And a full summary of her entire honeymoon</span><br /><br />
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The room was stunned into silence. " WELL CLAP PEOPLE!" She yelled. The crowd jumped up obediently and clapped like there was no tomorrow. She looked at me and mouthed 'the crowd loves me' I winked 'sure they do' I mouthed back.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXanEIh151GcH86WvUcAJV4ouktJEu7okDkNHbJhVCS3TyNYwO6wdtlNogDZLqns3PMI5U5koK73Mx6rHxu_pjtGP7Z_OnCoSFqlqd0gyvMyIXe6ycVwXUNF150G4QL9feYYxa6-Eu6I/s1600/Screenshot-577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXanEIh151GcH86WvUcAJV4ouktJEu7okDkNHbJhVCS3TyNYwO6wdtlNogDZLqns3PMI5U5koK73Mx6rHxu_pjtGP7Z_OnCoSFqlqd0gyvMyIXe6ycVwXUNF150G4QL9feYYxa6-Eu6I/s640/Screenshot-577.jpg" width="640" /></a>Shortly after Skye had sit down, and after a fair gulp of Champagne I stood up. The sound of the chair sliding across the grass was loud " Right guys" The guests slowly quietened " We'll be going on to the dancing in just a second"<br />
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Skye stood up, the crowd jumped back " First dance time!" I was beginning to wonder exactly how much she had drunk already...<br />
The people burst into life again, making their way to the dance floor. Alex and I stood up shortly after the crowd had moved on<br />
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" You ready?" He took my hand, and walked me to the dance area<br />
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I smiled " Allow me to apologize in advance for standing on your toes"<br />
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He leaned in close, I could feel his warm breath on my neck " You'll do fantastic, you're my little humming bird"<br />
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" Lets get this over with" We both made our way to the middle of the floor. I turned to look at Becks, who was sat by the stereo. I nodded to her, to sign that I was ready. Placing my hand gently onto Alex's waist I looked up at him.<br />
The music began to flow around the room. I had chosen the song, it took me forever to pick. I was never known to know what to play music wise, I admitted now, that the song that I had chosen was an uncreative choice. But it was something that meant something to Alex and I, and it was the only one that felt right, this moment would stay with me forever... I was under pressure to make no mistakes. <i>Your song- Elton John</i>.<br />
Alex began to sway slightly, my feet reflected his in every movement, I leaned my head on his chest, I felt warmth beneath his suit, it felt good on my cool cheeks. I heard his heart beating calmly; then I wondered if he could hear my heart: How fast it was beating, how unsettled it was, if he could sense the love I felt for him. I stumbled over his foot slightly, I jumped up, looking around, nobody seemed to have noticed. Despite this, I still fixed my eyes on my feet, being sure not to make another mistake.<br />
" Relax" Whispered Alex softly<br />
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The crowd roared with clapping<br />
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" I love you" Whispered Alex<br />
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" I love you too"<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbD2trMdd9pFV5QBkxRhqKocyBDoFFggY3UfWTNmdWOCyHUV8FLHL0SRFPQGqoRooW7BqqcS7gz9x6KqZgULtm0Z9Vt3kpy-4RApdbZvp3rjCDH_HidCllaHVsurgJkZ2FSY67xuNUUM/s1600/Screenshot-580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbD2trMdd9pFV5QBkxRhqKocyBDoFFggY3UfWTNmdWOCyHUV8FLHL0SRFPQGqoRooW7BqqcS7gz9x6KqZgULtm0Z9Vt3kpy-4RApdbZvp3rjCDH_HidCllaHVsurgJkZ2FSY67xuNUUM/s640/Screenshot-580.jpg" width="640" /></a>Becks and I had spent hours choosing the tunes for this moment, but it seemed now that perhaps, we had put just a little too much Disney songs in there.. Hell, what am I saying? You can NEVER have too many Disney songs.<br />
We danced the night away.<br />
All of this dancing did, however, make me rather peckish. This made me come to the decision that it was high time that we served the food.<br />
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" Where were you?" I asked him " you disappeared before the dance!" I smiled " You would have loved it"<br />
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" Yeh.." He sighed<br />
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" What's wrong?" Alex said, his voice lined with concern<br />
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Arty shook his head " Nothing" He rubbed his neck " Also.. Your dog is ill, he keeps on being sick.. And is trying to eat people" Arthur walked away silently, just as Mofussa appeared.<br />
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" Hey little buddy" I bent down to give him a scratch on the chin, he licked my hand " You okay?" He looked a little bit different. Maybe it was just him getting used to the new house, he isn't used to it after all.<br />
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" C'mon" Alex grabbed my hand " Lets go upstairs"<br />
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I walked toward him " Yes Mr. Danton"<br />
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He shook his head and grabbed me by the waist.<br />
We explored eachother, caressing everything that we now shared, it was amazing.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-60719488077815977892013-02-14T08:01:00.000-08:002013-02-14T08:01:16.698-08:00The Wedding (part 1)This is the story of my wedding. I, Electra Danton of England, am getting married today. My life started 19 years ago, in an Ordinary home, with ordinary parents.<br />
Brought up in an orthodox Jewish family with strict orthodox parents. Religion did not teach me morals, or even right from wrong: it taught me that to be different is false. My so called family claimed that my actions were a mere abnormality. I recalled the many times when they pretended not to be related to me. I pretended that it didn't bother me, but it did, it wrenched my heart out every time. In school we were taught that love is unconditional; that was the biggest lie of my life, not once did my parents say that they loved me- or even implied it. I was their shame and their burden. I became friends with some other kids from troubled families, they all listened to me and understood me. They even talked me out of it when I got to the very edge. My mother of course ruined all of that. She claimed that they were 'the wrong crowd' and that it was their fault for my 'promiscuity' and 'rebellion' But it is always important to remember the good times in life. My brother- wait no, more that that- My twin. My childhood would have been much different if it weren't for that little guy. In primary school I always stood up for him, the first to defend him when his motor mouth got him into trouble. I made sure nothing hurt my brother. We were inseparable. At home we would play tig, much to my mothers disgust, trailing mud through the kitchen. When we started high school it all changed though. Suddenly it was I that needed the help, Kevin seemed to have fit in well, I however found it hard to make friends. It took a year to be approached by Susana and another month for Arthur. But when we became friends there was no stopping us. All of those times we had to run faster than eachother whilst running from the police. We thought that we were invincible. But after Susana got arrested the first time, we realized just how wrong we were. We toned the crime down to shop lifting, vandalism and other low-key crimes. I realize now how stupid we all were. We were however better than many teenagers of our age though. I had before witnessed my classmates being stoned or drunk; I ofcourse took that opportunity to rob from the hammered and vulnerable. I remembered when I got pregnant, when it all changed, at the time I thought that it would destroy my life... But it actually saved it. Yes it got me kicked out, yes it made my family ashamed, but Sarah was the one who rescued me. Without her I wouldn't be doing this challenge, have my soon-to-be-husband, or my precious bestfriend Natalie.<br />
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DING DONG<br />
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A loud thudding at the door " C'mon Lecci!" Screamed Natalie " It's your wedding day!"<br />
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I heard the others giggling in excitement in the background.<br />
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I stood up quickly, the excitement and adrenaline setting in. I opened the door, being met by a head-on cuddle from Chloe " I love weddings!" She squealed.<br />
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I smiled back at her, she seemed so happy. I felt so happy. I was going to get married! Marriage doesn't happen everyday you know- <br />
I'm not Henry the eighth afterall.<br />
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I gestured that they enter with a wide swoop of the hand.<br />
One by one they came in and sat on the sofa.<br />
I watched the back of their heads as I walked back into the living room. Becks turned her purple head to face me.<br />
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" Is it not social protocol to offer us a hot beverage?" She laughed, extracting a snigger from Skye<br />
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I shook my head and tried to hold down a giggle " Yes" I said " Would you like tea, tea or tea? Wait!" I paused " We do have some new tea in too"<br />
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Chloe spoke quietly " Any coffee?"<br />
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Skye shook her head and I spoke loudly " NO COFFEE IS SERVED IN THIS HOUSE!"<br />
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I left them to discuss as I made the tea. I boiled the kettle as I muttered under my breath 'coffee?' I shook my head 'blasphemy I say, blasphemy!' 'coffee will be the death of me'<br />
Wondering back into the living room; a tray of steaming mugs in my hand. Skye looked delighted whereas Chloe still seemed a little disheartened after the coffee incident, yet grabbed a piping hot cup. I sat down on the arm chair beside the full sofa, slurping the tea in my hand.<br />
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Paisley stived to break the awkward silence mixed with loud slurping and gargles " So... When are we going to..." She shrugged ".... Actually get ready?"<br />
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Natalie nodded, she didn't look away from the spot on the wall her eyes now seemed to be engaged to. <br />
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Skye stood up with Becks " Lets do this shit!" She looked to Becks and they both fist pumped.<br />
The other less motivated people and I stood up to follow Skye and Becks bounding up the stairs. I hated this part, when I had to act feminine...<br />
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Skye flung open the wardrobe dramatically. She ran her finger along the line of dresses, her finger paused, then grabbed at a dress-<br />
Then another<br />
Then another...<br />
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The most concerning part of it all was the incredible ease she managed
the entire process with. In almost a minute, she was cramming my
bridesmaids and myself into dresses. <br />
The chaos was noticeable, but
mostly it worked smoothly. As I said, Skye was cramming people into
dresses, and she'd set Paisley onto makeup. Chloe had taken control of
hair, but only after Skye had clothed us.<br />
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Speaking of Skye,
she's the best person in the universe for talking to about strange
things. While she slipped the dress over my head, and stared too long at
Paisley getting changed herself, we started talking about all kinds
of... weird things.<br />
When the, quite frankly better- forgotten- than- remembered conversations had ended Natalie approached me with a mirror, it was small so only part of my face could be seen at any one time. The girls looked at me expectantly as I lifted the mirror to my face.<br />
Before I peeked at my face I looked to Chloe- She had her hands near her face, I was sure that had it not been for the intensity of the moment she'd either be dancing or screaming at this moment.<br />
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I looked at myself.<br />
Skye and Paisley's brows raised expectantly.<br />
I smiled brightly " I look..." I shook my head in despair " There is no way I can say this and not sound cheesy"<br />
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Paisley laughed " Just say it!"<br />
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I nodded " I look-" I allowed suspense to build " -As beautiful as Sherlock"<br />
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My words had a mixed reaction from the girls, Paisley and Chloe seemed to have a look of hopelessness plastered on their faces, Skye on the other hand seemed utterly delighted by my reaction. I do however, think that they all knew how much I loved it. And I did, I looked like a princess: I didn't know it was possible, but I felt even more excited than before.<br />
Then it occurred to me-<br />
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" Oh my God!" I stood up " I'm getting married in three hours!"<br />
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The girls looked at each other to understand what was happening.<br />
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" That means we need to get going" I said. They didn't move " DRIVE BITCHES!"<br />
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They jumped up and scurried down the stairs, like little giddy puppies. When the collection of colourful babes got to the door they came to a halt. Natalie whispered something into Becks' ear. I couldn't hear it, but I was almost certain it was about me. Becks nodded to her and smiled. I wondered what she had said.<br />
I was going to confront her, see what they were saying. But then all five turned to me, they smiled giddily and Chloe opened the door dramatically, there was an old fashioned car waiting for me outside, it had a petite white ribbon tied to the bonnet, that stretched around the... Bentley I think it was a Bentley... (Finding it so hard not to make a Skulduggery reference)<br />
I shot happy-rays at them all,<br />
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" I can't believe it you guys!" I bounced " I didn't expect this, thanks you guys!"<br />
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Natalie smiled at me " We knew you would like it!"<br />
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" I do" I smiled back<br />
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" Good" Natalie said " Because I charged it from your credit card"<br />
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I pretended not to hear that comment and nodded.<br />
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Skye stepped forward " As wonderful as this moment it... It truly is, HURRY UP AND MOVE!"<br />
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We sprang to life and hurried down the pathway toward the house, there was two vehicles, so we spilt, because Skye would be the one giving me away (In the absence of father or mother, she was practically a parent to me) her and I shared the main. While Natalie, Chloe and Becks hopped into the other car behind.<br />
The Bentley began to trek forward.<br />
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I turned to Skye " I can't believe I'm getting married"<br />
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" Me either" She said to me " I'm still trying to understand how you ended up in a relationship"<br />
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I crossed my arms " Thanks, love you too Skye"<br />
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She patted me on the shoulder awkwardly " Just kidding, live you really." She paused " But seriously, how did you manage to get him?"<br />
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I shook my head and tried not to laugh " Just think" I looked at her<br />
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" I do that a lot already Electra" She said sarcastically.<br />
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I rolled my eyes " Maybe you and Paisley will be getting married one day, and it'll be me taking you to your big day" I winked at her<br />
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Skye didn't answer.<br />
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I looked at her " You mean?..."<br />
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She shook her head " No, not yet"<br />
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I allowed my jaw to drop " But... You will?"<br />
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" Maybe" She said<br />
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I clapped my hands " Yay"<br />
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Skye peered at me " Anyway, this is your big day. Enjoy it."<br />
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The car slowed as we came closer to our destination<br />
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Skye sat up " Isn't that your little lodger over there?" She pointed to Arthur in the distance<br />
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" Erm..." I glared ".. Yes"<br />
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" He isn't dressed very smart" Skye said dully " Frankly rude" She allowed a moment to pass " No matter how cute he is. I like him, marry him instead"<br />
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I laughed loudly " Hey! It's my wedding day, and you're telling me to marry somebody else!?"<br />
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She shrugged.<br />
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I hopped out at the curb where Arty stood. I embraced him " What are you doing here?" I asked, him still in my arms " Why aren't you at the seats, where they actual service takes place?"<br />
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" I just came to see you before your big moment" He said bluntly<br />
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" Surely you could tell me that after the service" I smiled<br />
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He shook his head " Nah, I'm not coming to the actual wedding" He sighed<br />
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My heart sank " What? Why?" I felt a mixture of disappointment and hurt.<br />
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He looked down Solomon " It's not.." He rubbed the back of his neck "... My scene"<br />
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I looked deep into his eyes and stared sympathetically " But I can't have my wedding without you"<br />
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His expression changed slightly " I'm not even properly dressed"<br />
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I smiled " As long as you're here" I kissed his cheek " Now go sit down you numpty"<br />
He dragged his feet a long the floor, he disappeared around the corner.<br />
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Skye nudged me " He likes you"<br />
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" Shut up" I laughed<br />
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Becks, Chloe and Natalie wobbled down the path toward us, they smiled at us.<br />
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" You ready?" Smiled Skye " It's your big moment"<br />
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" Always." I replied.<br />
Natalie, as my maid of honour; was the first behind me. Next was Chloe, Paisley then Becks (in no particular order might I add) Skye slipped her arm around mine and walked a step.<br />
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<i>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!</i><br />
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Brakes skidded behind us, we all turned suddenly. A small blue car came into view, it was going fast, really fast.<br />
As it came closer it showed no sign of slowing. Becks bent around to talk to me<br />
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" I think that the dude in that car is about to run you over"<br />
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I nodded " I think so too"<br />
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" SCARPER!" Yelled Skye.<br />
We ran toward the tree lining, just on time apparently, as the car only came to a sliding halt as it hit the grass, on which we once stood.<br />
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Becks clenched her fists and stormed toward the car. She didn't hesitate to rip open the door and grab the driver. She dragged him up by his collar and shoved him onto the roof. The poor man tried to flail about but Becks showed no sign of loosening her hold.<br />
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She looked him in the eye " See that woman over there?" He didn't look round " Well, she is about to get married. And you almost run her over." The man looked in fear. " Now little man, I don't want to damage that pretty face of yours, but I don't know..."<br />
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He turned to look at me " I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-" He spoke in an English accent. He stopped " Electra?"<br />
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Then it hit me " Kevin?"<br />
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" Electra," He pulled away from Becks, whom looked rather confused " I came all of this way for you" He laughed with his head in his hand " And I almost killed you"<br />
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" Shut up and love me" I ran toward his and we melted into eachother.<br />
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Chloe interrupted " And he is?...."<br />
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" Oh!" I put my hand on Kevin's shoulder " Guys, this is my brother, Kevin"<br />
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Natalie put her hand on her hip " Would it be inbred if I were to have his babies?"<br />
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" Let me think" I said " YES!"<br />
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" That's a shame, he's a cutie" Grinned Skye<br />
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" He's my brother" I tightened my grip on his shoulder " Stupidity, bad driving and punctuality. He never has a clue what's been going on" I opened my eyes " And has to go sit down!"<br />
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He smiled oddly and scurried away. I watched as he walked- or rather wobbled around the corner.<br />
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" Right" I breathed in " Are we ready?"<br />
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" It depends" said Paisley as she slipped in position " Any more relatives you haven't told us about"<br />
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I smiled " I hope not"<br />
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It was time that we moved, too much time had already been wasted. I took one last deep breath and took a step. I half expected a random disaster. None came.<br />
We slowly rounded the corner, I felt butterflies in my tummy as the music began to play. Skye tightened her grip around my arm as she saw Alex. My eyes drifted around the crowd, everybody I would have wanted was here. I was pleased to see Sarah and Fletcher sitting at the back, wearing their best (Just as I taught them to) They sat next to Betty and all other old faces. Within the crowd was also the famous Bridget, talking to... Loki?<br />
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My eyes then drifted toward Alex, he took my breath away. His suit was tailored perfectly for his frame, he had his best watch on, along with his beautiful smile. My legs turned to jelly, just as they did that day we met. It all seemed so surreal, it seemed only yesterday that we had just met, and now we were getting married. This is the highlight of my life. I need to make the most of it.<br />
Skye stepped forward again, dragging me with her. The crowd stopped talking, the room was looking at me. I blushed and looked to my bridesmaids. They all looked so gorgeous, I could see the joy on their faces, and they should have been happy, they were sharing in my big moment. And I wouldn't have wanted to share it with anybody but them. When I turned back around I realized I was just steps away from the vicar and my Alex.<br />
Skye let go of my arm and walked to the side with the bridesmaids. I looked to Alex and gently grabbed his hand, we turned simultaneously to face the vicar. Nerves bubbled inside me, I shook, not in fear, but in sheer excitement and happiness.<br />
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The vicar spoke with an old and deep voice<br />
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“ Alexander Windfield the second and Elizabeth Danton will be married in the eyes of God and in the law. If anyone has a reason why they cannot be lawfully married, please speak now or forever hold your peace.”</div>
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My heart pounded vigorously as the next moments passed.</div>
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After 10 seconds the priest continued.</div>
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I shook my head, and so did Alex</div>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">" Okay" The </span></span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 21.988636016845703px;">priest smiled and looked to the sky, As if he was trying to </span></span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> remember what to do next. It must have come to him because his mouth opened </span></span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">“ Now today, Elizabeth and Alexander II, you will be proving to the congregation your love to each other. As this couple, so in love that they have made the decision to write their own vows. First to mr. Windfield" He seemed proud of himself. He looked to Alex</span></div>
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“ Elizabeth May Danton, I promise to love and be with you always and forever. My life has been so different since you came swanning in, laughing at my 'stupid face' and putting salt in my coffee. Oh-" He grinned bashfully " And the constant Sherlock and Doctor who references"</div>
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" Woo!" Skye shouted. I shook my head and smiled.</div>
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Alex continued " But I love you more than the world. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you Electra. You bring happiness and light into my life, and every second with you makes my life worth living. You are the first, and only person I will ever love, together forever, until the day I die"</div>
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Emotions took a hold, I allowed a tear to roll down my cheek</div>
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" Mrs. Danton?" The vicar signed to me that it was time that I did my speech.</div>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">I cleared my throat " You are like a weeping angel to me, I just can't stop staring at you. To me, you are like the TARDIS; because every time I look into your eyes, I feel like my heart is flying around the universe. For you, I would wait a thousand years, just as the last </span></span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 21.988636016845703px;">centurion</span></span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> did. Sometimes it's as if you are from Gallifrey, because you are out of this world. And every time I see you, you make my heart go wibbly wobbly every timey wimey. Hopefully one day you will get to know that I am much bigger on the inside, and what I really mean to say is.. You are Dalek-table" I breathed out. That was all I had written, and it fitted perfectly. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">" Oi!" Yelled Skye loudly " Is that I sonic screwdriver in your pocket Alex?" She looked to Chloe and they both yelled " Or are you just happy to see her!?"</span></span></div>
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“ To conclude that, do you, Elizabeth May Danton, take Alexander II Windfield as your lawful wedded husband?”</div>
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“ Forever and always.” </div>
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“ To conclude, do you, Alexander II Windfield, take Elizabeth May Danton as your lawfully wedded wife?”</div>
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“ Forever and always.”</div>
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“ Now onto the ring exchange. The ring is of symbolism, because a circle is infinate. A circle will move on forever. The ring is precious. A ring is something that you want to treasure forever and ever. All of those factors are like a marriage. Elizabeth, please repeat after me.</div>
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" I, Elizabeth May Danton, give you Alexander Windfield, this ring, as a symbol of my love for you.” </div>
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“ I, Electra Danton, give you Alexander Windfield, this ring, as a symbolism of my love for you.”</div>
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I slid the ring down his finger. He looked up at me and grinned, a tear in his eye. </div>
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“Alexander, repeat after me. I, Alexander II Windfield, give you Elizabeth May Danton, this ring, as a symbol of my love for you.”</div>
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He grinned at me. Allowing a tear to stumble over the creases caused by his tear.</div>
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“ I, Alexander Windfield, give you Electra May Danton, this ring, as a symbol of my love for you.”</div>
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He slid the ring onto my finger. It fitted perfectly, just as the two of us did.</div>
