So Many Elves- Babies 63 and 64

Jeremy ends up being quite the heart breaker. His shiny blonde hair still has to be swept to the side every day or all hell breaks loose. Like most of my kids, he moves out without a girlfriend and heads to college, this time to become an elementary school teacher.

Harry and Hermione are up next. Hermione ages up to have long brown hair that she styles the same way every day. Her sarcasm is just getting worse (or better, whichever way you look at it) but that's one of the reasons I love her. Harry has brown hair, although slightly darker and has an obsession with bugs. Not good. Not good at all. I have a paranoia of anything even resembling bugs. Anything. Every time he brings in a new spider or caterpillar, I scream and book it to my bedroom, leaving Harry and Hermione laughing in my wake. But I put up with it, because I know it makes him happy. 

Ginny and Cho... Oh, I literally cannot describe their cuteness. Ginny! I really am terrified that I'm going to explode every time I go near that girl! Her stunning yellow eyes and her shiny orange hair! Gah! I'm constantly snuggling her, since she loves to cuddle, and she is pretty attached to me. She seems to be most comfortable when in my arms, which I don't mind, not at all! I love holding that sweetie! Cho, although equally adorable, prefers to be as far away from me as possible, and considering she's only a toddler, is starting to scare me. What is it going to be like when she's a teenager? Will it be a repeat of something I've seen so many times before in my challenge? Both of them also have freaking ADORABLE elf ears, which makes me love them even more, somehow.

I lined the kids up outside and grinned broadly at them, eyeing them carefully. Why must all of my kids be so perfect?! I snapped the picture and gazed at it, smiling absently as I put it in my special picture box. After I did that, I hugged Jeremy good bye and watched him drive away to his life away from home.

With less than forty babies left, I laid down on my bed and thought about what was going to happen when I finished the challenge. I did realize that the time where I laid my 100th baby in their crib wouldn't come for a while, but I was getting closer and closer to that day with every baby that I had, and it was worrying me. I didn't know anything but my challenge anymore, and although I was sure Skye and I would probably get married after I was done, I still didn't know how I felt about it.

I laid on my bed for hours, waiting for nothing, really. I didn't feel like getting up, or moving at all, even though I had more than a ton of things to do that day. Suddenly, someone started banging so loudly on the front door that I could hear it from my room, which was fairly far away from it. I shot off my bed and sprinted to the door, flung it open, and was surprised to see Elrond the elf standing there, staring at me with no emotion in his red eyes.

"H-hello," I stuttered, trying to remember why he was here.

He must've read my mind, because he said, "I am here to be the first elf challenge father. Don't you remember? You said I could."

I clapped my hands excitedly at this memory. "Oh yes! Hello Elrond! Yes, you can just donate your contribution to the sperm bank--"

"Actually," he interrupted, holding up his hand. "That won't work. You see, elves don't... populate the same way that humans do."

"Erm... What do you mean?"

"Well, it's hard to explain. But when you have an elf challenge father, you'll need to do it the, um, normal way." That was the first time--even though I had only met him a few days earlier--that he had seemed unsure of what to say.

I raised my orange eyebrows, shocked. "Oh... Okay," I muttered, allowing him in. He walked straight to the bedroom, clearly expecting to do it now. "Well okay then Mr. Pushy," I said under my breath as I followed in his footsteps.

I got into the bed where Elrond sat, waiting for me. We stripped off our clothes and, well, you know what happens next. It was strange: it was the first time that I felt guilty about having someone's baby. I was with Skye now, and it felt like cheating, even though I knew that she'd tell me differently.

 When we finished, I ushered him out the door and walked to the kitchen, beginning to prepare dinner for the kids.

When I didn't say a word as we sat at the table above our dinner, Hermione squeaked, "Mommy, are you okay?"

"Yeah, you're really quiet," Harry added.

"Quiet!" Ginny giggled from her high chair as Cho followed her lead, shouting, "Quiet!"

I chuckled. "Well, yes, I'm fine."

"No you're not, tell me what's wrong," said Hermione.

I sighed. "You're too young."

"Then call Aunt Skye."

"That would just make it worse."

Harry huffed, setting down his fork. "Either you call Skye or you don't get dinner!"

"Excuse me," I said, rather enjoying myself. "Are you threatening me, mister?"

He nodded firmly. "You bet I am. Hermione, grab her plate!" His sister hopped up from her chair, jacked my food and sprinted to the kitchen where I heard her chuck it into the trashcan.

"What the--"

"Mom, call Skye!" He thrust my cell phone into my hand, so I obeyed. I suppose it wouldn't hurt just to tell her my concerns, could it?

I dialed her number and walked to my bedroom, sitting on the bed as I listened to the ringing. A moment later, the voice of my girlfriend piped up on the other line, "Hey Parker!"

I smiled at the sound of her. I truly loved her British accent. "Hey."

"I can hear how sad you are. What's goin' on?"

I explained to her how I felt that I cheated, and she said calmly, "Geez, you're an idiot."

"Excuse me!" I exclaimed defensively. "That was mean, thank you!"

