Surprise, it's a Baby!- Babies 65, 66 and 67

Harry and Hermione are the first to step up to the birthday cakes. Harry ages up to be very handsome--like all of my sons--but he's very lazy. And I mean extremely. He doesn't comb his hair in the morning, doesn't put his dishes away, and pulls on dirty sweat pants and a t-shirt for school. Not that I care what he wears, but come on, at least pull something out of the clean clothes, man, really. Hermione chops off all her hair, and turns out to be the complete opposite of her child self-- she wears massive amounts of makeup and doesn't own anything that isn't ripped. And again, I don't really care what she wears, I suppose, but her behavior... The way she treats me and everyone else is horrible,  and she's failing school (because she skips most of the time). I just don't know what I'm going to do with these two.

Ginny and Cho are up next. They're both little cuties, same as they always were! Both of them style their hair the way they have since they were toddlers, concerned that any other style would make their ears extra pointy looking. In my opinion, their ears are quite adorable! They shouldn't be trying to cover them up, but they won't listen to their old mom. Ginny is still pretty attached to me, and she tells me that I'm her best friend, which I'm all for, but I do wish she'd go out and socialize with friends her own age. Cho still prefers to be as far away from me as possible, and while I wish she'd like me more, I can't force her to, so I leave her be.

Sirius and Minerva wiggle their way out of their blankets and into toddler-hood! Minerva ends up with mysterious blonde hair, that I style into pigtails every day. While neither of them got Elrond's striking red eyes, I can't help but want to snuggle them to death! They're just so damn cute! Sirius also gets strange brown hair, but is just as adorable as his twin sister. I'm not really sure where they got their hair colors, but oh well, doesn't make them any less precious!

I lined them up and took a picture of my kids, all one stage older. Fortunately for my hormones, nobody moved out just yet, since there are no young adults in the house.

After I was finished fawning over my grown children, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket, making my leg tremble. Fishing it out, I put it to my ear and squealed, "EVERARD!"

Skye chuckled. "Hey Parker."

Grinning from ear to ear, I said, "What're you calling me for? You don't usually call me till later in the day. I mean, I'm glad to talk to you, but it's just strange. It's still light out."

"Well, I was wondering if I could come visit you for a while. I miss you."

"Um... Okay. Yeah!"

The door burst open and Skye waltzed in. "Good, I'm glad you said yes because that would've been a waste of a plane ride." Ecstatic, I sprinted over to her and leapt into her arms. "Hiya." She squeezed me tight and then set me down on the ground.

My teal haired girlfriend looked around the house, frowning.

"What is it?" I inquired, concerned, grabbing onto her hand.

"Your house is very lacking of the Christmas spirit."

"Yeah, but it's November--"

She raised her hand to silence me. "Doesn't matter. Where're your decorations?"

I raised my orange eyebrows. "In the basement in boxes?"

Skye nodded. "Off we go!" She grabbed onto my wrist and ran down the stairs, nearly dragging me behind her.

Within the hour we had the Christmas tree up in the living room, stockings above the fire place, garland strung around the house and a wreath next to the door.

"So, what's this sudden desire to improve my home?" I asked as Skye sat down on a couch in the front room, pulling me onto her lap and wrapping her arms around my waist.

She shrugged, leaning in to plant her lips on mine. "I just missed you, is all, and I thought your house could use a spruce-up."

I grinned as her kiss turned into a full on make-out session for the next few minutes. When my jaw got tired, I offered, "How about we watch the Avengers? I know how much you love it."

Skye smirked. "You know me too well."

We popped in the movie and snuggled with each other for the duration of it, my head in her lap a good chunk of the time. I eventually fell asleep and when the movie ended, Skye scooped me into her arms and walked me to my bed.

"Nighty-night, Parker," she whispered into my ear before kissing my forehead and slipping under 

the covers with me.

We decided to refrain from doing anything more than sleeping until we were married. It was still a new thing for me to be with a woman, and Skye decided it would be more special if we built up the desire to do so. So we waited.

In the morning, Skye kissed me awake, smiling. "Hey," she breathed. "I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" I asked sleepily, reaching up to wipe the sleep from my eyes.

"You'll have to come with me and see for yourself, lazy butt." I nodded and slid off of my 

mattress, falling limply onto the floor.

"No me gusta."

She laughed, leaping over the edge of the bed to pull me to my feet. Shaking, I wobbled into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

When I finished, Skye led me to the car and we began our drive. "Can't you just tell me where we're going?" I begged, changing the song to The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Any More, her favorite song.

She shook her head, grinning. "Absolutely not. That'd ruin the surprise."

"The suspense is killing me."

"Hush."

I shut my mouth and waited the drive out, looking over at my best friend every once in a while, hoping she'd break.

She didn't.

Soon, she slowed the car down and parked on the side of the road. "Welcome to hell!" She did an 

amazing evil laugh and then said, "But seriously, this is your surprise."

We were in front of a pet store.

I looked over at her, widening my eyes. "What is this?"