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The vicar rubbed his hands together and smiled " And so, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride"</div>
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" Finally" I said. Dragging him down by his collar, I kissed him hard on the lips, I made sure that we shared every tear between us.</div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">My lips were still </span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 21.988636016845703px;">firmly</span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> pressed to Alex's face, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Arthur. He was still sat, his head in his hands, not moving. I felt an ease of sadness for him. I pulled away from Alex and looked all around my friends. I saw something at walked toward it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 21.988636016845703px;">" Skye?" I stopped in front of her " Are you... Crying?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 21.988636016845703px;">" No" She wiped away a tear " It's just raining on my face"</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 21.988636016845703px;">Paisley walked up behind her and put her hand on her shoulder " My little Skye is just emotional that her baby Electra is growing up" Paisley kissed her on the cheek.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 21.988636016845703px;">Skye wiped away the last tear from her face and looked at me " You're still an idiot" She said as she leapt into my embrace. I hugged her warmly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 21.988636016845703px;">I felt a hand on my hip from behind. I smiled realizing straight away whom it belonged to, I turned " Hello miss Windfield" Said Alex</span></span></div>
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I kissed him " Hello mr. Danton"<br />
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" That's not how it works Electra" He shook his head<br />
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" Yeah.. It is" He giggled back at me.<br />
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Kevin came up to us, his face red with tears. He flung his arms wide open for a hug. I pressed myself into his chest and clutched him tight.<br />
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" Ehem" Coughed Alex<br />
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" Oh" I had forgotten that Alex didn't know who Kevin was, or even that I had a twin brother. " This is my twin brother, Kevin" I showed him off to Alex, as if he were an old antique<br />
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" Pleased to meet you" Smiled Alex warmly and grabbed his hand to shake firmly " Hello, brother"<br />
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I felt so happy, my husband... Yes, husband (Still getting used to that) was the nicest guy on earth.<br />
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" TIME TO PARTY!" Screamed Becks from behind me.<br />
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THANKYOU FOR READING MY WEDDING POST GUYS! THIS IS TECHNICALLY PART ONE. THE NEXT INSTALMENT WILL COME SOON, IN WHICH WE WILL PARTY, AND INCLUDE THE FIRST DANCE ETC. PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT!<br />
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A GREAT BIG THANKS TO CHRISTINE, AMY, HANNAH, ANNIE AND SARAH FOR BEING THE BEST BRIDESMAIDS A GIRL COULD HOPE FOR<br />
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AN EVEN BIGGER THANKYOU TO SARAH (or as you know her Skye Everard) MY RL BESTFRIEND, WITHOUT YOU I WOULD BE BREAKING DOWN IN A CORNER ABOUT THIS POST. I LOVE YOU!!!<br />
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I LOVE YOU ALL! <3Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-22902968720909558162013-02-01T11:06:00.001-08:002013-02-01T11:06:31.362-08:00The Hen partyI looked in the mirror and applied more red lipstick.<br />
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NOCK NOCK NOCK<br />
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" Come in" I beckoned, not looking around.<br />
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The door opened to reveal Arthur " Just came to see if you were alright" He smiled " You've been in here a while"<br />
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I nodded and turned away from the mirror " I need to look my best for the Hen night" I giggled, grabbing my little red dress. I slipped behind the partition to put it on. <br />
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" I didn't think that you'd be interested in that sort of thing" He said, not able to see my face<br />
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I slipped out from behind it, now wearing the dress " Why not?" I asked<br />
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" Because well, you never used to drink"<br />
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I smiled to myself " I didn't. But then I met Natalie"<br />
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" This Natalie person sounds interesting, I'd love to meet her" He rubbed the back of his neck.<br />
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I turned my back to him " Would you zip me up?"<br />
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" Y-yes" He said, placing his fingers on the zip. I held my hair out of the way.<br />
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His hands slid up to the top shakily " Done" he said quietly.<br />
I turned to him and smiled<br />
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" How do I look" I asked, giving him a spin<br />
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He grinned " Amazing"<br />
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" You're just saying that" I smiled and looked at him " You are such a great friend Arty"<br />
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" Th-thanks" He smiled weakly<br />
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I turned to kiss him on the cheek. He looked at me in surprise " What was that?" <br />
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" A thankyou for being such a good friend" I ran out of the bedroom to find my phone. Arty still in the bedroom.<br />
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BEEP BEEP!<br />
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" My Taxi is here!" I shouted up the stairs<br />
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Alex came in from the living room " Okay, don't get too smashed" He laughed<br />
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" No promises" I giggled, kissing him on the lips.<br />
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With that I left, jumping into the taxi.<br />
I looked out of the window, gazing upon the creeping night. Street lamps flickered to life and the sun disappeared over the horizon.<br />
It was party time.<br />
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I clambered out of the taxi in front of the bar 'woohoos' there I waited for my friends.<br />
I glanced at my watch 8:00 they're due any minute now.<br />
<br />
Becks and Chloe jumped up at me from behind. I jumped forward and almost snapped my heel. Chloe was wearing a flattering blue dress, with a necklace that suited the neck-line. Becks was wearing something more to the Hen-night-theme, it was a little kinky outfit, with thick coats of make-up.<br />
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Natalie then turned up, she was wearing a school-girls costume, she looked adorable.<br />
We all gathered around in a huddle to keep warm.<br />
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We were waiting on Skye and Paisley.<br />
Beginning to doubt that they were coming.<br />
But then they appeared.<br />
Holding hands.<br />
I had forgotten that they'd be together, holding hands and-<br />
KISSING?<br />
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Natalie ran up to Skye " No kissing in public!" Then she laughed " You two are adorable!" She hugged them both.<br />
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We looked to eachother and smiled " Line up!" I squealed.<br />
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We lined up where the entrance was, all excited to be in a fancy club such as this.<br />
One by one we entered the club.<br />
When I entered the lights flashed dully, and the music thumped and drilled into my mind. It was amazing.<br />
I joined Skye and Becks dancing on the dance floor. All 6 of us danced for a while, we were beginning to sweat, the songs flicked through, and we danced to every one of them.<br />
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We stopped only for drinks, and lots of them.<br />
Paisley's dance-energy was the first to run low<br />
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" I'm pooped" She breathed heavily " I'm going to sit-" She breathed " Down"<br />
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" Aww!" Said Skye, still shaking her booty<br />
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Paisley held up her finger to sign 'one moment' " I need to catch my breath first"<br />
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I looked to the girls and laughed. Paisley sat down and watched onward.<br />
Skye was on a roll, dancing to every tune, even swing... Alone.<br />
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The DJ changed the tune and turned it down " Now for a request!" He shouted down the mic.<br />
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Natalie Came running back toward us " You'll love this" She grinned, she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the centre of the dancefloor<br />
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The tune came on:<br />
Hakuna Matata<br />
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I looked to Natalie and allowed a grin to engulf my face<br />
We jiggled " HAKUNAMATTATA!" We screamed, laughing.<br />
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Natalie and I plonked our bottoms on the chairs, exhausted. We were all sat down...<br />
Except Skye and Becks, they carried on dancing.<br />
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" How are they not tired out?" I asked<br />
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Chloe shook her head " Becks could go all night" She paused " Not like that Electra" She scowled at my giggles<br />
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Paisley nodded too " Skye, there's no stopping her"<br />
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Natalie took a big gulp of her drink and spoke loudly " Lets have a bet!" She had all of our attention " Who do you think will run low first?" She looked to us all expectantly<br />
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We ummd and arrrd in decision.<br />
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Natalie spoke " Skye, she's invincible"<br />
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Chloe whispered " Becks, she's-" She gulped " Insane... Lord knows what she's capable of"<br />
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Paisley decided that Skye would win, but I had faith in purple and perky Becks.<br />
The three others and I sat and jugged for hours, chatting about stuff, apparently Chloe can speak very fluent French... Although whether she realized that she was speaking in it was beyond me. Natalie was singing a song about cheese and postal strikes in South Africa, Paisley was just sat, staring at Skye, who was dancing on, without a sign of stopping.<br />
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Eventually Chloe was asleep on the table, Natalie had stopped singing and I was ready to say something witty<br />
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Suddenly Paisley sat up " She's won!" She pointed to the dance floor<br />
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" Ha!" Natalie pointed at me " I win!"<br />
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" Crud" I muttered, I decided not to wake Chloe, she seemed peaceful enough.<br />
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Becks was sweating now, she went to get a drink from the bar, gulping it down quickly.<br />
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She approached our table of miscreants " 'sup with Chloe?" She asked<br />
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I shook my head " A question beyond most of us"<br />
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Becks looked to her friend in concern " I should take her home..."<br />
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" BOO!" Shouted a drunk Natalie<br />
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" You're right, it's time that we all gave in for the night" I said<br />
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" BOO!" Shouted Nat again<br />
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Paisley stood up, Becks leaned Chloe on her shoulder and slugged her way to the door. Paisley tried to grab Skye, who was still dancing. Without success, I tried to drag her away.<br />
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Natalie was still in the corner " BOO!"<br />
<br />
Eventually we were all out of the club, the evening's fresh air was a relief to feel on my face, it was cool, which made me breath deeply, I felt fresh again.<br />
I stayed back to make sure that all of the girls got home safely, after a while Skye and Paisley's taxi arrived and I was free to go home.<br />
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It was early morning by my return home, I saw Alex in the hall, tapping at his watch sarcastically<br />
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" What did I say about not drinking too much?" He said<br />
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" Shut up" I said kissing him.<br />
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" You're drunk!" He smiled, not pushing me away.<br />
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" I know" I said " I know"<br />
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I was too tired to wonder why my son would be wanting a meeting at- I glanced at the clock- 5.00am.<br />
I kicked Alex in the leg. If I had to get up he did too.<br />
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Walking out into the hallway rubbing my eyes I saw the rest of the household. All as unimpressed as I.<br />
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" What?" Yanto whined.<br />
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" Gather around humans!" We all huddled around in a circle " I would like to inform you all" He scanned the circle " That I have a big part in a play coming up!"<br />
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" Why did you tell us this now?" I asked " Why at 5 in the morning?"<br />
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He looked at me with a vacant expression " When else would I tell you?"<br />
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I saw Arthur about to say something. I shook my head at him and mouthed 'it's a lost cause' his mouth shut quickly after.<br />
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We were all about to disperse back into our bedrooms when Alex stood forward " Seeing how everybody is here..." We all looked at him expectantly " I should probably tell you that" He looked as if the words were hurting him " That when mummy and I get married I'm going to be going away for a while"<br />
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I had forgotten that he hadn't told the children that yet. This surprised me, how could I forget?<br />
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I looked to Yanto, his little red eyes pinkened around the rim " B-B daddy" He ran into Alex and jumped into his arms " I don't want you to go daddy" He cried into his shoulder " I- I love you daddy"<br />
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Alex looked sad " I love you too Yanto, I love you all, but daddy has to go. I'll be back before you know it" He hugged Jack " I promise"<br />
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" Whatever" Muttered Eden " I'm off to bed" The others all scurried away with her. Alex looked at me soberly and we both made our way back to bed.<br />
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The morning came way too soon. I pulled myself out of bed and groaned.<br />
" Took you long enough to stir" Said Alex as he buttoned his shirt in the mirror.<br />
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I sat up, rubbing my eyes " Where you going?"<br />
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" A meeting" He picked up two ties " Which one red-" He showed me the tie " Or blue?" He held up the other<br />
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" Blue" I said " What meeting?"<br />
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He smiled and sat down on the bottom of the bed " For the army" He fiddled with his tie " You know, going over protocol and everything"<br />
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I smiled weakly " I wish you didn't have to go"<br />
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" It's okay" He hugged me " I'll be back before you know it" He looked into my eyes " Dad will be there to protect me, I will come back and when I do you won't have noticed I was missing"<br />
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He kissed me on the cheek and stood. When he got to the door he turned and blew me a kiss. I pretended to catch it as he left.<br />
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I got dressed to take Jack and Yanto to school.<br />
Upon arrival Jack turned to me<br />
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" You lookin' forward to my show this evening?" He asked excitedly<br />
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" Very much so" I smiled, then turned to Yanto " Why do you not have a part?"<br />
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He looked at me curiously " I don't want a part. I don't like theater. I like real life, like a real person"<br />
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" Forget I asked" I said meekly.<br />
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When I got home I was straight down to wedding business. I called all of my friends; making sure that they would be there on my big day.<br />
Then, I called my brother.<br />
<br />
The phone rang a few times then a voice that made me happy to hear<br />
<br />
" Hello?" Came the voice from the other end<br />
I was silent<br />
" Hello... Who is this?"<br />
" El-Electra" I said a little too quickly<br />
" Electra Electra? MY Electra or just Electra"<br />
" Shut up idiot, it's me"<br />
" ELECTRA!" H screamed down the phone<br />
I pulled the phone from my ear " Yes, it's me. Look I was wondering-"<br />
" Where have you been? Where are you now?"<br />
I put my question on hold " I'm in America"<br />
His voice seemed a mixture of relief and happiness " I'm so glad you're okay, I couldn't have my little sis being hurt"<br />
I rolled my eyes " You're 5 minutes older than me!" I laughed<br />
He laughed back. <br />
" As I was saying-"<br />
" Oh, yes sorry"<br />
" I am getting married" It made me smile just to say it<br />
I heard him gasp in shock " Really?" His voice was twinged with excitement " Who to?"<br />
" You'll find out on the day!"<br />
" You mean I can come?" He sounded so happy<br />
" No" I started sarcastically " My twin brother can miss the most important day of my life"<br />
He laughed hysterically " I can't believe it!"<br />
" Me either"<br />
" Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but it's church in a minute. Speak to you later!"<br />
" Bye"<br />
" Bye!"<br />
I hung up.<br />
<br />
I felt good now that I had heard Kevin's voice once more. Glancing at the clock I saw that I only had 10 minutes until Jack's show.<br />
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I met Alex there.<br />
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Sitting down and watching Jack play Indianan Jones was comical, he always said that he would be just like him. And he didn't have long to go either, he had already had to call the fire brigade to remove him from a tree and a minor misunderstanding with the Police about an escaped tiger.<br />
The play got a standing ovation.<br />
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When we got outside Alex turned to me " I don't want to go, who will look after you?"<br />
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He looked sad, I kissed him on the cheek " I can look after myself"<br />
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" I wish I could just stay, and be with you- my loving wife-to-be"<br />
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" Trust me" I held his hand " I wish you could stay too"<br />
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He and I shared a kiss, it was long and loving<br />
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<i>BEEP BEEP!!</i><br />
<i> </i><br />
Arthur pulled up beside us in the car " C'mon we don't have all night"<br />
<br />
I giggled at Alex then jumped into the car. Jack and Yanto jumped into the car and we set off home.<br />
I put the kids to sleep, Jack and Yanto slipping asleep straight away.<br />
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" I'll make tea!" Smiled Alex, wandering into the kitchen.<br />
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I could hear vague music coming from somewhere in the house. Curious to find out where from I went looking.<br />
The sound was coming from the activity room, it was Arty<br />
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" I didn't know you could play" I walked in without announcement.<br />
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He jumped slightly " Yeh"<br />
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" What are you playing?" I asked<br />
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" What ever seems right" He replied without looking at me.<br />
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" Play as if I weren't here" I wanted to hear him play again.<br />
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" What should I play?" He looked at me<br />
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" As you said- whatever seems right"<br />
<br />
He nodded and started on a tune.<br />
The introduction was familiar. Then he began singing along gently I instantly recognized: <br />
<i>Chasing cars- snow patrol </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
As he sang the lyrics seemed to get more and more meaningful, he shut his eyes and allowed every note to possess hem, I never knew just how well he could sing and play.<br />
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When he finished he opened his eyes and looked at me expectantly<br />
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<br />
" That was... Beautiful" I said quietly<br />
<br />
" I know something even more so" He replied<br />
<br />
His gaze was interrupted by Alex's arrival.<br />
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He looked at me " Would you please give us a minute?"Alex asked politely<br />
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I looked at Arthur, he looked scared. I nodded and left.<br />
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I sat slurping at my tea when<br />
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" AAAAGH!"<br />
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Oh God, what's happening!? Alex has hurt Arty hasn't he? I knew he didn't like him but-<br />
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I burst into the room.<br />
Within was Arthur laughing hard whilst Alex tried to escape his grip, they were both smiling. Releif washed over me.<br />
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" What are you doing?" I asked, smiling<br />
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They looked at eachother " Friends"<br />
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I was happy to see them friends " Oh yay!" I beamed, they smiled at eachother and departed.<br />
<br />
Alex and I met in the hallway " Thankyou so much for being nice to Arty, he's had a hard time"<br />
<br />
" We're good now" He smiled and lifted my chin to look into his eyes<br />
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" I love you" I smiled.<br />
We kissed sumptuously<br />
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" I love you too" He breathed<br />
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We kissed again " Forever and ever"<br />
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*meanwhile* <br />
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The next day I aged the kids up.<br />
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Ashlee is now in university, studying modern language.<br />
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Eden has moved in with Gwaine as his DJ I look forward to seeing them get big in the musical world<br />
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<br />
Melody is also at uni, she has a boyfriend who she studies social attitudes and spoken language with.<br />
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Jack is quite the dashing young lad now. Teachers keep on telling me that he is the class clown and enjoys nothing more than to cause trouble... I know he can be naughty but I think that the teachers just do't know how to deal with him<br />
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Yanto is and probably always will be a little quiet and socially awkward. He reminds me of a girl I once met... *coughcoughSarahcough*<br />
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Luna is a giggly little ball of sunshine, she loves outdoors and the rain. A delight to have around.<br />
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Felix is a handfull, he is always eating... It is really quite odd because he never puts on weight either o.O<br />
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Baby 31 I decided to call Eponine. She is adorkable :P<br />
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" Go away" I mumbled<br />
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" Electra?"<br />
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" Be gone peasant" I grumbled<br />
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" ELECTRA!" Natalie screamed.<br />
I jumped out of my skin, my eyes stayed wide as Natalie shook her head. " You're gonna be late" She blew her nails<br />
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" Late for what?" I sat up, rubbing my eyes<br />
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She shook her head again " Your wedding-dress shopping"<br />
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I jumped out of bed instantly " Crap!"<br />
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" You have ten minutes to get ready" Natalie walked out of the room. She didn't seem quite herself lately, like something was bothering her.<br />
I walked to the wardrobe, taking out a pair of jeans and a shirt. That'd do. Walking to the mirror, I fiddled with my hair, tying it into a simple tail.<br />
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" Smile Electra" I spoke to my reflection in the mirror " You're going to have a great time today" I tried a weak smile for myself " All of your friends will be there, at least your best ones" " I guess" I mumbled to myself " See, not smiling has lead to you talking to yourself, idiot" " Noted."<br />
I turned away from the mirror.<br />
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" You ready?" Natalie said as I walked down the stairs<br />
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I nodded promptly.<br />
Natalie looked out of the window silently, we watched the scenery whiz by.<br />
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Then my phone rang <i>TO THE BARRICADES!</i><br />
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Natalie shook her head " I can't believe you set that as your ring tone"<br />
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I answered the phone<br />
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" Yello?"<br />
" Electra!"<br />
It was Chloe<br />
" Hi"<br />
" Where are you?"<br />
" Almost there"<br />
" Well come quick, I think that Skye is going to kill some random kid and... Becks is playing tig with Paisley"<br />
" Haha"<br />
" Hurry please, I don't think that I can take this any longer"<br />
I hung up.<br />
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" That's interesting..." Smiled Natalie " It's shocking how odd we are all together"<br />
As we pulled up at the dress shop the girls huddled around the taxi. I got out and we all made our way into the shop.<br />
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" It's so pretty in here!" Gawked Becks " Dresses everywhere!"<br />
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" I wish I had come to this shop for my wedding dress" Said Natalie<br />
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Skye, Natalie, Paisley, Becks and Chloe lined up at the wall next to the changing rooms.<br />
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I paced by them, inspecting them like soldiers ready for battle " Right girls" I turned on my heels " You each have ten minutes to spread out and grab dresses. Don't look at the price. If you see it, you grab it" I smiled at my dress-troops " TO THE DRESSES!"<br />
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" Right then ladies!" I clapped my hands and rubbed " What 'ave we go then?"<br />
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The girls dumped a pile of dresses on the floor. We looked at eachother for a moment. Then dove. We each picked up a collection of dresses each.<br />
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Becks stepped out, her cheeks were bright red " What'cha think?" She said<br />
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" You look amazing!" Cooed Natalie<br />
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" Thanks" Blushed Becks.<br />
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Chloe was the second to show off a dress, she spun around<br />