She laughed warmly. "Paisley, it's okay! Don't think that, please. You did not cheat on me. It's just your job."

"I'm sorry, but that doesn't make me feel any better, Everard. It really doesn't. I can't explain it, but I just... I feel bad."

She sighed. "I wish I didn't live so far away. I want to come over there and slap you."

"You know, I think I'm just gonna go to bed. Night," I said quickly and hung up the phone, letting it slip out of my hand and fall to the floor with a thud. I fell back on my mattress and closed my now-strikingly yellow eyes, hoping to fall asleep.

When no such miracle happened, I slid out of my bed and headed to the living room, sitting down on the plush cushions and turning on the TV. I watched my new favorite show, Supernatural, for a while before my eyes suddenly felt like lead. Closing them once more, I fell asleep while the TV screen flashed, changing from one scene to another.

When I awoke, Hermione sat in front of the TV, playing with her teddy bear who she named, yes, Teddy. "Hermione?" I asked wearily, pushing myself up so I sat up straight and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

She jumped slightly and turned around, anger in her pretty eyes. "Well then! Thanks for that, Mother!" she said dramatically. "You almost made me pee my pants!"

I laughed loudly and stood up. "Sorry, hon. What are you doing?"

"Having a private conversation with Teddy, so off you go!" She pointed towards the archway leading out of the living room. "Leave us to ourselves!"

I giggled and obeyed her, leaving the room and hoping to find Harry somewhere in the house. "Oh Harry!" I called. "Harry Potter!"

I heard him groan in the kitchen. "You wish Harry Potter was as amazing as me. I AM THE TRUE WIZARD." I went in the direction of his voice and found him reading none other than Harry Potter. Sitting down across from him at the table, I stared at him intently. When he noticed this, he looked at me curiously.

"What?" he asked defensively. "Can't a guy read his wizarding books without being judged by his elf mother?"

I shrugged and grinned. "Most amazing sentence I've ever heard come out of your mouth."

He smirked up at me. "It's what I do."

I placed a hand on my stomach and was slightly surprised to feel a small bump in place of my usually--although I suppose not really--flat tummy. I smiled and got around to doing my usual chores. Man, I feel like I've said that way too many times in the past year.

A few days later, my water broke and I gave birth to babies sixty three and sixty four, Minerva and Sirius Parker! 

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'Allo! Hope you enjoyed the post! 
I was going to write this huge, special post for Halloween, but then I realized I didn't have enough time, so you got this one instead. ^_^
But anyway, happy Halloween everyone! (and I'll try to get the next post out sooner this time)

My Pointy Eared Surprise- Babies 61 and 62

Once again, I'm sorry for how short/rushed this post is. I was running out of ideas/motivation, and I just wanted to get it posted. I hope you enjoy it regardless! And sorry for the lack of pictures. I ran into some complications while taking the screenshots, but hopefully the next one will be photo plentiful. 

Molly and Simon aged up into gorgeous young adults, ready to head off on their own. Simon is currently in medical school, while Molly's going to college to become a scientist. She won't really tell me exactly what kind of science she wants to get into. "That is for me to know and for you to find out," she said. Meh, can't really argue with her, can I? 

 

Jeremy  goes next and, oh my word, is he perfect! He takes great care of his sleek blonde hair, combing it to the side each morning, and if it isn't right the first time, he will do it over and over again until he looks "flirtatious." His purple eyes remind me a lot of Skye's, so I have no idea how he actually got them. His father had blue eyes. Ah well, just one of those genetic mysteries, huh?

 

Next up are Harry and Hermione. Hermione ages up to be a Hadley Reed clone, which makes it extremely hard to look away from her because she's just so cute! She's already picking up sarcasm, the kind that would make Hadley proud. Harry is an adorable little boy, with his dark hair, but he doesn't look too much like either of his parents, which I don't mind. I still love him as much as Hermione. 

The kids line up for our next family photo, and it turns out just as adorable as the rest, but I can't really hang up each of these photos, so I store it for safe keeping where I can pull it out and admire it as much as I want later on in life. 

Once we've taken the last photo, Molly and Simon leave my house for good, and my phone starts to ring. "Everard!" I exclaimed once I pushed talk. "What's up? You usually don't call me until later in the day."

"I finished your house," she explained, causing excitement to burst through me immediately. "You and the kids can move in whenever you'd like. I'll send you the address, but I can't come with you to it, although I wish I could."

"Oh that's fine, I know you have to stay home with your many kids. Thanks Everard! See you later!"

"Bye, love ya," she said quickly and hung up. Her rushed behavior wasn't all that surprising to me: she had spent the last few weeks working on my house and she still had her children that she had to worry about. Now that she was finished with my needs, she had to get caught up on her spawn's wants.  

Considering I didn't need to take my furniture with me since Skye bought new pieces for me, the kids and I packed up our dishes and cups, piled into the car and headed to our new home.

