~Ch. 16 Lighteningbug~

Chapter 16

Lightening Bug

AN: So I was drugged on Bendryl and up at 4 am with my sick cat when I wrote this.
I hope you enjoy it, despite any potential flaws it may have.
Also, a bit off topic, but does anyone know a good chocolate chip muffin recipe?
I want muffins.

~Blake's POV~

My dad had left for a cabin in the mountains with my "aunt" Chloe.

More babies. Iris was still a baby herself.

Not only had he taken June with him, but he'd left Iris here.

With me.

Ugh, whatever.

My phone dinged, indicating a text.

It was Lucy.

Hey u on ur way yet?

I smiled.

Lucy was in Sunlit Tides now, and we were going to go see the new community garden.

I tapped my foot, waiting for Mia to respond to me calling her.

She was ignoring me.

"Mia!" I shouted at her again.

I think I saw her rolling her eyes at me.

"MIA!" I yelled, causing Iris to start to cry. I shifted her in my arms.

Mia was outside pushing around a baby stroller.

Inside the stroller was Willard, strapped in tightly with a bonnet tied on his head.

"Come on Willard! Let's go faster!" she shouted, beginning to run with the stroller and make race car noises.

"WILLARD!" Mia shouted as the stroller tipped.

"WILLARD! WILLARD! ARE YOU OK WILLARD?!?! COME IN WILLARD!" Mia screamed.

A loud meow came from underneath the tipped stroller. 

"Willard! I knew you'd come through for me Willard!" Mia squealed, pulling him from the "wreckage"

"Silly Willard, you forgot your bonnet," Mia said, and Willard squirmed to get away.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

My phone indicated I had another text from Lucy

Am I at the rite place? where r u?

I fumed at Mia.

"Chance?" I called, carrying a screaming Iris with me as I searched the house.

I found him in the bath.

"Chance!" I shouted relieved.

"Dude! I'm kinda busy!" Chance said, shrinking down into the water.

"Hey listen, I need you to watch Iris-"

"I'm not available right now!" he told me in a duh tone.

"Don't bring a girl in here!" Chance said when he saw Iris.

"She's barely one, get over yourself," I told him.

"Um, you're the responsible babysitter here, you get over yourself," Chance retorted.

He's been hanging around Mia way too much.

"Listen-" I started, but I was cut off.

"What is it you wanted?" Mia huffed from the doorway.

"All I want is to take a bath!" Chance shouted, submerging himself fully underwater.

I ushered Mia into the hallway.

My phone dinged again.

"What's that smell?" Mia asked, her nose scrunched. 

I rolled my eyes, probably another werewolf thing, but then I smelled it too.

"Listen, I need you to watch Iris," I explained to her.

"Um, yeah, no way," she told me, hands on her hips.

"Mia, you just need to watch her. If she's hungry give her a bottle, if she smells-"

"I am not changing that," she said, glaring at me.

"Mia, it's a pull up, pull this one off and then the other on," I sighed at her.

"If it's so easy why don't you do it?" she asked me.

"Mia!"

"Blake!"

"Mia, you will watch her," I told her sternly.

"That sounds like effort, which means it's not gonna happen," she told me, turning to walk away.

"Come on Mia, I'll do anything!" I begged her.

She slowly turned toward me, a smirk slowly forming.

"Anything?"


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Meanwhile in the mountains in Sunlit Tides...
~June's POV~

"Stupid snow, stupid mountains," I muttered to myself.
The smooth stone made my skin tingle, but the cold upset my hand.
"Stupid winter. Stupid Cabin," I growled.
Dad and Aunt Chloe were going to have babies for dad's challenge.
For some reason we had to come to the mountains to do this. To a cabin.
This was my first time seeing snow, and I didn't like it.
It was cold and it made my skin itchy and prickly. Then when it landed on your it was water and hundreds of sensations raced through me as it melted and dripped down my skin.
I held the rock to the side and prepared to flick my wrist.
Just like Blake had taught me.
I released the stone, it skipped once.
"Stupid stone."

I smiled remembering when Blake took me to Appaloosa Plains for a visit, and we went to the lake.
It was too cold for swimming there, so he taught me to skip rocks.
He could do 6 skips!
He also gave me lots of marshmallows.
Marshmallows are the best.
I love marshmallows.
I'm gonna go get some!

Heading back inside I remembered meeting my new cousins.
My aunt Amanda had her babies after my grandpa's funeral.
Grandpa wasn't there during my visit.
Because he's dead.
Dead means your gone forever.
I hope I'm never dead.