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" It looks like granny knickers" Mumbled Skye. I agreed. I think that we all did.<br />
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Natalie walked out with the third dress.<br />
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" What are you a nun?" I said " Come on, show some skin bestie"<br />
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She walked back to the changing rooms with a pout.<br />
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" ERMEGERD Paisley" I gawked " You look stunning " I love the way it looks on you" The others sounded their words of agreement.<br />
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" HAHA!" I laughed, along with Natalie " Who are you? Cruela Devile?!" I doubled over laughing<br />
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Paisley walked up to skye " It's okay... I'm sure that it looks beautiful in some peoples eyes..." She went bright red trying not to laugh.<br />
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" I hate you all" Skye walked back into the changing rooms<br />
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" It's your turn Electra!" Screamed the girl. They clapped and cooed as I got changed<br />
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" Oh my!" Said Becks " How delightful!"<br />
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I spun around, the dress flared up as I spun " Do ya really think so?"<br />
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They all nodded.<br />
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"Have we all decided what dresses we like for bridesmaids?"<br />
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" Definitely" Smiled the girls<br />
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" We shall vote!" I put my fist up to the air.<br />
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" Dress one?" Only Becks put her hand up.<br />
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" Second?" Tumble weed.<br />
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" Third?" Nobody stirred<br />
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" Fourth?" I was hopeful. The girls looked at eachother and nodded.<br />
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" YES!" They all laughed simultaneously.<br />
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The girls stepped out of the changing rooms with the chosen dress. They all looked amazing. The dress seemed to compliment them all perfectly. The girls huddled and looked at eachother, all sharing equally delighted expressions.<br />
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I walked up to the man behind the counter " Would you mind taking a picture for me please?"<br />
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The man took the camera from my hand " Not at all"<br />
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We stood in the right position to keep us all in the shot. The camera flashed briefly.<br />
Everybody changed their clothes and waited outside.<br />
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" Today was fun" Said Skye<br />
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" Yeh" agreed Chloe<br />
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" Well bye then!" Becks hugged me goodbye<br />
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I waved them all off.<br />
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I decided that the guy behind the counter would be a suitable father, he had little choice in the matter.<br />
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When I got home to my husbands warm embrace and my friends chaotic relationship with my dog, I decided to age up the kiddies.<br />
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Gwaine has started up a band with his friends, and is staying in a flat with them all until their band gets 'big'<br />
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Mordred is in a long term relationship with a lovely girl, he plans to become a scientist, with a membership in uni he has a lot of debts to pay off.<br />
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Arthur has settled down in the country, I have reason to believe he is now a farmer...<br />
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Morgana has become a librarian until her job picks up, I'm glad her love for books has grown so much.<br />
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Merlin is a waiter at the local cafe, he loves to serve people, never did understand why.<br />
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I was right. Gwen got married to that friend of hers, she is a nurse and is going for a PhD<br />
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Ashlee is still that smiley girl we all know and love. She never has moodswings like a normal teen, I love that, no more strops.<br />
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Eden was sad when her brother left, Gwaine told her that she could visit him any time. I see he has a soft spot for her.<br />
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Melody is super kind. She has her days, granted but she is always the girl who will come back and apologise.<br />
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Yanto is a funny child. He is always cracking a joke. Always able to make me laugh.<br />
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Jack is friendly, and loud. I think that it could be positive and negative, he is a little too trusting.<br />
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The twins I gave birth to were adorable. I called them:<br />
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Luna<br />
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Felix<br /><br />SORRY ABOUT THE TERRIBLE QUALITY OF THIS POST. I WAS IN A RUSH TO GET THIS OUT, RECENTLY BEEN UNDER A LOT OF STRESS :3<br />
LEAVE A COMMENT PLEASE! I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR FEEDBACK!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-61339320575039129732013-01-14T13:09:00.004-08:002013-01-14T13:09:58.215-08:00An old friend- babies 27 & 28All was well.<br />
The house was silent, nothing but the gentle <i>tick tick</i> of the clock disturbing the blissful silence. My feet were swung up, onto the sofa. My hands resting on Alex's warm chest and my head on his soft shoulder.<br />
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" Hear that?" I whispered<br />
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" Hear what?"<br />
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" Exactly" I smiled silently.<br />
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The triplets hadn't slept in ages, it was a sure relief to have them asleep.<br />
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" Alex?" I looked up at him<br />
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" Yes sweetie?"<br />
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I fluttered my eyelashes and gave him a cute pout " Can I have a kiss?"<br />
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He laughed " No" He grabbed my waist and tickled. He flipped me over onto my back, still tickling my torso. His fingers moved up and down. Laughing hysterically, is apparently very tiring. Despite my tiredness I carried on laughing harder and harder.<br />
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<i>Ding dong</i><br />
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He stopped tickling me. I was attempting to catch my breath back<br />
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<i>Ding dong</i><br />
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" I'm coming" I shouted at the door.<br />
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I walked into the hall, switching the light on as I passed. Glancing at the clock the time was 9:30; who would be coming around at this hour? Well I was about to find out. Upon opening the door, I saw a familiar face.<br />
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" Arthur?" I uttered<br />
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My old friend was unstable on his feet. " I-I just needed to talk-"<br />
His body flopped like a fish, I panicked. He fell onto my chest. He was heavy.<br />
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Alex wondered in. He stopped in his tracks " Would you care to explain why there is a mans face in your boobs?"<br />
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" Eeeerm. No" I said " Help him up. He's too heavy for me"<br />
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" Alright" He picked him up, flicking him over his shoulder<br />
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" Be gentle" I whispered<br />
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He turned, hitting Arthur's face off of the door frame " Oh I am" He turned again, hitting his head off of the wall " Oh sorry, accidents do happen though"<br />
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He dropped him onto the sofa clumsily. I heard the feint cry of a baby he rolled his eyes " I'll get her"<br />
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Left alone with Arthur, I rested his head on my lap. His features hadn't changed, even behind the thick layer of dirt on his face I recognized him.<br />
He stirred " Electra?" He said weakly<br />
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" I'm here" I said gently, stroking his head<br />
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" I- I needed to talk to you."<br />
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" So you came half way across the world!? Is it really that urgent?"<br />
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" You are the only one I could talk to. Nobody else would understand"<br />
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I smiled at him " What is it?"<br />
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" Susana" He said shakily. Memories of my childhood best friend flooded back. I remembered how the three of us used to play around. How she and I used to play pranks on Arty and watch as he tumbled over our feet. But then I also remembered what tore Susana and I apart.<br />
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" Yes.."<br />
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" Well we got engaged, remember?"<br />
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I didn't. Not until he reminded me. But then, it surprised me that I had forgotten; my childhood crush taken away by my bestfriend. <br />
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He didn't wait for an answer " She- She" His voice shook, he looked like he was about to cry<br />
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" it's okay" I comforted " You can tell me"<br />
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" She" He paused " Hits me, and hurts me"<br />
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My heart sank down, I was saddened. I knew that Sue could be a little violent, and cruel- but this? This was terrible<br />
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" Why haven't you told anybody this?" I asked weakly<br />
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" I couldn't- I just" He blinked back tears " I couldn't"<br />
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He couldn't contain his tears any longer. He burst out in a fit of crying. I held him close to me as he wept. I took this chance to comfort him, before he had to go back to England. But how could I let him go back? After what Sue did to him... What she would still do. That's when I decided<br />
" Arty, you can stay with us for a little while"<br />
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He looked up at me and sniffed<br />
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" As long as you need to stay" I smiled warmly at him<br />
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" Thankyou" He cried as he seeped into my chest crying " Thankyou"<br />
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Alex walked in with Melody " Am I interrupting?" He said inconsiderately<br />
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" No" I said to him " We've finished"<br />
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Melody stayed silent in Alex's arms " Your friend stinks" He said dully<br />
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" Don't be so rude Al!" I turned to Arthur " Sorry about my fiance he's a bit grumpy"<br />
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" I'm not grumpy!" Alex defended<br />
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I stayed looking at Arthur " Although.... You do smell quite a lot"<br />
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" Shmell" giggled Melody <br />
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I directed Arthur to the shower. I walked down the stairs to be greeted by Alex " Who is he?" He asked<br />
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" An old friend"<br />
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" Why is he here?"<br />
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" He has been having some personal trouble"<br />
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" How long is he staying?"<br />
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" As long as he needs to!"<br />
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Alex's question spam was interrupted by a loud, feminine scream.<br />
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I ran upstairs, taking 3 at a time " What? What is it!?"<br />
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I barged into the bathroom. Arthur was dripping wet and was shaking with fear<br />
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" What?" I asked, slightly bamboozled.<br />
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Mofussa jumped out at Arthur from behind the shower curtains. He jumped up at him playfully<br />
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" Him! I get into the shower, then he gets up and tries to eat me!"<br />
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I laughed as Mofussa continued to harass him " He's not biting, he's playing. he likes you"<br />
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" But I want to get a shower, and I can't do that if there is a dog trying to eat my balls!"<br />
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I beckoned Mofussa near. I ruffled up his ears " Walkies?" I asked him<br />
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<i>WOOF!</i><br />
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<i> </i>*****<br />
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The night was cold and crisp. There was no wind.<br />
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" I can't believe you want to come out in this weather" I spoke to Mofussa<br />
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He carried on trotting happily<br />
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I looked up at the moon " What a pretty night"<br />
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Mofussa looked up at me<br />
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" Hello!" I jumped out of my skin as a man came up behind me.<br />
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" Who are you?" I asked wearily. I turned around<br />
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" Sorry, how rude of me. My name is Charles" He put his hand out for me to shake<br />
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I shook it " What do you want?"<br />
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" I'm a big fan of your work miss Danton."<br />
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" That's nice, always good to see a fan" I was still cautious of him<br />
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His hair was a bright shade of white, but his features were young. He must have only been 30 at the most. I liked his hair, it reminded me of a woman I once met, but she died horribly. I cleared my thoughts.<br />
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He shook my hand again " Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to meet you in person" He turned to leave<br />
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" Stop!"<br />
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He looked at me " Yes?"<br />
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" Do you want to be a father in my challenge?"<br />
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His face looked to be thinking " Yes" He said simply.<br />
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"Some guard dog you are" I said to Mofussa " That dude could have been a murderer, you suck at being a dog"<br />
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When I arrived home I was greeted with awkward silence. Alex sat at the opposite end of the room to Arthur.<br />
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Mofussa tugged my arm and I let him off of his leash, he instantly ran for Arty<br />
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" Oh God not again" Was the first thing that Arthur said.<br />
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Alex seemed pleased that Arty was being attacked by our dog. I sat next to him. And snuggled into his arms. We both giggled as Arty screamed in despair.<br />
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" I can not take this for much longer" Shouted Arthur, with his thick London accent.<br />
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I could tell that Alex wasn't too keen on Arty, but I couldn't just turn him away. He was a friend, and friends don't ditch.<br />
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When I had given birth to my two new twins I aged up the kids.<br />
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Gwaine became the most hot teen ever <3<br />
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Mordred is my little sweetheart, along with every other girl in the schools<br />
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Arthur is a man of mystery, I never know what he is doing. Although the fact that having a taller, just as silly Artur in the house pleases him very much<br />
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Morgana is still quiet, she has a close bunch of friends, none seem to be too loud, I am happy that she's finally found some friends that understand her.<br />
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Merlin is always helping around the house, he reminds me of his daddy, always helpful always polite. But admittedly, very funny.<br />
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Gwen is so pretty! She is always coming home with her friends, they are all so nice. I would love to steal them and keep them for my own. Between her friends there is one boy, and between you and I- I think that they're dating.<br />
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Ashlee made a wonderful child, her face is always bright and smiley, she is a joy to be around.<br />
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Eden is almost bestfriends with her older brother Gwaine. She looks up to him in the trouble causing name.<br />
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Melody is beautiful. She is elegant and just darn right polite. I love to be around her. She likes to sit alone and read when the whole family is up making noise and being rowdy.<br />
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The new twins I named:<br />
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They are wonderful.<br />
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As for Mofussa, he still likes to attack my friend. Arthur still doesn't like it. And my life goes on.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-34217927205173534962013-01-05T12:15:00.002-08:002013-01-05T12:15:56.460-08:00Birthing my best-friends children... AGAIN! babies 24,25,26" Say Cheese!" Giggled Natalie<br />
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" CHEESE!" Alex and I bared our pearly whites for the camera.<br />
It flashed briefly.<br />
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" Perfect" Said Nat brightly as she handed Alex the camera " But it would be even more perfect if I was in it" She put her arms around my neck and grinned, I went with it and smiled for the picture.<br />
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" Beautiful" Beamed Alex. He hooked his hand around my hip and kissed me softly.<br />
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Gwaine let out a weak cry, Natalie looked to him, then to us " See! Even your child disproves of your public scenes of affection"<br />
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I kissed him one more time before picking up Gwaine. The other babies stirred, Between the three of us we picked them up.<br />
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" This one is my favourite" Smiled Natalie " He's just so darn cute!" She tickled Merlin's tummy.<br />
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I looked at her confused. I went to pick up Arthur " This one's my favourite, it's his little face"<br />
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Alex shook his head in despair " You two are unbelievable!"<br />
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" WHAT?" Nat and I asked<br />
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" How could you" He gave Morgana her bottle " Choose a favourite like that? They're your children. You can't just have favourites; you're supposed to love them all equally"<br />
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Natalie and I looked at each other then laughed " I still love them all the same, I just think that some are cuter than others" Nat nodded in agreement.<br />
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Alex sighed " You two are so weird"<br />
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We all turned around toward the Cafe. Alex looked at me adoringly, then went to grab my hand. Natalie jumped between us, making Alex flinch away as he touched his mothers hand rather than mine. She squinted comically " No lovey business here kids"<br />
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I stuck my tongue out and kissed Alex quickly. She laughed but tried to frown. She continued to stand between us " It's the kiddies special day, not yours"<br />
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The Cafe we sat down in was bright an airy. Plants were dotted around the room and light flooded every corner, this was exactly how I imagined Paris to be. Alex stood " What'cha want?"<br />
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" Ish Cream" Gurgled Merlin<br />
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" CAKE!" Bounced Gwen<br />
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" Hot Choclat" Giggled Mordred<br />
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" Ice Cream-y!!" Clapped Natalie<br />
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" You are unreal mum" Alex mumbled as he made his way to the counter, Natalie and I squinted in concentration as we tried to listen to Alex attempting French.<br />
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" Erm.. Bonour, J'appelle Icecream parce que fatigue"<br />
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I laughed loudly at him. I myself able to speak French; understood exactly what he had just said. Able to hear my hysterics he turned and mouthed 'what?'<br />
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I shook my head 'nothing' I mouthed back. I gestured that he continue, he shrugged and did so.<br />
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The lady behind the counter seemed baffled " DO... You want ice cream? Is that what you said?"<br />
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Alex was confused " You speak English? Why didn't you say so?"<br />
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" I wanted to, but you were a little busy telling me how your name was ice cream because you are tired"<br />
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He stood, as if his dignity had been damaged " Right then" He tried " I would like 3 icecreams, 2 cakes, 2 coffee and one tea please"<br />
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The lady at the counter busied herself, making our orders.<br />
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He sat down and nodded promptly.<br />
I decided to question him " And who taught you to speak French?"<br />
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" My mum" He answered defensively.<br />
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I looked to Natalie and shook my head. She shrugged.<br />
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" The shame!" I joked to Natalie.<br />
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The waitress arrived with our food. And, more importantly my tea. I sat drinking my tea, peacefully.<br />
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" So, when are you two getting married?" Asked Natalie<br />
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I spat out my tea, choking on the air " W-what!? It's a bit early for that isn't it?" I managed to breath<br />
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Alex sat silent.<br />
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" Not at all" Natalie seemed unaffected by my reaction " I started planning almost straight away, and well, you're not going to be young and thin forever"<br />
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Alex finally spoke, it was a relief to hear him " I have something that I have to tell you, tell you both" He seemed sad.<br />
<br />
Natalie and I looked at him<br />
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" I have been called up, for my" He jerked slightly, as if emotions were stopping him from speaking " For my duty in the armed forces"<br />
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I lost all bearings, my cup fell out of my hand and smashed on the floor.<br />
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Natalie grabbed my hand " Why didn't you mention this before?"<br />
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" I-I didn't want to ruin the day, it's the little ones birthday after all" He looked to the six little ones<br />
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I felt light headed " When?"<br />
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Natalie was shocked that I spoke.<br />
<br />
" The day after Valentines day"<br />
<br />
" How romantic" Spat Natalie<br />
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The colour returned to my face " The we'll be married on Valentines day"<br />
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Natalie nodded weakly " Mum?" Alex asked<br />
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" That's fine, good even, at least" She swallowed " At least you have a date set"<br />
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I straightened up, I didn't want this news to ruin the day. I smiled at them " Let's go back to the hotel"<br />
Nat and Alex looked shocked to see me composed after what had just happened. But we set off despite of this.<br />
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We admired the scenery of Paris as we made our way back to the hotel. Morgana, my little genius Morgana pointed out the Eiffel tower, Natalie whispered to me as we walked, I was slightly distracted, but I could hear her anyway.<br />
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" Would you do me a favour... Again?"<br />
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" Sure" I carried on walking<br />
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" Will you.." She paused " Have more of my kids again?"<br />
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My mind drifted " Sure"<br />
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The sun began to set, creating great, long shadows, it was so romantic.<br />
Alex and I watched it set fully; standing on the balcony, together.<br />
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" The kids are all in bed!" Shouted Natalie, a little too loudly<br />
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" Okay" Whispered Alex as he looked into my eyes " I love you, you know that?" He said<br />
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" Y-"<br />
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" Of course!" Said Natalie " I'm your mother after all"<br />
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He rolled his eyes " Electra?"<br />
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" Yes" I kissed him passionately.<br />
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Natalie spoke softly " So, when are you gonna have my kids?"<br />
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" Wait, what?" I said, confused<br />
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" You said that you'd have more of my kids, earlier, remember?"<br />
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Alex looked at me and raised a brow, I spoke defensively " No, but okay"<br />
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We arrived back home at the brake of dawn. The air was cool and refreshing<br />
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" Mama" screamed Merlin " It'sh ma birfday"<br />
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" It is isn't it little man!" I picked him up and twirled him around. Then, I got to ageing up.<br />
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Merlin grew into a bouncing child, always the first to help out around the house<br />
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Morgana is quiet, but intelligent. She has developed her own little style.<br />
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Gwaine is very.. Loud and rowdy he hates silence, which is probably why he clashes with his sister Morgana so much.<br />
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Mordred, he is the type to go outside, then come back 3 hours later lathered with mud, trailing it into the carpet.<br />