My mouth dropped when I entered it. It was perfect! It really helped that Skye knew me better than anyone else, because she designed everything to my taste... and it was orange! Orange everywhere! I was in orange heaven! The walls, the floors... ORANGE! Well, some of the floors were the color of Skye's hair, but still! (I guess she had to put herself in there somehow)  

Before I got a chance to look around the house though, I headed to the sperm bank and picked up the next father's contribution! His name was Alan Rights, and looked exactly like Amber Lights. If I was correct, he should be the last challenge mother look-a-like, so I could continue onto other fathers that didn't resemble my friends. 

After doing all that, I headed to my new house and took a look around. I wouldn't want to bore you with pictures of my house, so I'll just say that it's very nice, m'kay?

After we were able to settle into the house, my phone began to ring again. Putting it up to my ear, I said, 

"Hello?"

"Hello Ms. Parker," said the deep, strangely mysterious voice. "My name is Elrond. Let's keep this brief. I am an elf, and my species is endangered. I was wondering if you'd like to join our race and help us populate 

the world with elves?"

"Sure!" I said, unable to control myself. Hey, I was once a vampire, I'm sure being an elf would be a piece of cake. And I'd get those cool pointed ears, and all my children would too!

"Great, I will be over there quickly." The moment he hung up, the doorbell rang. Curious, I walked over to the door, opened it, and wasn't at all shocked to see a large man with dark purple hair, purple skin, and bright red eyes on my doorstep. "Hello, I am the elf you talked to a moment ago."

"Hello," I said, taken aback momentarily at his overall gorgeousness. "How does it work, exactly?"

He grabbed my hand, took out a large needle, and sunk it into my flesh. "Gah!" I cried, not expecting it to hurt that bad.

"This process is going to be long and painful. I would suggest going to your room and putting a towel into your mouth to muffle you screams."

"What!?" I yelled. "Screams!? It's really going to hurt that bad!?"

"Yes, I will call you once you have had the babies you are pregnant with now. I expect you will let me be the first elf  father." And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared.

"What--What the hell just happened?" I muttered to myself, closing the door and heading to the boy's room. 

"Jeremy, I need you to watch the kids. I'm, uh, gonna be in my room for a while. If you hear screams just... Ignore them, 'kay?" I said through the door.

"M'kay, Mom," he replied absently, leaving me free to go to my room and lay down. I set a grey wash cloth next to me as I lay there, prepared to put it in my mouth and bite down on it.

When nothing happened for about an hour, I allowed myself to fall asleep. It wasn't until about midnight that I awoke with a start. A searing pain shot through my entire body, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. I let out a loud scream and quickly stuffed the cloth into my mouth, biting down on it as hard as I could.

For the first hour, I flailed around on my bed, unable to control myself. The pain grew steadily worse, and all I wanted was to die where I was. The pain abruptly stopped, leaving me whimpering, afraid to move.

Then my ears began to burn, and another searing pain burst through them. After about five minutes, when the pain stopped, I put my hand up to one of my ears and was slightly surprised to feel not my usual round ones, but pointed ones.

Through the rest of the night, all I wanted to do was strangle someone. I don't remember ever being that uncomfortable. I eventually fell asleep, but was greeted with terrible, unsettling dreams, where I first murdered my children, my parents and my siblings, and then Skye.

When I awoke again, the sun was peaking in through the shutters on my window and sweat was dripping down my face. I pushed myself off of my bed and looked into the mirror. What I saw was completely not... me.

My eyes were a pale yellow-y color, and my ears were really pointy. Examining myself in awe, I grinned widely. I was an elf! Maybe all the pain I had gone through over the night would be worth it!

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A few days later, even though I was still adjusting to no longer being human, I gave birth to babies sixty-one and sixty-two, Ginny and Cho Parker! 

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. ^_^

Baby 58: Part Two- Now I See It...

'Allo! Before you read I'd just like to point out the poll on the right side of mah blog, in case you didn't see it, but you probably did. It would be cool if you could vote on it, because I'd really like to know what you think. And I do realize that she won't be finishing her challenge for a while, but I'd still like to know what will probably be in my future. :3 

And I'm sorry for how short this post is. Hopefully the next one will be longer. I also apologize for how little pictures there are. I honestly was too lazy and just wanted to get this post out as soon as possible. In fact, there's barely any. But really, pictures don't tell the story as well as the words, so we're good. ^_^

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Louise aged up to be one of the prettiest of my children (don't tell any of the other one's I said that). She still blames herself for what happened to Chloe, even though it wasn't her fault in any way. She broke up with Jeremy, (not all that surprising) and moved out on her own, tempted to start a challenge of her own. I, of course, support her and hope that maybe someday she can carry on my legacy.

Chloe and Lincoln also age up beautifully. Even though she can't remember her past, Chloe's not much different from before. She still loves to play the piano and gets straight A's in all of her classes. Although, since she's still pretty helpless, the twin's roles have reversed: nowadays, Linc is the one looking out of her, instead of the other way around. It warms my heart to see that although she can't remember how good of friends they used to be, they're even better friends now.

Molly and Simon  are adorable little kids who look a lot like Calista Smith (of course, since their father was a Calista look-a-like!) Molly is content to sit around all day and read, while Simon prefers to play chess in his free time. Since they both classify as "nerds" they get teased a lot, requiring me to go down to the school to straighten things out, which can get quite stressful.

