The birth of Natasha and Pepper was surprisingly easy, they both just popped out and were ready to sleep as was I.
The letter box clanked, causing me to awake from my slumber.
At that moment the wail of a baby came through the house. I was forced to get up -_-

" Muuuuuum!" Shouted one of the children " Tony is crying!"

" Really?" I mocked " I hadn't noticed"

The nursery door was shut. I could just tell that what was behind it would not be pretty.

Turns out I was wrong.

Tony was standing in his crib- screaming elegantly. When he saw me he became silenced.
I picked him up.

" 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

"P-p-poopy" He giggled despite himself

I really regretted asking him that. And so- cruelly disappointed in myself I changed his nappy.

Long after Poppy, Emilia and Charlie had left I heard the door swing open.
Tristan walked in- grabbing me from behind and kissing my neck. He held out a handful of letters and envelopes.

I grabbed the assorted coloured letters from him. All of them with fancy hand-written writing on them
'Electra Danton open on the 27th'
I sighed.

Tristan looked at me " I's your birthday soon?" he looked at me again " Why was I not informed? How old will you be?"

" Sixteen" I giggled. (joking obves)
He held me tighter. Then suddenly let go.

" I need to go-" He said emotionless " Sandra will be home soon"
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.

" Bye" I sighed. He smacked my bottom as he left. I giggled and watched him go.

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I needed to find a new father, and fast. So I looked.on the best place possible- Ebay.

4 hours later a large package arrived. I signed for it and I swear I saw it move. I dragged it inside.

" Ouch" Came a muffled cry. I dropped it on the ground. " Be gentle"

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?"

He turned red, well, red-ish " N-no" He shook

I nodded " Well, it will speed things up"

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.
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:

" HOUSE MEETING!" I called upstairs " NOW!"

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.

" We don't spend enough time together" I said, so, I decided that we are all going to do something together."

" Cool" Exclaimed charlie " What are we gonna do?"

" Ah, That's the thing... I don't actually know"

Poppy rolled her eyes, " We should have a picnic!" She said

" Excellent" I agreed " Where's the picnic blanket?" I scanned the room.

" C-cute story mum..." I heard Emilia quiver " Tony and I were playing a game... And I burned it"

" You were playing with fire?!"

" We were mimicking that book, how did you know?"

" You-" I looked at Emilia "-Are grounded. You-" I turned to Charlie "- Need to come up with another idea."

" We could just have a big night in..." He smiled. And I smiled back.

That evening was so much fun. And a great way to build up to the aging up.

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.

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.

Charlie is a handsome chap, full of life and love, he loves animals and volunteers at a dogs home.

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

Natasha has black hair, and blue eyes. She is very adventurous and loves to explore her surroundings, nothing scares her.

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.

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.

Babies 7 and 8 LATE BABY!

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.
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.

" Mummy?"Poppy said, swaying on her feet.

" Child?" I said lazily

" What happens at school?" She looked down " Fletcher said they make you slaves- and- and- bullies flush your head down the toilet"

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 lied, I am not that guy."

She looked at me then her eyebrows curved " Bu-But Fletcher said-"

" Yes well Fletcher is going to be the one becoming a slave" I murmured

" What?"

" Nothing."

Poppy stood up, a smile slowly settling upon her face. She span around " How do I look?" She giggled

" 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.

" 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.

" Why did you tell Poppy that people would bully her in school?" I shouted

Fletcher giggled to himself " Just a bit of fun mum, harmless"

I glowered " Not for my little Pop it wasn't"

" Jeez mum, take a chill pill"

" That's it, you are grounded!"

" But Muuuuum" He whined

I glared at him " Now" I said purposefully " Rub my feet"

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.

" That is not what it is designed for" he whined at me as if I was a child.

" That''s exactly what you would say" I replied " You don't have one. You are just jealous."
He studied me. And he made the right decision to not continue this argument,he would not win. Nobody ever wins.

Fletcher murmured something.

" What?" I asked

"I said nothing"I gave him the evils and he broke his silence " I need to go to school"
Oh. I thought to myself. Damn school; getting in the way of my foot massage.
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.
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.
I took the two of them to playschool.

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.
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

" Hey good lookin'" He said as he swung me around.