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Guinevere is always looking for an adventure. Constantly getting her dress muddy; I swear, I've never done so much laundry in my life.<br />
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Arthur, adorable. His little curls are a nightmare yo control, but I think that I can forgive that.<br />
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Shortly after their birthday's the triplets were born. Natalie was there to witness it, she shed a tear or two. But; not as many as Alex did.<br />
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She decided to call them:<br />
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Ashlee<br />
Eden<br />
Melody<br />
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All as cute as the other >.<<br />
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THANKYOU ALL FOR READING THIS POST! I REALLY WANT YOUR FEEDBACK, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE THIS TIME TO COMMENT.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-82009630037235378292012-12-31T13:08:00.002-08:002012-12-31T13:08:35.435-08:00Babies 18,19,20,21,22,23 the witch returns?I sat on the sofa. Tapping at the rests, I wasn't quite sure <i>what </i>tune it was. But I liked it, it meant something to me- in a strange, unidentifiable way.<br />
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Alex walked in, a steaming mug in his hand " Still remember that day?" He handed me the cup of tea and I held it close to my chest.<br />
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" What do you mean?" I asked<br />
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" That tune" He began " Don't you remember?" He stood up and looked at me. Making his way to the stereo, he mumbled to himself. " Right" He turned the notch until he came to a static station " Hang on" He grinned bashfully at me " Got it!" The static stopped and was replaced by a tune. My belly fluttered as the song brought back memories.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>It's a little bit funny this feeling inside<br />
I'm not one of those who can easily hide<br />
I don't have much money but boy if I did<br />
I'd buy a big house where we both could live<br /><br />
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no</i>
<i><br />
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show<br />
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do<br />
My gift is my song and this one's for you<br /><br />
And you can tell everybody this is your song</i>
<i><br />
It may be quite simple but now that it's done<br />
I hope you don't mind<br />
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words<br />
How wonderful life is while you're in the world<br /><br />
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss</i>
<i><br />
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross<br />
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song<br />
It's for people like you that keep it turned on<br /><br />
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do</i>
<i><br />
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue<br />
Anyway the thing is what I really mean<br />
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen<br /><br />
And you can tell everybody this is your song</i>
<i><br />
It may be quite simple but now that it's done<br />
I hope you don't mind<br />
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words<br />
How wonderful life is while you're in the world</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">He took my hand " Our song"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">He dragged me up, grabbing my waist and then my hand. Pulling me into his warm embrace I allowed my love to wash over me. We stepped side to side, in a lost attempted to dance. He spun me around and I fell clumsily into his arms. He laughed at me then lifted me onto his toes. I leaned my head on his chest as we moved as one. I looked up at him, staring into his eyes he bent down to kiss me and I closed my eyes</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Ding dong</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I sighed as the moment passed. I walked to the door, this had better be important.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" M-m-mum?" my heart sank, and my back automatically straightened. I closed the door slowly. Watching my mothers face sink with every inch it moved.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Who is it?" Asked Alex as I entered the room " Are you OK Lecci? You look pale" He peered out of the window " There appears to be an old woman standing outside. What did she want?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" That's something I have been asking all of my life" I felt sick</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">He looked at me " Can we invite her in? Electra" He too my hands, peering into my eyes " Who is she?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" My mother"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ***************</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I sat silently on the sofa. Looking down at my feet. My mother sat straight in the armchair, as if she had a ruler up her ass.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" So..." Alex put down a cup of coffee next to my mother " How have you been?" He sat down next to me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">My mother looked at me " Please don't try make conversation with me boy. You bore me"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" O-" He curled in on himself " Okay.." I felt for him, he was just trying to be nice, as always</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Elizabeth Darling, how have you been?" She asked taking a gentle sip of coffee</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" My name is NOT Elizabeth! It's Electra I-" I cleared my throat " Very good. My challenge is going well. I am engaged-"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Sorry love" She leaned forward " Engaged? To whom may I ask?" Her voice was controlling</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Alex Windfield" I said. Alex put his hand on my lap and I placed my hand on top. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Who is Alex?" She asked, resting back into the chair</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Don't you read my blog?" I asked</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Oh God no dear" She let out a forced laugh " It was our Petunia that told me about your challenge"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Well this is Alex" I looked at him and he kissed me</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Stop that" She grumbled " Why do you want to marry the boy?" Her voice was twinged with spite " What does he work as? Good money I hope"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" He doesn't have a job yet. But he is joining the armed forces soon"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Indeed" She looked at him with judgmental eyes " Have you made a good life for yourself then?" She asked me</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" I have actually. You say Petunia told you about my challenge. So it is even big in England?" I looked hopeful</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Apparently so. I must admit at first when she mentioned it she was joking. With you being-"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" With me being what?" I asked</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" It doesn't matter"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hated that woman. I clenched my fists, trying not to embed my hand in her skull. Alex looked sympathetically at me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I stood up. Alex looked at me and shook his head. I took a deep breath " I want you to leave."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mother looked shocked " What? Why?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" You insulted my Fiance" I shouted " You insult my job, my life and what ever 'me being' is!" I calmed myself down " Go!"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">"B-"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" GO!" She scurried up and wobbled to the door.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I sat back down next to Alex " Are you OK sweet heart?" He pulled me into a hug</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" No" I sat and wept into his chest, he gently stroked my hair as I cried into his shirt</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Electra?" He lifted my chin with his finger " Do you want some cheering up?" He winked</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I let all of the tears leave me, leaving only a grin.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I tied my dressing-gown and walked downstairs. I went to check the mail, I picked up a brown envelope which read: '<i>Elizabeth Danton' </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I opened it, this could only be from one person. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Elizabeth, I suspect you know whom this letter is from. To start with I would just like to apologize for my misdeeds earlier. I came into your home and insulted you, for this I am truly sorry. Please allow me to make it up to you; diner perhaps.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Sincerely Mother.</i></span></span><br />
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I wasn't sure what to feel, she had never once apologized to me before. I stood, glued to the ground with thought<br />
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" What are you going to do?" Alex's voice made me jump<br />
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" I-I don't know"<br />
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" Maybe you should go, hear what she has to say"<br />
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" I guess-"<br />
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He hugged me from behind " I'll come with you" He kissed me on the neck repeatedly as I giggled.<br />
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We got ready to leave. Alex hadn't worn a suit since Natalie's wedding and he looked great. I was wearing a pretty little dress, nothing too fancy, nor too modest.<br />
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" You look stunning" Alex grabbed my arm, we walked to the taxi.<br />
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The restaurant mum had booked was fancy, but then- what did I expect from her. The waiter took my shawl. I spotted my mother; taking in a deep breath I walked, arm-in-arm with Alex.<br />
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" Sit" She took a sip of her wine<br />
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We did so obediently.<br />
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" Now, I bet you're wondering why I have summoned you here" She said<br />
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We nodded.<br />
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" Your brother Elizabeth-"<br />
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" Is he okay?" I asked leaning forward<br />
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" He has, run into some financial difficulty" She took another sip<br />
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I was angry " You came all of this way-" Alex grabbed my arm and pulled me down "- To take my money? After everything that I went through!"<br />
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" With you being suddenly successful and all"<br />
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" He's a doctor! He makes good money!" I screamed<br />
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" Calm down Elizabeth, you're making a scene. Your brother gave some money to a relative. Now he is... Broke"<br />
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" BROKE!? So now that your favorite child is broke, you come to me!? Is that it!?"<br />
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" Yes- I mean" She shut her eyes in frustration " No"<br />
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" I'll bale him out, because he's my brother. My twin brother, and I owe him that much! You however-" I picked up a knife " Get out of my life!" Realizing what I was doing I put down the knife gently.<br />
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" W-w-wait!" She called out to me " You- Boy!" Alex froze, I could see he was angry, I had never seen him angry before, I was looking forward to seeing what was next.<br />
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" Don't call me Boy!" He picked up a bowl of soup from a table " My name is Alexander Windfeild and I will marry your daughter, love her like you never did!" He poured the bowl of soup over her head. My mothers face was contorted with disgust and embarrassment.<br />
Alex and I walked out, arms interlocked. We strolled out purposefully. As we left the doors we doubled over in laughter, I love Alex so much.<br />
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I sat on the floor with Alex. He sat with his arms crossed, sulking like a baby " You cheated"<br />
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" No I didn't- I won" I sat smugly<br />
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" But Nickerfizwits is not a word"<br />
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" Is too" I smiled " but you are too stupid to know it"<br />
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" Don't go there" He grinned mischievously " Elizabeth"<br />
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I leaped onto him and shouted in his face " My name is NOT Elizabeth"<br />
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He laughed " Okay Okay"<br />
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" AAAAAh" I screamed <br />
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" Electra? Are you okay?"<br />
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" No!" I yelled " The baby is coooming!"<br />
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" Oh no, Oh no!" He panicked <br />
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Apparently Alexander is ridiculously fertile. I had Sextuplets, all as adorable as the next. I named them:<br />
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Merlin<br />
Arthur<br />
Gawain <br />
Mordrid<br />
Guenevere<br />
Morgana<br />
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I sat with Mordrid and Gawain, Merlin in the crib. Alex tried to handle the other three with little success. My first sextuplets. With my first true love. My life, was only going to get better from here on in.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-67591792412483681842012-12-10T08:54:00.000-08:002012-12-10T08:54:33.701-08:00The proposalThe wedding was about to start and tension was in the air. All of the
bridesmaids rushed around, all fussing with their hair and make-up. I
hadn’t taken much time on my hair, or make-up; I was beginning to think
that maybe I should have. I felt inadequate. Natalie was sat by herself,
whilst all of the bridesmaids rushed around her. I approached her
slowly then sat.<br />
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“Cheer up, it’s your wedding”<br />
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She looked at me
and gave me a weak smile “You’re right. This is my big day, I should be
happy” She stopped then looked away “So why do I feel so empty?”<br />
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I
didn’t know what to say “Maybe you should eat.” I said. I felt
embarrassed at my stupidity. I wasn’t helping at all. She looked at me
and gave a true smile<br />
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“Electra?” Natalie uttered<br />
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“Yes?” I asked. I hoped that she wasn’t going to yell at me<br />
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“Do you love Alex II?” Her stare held<br />
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“Yes” I said simply. And how else would I.<br />
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“And how do you feel when you’re around him?” She asked<br />
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“Erm…”
I had to think “When he’s around me, I feel completed. And when he
looks at me, I feel like I can’t stand any longer” She tilted her head
in fascination “And when he looks into my eyes…” I closed my eyes and
let the emotions caress my body “I forget about the past, the future,
and just stare back. Captivated in love” I blushed “I bet that sounds
really cheesy”<br />
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She wiped away a tear “No, it’s not cheesy. It’s beautiful. That’s just how I used to feel”<br />
I
looked at her. I didn’t know what to say. I saw somebody else inside my
best friends body. This wasn’t Natalie. She stood up and breathed out.<br />
“Almost
show time” She said, slightly more joy in her voice. She looked to me
“This could be you getting married to Alex II one day” She smiled at me<br />
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I wasn’t sure what to say. I liked that idea “Maybe, for now, I don’t know” <br />
The
music started and I followed her out. All eyes were on Natalie. She
looked like a princess. As my best friend and her fiancé took their
vows, I had time to think. Natalie seemed unsure about everything she
said. But Alex’s love seemed to drift through the room.<br />
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I looked to my
Alex and grinned, he was blubbing like a baby, my little baby.<br />
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At the end of the service I walked to Natalie. She looked at me and grinned "Hey Chic!" beamed Natalie. Her smile almost swallowed her head. "Almost time to throw the bouquet!" She seemed excited, what the hell, it was her wedding day.<br />
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I merged in to the crowd of women, waiting for their chance at the bouquet. Then- she threw it:<br />
Becks and I caught it simultaneously. Becks, unexpectedly let go.<br />
As I grasped the flowers a small envelope fell out. On it '<i>Electra Danton</i>'. I felt my heart jump. As I sliced the envelope with my nail a small bud of cotton emerged. As I pulled it out further I glimpsed what it held. I felt flushed and my legs went numb.<br />
I pulled the ring from its soft bed, it was a silver, it had a diamond central to it, with sapphires and rubies lining the band. <br />
In all of the excitement I hadn't noticed Alex down on one knee in front of me.<br />
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"Electra" His voice pulled me away from my trance, I looked into his eyes "I know this is soon, it has only been 4 months since we first met, but in that time I have realized- you are the only one for me" He kissed my hand and slid the ring onto my finger "And that is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you... Electra- <i>Will you marry me?</i>"<br />
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I put my hand over my mouth and screamed in my head " YES!" I jumped into his arms and we kissed, I held him like it was the last time we would ever touch and it seemed my love burned stronger than ever before.<br />
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Alex I ripped off Natalie's garter with his teeth. Alex II and I wolf whistled as he tugged it over the final section of her led.<br />
Logan caught it, he approached me, but I pointed to Becks and winked. He grinned and walked toward her; he dragged it up using his teeth. We loved the way Becks acted like she didn't enjoy it as much as she did.<br />
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The wedding party was a blast. The venue was perfect, and the cake was.... Just.... Heavenly. We all settled down for Natalie and Alex's first dance. I couldn't help but notice my boy- I mean Fiance shed a tear. The crowd of people clapped as the song came to an end. The DJ began to play some songs that I sat and wiggled to. Then a recognizable tune... 'Your song- by Elton John'<br />
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"Dance?" Smiled Alex II his hand out lifted.<br />
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I grinned back and grabbed his hand. We pulled into one and other and swayed. I let his warmth gently caress my skin. I moved into him and kissed him softly on the lips, we danced on. He beamed and began to sing along<br />
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<i>And you can tell everybody,</i><br />
<i>This is your song,</i><br />
<i>It may be quite simple but,</i><br />
<i>Now that it's done,</i><br />
<i>I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words,</i><br />
<i>How wonderful life is now you're in the world</i><br />
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He kissed me as the song came to an end. I cherished his feeling then tugged him back to where we sat.<br />
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Natalie, the girls and I danced together. It was the time of my life, I had so much fun. Just to know that I would one day be known as Electra Windfield.<br />
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<u><i><b>Alex II POV</b></i></u><br />
My Palms were sweaty.<u><i><b> </b></i></u>A mixture of nerves and joy washing over me. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. What if she said no? In front of all of those people... Was I making the right decision? My father put his hand on my shoulder<br />
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"Don't worry son," He ushered "Everything is going to go to plan. I mean, how can she say no? You did inherit my devilish good looks after all" He let out a laugh.<br />
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I nodded<br />
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"Everything will turn out just fine" He patted he on the shoulder before making his way to his place at the service.<br />
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When the service had finished I went to find mum. She handed me the bouquet, and I slipped my envelope in between a rose and a bluebell. <br />
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"What sort of ring did you get?" She pressed excitedly<br />
<br />
" Erm- Rubies and-"<br />
<br />
"Sapphires?"<br />
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"Yes." I said quite simply.<br />
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"Right" She took a deep breath. She walked to the crowd of women, my Electra included. I almost got lost in love as her face lit up with the envelope.<br />
It was my Que to go. I knelt on the ground in front of her and poured out my heart. There was a slight pause and a silence, the crowd that had formed held their breaths in anticipation.<br />
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"YES!"<br />
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I breathed out, but was then almost winded by her running into my chest, I picked her up and kissed her sumptuously.<br />
Brittany came to hug me, along with the triplets, they grabbed my legs and hugged me. Brittany told me that she was proud of me,this brought a tear to my eye. I kissed my siblings farewell as I went to dance with my future wife<br />
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Never in a million years did I think that I would be in this position right now. Mother always told me that I would find love, but I didn't think, nor she either; it would be her best friend.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Random baby Alex II spam :3</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thankyou to Hannah! For providing the pictures and the main idea for this post! And of course, her son, as my future husband <3 I love you Hannah.</span></span><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></i><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-78890100180225681822012-12-09T07:25:00.002-08:002012-12-15T03:49:42.092-08:00Deck the halls with sex and egg nog!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was warm in Alex's arms; I felt truly at home there.<br />
As I looked up into his eyes he looked down at me. Our stare held, neither of us wanting to look away, we were captivated in desire. He bent down to kiss me, and I allowed his lips merge into mine. Thoughts and feelings rushed around in my head, my body full of love and lust.<br />
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Alex pulled away from our kiss " Damn it!" He grumbled<br />
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" What?" I snuggled into his chest<br />
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" Do you not remember why we came here?" He asked<br />
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" To make love?" I answered with hope<br />
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" For the meteor shower!" His voice reflected a mixture of frustration and amusement.<br />
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" Oh, and?" I pressed<br />
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" Well, my dear Electra. Whilst we were playing tonsil tennis we missed it!"<br />
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" Oh" I tried to sound disappointed " Well, maybe next time... Besides, don't act as if you didn't enjoy it" I laughed<br />
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" You're right" He kissed me repetitive times on my cheek and neck. Then he made his way up to my lips.<br />
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We were about to meet when " Garrrrgllleeouuuuuuucccccchhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyy"<br />
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" What?" He pulled away in confusion<br />
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I gasped " Grrrrr" I tried to speak " The- B-Baby!" I screamed<br />
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" Oh god!" He panicked, his hands on his head " Why? Why on our date? You give birth to MY MOMS BABIES!?" His last words echoed in my mind, bouncing with pain and panic.<br />
He picked me up. I curled into myself as he carried me to the car.<br />
As we drove I couldn't help but look at him, he was so nice, so friendly... And good looking.<br />
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" What?" He asked with a smile " Why are you looking at me?"<br />
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" Because I love you so much" I managed a painful smile " Do you love me?" I fluttered my eyelashes<br />
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He looked away from the road " Of course I do!" He blew me a kiss " Are you always this annoying when you're giving birth?" He laughed<br />
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I scowled sarcastically " Yes, and you're going to have to deal with it" I felt really smug.<br />
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Although the labour was hard Alex stayed with me through it all. I appreciated his manly tears when the babies were born.<br />
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I called them:<br />
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Chloe<br />
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Leigha<br />
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Emma<br />
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I aged them up into toddlers straight away. It was only a matter of time until people began to arrive for the Christmas gathering.<br />
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I kissed Alex goodbye when we arrived back at the house, he said that he'd join his mother and come back later.<br />
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Just before the guests arrived I slipped on some festive clothes. I put the triplets into the cutest clothes possible, and put the turkey into the oven.<br />
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<i>Ding Dong Ding</i><br />
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The doorbell rang. I straightened my dress out and opened the door. It was Natalie and Alex II. I scowled at Natalie<br />
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" You are wearing the same dress as me!"<br />
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she scowled back " Dress thief!"<br />
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She walked into the house. I leaped into Alex's arms and we smooched.<br />
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" Get a room!" We heard Natalie shout<br />
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" We did!" I shouted back " You're in it!" Alex and I both giggled.<br />
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As we sat down the doorbell rang again. This time it was Skye.<br />
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" You have to be kidding me!" I shouted as she walked in " YOU have my dress too!?"<br />
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She ignored me and walked into the living room.<br />
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" I want food" Stated Skye. Natalie laughed at her. Unsure whether or not she was serious I went into the kitchen to check on the food. Natalie had given each other presents the day before so only Skye was left to buy for.<br />
Natalie got her a fluffy Dalek toy. She loved that.<br />
And I got her a phantom of the opera chess set. She smiled. It was scary.<br />
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We sat on the carpet and played. Skye was the phantoms team, black. The rest of us worked together as white: Christine's team. She claimed that she could beat all three of us. Pfft. I bet her a skinny dip that she couldn't.<br />
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" And You're out!" Screamed Skye. Alex frowned.<br />
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" That's not fair!" He whined " My pawn was over there!"<br />
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I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back into the so called 'losers corner'. Only Natalie could save us now.<br />