Before Louise moved out of the house, all of the kids lined up to take the first ever family photo! I decided I wanted to begin doing this, just for fun, and to be able to snap a photo of all my kids together! 

Paisley, I need to talk to you. Now. Call me when you get this. The text I received from William worried me. It sounded urgent, so I dialed his number quickly. It rang for only a moment, and the next second Will's deep voice said, "Paisley, thank goodness."

"What is it you needed to talk about?" I asked, standing in the kitchen, sipping on a glass of orange juice Chloe had made.

He sighed sadly, sorrow spilling out of his voice. "I'm moving. To Sunlit Tides."

I furrowed my eyebrows, shocked at this news. "W-what?"

"I know, I'm sorry, but I accepted the date before I knew I was going to be living there. I have to move for my job because the models are apparently "more attractive" in sunny places, for whatever reason they might think that. I truly am sorry, but I don't think I can go through with this date knowing that I won't be able to have a second one with you."

"I'll come with you," I said quickly, no thinking involved in my choice of words. At all.

It was silent for a moment. "What?" was his surprised reply.

"I'll come with you," I repeated, more calmly.

"B-but why? We haven't even known each other that long, and we aren't even dating, so what would make 

you come with a man you barely know?"

"I don't know," I said, "I just want to get out of Sunset Valley. I've lived here for quite a while and I'm starting to get sick of it. I just need a new view, you know? And then I could still get my date with you."

I could hear the smile through what he said next. "That would... be really great, darlin'. Really, really, great."

I nodded and grinned. "Well, when do we leave?"

"I leave tomorrow, but you can come whenever you'd like."

So it was settled. I didn't really know what compelled me to make that abrupt decision, but I was glad I did. The time that I ended up spending in Sunlit Tides were some of the happiest of my life. 

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Within a week, me, Chloe, Lincoln, Molly and Simon were all standing at the exit of the Sunlit Tides airport, taking a deep breath, preparing ourselves for a new life that was waiting just a few steps beyond the glass door.

It had been surprisingly easy to convince the kids to move here. Chloe didn't mind since she really didn't know her life in Sunset Valley, Lincoln was keen to go wherever his twin went, and Molly and Simon had no friends that they didn't want to leave behind, so we packed, sold the house, car and said goodbye to our family.

"Mom, what do you think it's going to be like here? D'ya think the school's gonna be fun?" Chloe asked, her hand shaking slightly, moving her pack gently.

I nodded. "Yes honey, I think that it will be great. You'll make a ton of friends and I'm sure the teachers will be good, too!"

"Mama, do the people here have accents?" Molly squeaked, clutching onto me, clearly scared out of her mind.

I nodded again. "You heard the man at the desk, didn't you? He had a Hawaiian accent."

"So this is Hawaii?" Simon asked. I nodded once more, directing it at him.

"And what if we don't like it?" asked Lincoln.

I sighed. "Then tough, kid, because I've already sold everything we own except the furniture. You're just gonna have to deal."

We walked out the door and piled into the airport shuttle, and the driver, a dark, and very gorgeous man, turned around and smiled at me. "Aloha, Ms. Parker! Is it true that you're a one hundred baby challenge mother?" he asked, starting up the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Well, because I was wondering if I could participate? The sperm bank will pay me for my donation, and I could really use the cash, and I'm sure you could never turn down the help of a father?"

I thought his offer over. "Sure, why not? I'm pregnant now, so after this baby is born I'll give you a call. Can I have your number when we get to the house?"

He nodded. "Sure thing, Paisley, just sit tight everyone, we should be there in about fifteen minutes."

The rest of the drive was spent in silence, with the exception of the occasional "Look at that, Mom!" When the shuttle slowly came to a stop, the kids and I turned our heads to the lot to the right of us. "Oh wow," Chloe sighed as I opened up the door. "The air here is amazing, isn't it?"

Molly nodded and slung her backpack over her shoulder. "They better have okay curriculum here, because if they don't, pain will be inflicted."

Simon nodded his head in agreement, earning disgusted looks from their older siblings. "Weirdos," Lincoln mumbled as we walked up the small steps into the house. It was small, but for now it would have to work.

"This... is a port-a-potty. Are we sure this is a house?" Chloe asked, taking a look around.

"Sure, it's small," I said, setting down my suitcase, "but it will work for the time being. Listen, my decision to move here was so sudden and it all happened so fast that I didn't have enough time to have a home built. That will come later, after you kids have gotten settled into your school and life here."

In that moment, William walked through the door, a big, goofy grin plastered on his face. "Will--" I started, but one look at his head had me standing, dumbfounded. "William Johnson, what the--What happened to your hair?" It was now light purple with darker lavender streaks lining his hair.

He shrugged. "This is my natural hair color," he said. "I had a girlfriend once who didn't like it, so I died it brown to make her happy. But I feel like I can be myself around you, and I was really starting to miss my real color, so I got it dyed back to the way it used to be. What do you think?"

I laughed. "Wow, well, I'm speechless," I said, "It's a really cool color. I could really use you in my challenge."

