I sent Dylan a text, saying we were good to go, and asked him if he wanted to go to my place or his. We decided to go to mine so that he could go home to make himself presentable before coming over. So, I return and let the babysitter go home before sitting around for a while. I cook up a bottle for the toddlers, and get on with teaching Parker to talk for a while. Or I try to. The cats seem to want to join in the lesson, and keep meowing along to us talking. Parker, of course keeps getting distracted by them, so eventually I give in and feed them.With the day’s lessons over, I decide to make lunch for Dylan and I before he arrives, it is only common courtesy after all. So I spend fifteen minutes preparing some lobster and then stick it in the oven.
He arrives and we eat a meal at the dinner table, like civilised humans. Then, in a sudden burst of boldness on his part dinner is forgotten and we make out way to baby making. Like the rabbits we are. I know on the first try that I’m not pregnant, so we repeat the process and then I’m sure I am.
As he leaves, he takes my hands in his and says, “Thank you for the wonderful afternoon. Could I… see you again some time?” I sigh, and let go of his hand.
“No. Not by any fault on your half; I’m already with someone, Dylan. You are a lovely man, and someone out there will love you. Heck, without my… I’d love to be friends though. Text me some time and we can meet up. And if you like me that much, I think I’ve got a few kiddos who are pretty similar to me you might like.” he nods okay and leaves, looking a bit dejected. As he gets into his car and turns around I shoot him a quick ‘call-me ‘ sign and he giggles.
After he leaves I get on with a few tasks I’ve been putting off. Cleaning out the dryer lint, upgrading the washing machine and teaching the toddlers their skills. Some things are… easier than others.
The machinery gives me to trouble, but Beckett refuses to learn anything, and Annie isn’t the best at walking. Parker was half way to learning to talk, so I start with her; finishing that off, and then moving on to walking and the dreaded potty.
I've finished teaching Parker and Annie by the time Fenrir and Baldur get home. I chat with Fen for a while, before he goes and does his homework. Baldur has none, which is a nice change so instead he goes and invents in the workshop barn.
It has been a long time since any of my children were inventors, I think he may even be the first. Either way, I love seeing all the gadgets and gizmos he manages to whip up. My favourite is the one he made just that evening. He created a harvesting machine, which made gardening much easier. That night I harvested some things from my garden and used them to make dinner. Fenrir decided to help with cooking, and I was incredibly grateful. It was an opportunity for us to bond like we never have before. So we cook together in companionable silence.
Of course, him being who he is there is always a catch. Today, he wished to become a teenager. I accepted, and after dinner he aged up in a miniature party.
He turns out to be quite a handsome teenager, and he's sure he will get lots of friends at school. He changes his hair to be quite SOMETHING I FORGOT and most days wears a Plants vs Zombies T-shirt (SPONSOR! as the YouTube vloggers say. :P)
That night, in bed I am woken temporarily by the arrival of a baby bump under my pyjamas. It is not long before I am back asleep however, in another very unusual dream.
I wake up in a house much like the one I had dreamed of owning after my challenge. It was much more unusual though, walls were patterned wrong and there was something off about the carpet under my feet. Don't ask me what, I couldn't tell you.
"Oh. There you are. How's the baby?" asks a voice from a room off the side. I look down at my stomach, there is a slight baby bump there. What is going on? A pink haired head pokes around the door, "Skye?" I'm powerless in this dream, as much as I want to slap the woman in front of me I find myself responding. "Fine. She's very active tonight. I think she's about to arrive."
As if on queue a trickle of liquid drips between my legs and a fierce pain rips through me. "Ellie. Help." I whimper. Then I collapse.
The rest of the night is foggy. Flashes of panic. Doctors around me. Then I'm under anesthetic. There is Paisley, in my drugged dream. She looks like she did when she was in College, and I first fell for her but her hair is still her new orange. This is certainly a dream. Or do I just not remember?"Paisley! What's going on? Where am I? Why is Ellie here?" Only now in my dream within a dream am I able to control my voice and body.
"Oh Skye." she says, sadly. "This is... something of an alternate world. Here, I'm dead and Eloise stayed with you. It was... my tumor so long ago. They never could operate." she walks over, kisses my head and I can feel myself being roused from my dream.
"Mrs Honette? Can you tell my who you are?" asks a doctor. "My daughter. Where's my daughter?" I scream. The doctors and all their questions ignored. Eloise bursts through the door, her hair a mess, and shoves the doctors away, a small wrapped bundle in her arms. Behind her, at a more sedate pace follows Jesse, carrying a similarly wrapped blanket. Paisley's former boyfriend and the child of my challenge I always felt closest to for it.
"She's here Skye. We didn't name her yet." I pull the child closer to me. Jesse sits down on the other side of my bed with the other child. I take Eloise's child and hold her close. "Bridget." I say. "Her name is Bridget." I look down at the child in Jesse's arms. "Artemis." I say, suddenly tired.
Then another burst of pain flickers across my chest. The beeping behind me stops. Everything goes black again. "She's gone into cardiac arrest. Something must have gone wrong." is the last thing I hear. I wake up in bed, a horrible pain in my stomach region. The baby is coming. The final day of my pregnancy had been tough. I spent most of the day dipping in and out of sleep as the world wandered on around me.
Not long later, I welcomed into the world baby 66, Haven Everard!