Alex and I watched intensely as Natalie moved her 'ballet' piece. Skye moved her noose. The tension was unbearable. A bead of sweat rolled down Natalie's face; Alex and I trembled in each others arms.<br />
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" Check. Mate."<br />
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A simultaneous groan filled the room. Skye had won.<br />
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" Haha!" Skye doubled over in laughter. " Go on. Outside you go!" She had her smug face on. I wanted nothing more than to strangle her right now.<br />
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Natalie, Alex II and I stood by the pool. A towel the only thing protecting us from the icy cold. I scowled at Skye who was grinning.<br />
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" Spit. Spot" Skye said smugly.<br />
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Natalie looked at me " You were the first to lose. You go first"<br />
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I growled at her " Maybe you should go first, because had you won, we wouldn't be here right now"<br />
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" Why don't you all jump in at the same time?" Skye snapped seriously.<br />
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Alex nodded at his mother. Then at me. We charged at Skye and dragged her into the pool with us.<br />
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We screamed and splashed at each other. " I freaking hate you" Said a soggy Skye, her arms crossed.<br />
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" THE TURKEY!" Screeched Alex. Natalie and I looked at him and scrambled to the ladders.<br />
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The kitchen was a mass of black smoke as I opened the oven. The turkey was no longer. We shared a moment of silence for the turkey.<br />
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" Pizza?" I said.<br />
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We tucked into the pizza. Skye left just after the turkey disaster, well, all the more for us then. Alex and I snuggled on the floor in front of the TV. Natalie sat on the sofa, the pizza box by her side. We watched Doctor who, and much to my despair; it was Alex's first time.<br />
By the end of Doctor who our feels were in overload.<br />
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The clock striking ten made us all jump.<br />
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" It's time we be leaving" Sighed Natalie<br />
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I looked out of the window. A thin layer of snow had formed on the ground, it was thickening.<br />
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" On second thoughts..." Said Natalie and Alex II<br />
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Then the doorbell rang. Natalie answered it, it was Alex the first. Natalie quickly dragged him inside, almost throwing him off balance.<br />
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" What?" He asked bewildered<br />
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" Its snowing" Whispered Natalie cautiously<br />
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" And?" Asked Alex I<br />
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She looked at him. I thought she might scream at him " It wants to kill us. Trust me. The TV said so"<br />
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" Okay" Said Alex I. After all of this time with Natalie he must have grown accustomed to her... Special-ness.<br />
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" So we're staying at Electra's" Said Natalie<br />
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Alex I looked to his son. " Alexander, how do you feel about this?"<br />
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Alex II looked a little confused " What? Staying at Lecci's?" He looked at me and grinned " I think that I'll manage"<br />
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I smiled back at him and we pulled into an embrace.<br />
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Alex II peered at us " Are you two ehem?" He paused, " You know.. Ehem?" He looked at us and became louder " EHEM!?"<br />
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I finally spoke " Yes, probably"<br />
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" That's all I needed to know. Jeez" He sat next to Natalie and I sat next to Alex II. A few egg-nogs later the atmosphere was flowing.<br />
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Natalie and I were singing 'deck the halls' whilst Alex and Alex sat looking on in despair. The mood was warm and joyous, and Natalie enjoyed the time she could spend with the triplets.<br />
We all slept in the living room, the fire keeping us warm and snug through the night. Alex II and I got to know eachother in the sleeping bag.<br />
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It was the best Christmas ever.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-26111965983629539802012-12-05T09:15:00.000-08:002012-12-05T09:15:02.069-08:00Baby 15 16 and 17 Natalie and I" Greetings Orionar" I whispered to the new baby in my arms, I gazed into his eyes and promised to love him forever.<br />
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" You're not <i>actually </i>going to call him Orionar are you?" Frowned Ghastly. The moment was lost.<br />
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" Problem?" I asked<br />
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" Many." He replied dully<br />
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I took little Orionar upstairs to bed. Along with Becks and Simba, they began dreaming just moments after they shut their eyes. As I walked downstairs Ghastly met me.<br />
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He opened his mouth to speak " Can I invite Sam around later?"<br />
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I looked at my watch, " Erm, yes" I replied<br />
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He smiled and ran into the kitchen, phone in hand. He must really like this friend of his- so eager to see him.<br />
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I was sitting and cuddling Hannah when the doorbell rang. I sighed as I got up.<br />
" Yes?" I asked the girl stood behind the door.<br />
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She shifted from foot to foot " I'm here to see Ghastly" She said softly<br />
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" Sorry, we're expecting somebody, you're going to have to come around some other time"<br />
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" Well that's me!" She smiled " I'm Sam... He said it was alright for me to come"<br />
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That sneaky so and so, he knew I'd never allow a girl around. I let her in despite this, she seemed alright enough. As long as they were just friends that's O-<br />
I turned to see Sam and Ghastly playing Tonsil tennis, I could do nothing but stare in horror.<br />
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I covered my eyes immaturely and walked into the room. Hannah looked at me<br />
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" Who is that girl?" She asked<br />
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" The death of me" I sunk into the sofa<br />
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" There there" Hannah patted my shoulder gently.<br />
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I sat talking to Hannah about my feelings 'you'll understand when you're older' she would say 'love is odd' she would repeat 'maybe you'll find love' pfft, as if: I'm a lone wolf. <br />
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Sam and Ghastly sat in the chair opposite acting all fuddy-duddy and romantic. Ick. I hated to see Ghastly grow up, but at the same time it made me happy, my baby boy had found somebody. This Sam girl was nice, and it's probably just my instinct to not want my boy to fall in love at a young age. Maybe it's a dignity thing, maybe it's because I don't have a lover. I looked at the clock<br />
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" Guest time is over" I said as I stood<br />
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Sam and Ghastly shared a look and she stood. She grabbed my hand " Thanks for having me" She smiled. Damn, why is she so nice? How can I hate such a nice person? Ghastly and Sam shared one last kiss before I kicked her out of the door.<br />
Ghastly seemed love struck the rest of the night, he sat quietly. Staying to himself, he then put himself to bed. Wow, this love business wasn't so bad... Maybe even good.<br />
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<i>Ring ring ring ring</i><br />
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My phone woke me up. I tiredly flailed my hand around the bedside table, trying to find it. Ah, I have you now beast!<br />
<br />
" Yellow?"<br />
" Hi, Lecci! It's Natalie"<br />
I sat up in my bed " It wasn't me."<br />
" What? No, I was wondering if you would do me a favour..."<br />
What? What would she do with me? " And that is?"<br />
" Have my babies"<br />
I paused, stunned " B-b-b-but you're a girl, I'm a girl, how does that work?"<br />
She giggled " Have you never heard or Doctor Sween? Well he's an expert in that stuff. With simple egg-transfer we can have perfect genetic children"<br />
"hmmmm, okay, but I want something in return"<br />
" Fine!" She hung up<br />
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" Natalie's here!" Screamed Hannah excitedly<br />
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I walked to the door and opened it up. Hannah jumped onto Natalie and squeezed her tight. Natalie smiled and hugged her back.<br />
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" Come on in" I gestured she enter. She did so. " Where's my reward?" I joked and crossed my arms.<br />
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She stepped to one side revealing a man. The man stood, holding one arm jittering slightly. He was well-built, his nose was soft and his lips- I would kiss them all day if I could. His eyes glittered and made my legs turn to jelly beneath me. " This is Alex, my boy"<br />
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My palms began to sweat and my mouth went dry. I-I didn't know what was happening to me. I felt butterflies in my stomach.<br />
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" El? El?" Natalie tried to get me to talk.<br />
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I tried to talk " mllllmmmm" Came the slurred response.<br />
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Natalie shook her head as Hannah dragged her away to play. Alex and I were left to 'talk'. He smiled at me and I felt my senses go insane. Oh no... I think I got... LOVE<br />
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Neither of us said anything, I would look at him, okay I lied, stare at him. Natalie walked in a little later, not sure how long.<br />
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" What an atmosphere" She said sarcastically.<br />
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" Yes" I uttered, I surprised myself with speech<br />
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" We have to go to the hospital!" She grabbed my arm<br />
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We were at the door when Alex spoke " B-bye mum!" I ran out of the door before I collapsed. We got into the car<br />
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" What do you think of him?" Natalie broke the silence<br />
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" A- " I couldn't say his name " He's erm... Nice"<br />
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She nudged me playfully " You like him"<br />
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I blushed<br />
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" OMG! You do! Knew it. I'm a genius!"<br />
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" What? I don't know what you're talking about"<br />
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" Yes you do. I can see it in your eyes!"<br />
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We finally arrived at the hospital, I couldn't take any more questions. The treatment was fast, and I barely noticed that it had finished. On the way home I had time to think. If Ghastly wanted to be with Sam it's okay. I should just allow him to make his own decisions.<br />
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When I got home Ghastly was waiting for me, with Sam.<br />
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" Mom" He began, he looked serious. Oh no<br />
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" Yes?" I asked, trying to sound as little patronising as possible.<br />
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He looked to Sam then spoke " Sam and I want to get married."<br />
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I choked on air. Spluttering all over the place.<br />
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" Mom?"<br />
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I growled " What do you need me for?"<br />
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He sat forward " I need you to age me up, I need this now, I want this" He looked to Sam and grabbed her hand " I can't wait to be with her"<br />
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My eyes welled up. " I'll think about it" I ran upstairs tears rolling down my face. I lay in bed. I didn't want my baby gone so soon, it's too early, how could he presume he's in love at an age like this? It's not right... Or is it<br />
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I turned sat on Ghastly's bed and shook him gently. " Ghastly?" I asked softly<br />
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" What?" He said sleepily<br />
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" I've made my decision..." I pulled out a bottle of champagne " Congratulations on your engagement!"<br />
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He looked elated " I love you mom" He said.<br />
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" I love me too" I whispered " Now, I'll see you in the morning" I<br />
kissed him on the head and went back to bed. It felt good to sleep.<br />
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The morning came and I was even a little exited. Ghastly was already downstairs, and as I turned the corner I saw Sam too. Hannah was in the kitchen with Becks and Simba. Simba shouted at the top of his voice for food.<br />
I put the hob on and made pancakes. I spoon-fed Simba whilst Becks painted the seat with food. I couldn't help but notice Sam and Ghastly sharing looks. I knew what they wanted.<br />
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I aged Ghastly up, along with Sam. They blossomed into young adults, their love still as strong as ever. They got married almost straight after. I hope that they live happily ever after.<br />
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As I waved Ghastly off Hannah stood by me " I want to age up too!" She fluttered her eyelashes<br />
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" D'aaaw How can I resist that face?" I picked her up that last time and aged her up too. As a teen she looks delightful. she has pretty features and is the top of her class, she never fails to amaze me.<br />
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Becks makes an adorable child. She loves to cause trouble and prank her brother. She is adorable just as she was a toddler, her personality is one in a million.<br />
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Simba always falls victim to Becks's pranks and it's almost cute how gullible he is. He's smart though, which is good. He has loads of friends in school and loves nothing more than playing Football with his friends.<br />
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Orionar, don't get me started on him. He has that way of making me break down into mega mother mode. He seems to never know what to do, he lacks in common sense and admittedly will be the death of me. I love kids like that.<br />
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Just moments after I aged them all up the phone rang: unrecognised number<br />
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" Hello?" I spoke<br />
" Erm, hi" Came a quiet voice<br />
" Can I help you?" I asked<br />
" S-s-sorry" Came the voice, it was male and familiar.<br />
" Who is this?" I asked<br />
" It's Alex" He paused. My heart skipped a beat " The second"<br />
" Ha-He-Hello" I swallowed, I felt like a school kid<br />
" I was wondering what you was doing this weekend" I heard a shake in his voice<br />
I couldn't speak. I felt a stone in my throat.<br />
" Hello?" He asked " Sorry, this was a bad idea, I should have known"<br />
SPEAK WOMAN! I had to utter a word " No!, I'm not busy. I mean" I sighed, just speak " I'd love to"<br />
I heard him sigh in relief " See you Saturday. I look forward to it" He hung up.<br />
I didn't put the phone down straight away, I held it to my ear. I was frozen in shock.<br />
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Love is so odd. That's when it actually hit me. I was in love. With my bestfriends son. I felt so good inside, I smiled and skipped around the house. Love, I thought. Love is amazing.<br />
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" SURPRISE!" Came the wave of voices as I left the hospital. I was happy to see my family waiting for me, their faces lit up and joyful.<br />
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" Hey guys!" I beamed as I ran into a group hug " Why did you come here?"<br />
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" Well, it's your first hospital birth and well- I don't want to miss the cute little faces of my new sis' and bro'" Smiled Pepper. She had already picked up my little boy Simba. Natasha was just grabbing Becks when Ghastly giggled.<br />
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" No wonder you were so fat!"<br />
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" Pregnant."<br />
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" You had twins!"<br />
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" Fully aware boy. I was the one who birthed them afterall"<br />
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I called a taxi and we all clambered in. I watched as Ghastly gawked at all of the magnificent lakes and forests, he loves nature. Natasha tugged at my arm. I turned to her<br />
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" Yes?"<br />
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" You know.." She began " If I could drive, you wouldn't need to get a taxi from the hospital"<br />
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" Taxi's are fi-" The taxi swung around a corner, hitting a curb and sent me flying sideways. My head collided with Peppers. We shared a moment of pain before Natasha's<br />
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" You were saying?"<br />
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" I hate children. But okay-"<br />
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" YAY" She bounced " When do I start?"<br />
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" Tomorrow"<br />
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The taxi pulled up outside of the house and we all clambered out. Pepper was still holding her head, mumbling something. Both Natasha and I grabbed a baby and we followed the children in.<br />
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" I'm home!"<br />
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As if on Que the babysitter wondered in from the kitchen, Hannah in hand<br />
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" There's my beautiful daughter!" I went to grab her from the babysitter. She giggled " You are so cute! This is why you are my favorite child" I laughed.<br />
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I looked at the clock; almost 9:00pm. Time for bed little ones. I put Becks and Simba in their cribs, at the side of Hannah, who would probably be keeping them up all night stating the obvious. Ghastly hopped into bed and shuffled down into his covers, I read him a story about an adventurer called Steve and he drifted off calmly.<br />
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I sat down on the sofa in the room, Mofussa at my side. Pepper came in; her pajamas on. She moved Mofussa and sat where he did.<br />
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" I prefered the dog" I looked at her<br />
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She raised her brow " You are a bad mother you know that?"<br />
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I smiled " I try my best to be"<br />
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After Pepper and Natasha had gone to bed I sat downstairs for a while. I wondered where my challenge was going to go, would I ever finish? All of my friends had gotten so far, but where was I? I was stroking the puppy as all of these questions and doubts drifted through my mind. I felt all James Bond-y and such.<br />
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My eyes slowly opened. As my vision re-focused I began to see Pepper, Natasha and Ghastly all standing above me. They were grinning at something.<br />
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I groaned sleepily " If it's all the same to you. I'll have that cuppa now"<br />
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They continued smiling. My head was warm, really warm. They began to laugh, this was getting annoying. Then it hit me, I scowled.<br />
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" Dog! Down!" I shouted. Mofussa climbed from my face. I was still in the living room, I must have dozed off last night.<br />
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Natasha stepped forward as Pepper went to make me tea " Mother..." She began, I knew what was coming " You said that you'd teach me how to drive today"<br />
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" I did, and I will, right after my caffeine boost!" Pepper handed me the piping hot cup, I slurped it- treasuring every moment. I slipped my clothes on. I allowed Pepper to do my hair, she's taking a beauty course in school, she wants to be a beautician.<br />
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Natasha opened the garage. Come to think of it, I had never been in the garage. Within was a Mini cooper.<br />
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" I didn't know we had a mini" I said as I circled it.<br />
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" You didn't? Skye got it when she chose the house" I was beginning to love Skye even more.<br />
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"Right" I said " Pull the stick at the side of you" She did so " That is the hand break" We began to roll forward " Now- put your foot down" We nudged forward. Her face shared the look of Excitement and terror. We pulled onto the road.<br />
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" Slow down!" I screamed<br />
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" Okay" She slammed her foot down and I whipped forward<br />
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We began to speed on again. She hadn't got a hold of the steering.<br />
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" Look out!" She swerved out of the way of a speeding lorry. She had to avoid a tree that was 3 meters from the road.<br />
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" Oh. My. God! You just killed a Llama"<br />
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" It's okay! It's card board"<br />
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That's when- Completely un-provoked a man ran into our car. We stopped and looked at eachother in horror. We jumped out of the car<br />
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I knelt by him " Do me a favor and please don't be dead."<br />
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" Wow" Said Natasha " Does he need CPR? Because I totally know CPR"<br />
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He groaned " He's alive!" I sighed in relief. We dragged him to the car and lifted him in. I rested his head on my lap. Natasha drove to the hospital. She parked the car, well she tried. Luckily only 4 cars and a duck were damaged.<br />
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When the man regained consciousness I was the first one he saw. " What happened? Please say nobody kissed me"<br />
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" No" I replied " Although my daughter tried" I looked to Natasha who had gone red, she retreated out of the room.<br />
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" Do I know you?" He asked<br />
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" Erm.... no" Damnit, he knew I did it<br />
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" Because your face is familiar"<br />
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" Okay! I admit it! I ran you over!"<br />
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" That's not what I meant. Do you know my mom?"<br />
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" And who is that?"<br />
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" Angelina Pleasant"<br />
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" You mean 100 baby challenge mom?"<br />
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" That's the one"<br />
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" I'm a massive fan of her! And you're her spawn!?" He nodded at my comment.<br />
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I fluttered my eyelids " Would you do me a favor?"<br />
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He looked at me " What sort?"<br />
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" Be a father for my next child?"<br />
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He opened his eyes wide.<br />
After he put his clothes on he phoned his wife, to make sure that it was okay for him to be a challenge dad. I made Natasha sit in the back whilst I drove. This guy was seriously hot.<br />
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I sent the kids away to a friends. Just as Russ and I were about to sit down to a meal my phone rang.<br />
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" Hello?" I answered<br />
" Electra!" Natalie said. She sounded grumpy<br />
"Yes?"<br />
" Your kids are here"<br />
"Fully aware"<br />
" Let me re-phrase that. Why are your kids here?"<br />
"I'm busy."<br />
" I have a wedding to plan! I can't have YOUR kids here bothering me!"<br />
"Just give them a bouncy ball, that'll shut em' up"<br />
"Bu-"<br />
I hung up.<br />
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I sat back down. " Who was that?" Asked Russ<br />
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" A trol"<br />
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After the meal Russ and I went upstairs. As he left the kids came back. I nodded to them all as they entered, " Have fun at auntie Nat's?"<br />
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Ghastly scowled " She gave us a bouncy ball. I hate bouncy balls"<br />
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" Silly woman" I giggled and sighed at the same time<br />
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The next morning I aged the kids up:<br />
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Pepper became a beautician. She gets great pay and visits often<br />
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Natasha became a spy! I am son proud of her. I got misty eyes as I said farewell to my twins<br />
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Ghastly is a teen now. He loves gardening and he helped me to build the tree house which is now in the garden. I love that kiddie<br />
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Hannah- Oh Hannah, she is so pretty! I just love her. She was the first in the tree house. People say that you either have the looks or the brains and she has both! She loves reading. D'aaaaw<br />
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Becks o_o she is so cute! She is the darn cutest thing I ever did see. She is named after Becks Best, a delightfully gorgeous challenge mother!<br />
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Simba is equally cute. Becks helped me chose the name of this little one, he can talk already! Did I mention how adorable he is?<br />
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Ghastly wondered down the stairs to the kitchen, he turned on the light and rubbed his eyes. He saw his mother standing in the middle- her cheeks full of food. She stood frozen<br />
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" What are you doing mom?"<br />
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Electra panicked " Checking the mains" Her mouth still full<br />
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"Liar" Said Ghastly as he turned the light off. Leaving Electra standing in the dark room. With nothing but her plate of cookies and cake to keep her company. Somehow- I think she'll manage.<br />
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HELLO READERS! PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT! MAKE MY DAY, MAKE ME SMILE, THANKYOU ALL! oh and a special thankyou to Angelina for letting me use Russ in the challenge, thanks!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-59578512183195312032012-11-05T11:39:00.001-08:002012-11-18T12:32:04.409-08:00The glockenspiel child baby 12 and 13THERE WILL BE TWO AGEING UPS IN THIS POST! BUT DON'T COMPLAIN- IT JUST MEANS THAT THE CHALLENGE WILL BE THAT BIT FASTER >.<<br />
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"Put. It. Down!"<br />
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"No."<br />
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" I said Put it down"<br />
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" I don't wanna! Tis soft"<br />