"I'mma buy you a dog. I know you used to have one, and then it ran away, right?" I nodded my confirmation. "And you were talking about it the other day and you seemed so sad, and I hate it when you're sad, so... yeah."

I offered her a half smile, touched. "That's so sweet. Thanks."

She opened the door and hopped out of the car, walking into the pet store. I quickly followed suit, looking around in awe at all of the animals. There were cages housing bright colored birds all over, and tanks with various rodents, lizards and snakes lining the walls.

"Wow," I mouthed to Skye across the room. She nodded and pointed to the back room. I followed her there and my mouth dropped when I saw the walls lined with cages, their occupants furry dogs, big and small.

"C'mere," she said, beckoning me over to a Border Collie-ish dog. "His dad is a Husky and his mother is a Border Collie. I already bought him so you better love him."

I nodded. He was so teeny and had orange eyes! "I love him." She smiled and we walked out with the puppy and headed back to my house.

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On the way back home, we stopped by the sperm bank and picked up the next father's contribution: Johnny Moustache.

An interesting find on Skye's part. She had already given me so much and she had barely been there for twenty four hours.

Skye decided that she wanted to stay for the rest of my pregnancy to "make sure I didn't kill ze baby." Well excuse me, ma'am, I've done this before, thank you.

When I finished at the bank, we headed home, allowing the kids to play with the dog, who we named Beans (courtesy of Cho).

"Whadda ya want for dinner?" I asked the four older kids, who were seated in the living room, playing video games.

"Pasketti," Ginny squeaked.

"It's 'spaghetti,' Gin," Harry corrected. "And I'd like that too."

Hermione and Cho nodded their agreement, so I set to work on their food. Skye walked in halfway through the process and wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her head on my shoulder. 

"Hiya," she whispered seductively into my elf ear. "The way you make pasketti is hawt."  

I chuckled. "You should see the way I make alfredo."

When I finished, Skye called throughout the house, "Kids! Dinner's ready!" They came sprinting into the dining room and sat down, forks in hand.

"Fooooood," Harry said excitedly, pounding his fists on the table.

I sat at the head while Skye sat right next to me. When we finished eating, I went about cleaning up 

the house and Teal Head decided to help out.

When we completed that, Skye and I chased Beans around the house and played tug of war for a while, then allowed him to play with his toys alone in my bedroom. The great thing about my home was that it was only one story, so Beans could get from room to room without having to worry about any stairs.

"So, you happy with the dog?" Skye asked. I was sitting on the porch railing as she pulled herself up to join me, looking up at the stars.

I nodded. "Definitely. Thanks, by the way. How much do I owe you?"

She turned her head to look at me, cocking an eyebrow. "For what?"

"Beans."

She shook her head violently. "Absolutely not. That was a gift for my girlfriend."

I smiled slightly. "I can't believe I only realized that I loved you a few months ago."

Skye shrugged, smirking. "Worry not, you have me now."

By the next day, my stomach had grown slightly, causing me to become excited to see my baby. I had raised sixty four babies, and I never got tired of giving them life. Yeah, sometimes I needed a break, but at the end of the day, I loved each of them and was prepared for any of their shenanigans.

Each child offered me a new experience, so almost nothing surprised me. I had raised a ghost, multiple vampires and was in the process of bringing up elves. I had dealt with a few rebellious and nerdy teens, and honestly I just wasn't expecting anything too tough to tackle.

Skye decided that she wanted to bring the memory of visiting her "lovah" back home to Cherwood, so she asked me to have a photo shoot with her. Since my tummy was barely visible, I complied.

We hired a photographer, and since we were apparently "famous challenge mothers," he did it for us for free, which was a plus.

(ignore the fact that in some pictures they're in different clothes and have different hair. I didn't originally take these pictures for the post, just for fun, then decided I might as well put them to use)

We did it in my backyard, and the photographer said to just... kiss. So that's what we did, and I must say, they came out looking amazing.

Two days after that, I gave birth to babies 65 and 66, Ron and Fleur Parker!

When I was putting the babies in their cribs, the door bell rang, so I quickly opened the door and was shocked to see another little baby on my porch.

"SKYE!" I yelled, starting to panic. She came sprinting to me, panting.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I pointed at the baby in the blanket. Skye raised an eyebrow.

"Huh... Hey look, there's a note."

I bent down and picked off the piece of paper attached to the blanket and examined it: To Ms. Paisley Parker. I cannot take care of my baby, but I knew that you could. I sincerely hope that you will take him into your home and raise him as your own. I haven't named him yet, I thought that I would let you do that. Take good care of him, please.

And that was it.

I picked up the little boy, who was bright blue with dark blue hair and white eyes and brought him inside. Of course I was going to raise him! I wasn't going to dump him off to someone who had no idea what they were doing when it came to kids. I named him Albus and then quickly aged up Ron and Fleur so I didn't have more babies than I could handle.

I suppose I got one more baby than I had expected, but that was completely all right with me. 

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!