More Than Friends- Babies 59 and 60

I never really liked long distance relationships and tried to stay away from them whenever possible. Whenever I had the option to either break up with the guy and run away or move with him to some far off land--such as China--I tended to say bye and go back to being a single orange. The only exception to that rule was James, and now Skye.

We weren't exactly lovey-dovey--considering she lives thousands of miles away--but I still loved her more than anything (other than my children, of course).

She always made sure to send a good night text before it was time for bed in Sunlit Tides, and it always ended with "I love you," which made me smile uncontrollably every time.

My kids didn't take the news so civilly. "YOU'RE-- WHAT? THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE. HOW HAVE YOU POPPED OUT FIFTY EIGHT KIDS? YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE MEN LIKE THAT!" Chloe was the most confused, but she eventually came around and started calling Skye "Mumzy."

After I found some stability, Chloe and Lincoln stepped up to the vanilla birthday cake and blew out their candles, turning into gorgeous young adults. Chloe, her gorgeous red hair long and curly, is a piano teacher, running her business out of her home (which she shares with Lincoln). Lincoln is a soccer player and is very fancied by many of the girls in our town. He, being a boy, takes advantage of this and, in his words, "is exploring his options." Those poor girls he broke up with will probably never love again. Oh, who am I kidding, most of my sons can make up for their older brother's damage (clearly, I am joking. Sort of, anyway).

Molly and Simon were next, and I am not at all ashamed to say that neither of them changed. At all. Molly is still completely "nerdy," reading like a mad man when she isn't working on her algebra. Simon, being her male equal, is also considered a nerd among their peers. He still enjoys chess, and spends most of his time locked up in the study playing on the computer or in the basement, playing on the table.

Jeremy has taken to a path that I haven't seen any of my kids take in a long time, probably since baby number six, Serin. Of course, since he's still pretty young, he isn't sneaking out to clubs when I'm asleep like she did, but he doesn't exactly follow my rules. When we aren't arguing, he's sneaking out of the house and to the park to hang out with his friends. Let's just say that the majority of the time, he's grounded and is supposed to be in his room with nothing to look at but the wall.

Our second Parker family photo turned out to be really cute, so I hung it up in my bedroom, where it will hang until I can get Skye to build me my house.

Once Chloe and Lincoln moved out, I was left with only three kids in my company, which I really do not like. I prefer to have a mini army of my spawn running around the house, so I got cracking on finding the next challenge father. This time his name was Harvey Deed, and he looked exactly like my friend Hadley Reed! I loved this father a lot, since Hadley makes a really great man.

After I had picked up his contribution, I headed off to the diner where Skye would be meeting me for lunch. When I arrived, anxious to see my girlfriend for the first time since she left Sunlit Tides, I sprinted into the building and searched around the crowded room for her. "Paisley!" she called, sitting in a corner booth. I skipped over to her and sat down, grinning broadly.

"Hey Skye," I smiled.

"Hello," she replied, and without much hesitation she scooted over to me and planted a kiss on my lips. "I've been really excited to see you, but I can't keep coming here, you know. Someday you're going to have to come to Cherwood to see me. I can't be expected to all of the work."

I nodded. "I know, but there's something I've been meaning to ask: What's happened with Ellie?" Eloise Honnette was my cousin who had been dating Skye, and it had appeared that they were going to be together forever. Until, that is, Skye showed up at my doorstep and we started dating. "You told me that you broke up with her but I don't know much after that."

She sighed. "Well, she understood and said that she could see something between the two of us long before either of us figured it out, but I could tell that she was sad. Some of my sources claim to have seen her crying in the park, and I feel bad."

I looked down at my hands on the table, ashamed of myself. How could I do that to my own flesh and blood? When all of this first happened I was concerned that Ellie would take her blind rage out on me, but once I knew what was actually happening, I would have preferred that to what I was feeling. Skye seemed to have read my mind, because she said, "You know, she doesn't blame you. She said that specifically."

I shook my head weakly. "She's just saying that. She hates me, I just know it. I'd hate me too if I stole my girlfriend that I was supposed to be with forever."

"I know you don't believe in soul mates, Paisley, so don't start claiming you do to create a reason to blame yourself for this. You tend to do that a lot, even when a situation is completely out of your control."

"But this wasn't!" I said, louder than I intended, earning a few looks from irritated diners. "I had the power to turn you away and send you back to Ellie, but did I? No!"

Skye's purple eyes widened and she rested her hand on mine in an attempt to settle me and shook her head. 

I laughed wearily. "Why do you even love me?" I whispered.

She shrugged. "I dunno," was her dull reply. At my shocked expression, she added, "You're just loveable, I guess. And you're kinda cute." She grinned and leaned in to kiss me again, but was stopped short at the sound of an angry voice.

"Hey freaks, just because you enjoy mackin' on each other, does not mean that we enjoy watching it!" yelled a man at the bar, watching us with disgust etched on his face.

"I agree, it's completely disgusting with people can get away with these days," said a woman next to him, wearing the same expression.

"Excuse me," seethed Skye, pulling away from me and standing up. "I didn't ask for your opinion. If you have a problem with the way we live our lives then you can get the hell out of here or you can keep your stupid mouth shut. I will not be insulted like this just because I'm a little different."

I sank back into my seat, proud of her but deathly afraid at the same time. I don't think that I have ever seen her so angry before.

"Now I won't stand here and lecture you about how we should all be treated equally, but if you open your mouth again I swear to God I will rip off what makes you a so-called man and chuck it into the ocean." I snorted and she turned around, smirking triumphantly. "Now, where were we?" she asked, leaned in and kissed me. No, not a light graze, but what would have been considered the start of a full-on make out session.

She pulled me up out of the booth and we walked out of the diner, making the sight of us holding hands visible to the man and woman at the bar.

"It's really fun to mess with people," she said as we slid into my car. "Just another perk to being a lesbian, I suppose." She was obviously being sarcastic, but at the same time it seemed that she really did like to use her sexual preferences to anger other people. But in all honesty, it really was fun to watch her yell at certain idiots.

The drive home was rather silent, but not exactly an awkward silence. I spent most of the time thinking about how I was going to tell my family. I really didn't talk much to any of them, for reasons I really didn't understand yet, but I still felt that me being gay was kind of something I should share with the people who gave me life.

Since I lived so far away from them, the only way to get in contact with them was over the phone. "Just do it quick, like ripping off a band aid," Skye advised me as I dialed my parent's number and held the phone up to my ear. "It'll make it easier."

I nodded and when Dad picked up I said, "Dad, there's no easy way to say this, so here it goes: I'm gay."

There was a chilling silence that lasted much longer than I liked. "I know," he replied simply.

"W-what?"

"I said I know," he said. "I've known since you were a teenager. I dunno, don't ask me how I knew, I just did. I'm your father."

After this was said, it was much easier to tell my mother, Chase and Cassie. Mom replied the same way, whereas my siblings were slightly shocked, but didn't take long to comprehend what I had just told them. It was soon over, so Skye and I slumped down onto the floor and watched a little bit of one of our favorite animes, Ouran High School Host Club.

After watching that for much longer than we should have, we headed to bed and I slipped into a very peaceful slumber, dreaming of nothing.  

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A few days later, I gave birth to babies fifty nine and sixty, Harry and Hermione Parker!

I have just got to book five of Harry Potter and now I am going through my obsession. First stage: naming Paisley's babies after HP characters. So there. ^_^