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" It's disgusting!"<br />
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" I like a' stroke soft things"<br />
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" Ewww" I cringed. I held out my hand " Give it to me!"<br />
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His closed hand slowly obeyed. he held out the old bit of cloth and I took it and threw it into the bin. He began to cry.<br />
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" I just wanna soft thing"<br />
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I shushed him. But he carried on crying I panicked " Tell you what, next opportunity I get we can get a puppy, they're fun to pet and we can wash it"<br />
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he stopped crying " A-an I can tend that puppy?"<br />
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I nodded.<br />
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" Mom..." Said Emilia<br />
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" Yes child?"<br />
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" You have to be somewhere" Really where? Where would I possibly be today? " Remember?"<br />
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No. " Ofcourse I do sweetie. Do you?"<br />
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" Yes, and you forgot- AGAIN" She scowled at me " The magazine interview!"<br />
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Damn it! I forgot. " I knew that" I said as I quickly got up. She rolled her eyes<br />
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" Don't mess it up mom, remember this could make or break your challenge" Right- I thought I had to try.<br />
I put on my clothes and got going.<br />
The office was large and glassy. I didn't want to go in but I had to. I fussed with my hair in the mirror, then got out of the car. A young lady came to greet me. I decided to call her Betty- she looked like a Betty. Betty saw that I could get through the doors and find the editors room. My palms were sweating. I remembered what Emilia said 'this'll make or break my career' oh god no. In all of my panic I didn't realize we had arrived at the door.<br />
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" Enter" I heard Betty's voice say. I did obediently.<br />
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" Ah miss Danton" Said the middle aged man at the desk. He looked up at me. He had piercing green eyes. " Sit down" He gestured to the chair opposite him. I sat. It was comfy and I shuffled my bottom to find that right place to settle my buttock. " So miss Danton, on behalf of 'mother-mag-almighty' I am going to interview you"<br />
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" Well" I felt important now " Fire away mr....." I looked at his badge " Dover"<br />
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" Please" He wobbled his tie " Call me Ben" I leaned on his desk " Question one- What's the best thing about the challenge?"<br />
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" Well that's easy the kids- and the men... Did I mention the men?"<br />
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He scribbled down on his notebook.<br />
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" Question 14, what is interesting about you?" I looked at the roof thinking. What is interesting about me? I can- no. I could- no " For example, do you play an instrument?"<br />
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Erm... nope " Yes"<br />
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" And what is Said instrument?" Crap he had to ask that<br />
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" The glockenspiel." I replied, I don't actually know what one is... What it looks like<br />
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" Ah" he scribbled down on his notebook and I swear I heard him snigger. " Well" He stood up and offered me his hand " That concludes our interview, a pleasure having you"<br />
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I took his hand a shook " All mine. Goodbye" I walked to the door and turned the handle, Betty was standing just outside ready to greet me, she showed me to the elevator. I saw a man in it, he was all dressed up in a suit that complimented him well. hmmm. " You may leave me here" I turned to Betty<br />
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" B-b-b" She tried. She walked away. Poor Betty, I think I insulted her.<br />
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I walked into the lift and pressed the button for ground floor. That'll give me about lets say... 5 minutes, plenty of time. I asked the man his name and he said it was Andy, alright Andy, time to have some fun.<br />
He stumbled out of the elevator. I looked my wonderful self, if I do say so myself.<br />
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" Mom mom mom mom!" called Tony " You're in the magazine!"<br />
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One day, that guy's fast. I sat down at the side of Tony and Charlie.<br />
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" You got fat" Said Charlie dully<br />
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" I got pregnant" I breathed<br />
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We peered at the mag. I cringed at their choice of picture, they chose my super derp.<br />
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" I didn't know you played the glockenspiel" Came Emilias voice from over my shoulder<br />
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Tony suddenly became exited. " L-l-look!" He pointed to an ad by the side of my article. " Puppies! For sale! You said i'll get a puppy and I could tend to it"<br />
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" Yes" I sighed<br />
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The guy on the phone told me that the puppy would be ready to pick up straight away. It turns out all of the kids actually wanted a dog, they were all so exited when I brought him home.<br />
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" What's his name?" asked Charlie<br />
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" He doesn't have one stupid!" insulted Emilia<br />
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" I wanna' call him scruff" Said Tony<br />
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" Mini" Said Emilia<br />
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Young Natalie stumbled in followed by Pepper " Mofusha" She shlurred<br />
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" Mofussa?" I repeated<br />
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" Yesh"<br />
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Oh " Mofussa it is!" It rolled off of my tongue. Emilia facepalmed.<br />
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Time to age the kids up! (remember it's double ageing up!)<br />
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Emilia is a wonderful young adult and now goes to art college!<br />
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Charlie volunteers at the local pets home and is married<br />
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Tony left home with a spring in his step, he works on a ranch, bucking barley.<br />
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Natasha makes a beutiful young teen, she has good looks and a spys physique<br />
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Peppers cheek bones kick right up! She isn't the smartest but she sure is special<br />
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Ghastly made a wonderful child! He looks exactly like his dad, which isn't all that bad >.<<br />
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As for my Vegas baby she became a wonderful tot, her features are mainly mine but she got her dads eyes. I decided to call her Hannah, after a good friend of mine who helped make this challenge.<br />
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My first lift-baby was going to be big, I could just tell, I am almost immobile...<br />
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WELL HEY THERE YOU!<br />
YES YOU, I MEAN YOU YOU! I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS SO COMMENT AND SHOW ME WHAT YOU THINK, BOTH POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE FEEDBACK. No complaining about pictures- I'm working on it ;)<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-20423406440424772462012-10-20T15:47:00.001-07:002012-10-20T15:47:01.762-07:00Electra goes to Vegas. baby 11" Hurry up!" I yelled, " We're gonna be late!"<br />
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" I'm coming, I'm coming!" Shouted Natalie as she ran across the landing<br />
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" The plane leaves in 2 hours" I paused to look at my watch " And it takes half an hour to get to the airport!"<br />
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At last Natalie appeared at the top of the stairs, with two bright pink suitcases, stuffed to maximum potential.<br />
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" We're going to Vegas for the weekend- Not migrating to India."<br />
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" You never know what you'll need, better safe then sorry"<br />
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" Meh, better sorry than paying the extra $50 fee for extra bagging"<br />
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We arrived at the airport. Natalie grabbed my shoulder and tugged. She dragged me to a gap in the people and covered my eyes " I have a surprise for you!" She giggled<br />
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" You're not going to push me down a flight of stairs are you?"<br />
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There was a pause and I genuinely thought she was. Until she uncovered my eyes...<br />
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" Surprise!" Came a wave of voices.<br />
A rainbow! - Wait no, not a rainbow... People.<br />
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" OH MY GOD" I gasped with joy. I ran into them for a group hug, almost knocking poor Chloe out who was standing right in the middle. The group all huddled around me and laughed.<br />
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" This is going to be so much fun!" Exclaimed Becks<br />
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" Can't wait!" Jumped Chloe<br />
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" It's gonna be a weekend to remember" Smiled Natalie<br />
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" It's like Christmas but with more.... Electra" Laughed Paisley<br />
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" Yeh..." Said Skye dully. We all looked at her and raised a brow.<br />
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<i>dum dum deeer </i>Came the over head speakers as we arrived in Vegas the muffled voice of a lady sounding like she said <i>can the old lady please wipe her bottom and come to check out </i>We all laughed and hopped and skipped out of the airport.<br />
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" TAXI!" I shouted and waved my hand. 9 pulled up at the same time and all seemed to simultaneously wind down their windows.<br />
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" Over here!" One shouted " No here madams!" Came another. We all looked at each other and laughed. We hopped into the largest one available, however it did still mean that Skye had to sit in the footwell.<br />
We all giggled and chatted as we drove, and I may have kicked Skye in the face- once, Ok maybe 4 times.<br />
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The hotel was grande and modern. We all huddled into the lift, squashing some middle aged lady that was constantly asking for autographs. Our apartment had 3 rooms, meaning that we would all have to share. Only one of the rooms had a double bed...<br />
We all partnered up by pulling names out of a hat:<br />
Skye and Natalie<br />
Becks and Paisley<br />
Me and Chloe<br />
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We all looked at eachother and ran. Nat and Skye was the fastest and managed to bag the biggest room with 2 double beds.<br />
Becks and Paisley had bagged the room at the end of the hall.<br />
Which left me and Chloe, stuck with the king-sized bed in the last room. Her eyes narrowed as she walked into our bedroom.<br />
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" Why do I have to share a bed?" She sat down " I like to hog blanket you know?"<br />
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" Well, it's a good job I don't sleep with Blanket then isn't it" I walked toward her " Come on-" I grabbed her hand " Let's bounce!" And so we did, we bounced on the bed like there was no tomorrow. The others wondered in<br />
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" That looks like fun!" One of them said. And they all began to jump up and down on the bed with us.<br />
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" Wee!"<br />
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" This bed is awesome!" Somebody shouted as we bounced. Paisley stumbled and Skye instantly grabbed her, with little benefit. They both tumbled to the ground making a large <i>thud </i>we all looked down<br />
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" Are you alright!" Worried Chloe<br />
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Skye and Paisley laughed hysterically as they rolled off of eachother. I looked at my watch. Almost 7:00pm, time to party!<br />
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" Come on guys, get your glad rags on!" And so we did.<br />
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The nightclub was busy but we managed to sneak in (We're challenge moms afterall)<br />
We all sat on a bar stool, except Skye, who had to stand.<br />
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" Shots!" Called Natalie.<br />
Our faces contorted as the hot-shots ran down our throats. About 6 shots later, we all drifted apart to different parts of the nightclub, drinking and socializing. I decided to drift around also.<br />
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I found Skye dancing at a poll, she was hugging and flirting with a pole-dancer. I found Paisley and put my hand on her shoulder.<br />
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" Looks like you got replaced by a hoe" I joked.<br />
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" What?" Paisley asked " Where'd she get a ho from? There's no gardening shops around here" She looked around.<br />
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I sighed and patted her on the shoulder. " It's OK Pais, you'll understand when you're older." (jokes)<br />
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I drifted to another part of the nightclub and found Chloe, she was wearing a flower-pot on her head.<br />
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" Chloe... Why is there a flower-pot on your head?" I tread carefully.<br />
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" It's a new fashion accessory" She wobbled, then grabbed the chest of the odd looking fellow at the side of her " Boon here showed me"<br />
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" Boon!?" I laughed as I walked away.<br />
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I approached Becks who was outside the nightclub, she was hugging a lampost. " Erm... Becks? What are you doing?"<br />
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" Shhh" She whispered. I can't believe she shushed me " Leave me alone with Lampy" And so I did.<br />
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Where's Nat? I asked my self, she was nowhere in sight. Then, blackness.<br />
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The next morning my head was pounding. The smell of pancakes filled the room, and I knew it was Skye's morning-after pancakes. I wondered into the kitchen to find Skye dancing on the side with only her nightdress on. It turns out it was Paisley making Pancakes as Skye danced, I sat down.<br />
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Chloe walked in with a man, it was Boon. Her eyes widened and she kicked Boon out. Becks appeared next, she had only her undies on.<br />
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" What happened last night?" She asked. We all shrugged our hung-over shrugs " Where's my dress?" We shrugged again.<br />
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We heard Chloe gasp as she looked out of the window. And we looked outside to where she was gazing. I laughed and almost fell over.<br />
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Becks' eyes opened " Oh my"<br />
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Her dress, her beautiful dress was on the lamppost, Lampy.<br />
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" How'd it get there?" Asked Skye. Becks shrugged.<br />
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We heard a feint knocking at the door and we all turned to answer it. Natalie was at the other side, she was wearing just her underwear and she was wearing a ring.<br />
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" Where have you been?" I asked as she came in. She didn't answer.<br />
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We all got dressed and took our hangover pills, I was sick just as we were supposed to be leaving, which could only mean one thing- baby on the way. Skye told me who it was, it was her Asian hooker friend, oh joy.<br />
The flight was quiet because most of us was still recovering from the night before, I turned to Nat<br />
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" What actually happened last night?" I asked her as I pushed Skye's head from my shoulder.<br />
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" I got married- to a green guy" We both laughed " I love it in Vegas"<br />
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" Me too"<br />
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The letter box clanked, causing me to awake from my slumber.<br />
At that moment the wail of a baby came through the house. I was forced to get up -_-<br />
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" Muuuuuum!" Shouted one of the children " Tony is crying!"<br />
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" Really?" I mocked " I hadn't noticed"<br />
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The nursery door was shut. I could just tell that what was behind it would not be pretty.<br />
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Turns out I was wrong.<br />
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Tony was standing in his crib- screaming elegantly. When he saw me he became silenced.<br />
I picked him up.<br />
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" What's wrong Son?" I asked. I didn't actually care; but I really wanted to see my great work in teaching him to talk<br />
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"P-p-poopy" He giggled despite himself<br />
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I really regretted asking him that. And so- cruelly disappointed in myself I changed his nappy.<br />
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Long after Poppy, Emilia and Charlie had left I heard the door swing open.<br />
Tristan walked in- grabbing me from behind and kissing my neck. He held out a handful of letters and envelopes.<br />
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I grabbed the assorted coloured letters from him. All of them with fancy hand-written writing on them<br />
<i>'Electra Danton open on the 27th'</i><br />
I sighed.<br />
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Tristan looked at me " I's your birthday soon?" he looked at me again " Why was I not informed? How old will you be?"<br />
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" Sixteen" I giggled. (joking obves)<br />
He held me tighter. Then suddenly let go.<br />
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" I need to go-" He said emotionless " Sandra will be home soon"<br />
I wanted him to stay I really did. But he had to go, I wanted him all to myself- I didn't want to share him. I never will. I hate loving a man like that. But despite this I kissed him hard. As if it was the last time I would.<br />
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" Bye" I sighed. He smacked my bottom as he left. I giggled and watched him go.<br />
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I needed to find a new father, and fast. So I looked.on the best place possible- Ebay.<br />
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4 hours later a large package arrived. I signed for it and I swear I saw it move. I dragged it inside.<br />
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" Ouch" Came a muffled cry. I dropped it on the ground. " Be gentle"<br />
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I ripped open the brown paper and revealed a face. It was dark, had black eyes and thin purple hair " Aren't you a funny looking bloke" I giggled. I tore open the package and revealed a white sheet over a muscled figure. " Erm..." I pondered " Are you wearing pants?"<br />
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He turned red, well, red-ish " N-no" He shook<br />
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I nodded " Well, it will speed things up"<br />
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His eyes widened, " Wait what? Now?" I nodded. " But, we just met... I need a cup of tea" Too late now, I thought, I need him for the challenge.<br />
I kicked him out approximately an hour later. He never got his tea, but I was sure I did, oh and yes. He still didn't have any pants on. The children got home before I could make that fourth cup of tea. I watched them run upstairs to do their homework, well that's what I liked to think they were doing. Then I decided:<br />
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" HOUSE MEETING!" I called upstairs " NOW!"<br />
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I went to sit on the sofa and slowly the living room filled with kids. Natasha and Pepper had already been down here, swinging away in their baby chairs. Poppy sat opposite me, Charlie on my knee and Emilia sat on the floor with Tony.<br />
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" We don't spend enough time together" I said, so, I decided that we are all going to do something together."<br />
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" Cool" Exclaimed charlie " What are we gonna do?"<br />
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" Ah, That's the thing... I don't actually know"<br />
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Poppy rolled her eyes, " We should have a picnic!" She said<br />
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" Excellent" I agreed " Where's the picnic blanket?" I scanned the room.<br />
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" C-cute story mum..." I heard Emilia quiver " Tony and I were playing a game... And I burned it"<br />
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" You were playing with fire?!"<br />
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" We were mimicking that book, how did you know?"<br />
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" You-" I looked at Emilia "-Are grounded. You-" I turned to Charlie "- Need to come up with another idea."<br />
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" We could just have a big night in..." He smiled. And I smiled back.<br />
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That evening was so much fun. And a great way to build up to the aging up.<br />
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Poppy became a young lady, her love for art motivated her to join art college, she has a partner who shares her love, they met at class and are now planning to move in together, and maybe having kids.<br />
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Emilia grew out of being a tom-boy and in my opinion grew into her features too. She is very good at bike riding and has great taste in music, a trait she OBVIOUSLY inherited from me.<br />
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Charlie is a handsome chap, full of life and love, he loves animals and volunteers at a dogs home.<br />
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Tony- A child already, my time flies. A charming young fellow with a lot to prove to his older brother Charlie, his role model. He loves to cook that's for sure<br />
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Natasha has black hair, and blue eyes. She is very adventurous and loves to explore her surroundings, nothing scares her.<br />
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Pepper inherited mostly her fathers features, her hair is a lovely colour, a little random, but lovely all the same. She is a good speaker but a little slow physically.<br />
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The bump- is fairly small really. I feel kicks all of the time but really, it is just a small inconvenience, I mean- it's not even big enough to rest tea on. Boo hoo.<br />
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I sat my almighty buttock on the sofa. My heavily pregnant belly sticking out like a - wait I can't say that, this is a family post. I sighed as my weight was placed on the sofa. And I came to the decision that becoming a sofa would be a bad idea. It holds people on it's back, without even a thank-you they come and go, it holds me, which even my legs find hard to do.<br />
Thankfully my daughter wondered in to prevent another epiphany. She looked at me for a minute and began to approach, she sat down next to me.<br />
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" Mummy?"Poppy said, swaying on her feet.<br />
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" Child?" I said lazily<br />
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" What happens at school?" She looked down " Fletcher said they make you slaves- and- and- bullies flush your head down the toilet"<br />
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I looked at Poppy and shifted my colossal weight sideways to look at her " That doesn't happen" I told her " Your first day will be the best day of your life so far, trust me I'm the- Wait no<i> </i>I lied, I am not that guy."<br />
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She looked at me then her eyebrows curved " Bu-But Fletcher said-"<br />
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" Yes well Fletcher is going to be the one becoming a slave" I murmured<br />
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" What?"<br />
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" Nothing."<br />
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Poppy stood up, a smile slowly settling upon her face. She span around " How do I look?" She giggled<br />
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" Amazing" I grinned, she ran out of the room. She was wearing wellington boots- on her first day. Oh joy. Shortly after the door slammed shut Fletcher swaggered in. He looked at me, and I glared back, in the scariest way possible.<br />
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" Errm..." Fletcher wobbled " Are you having some sort of seizure?" I carried on glaring " But seriously mum, are you alright?" realizing it wouldn't work, I gave up.<br />
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" Why did you tell Poppy that people would bully her in school?" I shouted<br />
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Fletcher giggled to himself " Just a bit of fun mum, harmless"<br />
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I glowered " Not for my little Pop it wasn't"<br />
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" Jeez mum, take a chill pill"<br />
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" That's it, you are grounded!"<br />
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" But Muuuuum" He whined<br />
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I glared at him " Now" I said purposefully " Rub my feet"<br />
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I picked up my cup of tea resting it on my bump. I let go of it and it stayed. I felt Fletcher stop rubbing my feet.<br />
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" That is not what it is designed for" he whined at me as if I was a child.<br />
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" That''s exactly what you would say" I replied " You don't have one. You are just jealous."<br />
He studied me. And he made the right decision to not continue this argument,he would not win. Nobody ever wins.<br />
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Fletcher murmured something.<br />
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" What?" I asked<br />
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"I said nothing"I gave him the evils and he broke his silence " I need to go to school"<br />
Oh. I thought to myself. Damn school; getting in the way of my foot massage.<br />
Shortly after Fletcher had left for school I decided to get up. This was a bad decision. It took me several minutes to even lift myself. All in all it took a half hour to get to the door. I decided that stairs would be a bad idea at my heavily pregnant state,but I did have to collect Emilia and Charlie from their cots. Decisions, decisions. And so I wobbled away from the stairs. They would have to wait.<br />
An hour and a half later the stair lift arrived. I got to the bedroom and picked Charlie from the crib. Emilia was already sat on the floor.<br />
I took the two of them to playschool.<br />
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I pulled up into the drive to see my front door wide open. I stayed in the car, hoping to god that nobody was going to jump out at me. I puckered up the courage to walk inside.<br />
I stood in the doorway, peering around, there didn't seem to be anything missing. Just as I thought it was safe to enter the house, I felt a hand grab my shoulder<br />