I leaned in closer to place my lips onto his " Tristan, nice to see you" I said between kisses " Your wife out?"

He laughed into my mouth " Yeh, working late"

I held him tighter. " We should-" I gasped " Shut the- door"

" Oh yeh" He kicked the door and it shut obediently. He slid his hand up my top and tried to undo my bra

" 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.
2 minutes later we were sat on the bed.

" That-" He pointed to my bump " Is getting in the way"

I sighed " Yeh, sorry about that"

He turned to look at me " I'm thirsty"

" I suppose you want me to make you coffee then" I said as I lifted myself from the bed. He nodded.

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.
A sudden pain hit me: Causing me to drop the cup. It fell to pieces.

It was time.

Tristan came running in. " W-w-what happened?" He came in closer " Whats going on?"

I screamed

" Darn" Was all he said

He screamed at me as I doubled over in pain. Pushing down on my bump " Not here" I whimpered " Not now"

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.

" Who is that man?" Asked Poppy

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

Her eyebrow raised " He's in his Pj's"

" 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.

It wasn't long before I got fed up of Tristan 'the postman's' Wailing so I kicked him out.
Fletcher had called a midwife- even after me insisting I didn't need one.

The man that delivered my babies was a dopey looking fellow. Big ears, slight overbite and magnificent cheek bones.
I placed the new boy Into the cribs, the midwife (or is it husband?) Standing at the door, waiting for me to dismiss him.
Instead I dragged him into the bedroom and tumbled on top of him. the look on his face was priceless.

" M-m-mam" He quivered " You have just given birth- I don't think it's safe- Or legal"

" 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"

After midwife/ husband had stumbled out I aged up the kiddies.

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

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

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

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.

Tony is unique- really smart. I haven't had long enough to get to know him properly...

(thankyou Becks for the pose!)

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>insert witty title here< Baby 6

There is a change of appearances of my family because I have a new computer, hope you enjoy!

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.
Emilia and Charlie.
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.

" 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.

" 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.
I would have to... I gasped... Tidy-up.
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.
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'.

I held the empty packet up to my face. My hand trembling as I grasped it. 'My cookies' I mumbled
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.
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.

" Hello!" She said in a silky, perky voice.

" Erm, hello" I said in return

" My name is Natalie, I am Skye's friend"

" Well my name is-"

" I know your name Electra" She said quickly.

" Oh..." I said, my opportunity to introduce myself had been taken. And so, slightly dis heartened I said " And what is your name?"

" 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.

A high pitched noise filled the house. Causing Natalie to cover her ears. She opened her mouth to speak

" Are you killing cats in this house?!" She shouted over the noise

I cringed " No, that'll be the babies"

" Your'e killing babies!? You sick woman"

I shook my head " No, they're crying"

" Make it stop." She simply said. And I planned to.
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

" Errr..." I heard

I turned to see straight what she could. " I will kill them" I muttered

" Oh my..." I heard Nat say quietly.

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.

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.

" O-oh no" She stuttered " I didn't mean to crush the toy..." She looked at Poppy sympathetically. " I am sorry Pop-"

I felt a stone in my throat, I looked at the crushed action figure.

" Sorry Pop, or was it one of your other children's?" She turned to me.

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.
I heard the door open.

" Look, I didn't mean to break your toy..." Natalie said apologetically.

" 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"

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"

This was all sounded a little repetitive. And yet, the reply slipped from my lips " Yes"

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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.
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.

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.
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.
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.

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.
I wondered downstairs, toward Nat. She offered my food. I took it without question, as I sat down I just had to ask:
" What happened last night?"

" Ah," She said " You don't remember do you?"

I shook my head.

" 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"

I looked at her " I did that?"

" I was as surprised as you are now" Wow. Didn't see that one coming.

She held up a hand full of pictures in her hands. " You want to see what happened last night?" She asked

NO " Yes" I whispered

" Who is the yellow guy?" I asked

" haven't got a clue, some townie, seemed to take a shine to you though"

" Interesting-" I was about to say something else when my stomach churned. Oh god no.

I aged up the children, Nat helping me.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The bump. Is getting bigger. And despite the back pain, I was looking forward to the chance of orange kids.

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