His eyes widened. "Woman, we haven't even been on our first date yet, and you're inviting me back to your place? Pushy, pushy."

I giggled and nodded. "Sure, if that's how you want to think of it. I've already accepted another offer for the next baby, but after that, what would you say?"

"I'd say I'm in!" he exclaimed.

"Great! So, what exactly are you here for?"

"Just to make sure that you're settling in okay, I guess. And I wanted to see you."

When Chloe's eyes widened, he specified, "In a friendly way, not like that."

She narrowed her eyes and walked away to unpack her things. "Mama, who is this?" Molly inquired, approaching Will and I.

"This is my friend William Johnson," I replied.

She gave him a curious look and followed Chloe into the other room, leaving us, alone, in her wake. "So, would you like to do something with me today, or is it not a good time?"

I shrugged and sighed. "I'd really love to, you know I would, but I don't think now is the right time to go on our date. Maybe next week sometime? I'm just busy, and I still need to move in."

"Then how 'bout I help you?" he offered happily.

"Erm... Why would you want to do that?"

"Because I like you and want to make it easier on you, I guess. Buuut, if you don't want me making your life easier, I can just leave. " He turned around, prepared to leave, but I grabbed his wrist and pulled him a back.

"Ah, ah, ah! You're going nowhere, Mr. Johnson. You hear me, man?" He chuckled and went to work on unpacking some boxes. The next seven hours were spent bickering over where couches should go and what drawers utensils should go in, and we were finally all finished.

William hugged me goodbye and set off on his way, leaving me alone with the kids. For now, our house was small and crappy and pretty useless, but it was all we had, so I resorted to making dinner for us since boredom was crashing over me like a wave.

"The furniture is super dusty," Molly drawled. "I'm going to dust it."

"Okay, that would be helpful," I replied, stirring the soup in the large pot. "Hey, while Molly's doing that... 

Chloe, can you mop the kitchen, Lincoln, you vacuum any carpet in this house, and Simon, could you please go make beds?" They all nodded, but Chloe and Lincoln groaned before doing so while Simon skipped off to follow my requests.

"FA LA LA LA LA!" Chloe screamed, running around like a complete spaz, singing into the mop end. "I LURVE YOU MR. MOP! I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!"

A few seconds later, Lincoln walked in silently, and said, "What." She turned around and laughed hysterically.

"MR. MOP HAS PROPOSED. HE SAYS HE LURVES ME TOO! FALALALALALALA!"

Me, pouring the soup into some bowls, raised my eyebrows and sighed. "May I ask what you're doing?" I chuckled.

"Obviously," she moaned, "I am being a weirdo. That is what I do best. Weirdness is my specialty. ER'RBODY LOOK OUT!" she exclaimed. "WEIRD MA'AM COMIN' THROUGH!"

I honestly had no idea what that was about. Maybe she ran into a drug dealer and got high? Either that or she's just extremely bored. Hopefully the latter.

After eating dinner, I settled into bed. I had a feeling that tomorrow was going to be a strange day, but I didn't know why.

The next day, I waddled downstairs to begin making breakfast, but was soon interrupted by water trickling down my legs: I was in labor. I went into my room and gave birth to Jeremy Parker, and immediately aged him up into a toddler.

A few hours after I finished bringing life into the world, the doorbell rang. I skipped over to the door, creaked it open, and stepped back, shocked to see who it was. "S-Skye?" I stuttered.

"Paisley, I couldn't let you leave. There's something I discovered not too long ago, and I think you know what it is. I love you Paisley Parker." Then she leaned in and planted her lips on mine. 
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Okay, I know this is really out of the blue but Skye and I were talking last night and she said that Skye and Paisley are her OTP. So, I said "why not just make them get together? It would make sense." Then we got super excited and I changed the outcome of this post and eiohta;otajwthiu So much happiness, everyone. I had never really thought about it until she brought it up, but I can really see them being an adorable couple. So, that is how it happened. ^_^

Who Are You?- Baby 58: Part One

Erik aged up into a very charming young man, who decided to move in with Theresa. Still very imaginative, he wants to become a famous artist someday. For now, he works in his garage, painting whatever comes to mind and selling it at the consignment store. He's also made a deal with Skye to "donate to her challenge," since he still thinks she's a very cute girl, and she thinks the same about him (minus the girl part).

Louise's obsession with death never faded as she grew older. Her love of black also didn't disappear, but I must say, she can pull off the gothic look quite well. Jeremy slimmed down, and to my utter amazement, became one of the most gorgeous boys I think I've ever seen. Louise noticed it, too, and made her move, quickly becoming his girlfriend. They're still as insane as ever, but I think they complement each other quite well.

Chloe and Lincoln age up, still best friends. As she got older, Chloe learned to play the piano, and eventually become one of the best that I know. She spends most of her time at school, practicing and at recitals. Lincoln was still a hectic little boy, but I loved that about him. He always found a way to surprise me, whether it was a whoopie cushion, dye in the showerhead or the spraying sink (most of those I don't appreciate).