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" Hey good lookin'" He said as he swung me around.<br />
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I leaned in closer to place my lips onto his " Tristan, nice to see you" I said between kisses " Your wife out?"<br />
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He laughed into my mouth " Yeh, working late"<br />
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I held him tighter. " We should-" I gasped " Shut the- door"<br />
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" Oh yeh" He kicked the door and it shut obediently. He slid his hand up my top and tried to undo my bra<br />
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" Tristan" I breathed. But he slammed me against the wall, our lips still squashed together, my bra went falling to the ground as he and I stumbled into the bedroom.<br />
2 minutes later we were sat on the bed.<br />
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" That-" He pointed to my bump " Is getting in the way"<br />
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I sighed " Yeh, sorry about that"<br />
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He turned to look at me " I'm thirsty"<br />
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" I suppose you want me to make you coffee then" I said as I lifted myself from the bed. He nodded.<br />
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I wobbled to the kitchen, every step putting more strain on my back. The kettle rumbled and it seemed like the whole house shook, picking up the cup and the coffee in one hand. Man I was cool.<br />
A sudden pain hit me: Causing me to drop the cup. It fell to pieces.<br />
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It was time.<br />
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Tristan came running in. " W-w-what happened?" He came in closer " Whats going on?"<br />
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I screamed<br />
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" Darn" Was all he said<br />
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He screamed at me as I doubled over in pain. Pushing down on my bump " Not here" I whimpered " Not now"<br />
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He stood and screamed. More so than me. At that moment, Poppy and Fletcher wondered in. They were arguing, not for much longer than seeing me. Fletcher stood stunned.<br />
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" Who is that man?" Asked Poppy<br />
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I panted. A bead of sweat rolling down my face. I hated her questions " The post man" Was the first thing to drift through my mind<br />
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Her eyebrow raised " He's in his Pj's"<br />
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" New uniform" I said quickly. I could tell from her expression she didn't believe me. But hopefully she wouldn't think any more of it.<br />
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It wasn't long before I got fed up of Tristan 'the postman's' Wailing so I kicked him out.<br />
Fletcher had called a midwife- even after me insisting I didn't need one.<br />
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The man that delivered my babies was a dopey looking fellow. Big ears, slight overbite and magnificent cheek bones.<br />
I placed the new boy Into the cribs, the midwife (or is it husband?) Standing at the door, waiting for me to dismiss him.<br />
Instead I dragged him into the bedroom and tumbled on top of him. the look on his face was priceless.<br />
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" M-m-mam" He quivered " You have just given birth- I don't think it's safe- Or legal"<br />
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" Shut up so that I can get this over with and age-up the kids" I looked at my invisible watch " I'm on a tight schedule I am a challenge mother afterall"<br />
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After midwife/ husband had stumbled out I aged up the kiddies.<br />
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Fletcher turned into a ravishing young man, he recently dumped his girlfriend, although I have no doubt that they will get back together- they always do. He is now a professional American Football player, and is touring the world and competing<br />
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Poppy- my little angel has becoming a delightful teen, she is gifted in singing and painting, she says when she's finished with school she'll become an artist. My little girl! I feel so proud<br />
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Emilia is much more athletic than her brother. They are constantly competing in everything. He has some features her father has and is the most Asian looking out of the twins<br />
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Charlie is so very well behaved. A good looking genius, he is really good with mathematics and I am pretty sure he wants to become a rocket scientist.<br />
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Tony is unique- really smart. I haven't had long enough to get to know him properly...<br />
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(thankyou Becks for the pose!)<br /><br />IF YOU ARE OUT THERE AND READING THIS COMMENT PLEASE, I NEED FEEDBACK AND I WILL REPLY BACK ASAPUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-35323412229378863712012-09-16T11:04:00.004-07:002012-10-08T08:19:14.470-07:00>insert witty title here< Baby 6<b>There is a change of appearances of my family because I have a new computer, hope you enjoy!</b><br />
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The sound of babies filled the room as my new twins fought for attention. I looked at them, already competing even at a matter of hours old. Oh how I rejoiced in the thought of the years of arguing that was soon to come. I looked at them both, they looked nothing like eachover, except for the thin wafts of blue-red hair. At first a name for them was hard to think of, but when I did, they fitted perfectly.<br />
Emilia and Charlie.<br />
I strolled upstairs, dramatically. For some reason I was in a swag mood today, and so making my way up with such style, I came to the door of the kids bedroom. I nudged the door. Then I nudged it again, and again and again. My patience was running out, this obstacle was cramping my style.<br />
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" Kids!" I shouted from behind the door " Open the door! I am with child! -ren, Children!" I heard banging and shuffling from behind the door, and all manner of ideas drifted through my head as to what they were doing. I was interrupted by the door opening, in the frame was two, guilty looking children, they smiled mischievously.<br />
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" Where's Poppy?" I asked inquisitively. They looked at eachover, Sarah smiled, then shortly followed by Flethchers quick 'Nothing' And as if on Que, the school bus honked. The kids both took this as an opportunity, and without delay, bounded down the stairs. I sighed and looked back at where they both once stood. In their place was a pile of washing, toys and paper. A mess.<br />
I would have to... I gasped... Tidy-up.<br />
I went around the room, like a wizard of mess I whizzed around, picking up socks, toys and un-neving teddies. I had cleared a clear pathway through the room, and form this angle I could see the piles of mess beneath Sarah's bed. I sighed, and nelt down to move the rubbish beneath it.<br />
I cringed as I removed old food, and possibly ancient underwear, it was almost done when I found the biscuit packet that had gone 'missing'.<br />
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I held the empty packet up to my face. My hand trembling as I grasped it. 'My cookies' I mumbled<br />
The door bell rang, making me drop the packet in shock. I had to leave it on the floor. Wondering down the stairs toward the door.<br />
As I opened the door I found a beautiful lady behind it. Her hair flowed down past her shoulders, wonderful black-pink colours caught the light, purple eyes seemed to look into my soul, oh how she was gorgeous.<br />
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" Hello!" She said in a silky, perky voice.<br />
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" Erm, hello" I said in return<br />
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" My name is Natalie, I am Skye's friend"<br />
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" Well my name is-"<br />
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" I know your name Electra" She said quickly.<br />
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" Oh..." I said, my opportunity to introduce myself had been taken. And so, slightly dis heartened I said " And what is your name?"<br />
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" Natalie!" She chirped. I gestured for her to enter, and she did so. She seemed to flow through the door into the kitchen. I offered her some cookies. They didn't lats that long. We spoke for a little while. Our conversations drifted from one to another, from flower arranging to funerals from funerals to bog brushes, the time flew bye.<br />
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A high pitched noise filled the house. Causing Natalie to cover her ears. She opened her mouth to speak<br />
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" Are you killing cats in this house?!" She shouted over the noise<br />
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I cringed " No, that'll be the babies"<br />
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" Your'e killing babies!? You sick woman"<br />
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I shook my head " No, they're crying"<br />
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" Make it stop." She simply said. And I planned to.<br />
As we Swaggered up the stairs the noise got louder, into the room Nat and I ventured, each of us picking up one of the twins. The noise immediately stopped. I snuggled little Charlie<br />
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" Errr..." I heard<br />
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I turned to see straight what she could. " I will kill them" I muttered<br />
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" Oh my..." I heard Nat say quietly.<br />
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We both looked at the door. And Poppy, hanging off of the coat hanger on it. She wobbled slightly, her feet flailing, she giggled hysterically. She was hung from the back of her baby-grow, stretching un naturally. Poppy seemed quite happy with her position a meter and a half off the ground. The poor child had fell victim to too many of Sarah and Fletchers practical jokes. Just last week I found her in the washing machine, thankfully I decided not to roll-and-rinse cycle. Nat stood still, her vision fixed on my victimized child. And so, I took it upon myself to take her down.<br />
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She didn't make a sound until I put her down on the ground. I heard a cracking noise from behind me, and I turned to see Natalie's foot raising from a crushed figure. She looked back at me, and almost cried.<br />
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" O-oh no" She stuttered " I didn't mean to crush the toy..." She looked at Poppy sympathetically. " I am sorry Pop-"<br />
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I felt a stone in my throat, I looked at the crushed action figure.<br />
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" Sorry Pop, or was it one of your other children's?" She turned to me.<br />
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I ran toward the pieces of figure, picking up the little bits " No" I looked up at Nat and instantly looked back down " It's mine.." I almost cried as I collected the remnants of iron man from the floor. I muttered a curse that Nat couldn't hear. She stared at me. I rushed to my bedroom, opening my top drawer, I slipped the bits of the iron man figure into the drawer, alongside posters and various other Stark- related stuff.<br />
I heard the door open.<br />
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" Look, I didn't mean to break your toy..." Natalie said apologetically.<br />
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" He was more than just a toy" I uttered " He was special, not like other action figures. He was different, always listening to me. Even answering at times"<br />
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Natalie paused. Probably wondering if she should take me seriously or not. " Maybe.." She said carefully " We should go out, for a drink. Take the edge off, and just... have fun"<br />
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This was all sounded a little repetitive. And yet, the reply slipped from my lips " Yes"<br />
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The children tumbled into the house as Natalie and I were drinking our tea, well I was drinking MY tea. Nat was drinking herbal tea, which I told her: Was cheating. They both looked at me, wondering what was going on. I had told them to expect new people. As I would be having many of them over, to breed with. Oh god.<br />
I almost tumbled off of my chair as I realized what they were thinking. I gave them 'the look' making sure they knew not to gawk. I excused myself from the ill-flowing conversation, to slip upstairs. I made sure the kids were clear that Nat and I were just friends, and that they were definitely grounded. Sarah, being Sarah, made the point that grounding her would be a bad idea, seeing as I would be expecting her to babysit Poppy, Fletcher and the twins tonight. I couldn't argue with the child, nobody could, and so I left her to it.<br />
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Natalie and I got our Glad rags on. Ready for a night that would inevitably be a disastrous evening. I was always the one to remain optimistic. I loved my outfit. A nice red dress, and I looked great in it, even if I do say so myself.<br />
Natalie and I wondered through town, finding the best club to crash. We decided to go into a night-club called 'the crash' which seemed an appropriate name. Natalie dragged me in with my arm. She dragged me through the crowd, straight to the dance floor. Where we did some serious moves.. After the 9th glass of wine it was starting to get hazy. And my worries seemed to drift away with the 12th glass. I don't recall how many Natalie had had, but I am pretty sure she was left behind at drink 7. Nat and I wobbled drunkly on the dance floor, pretending to be good dancers.<br />
The rest of the night is patchy, but I am pretty sure Nat and I got bored of the club and raged havoc on the town.<br />
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The morning was bright, not a cloud in the sky. I opened my eyes, trying to remember the nights events. Without success. I swung my feet over the sides of the bed, the room spinning frantically as I began to walk. Almost tripping over and falling down the stairs. Natalie appeared relatively un effected by the nights events. I looked at her, not a line on her eyes, not a dark bag underneath. How resilient.<br />
I wondered downstairs, toward Nat. She offered my food. I took it without question, as I sat down I just had to ask:<br />
" What happened last night?"<br />
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" Ah," She said " You don't remember do you?"<br />
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I shook my head.<br />
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" I am not surprised" She giggled to herself " If I'd had as much to drink as you did I wouldn't be able to stand up, never mind give an entire speech on Iron man paradox"<br />
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I looked at her " I did that?"<br />
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" I was as surprised as you are now" Wow. Didn't see that one coming.<br />
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She held up a hand full of pictures in her hands. " You want to see what happened last night?" She asked<br />
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NO " Yes" I whispered<br />
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" Who is the yellow guy?" I asked<br />
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" haven't got a clue, some townie, seemed to take a shine to you though"<br />
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" Interesting-" I was about to say something else when my stomach churned. Oh god no.<br />
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I aged up the children, Nat helping me.<br />
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Sarah became a young adult, very crisp and intelligent, she is a scientist, and is engaged to Shane, with a little girl on the way, I am gonna be a grandma. I am still a teenager.<br />
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Fletcher became a good looking teen. What he lacked in brains he made up for in looks. He has had 12 girlfriends in this week alone. That little so and so, sometimes I worry about him.<br />
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Poppy is the cutest child ever, she still has her hair the same, up in pinkies. She is certainly gifted in art and is taking singing lessons.<br />
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As for the twins, Emilia and Charlie, they are adorable, Charlie seems to talk better than Emilia, but she can already walk, they are the complete opposite. My first twins, and my first children to inherit my hair colour. Yay.<br />
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The bump. Is getting bigger. And despite the back pain, I was looking forward to the chance of orange kids.<br />
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<b>If you are out there please comment, criticize, all the same to me, give me feed back PLEASE.</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-23864536884605647232012-08-22T07:55:00.000-07:002012-09-23T05:43:46.061-07:00" You can't say that!"... (baby 4+5)" What's her name?" Bounced Sarah, her eyes wide and beautiful. Staring lovingly at her new baby sister.<br />
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" Poppy" I told her as she skipped around the room. Her smile just kept getting bigger, I knew that she was excited about finally getting a baby sister.<br />
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" Can I hold her?" She beamed, giving me the cutest look possible. I thought about it, for just a moment.<br />
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" Yes, you may Sarah, but you must sit on the sofa." She smiled and ran to the sofa, jumping onto it, then making herself comfortable. I placed young Poppy on Sarah's lap. And Sarah stared adoringly at her as she whispered into her ear ' I will be the best-ist sister ever I pwomise' Giving her a kiss on the head as she did so.<br />
The computer blasted out a loud ringing. I had a call incoming. I left Poppy safe in the hands of her sister. Poppy played with Sarah's long blonde hair, staring with big blue eyes into hers.<br />
I sat at my desk and answered the call. It was Skye.<br />
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" Well hello!" Skye shouted down the mic.<br />
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" Hi" I replied, slightly dazed.<br />
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" So, how's the child? Is it a girl or a boy?" She grinned.<br />
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" It's a gorgeous little girl, and her name is Poppy"<br />
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" What a nice name. So, how's the rest of the children? It's their birth-days soon, as I understand"<br />
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" Yes, as much as I want to see them grow up, I just can't bring myself to age them up. But I must, no matter how cute they are"<br />
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Skye and I had been talking for a while, the door bell the only thing interrupting us. I stood up and closed my lap-top.<br />
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" MUM!" I heard Sarah shout " THE BABY POOPED!" I rolled my eyes but continued towards the door<br />
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" Be right there!" I shouted. I stopped at the door and opened it. Behind it were two people, a man and a woman. They looked foreign, Chinese, maybe Japanese. They looked at me hopefully, then opened their mouths. The lady spoke first.<br />
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"H-hello" She said in a slight accent. " My name is Mei," She gestured to the man next to her " And this is my brother Lee" The man called Lee smiled adorably and waved. " We moved in, just across the road actually, and we thought that it would be nice to meet our new neighbors, that is, if you don't mind" I gestured they entered and in stepped Mei, followed by Lee. They both looked around, seemingly fascinated by their surroundings.<br />
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" Well hello, Mei and Lee.." I chirped, " My name is Electra, and these are my children" I looked around, realizing they weren't with me I smiled pathetically.<br />
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I shouted at the household " Kids! Come here! We have visitors. Sarah appeared first, Poppy in hand. Sarah smiled and didn't say anything, she wasn't the type to do so, she rarely spoke to new people. Fletcher was still missing, and I was about to call his name again, when I heard thumping, he then materialized at the bottom of the stairs. He giggled then stumbled towards me. He reached my feet then looked up at me and lifted his arms and simply said "up" I grabbed him and swung him onto my hip. Mei walked towards Fletcher and turned her voice a funny tone<br />
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" Oh hello! What is your name little one?" She rubbed his chin with her tiny fingers and my little boy giggled then said<br />
" Fwetcher" Mei cooed over the adorableness of my son, and Lee stood still grinning like a lost child. Poppy made the strangest of noises which turned every bodies attention to her. Sarah looked from me to Poppy from Poppy to me, before finally saying:<br />
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" I think she's tired" I looked at her, and had no doubt she was right, so I showed my new friends to the living room then took Poppy to her cot. Fletcher also yawned and I was sure to induce his sleep, he drifted off almost straight away. And my little angel Sarah put herself to bed, stroking the poster of her idle as she slipped into her sleep. Sarah seemed to always be in one phase or another, always astonishing me how well she knew everything about every detail, her current phase was Loki the Norse god, no doubt next week it will be Harry Potter or Iron man, but I didn't mind, she was doing well at school and had a close bunch of friends. That's all that mattered. I blinked away my tiredness. Well at least I tried. I knew what to do, put my sleeping cloths on, rest my eyes, that's right, great idea.<br />
I collapsed on my bed, closing my eyes...<br />
" OH CRAP!" I shouted as I leaped up " My guests!" I ran downstairs, to see my friends still sat where I put them. Mei was looking around, I could tell she was bored. My sight drifted towards Lee, who was sound asleep, mouth open and snoring I giggled and Mei turned her attention to me. She nudged her brother who also turned his gaze on me. Their eyes turned wide, and I remembered I was wearing my sleep stuff, which is, basically my underwear. Mei was polite so she only looked at my face, being sure to look nowhere else, Lee however seemed glued to my body. Mei kicked him in the leg and he yelped then looked at my face.<br />
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" Sorry I took so long, I drifted off" I tried<br />
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" It's OK" Mei said, she was so polite, gentle, and even though I barely knew her I trusted her. Mei was the only thing that broke the silence " so, you are a challenge mother so I hear?" She conversed.<br />
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" Err, yeh... why?" I was so glad she spoke.<br />
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" Just curious" She simply said. Her brother seemed to perk-up, I was probably just imagining it. Mei raised, followed shortly by her brother Lee. " We have to go" Mei said graciously " Thank you, you have been a good host"<br />
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" Bye..." I managed as they left the room. Mei and Lee reached the front door. Mei smiled and led the way, and Lee was just past the door frame, his back turned. What the hell....<br />
I grabbed his shoulder pulling him back and spinning him around, our lips met and I pressed mine into his hard. He flailed and fidgeted but never pulled away. Mei stood back, amazed. Our kiss (or rather a snog) lasted for a very long time.<br />
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" I'll just be leaving..." Mei said, she failed to get a reaction as Lee and I stumbled into the living room, our lips still firmly attached. I began to unbutton his shirt, uncovering a muscled body. I gasped as we fell onto the couch.<br />
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The next morning I felt amazing, I made waffles for the family and my guest. He was still asleep, at least he was until<br />
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" MUM! WHO IS THE STRANGE GUY WITH NO CLOTHES ON!?"<br />
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I cringed, then shouted back " Just ignore him!" Was all I could think to say. Lee walked in rubbing his reddish eyes. He was wearing bright red pants, skin tight and hot.<br />
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" What's cookin'?" He yawned. Almost tripping over Fletcher, he sat at the table. Sarah walked in, not even glancing at Lee. She sniffed inward, taking in the smell of waffles. She turned her attention to Poppy who was in her baby seat, making enough mess to make a maid scream.<br />
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" Breakfast is served" I said in my best french accent. I placed the plates of food onto the table, I gestured them to eat and they did so straight away. I sat down with my food, eating it slowly. As I scraped the remains of my waffles off of my plate my stomach lurched. I ran to the bath room, narrowly missing Lee who was returning for left-overs. Well, at least it wasn't the waffles making me sick.<br />
Long after Lee had gone home, I changed into my maternity clothes. And when I told Sarah the good news she hopped from one foot to another, singing and dancing with excitement. As she did so I noticed her toes poke out of the end of her trainers. ( Sorry about this, I can imagine you have better things to do with your life than read about some other woman's child's feet)<br />
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" We're going shopping" I announced a little too dramatically. It didn't have the desired effect, Sarah groaned and went to grab her coat, Fletcher wobbling toward me, and Poppy staring in bewilderment at her mother. Perfect.<br />
The taxi arrived outside, an hour late, but it arrived none the less. Poppy, Fletcher, Sarah and I all clambered into the back seats. I commanded that the driver drives, he then refused to do so until I asked in a more polite manner. I reluctantly did so and we were off! We arrived in town and we all got out, I was sure to pay the driver and forget the tip. It wasn't long before a lot of people materialized. Some nodded and said hello, others even stopped to ask how the challenge was going. I enjoyed being noticed, Sarah on the other hand didn't. She threatened to 'smite' a lady who decided to coo over her and call her cute. The lady rushed away within a second or so. Then a night-mare on legs appeared.<br />
I hated Unice, she was annoying. She seemed to think that everybody in the world was inferior to her, and that she was amazing and the only person in the world that meant something. As she got closer her smile got wider. This scared me. It scared me a lot.<br />
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" Well hey there El-!" She bellowed<br />
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I shook my head " Don't.. Call me that"<br />
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" Oh OK, so I heard you was doing a challenge" Typical she notices me just as I begin to get famous<br />
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" Err, yes, yes I am" I sighed<br />
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" I could have been a challenge mother ya' know, yeh, I got talent spotted, got told I had the looks and of course the brains to be a mother, I turned them down, I had better things to do... True story" She said flinging her hips She looked at me and gave me 'the look'<br />
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" Interesting..." I said sarcastically, she looked back at me and her eyes widened.<br />
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" You are pregnant right now aren't you?" She said with false enthusiasm.<br />
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" Yes!" I mocked excitement<br />
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" Oh really when is it due?" She asked " I hope it looks like it's dad!" She said cockily.<br />
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" And why should I get all of the attention!?" I copied her voice " You have a bun in the oven too!" I laughed and she frowned, she then wobbled away. I win I thought in content.<br />
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" You can't say that!" Sarah shouted at me<br />
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" She started it..." I tried to justify it.<br />
Sarah shook her head and we went home. Later on it was time to age the kids up...<br />
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Sarah made the most beautiful of teens, still in her phase- phase as always. She was excelling at school and kept being selected for the honor role. I am so proud of her<br />