I usually didn't like babies, the noise was too much and they made my ears hurt.
Aunt Amanda's triplets were OK though. They were also nice and gentle.
I even carried the youngest one to bed.
She had two boys and one girl.
That's a lot of babies at one time. I asked her if it hurt and Blake didn't tell me I wasn't allowed to ask that, Adele would've told me not to ask that.
She said it hurt a lot but it was worth it.
Maybe I will maybe have kids. Maybe.

It was a fun trip, I liked petting the horse.
Horses are real.
The horse bit Blake and I started screaming, and then the horse ran.
Nobody got mad at me though.
Cause horses can be scary.
I'm not having horses ever.
Just lots of cats.

I saw Aunt Chloe's car pulling up and started racing toward her.
"AUNT CHLOE!" I screeched.
"June, remember, no screaming at people," My dad said gently.
I like Aunt Chloe cause she doesn't try to hug me.
Instead she pulled out a gift wrapped in pretty paper.
"Hey Junebug! I got you something!" she cheered when I approached her.
My eyes widened, the gift was so pretty.
"You can open it now," she said, answering my unasked question.
I eagerly tore off the paper.
"ITS A MARSHMALLOW BEAR!!!" I screamed.

Aunt Chloe gave my dad a hug, although it kinda looked like they were trying to choke each other.
Maybe a little bit of both. Dad and Aunt Chloe were weird like that.
Aunt Chloe launched into discussion with my dad about him building her a house. He rolled his eyes at her and repeated something about perfection and she nagged.
Man this is boring.
I decided to go inside and be a marshmallow astronaut.

 I bounced around my room, well my room at the cabin, pretending to walk on the moon.
Neil Alden Armstrong walked on the moon once.
He would make jokes after with people about the moon, and his punchline was always "I guess you had to be there."
I think I would've liked Neil Armstrong.
Maybe if I have babies I will name one Neil.
Or a cat. A cat named Neil.
Then Neil and I can go to the moon, except Neil can't because cats going to the moon is just pretend.

I started singing a song from one of the musicals I loved, Wicked.

It's time to try...
  Defying gravity...
  I think I'll try...
  Defying gravity...
  And you can't pull me down!

It was a good song to go with being in outer space, since outer space has no gravity.

I think it would bee cool to be on the moon without gravity.

Then maybe my body wouldn't always feel pressure

and things wouldn't feel like pins and needles.

Maybe I could let people give me hugs too.

I shut my eyes and imagined being on the moon.

"Hey Junebug, here's your marshmallows," my dad said from the doorway, holding out a bowl.

I eagerly snatched the bowl from his hands and sat down on the floor, eating them one by one.

Cause that's how you're supposed to eat marshmallows.

After I ate my marshmallows I decided to play with my marshmallow bear.

I couldn't decide whether to name him Marshmallow, S'mores, or Fluffy.

So I named him Fluffy Marshmallow S'mores.

 S'mores was going to be in my dads challenge soon. He told me.

I don't know what that means.

I heard the tv on and heard Ellen was on.
I loved Ellen, she was funny and she made people laugh and she made weird noises sometimes.
Just like me. I followed the sound of the tv to the biggest bedroom, where Aunt Chloe was relaxing on the bed.

"Heya Junebug," Aunt Chloe greeted me, patting the spot next to her. I hopped up next to her and sat like a pretzel.
"Hi Aunt Chloe," I responded, remembering manners. I only remembered them when I wanted to.
"Wanna boss your dad around with me?" she asked me smiling.
I could feel my face light up "YES!" I shouted, and she didn't correct me to use indoor voices.
Instead she just laughed.
"LOGAN!" She shouted, and I guessed my dad was in the other room, "I NEED YOU TO MAKE ME THREE SANDWICHES INSTEAD OF TWO!" she hollered.
I wondered if anybody ever told Aunt Chloe to use an indoor voice.
A mumbled response came from the direction of the kitchen. It was my dad saying stuff about "drowning in estrogen".
"What do you want on your sandwich?" she asked me, leaning back into her pillow.
"MARSHMALLOW FLUFF!" I told her, rocking excitedly on the bed, viewing Ellen out of the corner of my eye.
I don't like to look straight at the tv.
Aunt Chloe grinned. "LOGAN WE WANT MARSHMALLOW FLUFF AND PEANUT BUTTER ON THE THIRD. OH, ADD SOME EXTRA FLUFF TO THE TURKEY SANDWICH TOO!" she screamed.