Molly and Simon are adorable little tots with my dad's red hair and my green eyes. Aside from being a completely different gender, they look exactly the same. In fact, their personalities are quite similar, too. They refuse to be apart from each other, and make a scene when they are until they're reunited. They're handfuls, but it is good that they love each other so much. That isn't always the case with twins. 

*~Louise's Point of View~*

"Lou-Lou?" Chloe squeaked, leading Molly by the hand up to me as I sat at the kitchen table.

"Yeah?" I asked, biting down on a spoonful of cereal. "What is it?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to go to the park with us. Mommy says we can't go without someone who is at least old enough to drive, and she's busy right now."

I sighed. I loved my little sisters, but I didn't really want to work to spend time with them. I'm a lazy bum, basically. I pretty much sit around all day with Jeremy on the couches, watching horror movies. He still doesn't like them, but he puts up with them for me. "I guess."

"Yay!" she cheered, jumping up and down with joy. "Did you hear that Molly?" She turned to our little sister and smiled widely. "We're going to the park with Lou-Lou! It's going to be so much fun! We can play on the spring riders, and in the sandbox..." Her voice trailed off as she led Molly back to her room to get ready.

"What are we supposed to do while you're away?" I jumped at the sudden addition of voices.

"Lincoln? What the-- What do you mean? Just... do what you normally do."

"But I don't do anything without Chloe, and Simon doesn't do anything without Molly. We're hopeless without each other," he whined, stomping his tiny foot.

"Well you gotta grow outta that, kid, because clearly Chloe can survive spending the day away from her precious little twin. I've never gotten that "other half" crap. You're two separate people with two separate personalities! Start acting like it!" At the sight of his offended expression, I said, "I'm sorry, Linc, I'm just stressed."

"What about?" His pained expression turned to one of concern.

"Well, school is really making me tired, leaving me barely any time to do homework, or ghost watch, for that matter," I said thoughtfully.

"How about to repay me for taking away my twin today, you bring me to see a ghost some other time?"

I nodded. "Sounds good, twerp." I ruffled his dark hair and walked upstairs to where Chloe was putting small amounts of makeup on Molly's face. "What're you doing?"

"Molly wanted to be like big sister Lou-Lou, so I stole some of your makeup. I think it looks cute on her."

"Stop that," I snapped, grabbing the brush out of her small hand. "You're going to make her a prostitute. She's a baby! She can have makeup when she's older, now let's go." I scooped up Molly and grabbed Chloe's wrist, walking them to the car. "Stay quiet while you're in here. I don't want to crash the car from being distracted and have Mom all over me for it."

"I wanna make a "that's what she said" joke but I feel that's inappropriate," she said as she climbed into the back seat.

"You're right, that is, now shut up until we get there, then you can be as Chloe as you'd like to be." Getting older didn't help my personality problems, such as being a jerk to everyone, including my siblings. But I am their older sister, it comes with the territory. I feel it is my duty to keep them in line with my snarky remarks. Of course, it does get me in trouble with the Baby Police (AKA Mom) but it's worth it in the end. I feel I help them grow as people. Okay, that's bull crap. I'm just a jerk.

When we got there, Chloe leaped out of the car, leaving me to unstrap Molly and bring her to the spring riders. "Now hurry this up, Binky Breath, I don't want to be seen by the metal horsies. That's just plain embarrassing." She bounced up and down on the horse for five minutes, until I decided that she needed to be done and brought her to the sandbox. "Sit there and eat sand or whatever it is you do." I walked over to the swings and sat down, swinging slightly in the wind.

Chloe walked over a moment later and sat on the swing next to me. "Hey sis," she said quietly.

"Hey. Why aren't you over there playing with your friends?" I pointed to where she had been while I was with Molly, her friends laughing across the park.

She shrugged. "I didn't want to leave you here all alone. It's not fun to not have anyone to talk to."

"What would you know about that? You have Lincoln at all times."

"No, he has me at all times. He really gets on my nerves, but he needs me. He's weaker without me around, I think. His self confidence goes down a lot when I leave, and he always gets bullied at school. I just don't like to leave him alone."

I sighed. "You know, you don't need to constantly be looking out for Linc. He's never gonna learn to be without you if don't teach him to be. It's like what Mom does with us. She separates herself from us as we get older and can fend for ourselves, so we can start learning to live like adults, preparing us for when we move out into the world."

"Yeah, but we're only twelve."

I nodded. "I know, but it's the same concept. He's going to be overly-attached to you for the rest of his life if you don't make him spend time without you. He's gotta learn that even though you don't spend every waking moment with him, you still love him and will always be there to protect him."

"I guess... But I don't want him to hate me."

"He might at first, I'll admit," I said, running a finger through my orange locks, "but that's a chance you're going to have to take. Lincoln will eventually come around and realize that it can be fun to spend some time alone in your room. Although, he better not start having too much fun, because then it just crosses a line--"

"What do you mean?"

"Meh, you'll understand when you get to sex ed in high school," I said, and we swung gently in silence for a while, until Molly started crying and I had to change her diaper and give her a bottle full of chocolate milk.