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Fletcher made a ravishing child, he fussed a lot over his hair and appearance. He made his school Football team, and was very popular<br />
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Poppy aged up so very pretty, her red hair inherited from the father, who was part strawberry. She is a cheeky little girl, but a fast learner.<br />
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As for my bump- it just keeps getting bigger and bigger.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-35549191340297327842012-08-18T06:16:00.001-07:002012-08-20T15:19:28.478-07:00A colourful visit... (baby 3)" PUSH!" She shouted " JUST PUUUUUSSSHHHH!" she came again.<br />
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" I- Am- Push-Ing" I growled painfully<br />
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" Just... Take deep breaths! That's right, breathing... Breathing is good, always breathe" Debbie gasped. I glared at her, if I wasn't in labour I would feed her the cat, then demand that she regurgitate it. Then report her to the police for animal cruelty.<br />
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" Just SHUT UP!" I yelled with the last of my energy " I have done this before!" I shouted at her as she breathed in and out of the paper bag that she had originally intended for me. " That's... my paper bag... Why are you using my paper bag?... It's mine"<br />
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She looked down at the full bag in her hand " That's yours isn't it..." She shifted " s-s-sorry Electra, I didn't realize" She didn't look at me. But I am pretty sure she could feel my evils through her skull.<br />
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" You just wait, when you go to sleep I will-" a burst of pain silenced me. It was time.<br />
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" What are you going to call him?" Asked Debbie<br />
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" Fletcher and I are not talking to you" I turned away<br />
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" Fletcher..." She rolled the name around in her mouth. I don't think she took the hint<br />
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" It's OK Fletcher, you will understand when you get older. We are not speaking to her. She stole my paper bag" I whispered into his ear. I looked at Debbie again, she stared back expectantly " Fletcher says that We will have a magnificent garden party, and you are not invited" She looked at my child, and as my heir would: He stuck his tongue out at her<br />
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" Definitely yours" Debbie never took her eyes from Fletcher.<br />
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The door bell rang.<br />
I wondered dreamily to it. I went to grab the handle, however before I could turn it, it did it itself. Magic was my first thought. But no, instead of Merlin the wizard, a rather more interesting person emerged.<br />
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" Well hey there Electra!" She shouted in my face " Look at you! Look at your house! Is that your child? I want a cookie, can I have a cookie? Cookies are good, almost as good as grass, like grass me. Where do you stand on grass? I mean obviously you stand on grass, but that's not what I mean..." She barged past me<br />
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" H-" I tried to get a word in<br />
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" Nice kitchen!" She bellowed from there " I have a kitchen, well my parents have a kitchen, well that is obvious, everybody has a kitchen!... At least I think they do... hopefully."<br />
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" Loren?" I tried to get a word in as she drifted through the kitchen, pulling out various items from my cupboards " Why are you here?"<br />
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" Want to come to mine?" She asked out of the blue " Well.. I say mine, it's a friends, but it's OK I practically live there anyway"<br />
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" We-" She pulled me by the arm out of the door and into a taxi. She worked fast.<br />
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We arrived at a quiet place, outside of the city. An ordinary looking village. Next to a supermarket, the best type. Loren grabbed my arm and once again, dragging me to a door. Next to it a number 9.<br />
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" Do you like the number nine?" Rushed Loren " I like the number nine, but then again. I would, I do live here after all. Well kinda, Get off my back I am allowed her OK!?" We went inside, Loren still had me by the arm. We came to a door.<br />
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" Welcome to the bedroom!" Loren bounced<br />
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" Is it your bedroom?" I asked curiously<br />
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" Would you believe me if I said yes?" She laughed. And if I am honest, I wouldn't and therefore I didn't. I had met her many years ago, she followed me home, claiming that a caravan with wings was telling her to do so. She was odd. And anybody that odd, was not pretending. Strange child.<br />
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" Come in!" She shouted at me, she had moved from my side, into the bedroom. It was filthy. She sat on the bed at the over side of the room.<br />
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" Is that your computer?" I asked as she typed away, humming an un-translatable song.<br />
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" Errr... No, but she won't mind... Too much" She fidgeted.<br />
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" So, Loren... Would you care to tell me, exactly who this house belongs too?" I heard the door swing open and the sound of voices<br />
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" Why don't you ask her yourself?" She grinned. The door to the bedroom swung open and in walked a girl, a girl the same age as Loren, or appeared to be anyway. She didn't look all that dissimilar to Loren, except her hair colour.<br />
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" Loren..." The girl began " What are you doing on my computer? Are you pretending to be me on Facebook again?" Her face changed " I will gag you... And who is this!?"<br />
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" Oh that..." She stuttered " Is Electra, she is a friend, it's OK Sarah"<br />
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" You don't have any friends Loren" Sarah said to her " Other than me, and mind Loki. Forget that actually mind Loki said you look like a baboon" She looked at me " If she is holding you prisoner, just run, I will fend her off" I didn't move. In all the commotion I didn't notice the two people to follow Sarah in. Loren did.<br />
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" Who are the colourful peeps!?" Loren leaped up and ran towards the visitors, looking excitedly at them.<br />
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" The blue one is Skye... Skye isn't it?" She looked at the one she called Skye " And the orange one is Paisley" She waved at Loren, then at me.<br />
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" Why are they here?" I asked<br />
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" We needed to use the toilette" Paisley said in an American accent. I like Americans, they made jerky, and so that makes them cool, like jerky.<br />
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Paisley was the first to approach me. She took my hand and simply said " Paisley, Paisley Parker, pleased to meet you Electra..."<br />
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" Danton, Electra Danton" I replied<br />
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" Pleased to meet you Electra Danton- Cool hair by the way"<br />
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" Thanks" Was all I could say before Skye approached me. She looked at me then tilted her head<br />
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" Lecci" She said, still in deep thought " I am gonna call you Lecci" She smiled at me " I also agree with Pais- you do have cool hair" I beamed back at her. I know where I had seen her!<br />
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" You are THE Skye and Paisley! The challenge mothers!" I practically bounced up and down with excitement.<br />
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" The one-" Said Skye<br />
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" Cool!" I shouted, I instantly regretted it, I could think of far better things to say<br />
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" Hey, say Lecci..." Started Skye " Want to come out for a drink? At a bar..."<br />
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" I don't really drink" I moped.<br />
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Paisley patted me on the back " You will When she is finished with you" Grinned Paisley<br />
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We had gotten ready by 8:00 pm. I was wearing a pair of shorts, with a pretty top, Paisley was wearing a pretty orange t-shirt ans Skye, was looking magnificent in a pretty dress. We begun the night sober. Something that Paisley warned, would not last for long.<br />
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A few drinks later Skye and I were really hitting it off. The night is very vague, and therefor it is a little abstract, here are the 'out-takes' of the night<br />
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My speech had become slurred " Hey Shkye- Ma nexsht kiddie shall be called Carrot, becush, Carrot ish a nish fruit, sho the kid would be nish too am I right?"<br />
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Skye wobbled her finger drunkly " Your logic is amazing peasant" She placed her hand on her hips " I am burdened with great destiny"<br />
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" That's right Skye, you are the great god Loki" Shifted Paisley " Now isn't it time to go home? You have had quite enough to drink"<br />
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" I think that she has had more..." Skye pointed at the unconscious me on the floor<br />
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I awoke in the arms of Paisley, alongside Skye who was singing the complete album to Phantom of the opera. I threw up on Paisley's shoes. I would usually apologize for this, but crazy-alcohol has running things so is laughed " Look! Now your shoes are the same colour as your hair!" I once again passed-out. For good this time.<br />
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I was awakened by an all too healthy Skye. As I opened my eyes, my head began to pound<br />
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" Want pan-cakes?" She shouted.<br />
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" My head hurts" I complained<br />
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" Oh, sorry. Want pan-cakes?" She whispered<br />
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" How are you walking around? You had more to drink than I did" I moaned<br />
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" Just practice I guess, but do you want pan-cakes?"<br />
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" Sure" I replied<br />
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I stumbled down-stairs. And the smell of fresh pan-cakes hit me. I breathed in the scent, savoring it. The pan-cakes were quickly devoured and Skye began speaking<br />
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" Well Pais and I will be leaving soon, you know babies to have and such"<br />
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I didn't want them to go, and I still had to know what happened last night.<br />
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" Yo want to know what happened last night don't you?" Skye said. I was amazed, she had read my mind o.O " Well we went to see Phantom in the theater then we went to the bar, we then took Paisley to a sweet shop- just to watch her head explode. Then you passed out" I never knew what could happen when I was drunk. Now I do.<br />
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Then I had an idea " Skye?"<br />
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"Yes?"<br />
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" Can I come with you?"<br />
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" Come with me where?"<br />
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" To America!"<br />
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Skye froze " Why do you want to come to the States?"<br />
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" Come on Skye? Have you ever heard of an English challenge mother- that is still in England?"<br />
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"Well there is- There's- that girl who-, nah, I am lost. Sure Lecci"<br />
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" That was quick" I thought she would need more than just that<br />
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" You will keep our journey interesting." I was so happy, a new life. In the states.<br />
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"Come on Sarah!" I shouted to her up the stairs " The flight leaves in an hour!"<br />
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I tossed Fletcher in the air and he giggled with glee. I looked around the house that I had lived in for so little time. I would not miss it. My stomach lurched, something was not right, Sarah came bounding down the stairs, suit-case in hand. She had aged up so beautifully.<br />
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The flight was crowded, and Skye was singing out loud. Every word clear, Masquerade! Was the loudest, it turned a few heads. My stomach Hurt so bad.<br />
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" You OK?" Asked Skye<br />
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" Just a bit of a stomach ache" I replied<br />
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" Your pregnant" She said calmly. WHAT!?<br />
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I managed to keep my voice quiet " What do you mean I am pregnant?"<br />
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" I forgot to tell you, you got laid last night, by a strawberry, well not a strawberry as such, but he looked like one" That's when the realization hit me<br />
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" Oh my goodness! Where am I going to live!?" I panicked<br />
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Skye tossed me a key " All sorted, you have a nice little house, big enough to raise a family, not too far from mine, but far enough that you won't bother me"<br />
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"........oh" Was all I could manage<br />
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The house was perfect. All that I had ever wanted was right here, in the USA. My bump was really starting to show. And I had everything that I could possibly dream of.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849472974156426462.post-73015855316039397802012-08-06T16:37:00.000-07:002012-08-20T15:18:38.032-07:00The agent, the child and the flying pig (baby 2)<b>Before I start on my next post I would first like to apologize for the all-round bad quality of my last post. I promise I will improve it either when I have the time, or the mere motivation to do so. And with that, welcome to post #2</b><br />
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I awoke to a high-pitched squealing. It sounded like a constipated cat I thought, I giggled at my humorous comparison. I spun on my bed, so that my feet were directly above my fluffy slippers. Waiting for only a moment to re-orient myself. I slipped my feet into them.</div>
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"I'm coming!" I shouted at Sarah. Now that I write it down, it seems a little odd, what did I think she was going to say? 'oh that's fine mother, jolly good show'? She is just a baby after all.</div>
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I must have stood too quickly as I found myself grabbing onto some draws for balance. I stumbled sleepily into the hall, stopping only to sneeze.</div>
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I came to a halt outside of the epicenter of the noise. I slowly opened the door, not knowing what horror may fall before me. The child was on laid her back, screaming like a neutered kitten. Her mouth a perfect circle. And like a true mother... I didn't have a clue what was wrong with her.</div>
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I picked her up, she felt soft in my arms. I don't know why, but I felt so happy, it felt as if she belonged there. This I thought, is what being a mother is.</div>
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" Do you want food?" I asked hopefully, as if she'd answer " Are you bored?" I tried " Oh, god... You pooped didn't you" I winced, knowing that I would soon regret doing this. I lifted the child above my head, and placed my nose within proximity to her smell hole. I gagged, and had a fit of coughing, I panicked fighting to breath. I cringed then shook my head to re-focus, on the task in hand. Bugger.</div>
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What seemed like a life time later, it was finished. Thank the lord. I sat for a while, admiring my excellent taste in nappies. It had a pig on it. But not any old pig, no sir, it was a blue pig. I know right!? cool or what!?</div>
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" Damn it," I muttered I had forgotten about the social workers visit. I glanced over at Sarah in her crib, my sleeping angel.</div>
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"I'm coming!" I yelled at the closed door. I had to make disposal of the nappy. I ran to the kitchen, to the bin, it was full. I cursed to myself. "What am I supposed to do with this!?" I pondered, holding it away from my face as if it was a weapon. I was ignorant of anywhere else I could put it. This led to an idea. The window. I rushed to the window, sliding it oped a foot or so, I flung it out. I watched as it fell 11 floors, the blue pig, spinning. Flying.</div>
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I ran back to the door to the apartment. Just in time to stop the social worker from knocking that one more time.</div>
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I wake up in a hospital. I open my eyes quickly and I am forced to shut them again, because the light was so bright. Allowing my eyes time to adjust I re-opened them. This time the light was more bearable. The silence was broken by the noise of a swinging door and the swift entrance of a doctor, shortly followed by the social worker. Her red hair drifting behind her.<br />
" You had quite the fall miss Danton" The social worker conversed as the doctor prodded me with anything he could find in the room. That's when the realization hit me.<br />
" Where's Sarah?" I panicked.<br />
" Don't worry miss-"<br />
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" Call me Electra!" I shouted in her face. I felt rather guilty afterwards, remembering that I had yet to brush my teeth.<br />
" That is fine m- Electra" She continued " Sarah is safe in the hands of my colleagues" She assured me. She looked at her clip board. I was really beginning to dislike that clip board. By this time the doctor was standing at a distance poking me with what appeared to be a TV aerial. Once again the social worker peered down at her clip-board, then looking back up at me, to then return her gaze at the board<br />
" Electra Danton..." She began to say just in time. I hate it when people use my full name, it usually meant that I had done something wrong, or somebody was going to give me a lecture on how spitting in people's drinks or that cats were not invented to dye pink. " This is quite impressive" She interrupted my thoughts.<br />
" What's impressive?" I asked, now fairly curious.<br />
" These tests show an extreme fertility rate" She continued. Why was she telling me this? " Have you ever considered becoming a challenge mother?"<br />
" I- me? you think that I could be a challenge mother?" I was seriously surprised by her proposal.<br />
" Yes, obviously you wouldn't be alone, you will have me, and of course other challenge mothers behind you. You should also get an agent"<br />
" An agent!? I can't afford a packet of humbugs, never mind an agent... or even a house!"<br />
" Well..." She said as she flicked a piece of invisible dust off of her collar " Iv'e had some experience in the field, and well, with me as your agent your sponsor would fund your house-hold" This was all going so fast, I didn't actually know what was happening, did this mean I was hired? Was I now some sort of celebrity? My train of thought was interrupted once again by the doctor now prodding me with the end of a plant-pot.<br />
" I'll see you later to organize housing arrangements, in the mean time, get busy" She shot me a wink, then skipped out of the room. It took me a while to realize what she was implying but when the doctor disturbed me with a coat hanger, I soon realized. He was fairly cute, nice green hair, pretty brown eyes. What the heck!.<br />
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The now rather shaken up doctor was stumbling out of the room just as the social worker- well I guess I should probably start calling her Debbie- was entering.<br />
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" Are you ready?" She asked me, as she offered me a hand out of the hospital bed.<br />
" As ever" I replied, still rather startled by this sudden movement in life. She showed me to her car, it was a black-jag, it was shiny, and I have to say, I didn't mind being recognized in this car. The car pulled up just a few miles away from the hospital. And as I peered through the blackened windows, I saw my new home.<br />
I stepped out of the jag and stared in amazement at my house. So many sights! I ran around getting exited about everything...<br />
" Is that my car!?" I shouted at Debbie as I stocked my new convertible " It's red! oh my! Is that a pool!? I have always wanted a pool! And oh.. You didn't..." My eyes went wide as I gazed at Debbie " Is that a curly tree!?" She nodded and smiled " I really like that curly tree"<br />
" We haven't been inside yet Electra" Debbie tried to get through to me<br />
" Yes, yes, inside, like a normal person... inside" Inside was just as nice, perfect for raising a family. A large family, a family of 100, MY family of 100!<br />
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<b>Sorry about the bad quality of pictures and writing and my terrible sense of humor. </b><br />
<b>I would like to say one last thank you to my bast friend, without whom this challenge would not be... (I named the child after you by the way)</b><br />
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<b>Any comments would be appreciated, even bad ones. But that does not give you permission to throw things or give my computer a virus, just.... behave...</b><br />
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Okay. Calm down. The tests don't lie, do they?<br />
Breath in, out. In, out.<br />
My phone gave a sharp ring. Shit! It was Colton. Why did he always call at times like this? I looked down at my singing phone and sighed: not knowing whether I wanted to talk. I made my mind up. I slowly drew my finger towards the 'end call' button.<br />
It gave a tiny <i>beep</i> before the screen turned black again. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Not even that sexy beast...<br />
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A loud banging at the door made me jump, every thump only making my head ache more. Above the noise pounding was a women's voice. High pitched and crow-like. I rolled my eyes and turned the lock on the toilet door. I created a small gap, just big enough for me to see through, I saw the withered old face and groaned.<br />
" What mum?" I whined " I didn't do anything... recently"<br />
" Nothing, you have just been in there for a while now. Whats happening in there?" she tried to peer through the small gap in the door. Her eyes scrunched up and straining. It was obvious she couldn't see. Her eyes turned cold; colder than usual. " What have you been doing? and what do you mean 'recently'?"<br />
"err, nothing" I said quickly " I will be right out, promise..."<br />
we shared an awkward look for a second before mum began to talk again<br />
"well," she stuttered "then-"<br />
I closed the door before she could continue. I wished I could see her grumpy old face as the door was closed in her trap, I knew that it would be just as satisfying as I would imagine. I picked up my bag Orange and pink with red swirls on it man I loved that bag, and the blue-stick and wondered toward the door. I looked left and right, making sure I would not get confronted. Again. I slipped across the hallway, straight into my room I slammed the door behind me and slipped down the wall until I came to a stop at the floor. I wept. Every tear that rolled down my cheek ended up in a puddle at my feet. My make-up was ruined. My life was ruined.<br />
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A little while later I became conscious. I heard mother screaming my name and smelt my father burning lunch. Which I admit is a great achievement, I mean who else can burn cabbage?<br />
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I unlocked the door. My eyes met my mothers and she scowled. She looked me up and down. Probably trying to identify the difference in my appearance, she didn't succeed. She opened her mouth,<br />
"lunch" was all she said. But she didn't need to say much else. Her voice was always dark and witch like, filled with the disappointment of me. It has been like so for the past year, she seemed to think of me as rude; evil and rebellious. Just plane nasty. <i>I</i> hadn't changed, my <i>mother</i> had.<br />
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I walked down the stairs and sat at the table. It was not long before the parents began nagging and hissing " Elbows off the table" "stop eating like a pig" "don't play with your food" "stop being disgusting"<br />
I couldn't take any more. I stood abruptly and walked away storming up the stairs and slamming the door. It slammed and for that split second the house shook. I looked up at the light in my room; shaking frantically and making an elegantly irritating noise.<br />
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It did not take long for my mother to follow. She opened the door, and poked her head around the corner<br />
"what was that!?" she yelled "was that the way to act? NO it was not. Why can you not be more like your <i>brother</i>?<i> he</i> was always good, polite and look at <i>him</i> now, a priest, in a church. Why can't you have aspirations like <i>him</i>? you should be more like<i> him</i>" she sighed<br />
I looked up at her. I wanted nothing more than to cry. I didn't. I was always compared to my brother. Mother must have seen this because her face softened. I was almost shocked by this. She began to sit down, when her bottom touched the bed I heard a crack. I cringed. Mother looked back at me. A wave of shock came over her face. I considered that she may not react: she may understand... I couldn't have been more wrong. She sat up and picked the snapped object: a blue pregnancy test.<br />
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<b>" what is this?!" she fumed "how could you!? getting pregnant! you are only young! you should be ashamed you are a disgrace to the family! what would the neighbors think!? you slut!"</b><br />
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" hey! it's not my fault. And I am not a slut! mum why can't you just accept me? I just want you to love me!"<br />
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" no, " her expression became friendly " we can go to the doctors, they can sort it out, get rid of it" she whispered<br />
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"NO!" I screamed " I am keeping it! I am not killing a harmless baby"<br />
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" Not in this house Hun'"<br />
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"FINE" I stormed out of the door and down the stairs. Out of the front door I ran. I didn't know where to go. I had nowhere to go. Just away. My feet were killing me but I did not stop. Every step sending a pulse of pain through my body. I would not stop until I was as far away as possible. The sun was replaced by blackness and my eyes began to shut. I fought it; I fought it with all I had left, but I fell asleep all the same.<br />
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I awoke the next morning in the middle of a wood. Surrounding me. Every one of their spindly fingers pointing at me every animal glaring and scowling. I had to get out of here. As I stood I felt a kick. I gasped, the baby, it just kicked! I felt so happy, more so than in years. As I progressed on my journey the kicks became harder and harder.<br />
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The sun seemed to be getting closer and beads of sweat were on my face. I was beginning to lose all hope when I heard a voice: many voices and cars. A city!<br />
It didn't take long for me to find an ideal hotel. It was cheap, and they never said a word about my belly. I liked that<br />
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Before I knew it the baby was due. I pushed for hours, dealing with the panicked screams of cleaners and guests, every one drawn by the horror of it. My mind was telling me to give up however I listened to my heart, I carried on pushing. Eventually after what seemed like hours I heard the small cries of my baby. Her cries a tune in my ears. I looked around at the crowd assembled around me, Many were trying to hold back the tears I knew were forming and one woman was being treated for fainting. How I loved my new baby girl, she would be the only thing in my world, and I would love her for all I was worth.<br />
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