"Really Chloe? You aren't even pregnant yet! This is gross! You can't just order me around, I have important stuff to do!" my dad exclaimed, walking through the door with plates of sandwichs. I greedily snatched mine and didn't say thank you, since Aunt Chloe didn't either.
"Important? Playing Fruit Ninja is not important!" she scoffed at him.
"Oh because your need to play Angry Birds is SO much more important," he replied.
"Angry Birds is an intellectual game that stimulates the mind, for your information,"
"Fruit Ninja calms the nerves, which a certain SOMEBODY is getting on."
"Well maybe if I wasn't so HUNGRY I wouldn't be getting on somebody's-"
I finished my sandwich and went off to do my own thing since they were being to loud.
I had places to be.
Except for not really.

That night I became a teenager.
I still had to wear glasses. But it was OK since I got to wear makeup.
I still loved how it felt on my face. Maybe I could sleep with it on.
I looked like my mom and my dad I think.
Baby #14, June. That's me. 

~Back in Sunlit Tides~
~Blake's POV~

I held up a hand in greeting to Lucy who smiled and waved at me.
"Hey you," She said approaching me.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," I apologized.
"It's fine, it's good to see you again," She said.
"Yeah, so you ready to explore the garden?" I asked her.
"Yes!" she said, grabbing my hand and tugging me toward the entrance.

At the entrance she stopped and stroked a petal on a sunflower.
"It's so pretty," she sighed happily.
"Yeah, sunflowers, flowers of happiness," I told her, not actually knowing if they were the flowers of happiness. But hey, sunflowers seemed happy so it was legit.
"Actually sunflowers symbolize spiritualism turning toward the life of truth," Lucy told me with a smile.
"Um, uh, I...that's what I meant," I stammered.
She just laughed at me.

We entered the garden together, playfully nudging each other and joking around.
"Oh look at those tulips over there," I said, pointing at some light pink flowers.
"Those are Lillies," she giggled.
"Right, it's hard to tell from so far away," I said, running a hand through my hair.
Way to look like an idiot Fey, I thought.
"Lillies are the flower of truth. The Greeks considered white ones flowers of the pure."
"There's a Greek restaurant nearby, we could go there after this?" I asked her.
She giggled and nodded "Sure, I'd like that."
The laughter was evident in her sparkling blue eyes.
Well, I guess I could appear like an idiot as long as it made her laugh.

We wandered through the rose garden out back, Lucy gesturing toward the different rose colors.
I had no idea that flowers had so many meanings, and it was mind blowing that she seemed to know them all.
"Which are your favorite?" I said as she continued about the rare black roses.
"My favorite flower?" she asked me, finger tapping her chin.
"No, your favorite color rose," I said, figuring I couldn't memorize to many flowers in one day.
"White," She told me, not hesitating to think about the answer.
"White," I repeated, racking my brain for what she had said earlier.

I plucked a white rosebud off of the rose vine (they wouldn't miss just one) and tucked it into her hair.
I grabbed her hands and gently held them in mine.
"White, I am worthy of you," I said, repeating what she had told me earlier.
She flushed a pink similar to those tulips, er lillies, from earlier.
A smile spread across her face. "That's right. White. I am worthy," she told me.
I bit my lip nervously, her stare making me flustered.
"Come on, I'll show you the florist shop!" she said excitedly, dragging me toward a pastel pink building.
I smiled at her still flushed cheeks.

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Beck's POV

"There you go!" I cooed at Iris when I handed her a bowl of rice cereal.
Mia had just dropped her off, exclaiming something about meat and a barbeque as she ran off, dragging Willard behind her.
It's probably better that she brought Iris over here.
"Is it yummy?" I asked Iris with a smile. Her dark green eyes sparkled and she grinned.

 

Then with a squeal of delight, she pushed the bowl off her high chair and sent it crashing to the floor.
Hm. Well...that went well.
Maybe she didn't like rice cereal, Logan probably had his kids on some sort of steak diet.
I laughed aloud at the idea of Logan grilling multiple steaks and cutting them up for all his kids.
"You Missy, are a mess!" I told the laughing toddler playfully.

"Let's get you cleaned up!" I told her, and I set her in the nearby baby swing to wipe down the high chair.
Luckily she had managed to get the food everywhere but herself.
I looked at the floor, and made a note to remember to mop later.
I settled her back into the chair, snapping the tray in.
"Now, let's try this again."

