Sorry it's so short!
I walked back inside as the final slam of Eloise's car door echoed across the flat expanse of our garden. Demi's cries came filtering down the staircase as if she knew someone important to her was leaving. I wandered upstairs to look after her, plastering a fake smile on my face for her sake. Today was her birthday, even if she was too young to remember.
Ellie walked out of her room as she heard me coming upstairs, she has excellent hearing, and smiled at me. "Hey Mom. What'cha doing?" she asks. This is a frequent routine for us. "Cleaning. Why?" I reply. "CAN I HELP?" she shouts. I nod and turn around. "First order of business, laundry. Go and check where there's stuff to get from the baskets for me." I say. I walk into the nursery to start picking up toys that have been there since the beginning of time (not literally) and take out the potty trash.
I picked all the laundry out of the baskets thanks to Ellie, and began putting them in the washing machine. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM! DEMI POOPED!" comes the cry from Watson. I hang my head and giggle. He's good with kids, but he doesn't like getting his hands dirty when it comes to actual care. I walk into the room and pick up Demi, taking her upstairs to change her. She's.... certainly a... powerful young pooper.
I go downstairs (Paisley calls it floating when I walk like this) singing a song from Phantom. Paisley and Chloe are stood in the doorway, and Chloe is looking around in awe. "SKYE!" says Paisley, running into my arms. "You're singing." she continues. Paisley twirls in a circle. "You haven't sung since you left Erik." I think back.... apparently this is true. I only sing when I'm really REALLY happy. Apparently I am now. Eloise really must be good for me.
Chloe, Paisley and I head out to dinner at about six, and we get to the bistro by half past. The waiters sit us down at a private table round the back (well we ARE challenge mothers) and we eat. Unfortunately, the young one chooses this moment to make it's arrival known, so I have to go change.
It's a beautiful day, Eloise and I are sat on a blanket eating food from a picnic basket in the middle of a large field. Suddenly, Eloise gets up and starts running away. I try to follow but it is like however fast I run I can't catch up. A hand grabs me from behind and holds me back, and when I try to fight it, the vice-like grip only gets tighter. The voice I assume is connected to the hand says, "Eloise is gone. Come back to me now." I wake up covered in sweat, with tears streaming down my face from my sleep. I check the clock, Six AM, Demi will wake up for her morning feed in about 5 minutes now. That leaves me enough time to get dressed. I slip into the first clothes I find, a black jumper and a pair of jeans I hope will still fit me throughout my pregnancy. Luke, the little baby in my stomach (if it is in fact a boy) is kicking up a storm. He must like my outfit.
The last time I was here, the Dr Fox took a blood test to try and determine he cause of the accelerated growth. Apparently, it was a side effect of the drug they gave me after my breakdown. Not only did it cause the acceleration, but because of it’s effect on me (making me feel like a teenager again) it was actually preventing me from aging. I was going to get older, but it was going to take much, much longer. That was what the doctors told me, only with more medical mumbo-jumbo shoved in there. Luke and Leia (that’s right TWINS) are just fine, and apparently I should be having them some time tonight. That’s comforting. NOT
About 9 PM I go into labour and it hurts. Ellie starts freaking out, but I just tell her to go to bed while I give birth. Two or three hours later I welcome into the world, Luke Everard and Leia Everard.