Soon my phone started vibrating, and I realized that our home line was calling. "Hello?" I said, putting the brick-phone up to my ear.

"Hey Lou-Lou!" Lincoln sounded. "Can I talk to Chloe?"

"Why?"

"I wanted to check up on her!"

"No," I said sternly. "There's no way I'm letting you do that. We've been gone for an hour, Lincoln. She can tell you all about her day when she gets back."

"But she could be drowning in a pit of hot lava--"

"I can assure you that's not happening," I sighed, rubbing my neck in frustration. "I don't think Sunset Valley actually has any hot lava. At least, not in public. And if they do I think they'd be breaking some serious laws."

He groaned. "Just let me talk to her! You could be smothering her with a pillow as we speak! I want confirmation that she's alive!"

"Damn it, Lincoln, why would I be smothering her with a freaking pillow?" I demanded. "I'll admit, that's what I want to be doing to you right this second, but Chloe is--"

A scream echoed out through the park, and I dropped my phone, realizing that it was Chloe who cried out in pain.

"Chloe!?" I shouted, looking in the direction of where the scream originated. There she was, my ginger sister laying in the street, a car a few feet away from her. "Chloe!" I screamed, sprinting over to the road. "You idiot!" I yelled at the driver. "You hit my little sister!" Kneeling down, I started to panic, breathing heavily, shaking her as if that were going to do any good. "Chloe, wake up please!"

Now sobbing, I screamed, "Someone call 9-1-1!" A crowd was starting to form, and multiple people reached for their cell phones and started dialing the same three numbers, all saying the same thing when the operator picked up: "A little girl has been hit by a car!"

I could hear the screeches of Molly behind me as she wobbled over to the street. "Molly, get back!" I shouted, making the motion to get out of there. "Please, don't come any closer sweetie." I think she could hear the panic in my voice, because her sobs became louder and more painful to listen to. I stood up, walked over to her and kneeled down. "Sweetie," I said, in the calmest voice I could muster, "please stop crying. Please? For Lou-Lou? I need you to go onto the sidewalk," I pointed to the concrete, "and sit down and wait for me to finish helping Chloe, okay?" She nodded and did what I said.

Briefly, I thought about how Mom would never trust me with my little siblings again, how she would sob at the hospital when her daughter laid in the white bed, fighting for her life. Don't think like that, Louise! Focus on the problem at hand!

Minutes later, an ambulance pulled up, sirens blaring, put Chloe on a stretcher and slid her into the red and white vehicle. I grabbed Molly and jumped in the back, reaching for my cell phone. When I remembered that I dropped it in the park, I groaned, frustrated. "Is she going to be okay?" I asked the paramedic as he frantically tended to my sister.

"I'm not sure right now, miss, but I'll let you know. Do you have a parent you can call?" he asked, not completely focused on our conversation. Not that I minded.

"Erm... Yeah, but I dropped my cell phone back at the park."

"That's fine, you can use the hospital's phone when we get there." I nodded gratefully and tried to calm down little Molly, who started screaming helplessly once again when the sirens were in our hearing range.

When we got to the hospital, they ran Chloe to the emergency room, still trying to revive her while they did so. I walked to the phone, bouncing crying Molly up and down. I quickly dialed the ten numbers of my mom's cell phone, and she answered immediately. "Hello?"

"Mom?" I bawled into the phone, reaching my breaking point and starting to sob.

"Louise?" she exclaimed, starting to worry at the sound of two of her daughter's cries. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Is someone hurt?"

"Mommy?"

"Yes honey? Calm down, what happened?"

"C-Chloe was hit by a car! We're at the hospital, and Molly won't calm down, and I'm starting to have a panic attack a-and I c-can't--"

"Oh my-- Lou, calm down. I'll be right there," she said, followed shortly by a click and then silence. I sat down on the bench connected to the wall and rocked Molly back and forth.

"It's okay little angel," I cooed in the sweetest voice I could manage, "just go to sleep. Big sissy is going to be fine. Both of your big sissies." She closed her eyes as I sang "Hush Little Baby" and rubbed her back.

Mom arrived within minutes, tears streaming down her face. "Is she alright?"

"I don't know," I admitted, trying not to wake Molly. "They rushed her back and I don't have any idea what's going on." Mom sighed and walked to the reception desk.

"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked, completely oblivious to the fact that a panic stricken mother was in front of her.

"Um... What's going on with Chloe Parker? She was hit by a car."

"Relation?" she asked, flipping the page of her magazine.

"I'm her mother."

"One moment," she drawled, picked up the phone and said, "What's happening with Chloe Parker? Her mother wants to know." Someone on the other line babbled for a moment, and the receptionist turned to Mom and said, "She's in critical condition. They'll send a doctor out in a few minutes to talk to you, but first they have to stabilize her."

Mom nodded, her orange hair bouncing slightly, and sat down next to me.  We sat in silence for about fifteen minutes, until a man in a white coat strutted out, blood soaked, worry lines creasing his aged face. "Miss Parker?" he asked.

"Yes?"

