Baby 83 Part 1: I Still Got It... Whatever IT is....

Okay, just before we begin. There's been some ageing up which isn't mentioned in the post for story reasons, and so here's a picture so we're all up to speed. Calinda has moved out now, since she's a young adult now. This post also contains a little NSFW content. Nothing too severe  but I'm warning you all anyway.

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"I cannot freaking believe you. Why in the name of all that is holy would you ask me to do that? God, I thought you had some sense."
"Oh, terribly sorry, how dare I do my cousin a favour. I'm asking you to show up and be civil, not marry her yourself and make friends again. Please Skye, for me."
I stare into Paisley's eyes, which are glittering in the low light of the evening lamps. She seems genuine, not that she ever doesn't, and that hurts me. Why can't she just understand how hard this is for me? "Would you want to go to Jack's wedding, or James'? I know this is important to you, it's just... hard. I need some time to think about it, okay?" I murmur, as I stand up from the couch in my bedroom and storm out.

I pass Natasha and Natalia who are sat on one of the couches in the lounge and call "You're babysitting your siblings tonight. I'm going out." The two don't seem particularly bothered by this, and simply continue to flick through the various channels available to them. I grab one of the sets of keys hanging from the hooks by the door and stomp into the garage.

I click the button, not entirely sure which keys I grabbed, and am only a little surprised to see that they're the keys for the Impala, which is a replica of the one from Supernatural and Electra is more than a little jealous of. I had been using the car to teach the kids to drive, with some success for once. I walk to the car and open the door, sliding in through the small gap created. The garage doors are already open, so I rev the engine and am quickly on my way.

I glance down at my outfit and realise with a start just how un-suitable for my intentions it is. At the next nearest boutique-looking store I pull into the car park with a screech of my tires. I suspect that my anger is making me drive so recklessly but throw the car into park and slam the door shut behind me. The small sign above the door reads Madame Mimi's Evenglory Boutique. The outside is a mixture of pink and green pastels and I find myself almost transfixed as I stare at the brickwork. 

I stride purposefully into the store and find myself greeted by a short, white-haired fairy woman. She smiles, saying, "Hello. And welcome to Madame Mimi's Evenglory Boutique, how may we help- M-Miss Everard? Amy, it's Skye Everard!" Normally I would have been happy to meet one of my fans, but today I am too annoyed to even consider being a nice person. 

"Look, I really don't need some kid fawning over me. I'm in a real hurry and I need you to hook me up with something hot to wear. So run along and find me something short, black and strappy." The girl manning the counter looks momentarily horrified, but puts on a mask of indifference before scuttling off into a back room. I try to tell myself that I cannot see the tears in her eyes at my cruel treatment, but I know I can and find myself  not caring regardless. When the girl returns another is following her, and they each carry part of an outfit. One directs me into a changing room and the other places down a dress, before going and sitting on a love-seat just outside.

The dress is just as I requested, small, black and laces up at the back. I smile at the thought of how much of my skin will be on show tonight, and don the outfit. As I step out of the changing room the second girl, Amy directs me over to a section of mirrors where I can see the full effect of my new outfit. In addition to the clothes, I completely change my hair and makeup. Even in my newfound state of diva-hood I appreciate the wonderful jobs the two have done, with the contacts that they managed to scrape up from somewhere I look like a completely different person.

"Great job ladies." I toss them a few of the notes from the wallet in the jacket of my old clothes and walk out. "Be a dear and look after those, would you?" I saunter out of the store and back to my car, where I set off looking for the busiest bar in town.
I've never really drunk anywhere in this town and so I'm not entirely sure where I'm supposed to be going, but thankfully it's only a few minutes down the road that I find a small dance club. I park up in one of the few remaining spaces and head into the bustling main room. Inside, there is a long bar and a flight of stairs, at the end of which I can hear music. I approach the bar where a brown haired man is draped over a stool and leaning on the bar top. I slide in next to him and gesture to the bartender to give us another of whatever he has been drinking and she seems more than happy to comply.
"So. What are you in for?" I ask him in my most sultry tone of voice, leaning over to give him a better view of my dress.Or lack thereof. He chuckles dryly, "Well look at that. She's got a sense of humour too. I was just lookin' for a friend in this little town o' yours. And does the lady have a name?" he replies in a strong southern accent.