He walked over to Mom and sat down to be at eye-level. "Chloe is in the ICU, and should be there for a while. She broke several of her bones, and has a minor concussion," he explained.

"When can we see her?" I asked what was probably on both of our minds.

He sighed sadly. "Not until she gets a little better, unfortunately. We just don't want her to crash while you're visiting her. For now, how about you go home and try to get your mind off it? We'll call you when you can see her." He offered us a warm smile, which Mom returned with a glare. I couldn't blame her, though, because I knew that it must have been a pretty rough day.

When he went back through the double doors he emerged from minutes before, Mom said, "Let's go," and led Molly and I out the door to the car.

I started to cry silently. "M-Mom, I'm so sorry!" I bawled as I strapped myself into the seat.

"It's fine honey, it's not your fault," she assured me, obviously preoccupied. "It could've happened on anyone's time. Although I'd prefer if it would've been mine to keep you from feeling responsible."

I sighed. "I know it's not my fault, but if I would've kept my eye on her for just a few seconds longer, maybe--"

"Maybe nothing," she snapped, pulling into our driveway. "The simple truth is you didn't keep your eye on her for a few seconds more. You cannot change what happened, and as unfortunate as that is, we have to live with what we get. Chloe will get better, come home and everything will go back to normal."

"But what if it doesn't? What if she dies--"

"Don't you dare say that!" she screeched, stopping the car and pulling out the keys, causing me to jump. "Chloe will be fine. She'll--She'll be fine!" She broke down, sobbing into her hands.

"Mom... I'm sorry," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. "I really am. I'm sorry I even exist!"

She snapped her head up and gave me a curious look. "What does that mean? Why do you say that?"

"I'm a bitchy freak who everyone hates. If I weren't here, Chloe would still be walking!"

To my surprise, Mom started to laugh... hysterically.

"Mom?"

When she finally caught her breath, she said, "Dear, don't you dare say that. If you weren't here, I'm fairly sure Chloe wouldn't be here either, nor would Lincoln, Molly or Simon. Truth is, if she does die, which hopefully she won't, there's nothing I can do about it. She was lucky enough to live at all, to be surrounded by her loving family and amazing big sister." She flashed me a toothy grin. "There's nothing you could've done differently. What's done is done."

I gaped. She was reacting to this whole thing with a surprisingly casual attitude. I expected her to be sobbing in the corner of the house or something, not laughing and smiling, telling me if she dies she dies! "Who are you and what have you done with my mother!?"

"Calm down, Louise, I just have hope that she'll be okay." She smiled at me once more, giving me some hope, too, and we walked into the house.

*~Paisley's Point of View~*

While I waited for the doctors to call to tell me that Chloe was fine enough for me to visit, I searched through my challenge father request emails to get my mind off of it. I came across another male version of a challenge mother: Chris Moren. It appeared it was Chloe Moreau's turn, since he looked exactly like her, only he was a man.

I ran down to the sperm bank and picked up his contribution. On my way back, I spotted a familiar face: William Johnson. I slowed down to a halt in front of the grocery store and shouted out his name, causing him to swing around. When he saw it was me, he smiled widely and walked over to the window. "Hey Paisley. It's nice to see you. How've you been?"

I smiled weakly. "I've been better. Hey, I have a lot going on in my life right now, and I'd really like to take you up on that offer to go out to dinner. That is, if you'll still have me." He grinned widely and nodded.

"Why the sudden change of heart?"

I shrugged. "I just really need a distraction, and I've been thinking about it recently: I really have no excuse not to date during my challenge. Everyone else does it, and they all seem really happy. Maybe the past few times just haven't been the right guys. Maybe this time it'll be different?"

He smirked. "Maybe. I'm glad you decided to come out with me. How about I call you later to make plans?"

I nodded. "Okay, sure. It was really great to see you. You better call me, mister!" I said playfully, rolled up my window and drove off. When I got home, I was bombarded by Louise, who was smiling like a loon.

"Mom, Mom, Mom! Guess what, guess what, guess what!?"

"W-what?" I asked, shocked.

"Chloe is awake and we can go visit her now! So, let's gooooo!" she sang, pulling me to the car. We were at the hospital in a matter of minutes, excited to see our red haired little fighter. "Hello!" Louise greeted the receptionist. "We're here to see Chloe Parker!"

The receptionist, a different, more efficient one, smiled up at us. "Okay, lemme see here..." she said, scanning through her computer. "Ah yes, she's in room 305. It's on the third floor. Just take that elevator right there." She pointed to the aforementioned elevator, we climbed on and zipped up to the top.

"Do you think Chloe will be happy to see us?" Louise asked as we walked.

I nodded. "I sure hope so! I bet she'll be quite confused. Ah, here it is. Room 305." We opened the door and were greeted with the sight of Chloe, bruised and hooked up to many machines, laying in her hospital bed. "Chloe?" I said gently, walking up to her. "Hey honey."

She looked up at me with her big eyes and cocked her head.

"How are you feeling honey?"

She narrowed her eyes.

"Doing any better?"

At that question, she furrowed her eyebrows, as if she were thinking, and said, to my complete surprise, 

"Who are you?"