"I a Ezekiel, but my friends call me Zeke, and you are mostly definitely a friend, freckles."
"Hi there Zeke. Call me... Faith." I shoot him a smile before glancing upstairs. I'm almost certain that on the second floor there's going to be a little more room for us to move around, and the source of the music is there so I figure it's a good bet. Zeke follows my gaze and smiles slyly. He takes my hand and follows me up the stairs to the small dance floor we find.

It is deserted except for the CD player we find plugged into the wall and an unmanned DJ booth. I resist the temptation to go and take a shot at it, but only because I feel Zeke's eager kiss trailing a way along my neck and across my collar bone. It is going to leave a tell-tale pattern of marks across my chest and neck but my inhibitions are loosened from the drinks we have shared and the excitement of the moment. His hands trail lower and begin to undo the fastenings of my dress.

I pause for a moment, 'Right here, on the club dance floor?' I think for a second, but Zeke's tongue performs a truly wicked move and I find myself again not caring about anything other than my own pleasure. By this time he has me pressed against the floor with his hands wrapped around me and I am more than a little distracted. The two of us are 'entwined in the throes of passion' as most romance novels phrase it these days when the manager rises up the stairs and yells at us to get out.

 We barely bother to clothe ourselves as we run quickly out of the club and into my car. We dive onto the back-seat and finish what we started. It's a marvelous experience, and one which takes me right back to my youth. Zeke lays a hand on my thigh. "We should go have fun." he tells me and I allow myself to be dragged along for the ride.

He stops off at a liquor store and grabs a few bottles while I wait in my underwear in the car, then we drive off and end up at the beach. We stay there for hours as we drink ourselves silly and get to know one another intimately. Then we return to my home where we fall into my bed and spend our time split between napping between our bouts of activity. And not once during those hours of drink-induced blurs does it occur to me that we have not used protection. 

 I wake the next morning unclothed and alone. There is a note on the pillow beside me and it reads,

Hey Freckles.

I had a great time; you sure got some stamina don’t you? My no. is on the back, call me if you’re ever lonely again.

-Zeke

But before I can get much farther into my day I am struck with a wave of nausea which sends me barreling to the bathroom. Quickly I dismiss it as the aftereffects of last night, since I've not drunk so much since my last night out with Hadley, over a year ago now. That's not the only way I'm feeling the aftereffects either, under the low buzz of pleasure which remains is the aching of every single muscle. Ugh. Right now I could really go for an hour or two in the sauna. 

I glance at the clock and realise with a start that it is four in the afternoon. I was lucky that Willow had been picked up by Loki and his daughter for a playdate at their house (most likely he just wanted a baby to look after again) because otherwise I would have been screwed. I have no idea what time Zeke eft, but I'm hoping that it was AFTER the kids left for school. As I lean my head against the bedroom door I hear the telltale moan of the engine of the school bus. Everyone is home now and I'm naked. Great job. I run into my bathroom and grab some of my clothes from the hamper, only to have to turn around and vomit again.

I leave the bathroom after brushing my teeth and head out to meet my kids. They jump up and nown excited for their upcoming birthday party. I had promised them that they could move out tonight and I was not about to go back on my word.

Castiel grows up into a reserved and quiet music lover. He's gotten a job as a librarian but is working on opening his own music/book hybrid store. He has most of his father's facial features but a lot of my personality and worldview. Cas also has an unnatural love of cats and took Lilith with him when he left home. 

 Gabriel is a very talented photographer, but his true passion lies in swimming, so he has decided to become a lifeguard. He still gets up to his old pranks but they're calming down a little thanks to the influence of his new fiancee Katie and his two bothers. 

Natalia is very quiet until you get to know her, but only because she is deciding whether to trust you or not. She reminds me a lot of her mother and I am hoping that she will excel at whatever branch of SHIELD she becomes involved in. 

Natasha is the opposite of her sister. Though the two share a childlike mischievousness Natasha is far more looks orientated and rarely does anything which could damage her perfectly styled hair. 

Cael is the most easy-going of all my children at present, and he wants to be a dog breeder once he leaves. I have given him a little money to start him off and he's already bought a small plot of land. 

Willow has missed out on another of the birthday celebrations because I have not yet taught her any of her skills and so we are going to spend time just us two together until the next baby arrives after I get pregnant. Those plans are delayed by the late hour, so I take my time in putting Willow to bed and then take a quick soak in the sauna before heading to bed.  I wake up a few times in the night to throw up and slowly come to realise that maybe I'm not just hung over after all. These suspicions are confirmed later that night when I feel the stirrings of a small child in my abdomen.