I gave Iris a bottle and she shierked, waving it around.

I ducked, but luckily she wasn't throwing it on the ground.

She giggled at me and smiled, greedily working on finishing the bottle.

I laughed at her, what a cutie.

Suddenly I heard the Adventure Time theme song and began to hum along, I realized it was my phone, but I let it ring a bit longer.

I wanted to listen to my jam!

"Hello," I answered cheerfully.

"I WAS OUTSIDE FISHING AND THEN IT GOT COLD AND I DON'T LIKE THE COLD BECAUSE IT PRICKLES MY SKIN SO I WENT INSIDE AND I HEARD NOISES AND I WAS ONLY OUTSIDE FOR A FEW HOURS BUT I HEAR MOANING AND GROANING AND SCREAMING NOISES COMING FROM THE BIG BEDROOM AND YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" June screamed into my ear.

"I'll be right there," I told her, and I left Iris with Dai and drove up into the mountains to the cabin where Logan was staying.

I glanced at myself in the mirror as I walked toward the master bedroom.

June had sounded frantic over the phone, but I didn't hear anything.

Most people probably wouldn't view June as a reliable source, but if she heard strange sounds I had to check it out. Of course I let my hair down and changed clothes, but I had sped the whole way to the cabin.

Logan and Chloe could've killed each other by now for all anyone knew.

After reassuring June that I would take care of it and sending her to the kitchen with marshmallows I swung open the master bedroom door.

OH. MY. LLAMA.

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Hello dear readers!

So this is my first post since...January? Before January?

Anyhow, I really hope you enjoyed it and that it was maybe like halfway up to your expectations, possibly worth the wait...

Yeah I didn't think so >.<

But hey, now that schools out there can be new posts on a regular basis! (If anyone even still reads this)

So a big special thanks to:

Chloe! Chloe is not only a dear friend, but the challenge mom this chapter!

Check out her challenge.

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Becks! Becks takes all the posed pics that go in my blog, she is such a Saint! Without her this blog would not ever be possible! Thank you so much for all your effort, help, and patience! IT DOES NOT GO UNNOTICED!

Read her challenge here

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Ch. 15 ~But I do, love, you~

Chapter 15.
~But I do, love, you~
 

AN: So yeah, my game didn't work for a long time...so yeah...that's why there was no update for forever. Next post will be a holiday post, because I want to get to do a holiday post too!
Ok yeah...so anyhow, there's a big lack of pictures in parts of this post...some people said my writing is good enough for no pictures but I'm not sure about that, either way. I apologize for the lack of awesome pictures.
I hope you enjoy!

~Logan's Pov~

Standing in the lobby of the ER was pure torture.

I had to fill packet after packet of paperwork for June.

All the while I could hear June screaming at the top of her lungs.

At this point I was desperate, I wished that I could make it stop no matter the cost.

I would take her pain on in an instant as long as she could be ok.

 Blake paced across the floor of the lobby, muttering angrily.

"Adele should've known better, June doesn't like to be touched, she's not ok with being touched!" he ranted.

"This isn't fair, June never did anything to anyone." he hissed.

He tugged at his blond hair in frustration.

"Please God, I know I've never believed in you...but if you're out there...let her be ok." he whispered.

"Mr. Fey, we're going to need you to sign the papers for your daughter to be sedated." the doctor told me.

"Sedated? You want to sedate my daughter?!" I shouted.

June must have heard me because the screaming turned into her wailing for me.

"At this time it looks like sedation is the best course of action." he explained to me gently.

"You can't sedate her! She's hurting! She needs me!" Blake shouted at him.

"We need to find out if she's ok and we can't do that if she's fighting us."

"Fighting you?" I repeated numbly.

"We have four nurses and two paramedics in there and we can't get an IV in." he explained.

"She's eight!" Blake exclaimed.

"How are you going to sedate her without an IV?" I questioned.

"An oxygen mask." he told me.

"I...will she be in pain?" I asked him.

"No. Once we sedate her she'll feel nothing, and she will wake back up more peaceful."

I signed the papers as Blake shouted at me angrily.

Natalie came rushing into the room and I stood up, ready to embrace her and comfort her.

"LOGAN FEY! WHERE THE HECK IS MY BABY?!?!" She screamed at me.

I paused, dumbfounded at her question.

"ANSWER ME FEY!" She shouted, shaking my shoulders.

Blake snickered at me.

"She's...She freaked out, she threw herself to the floor screaming and banging her head. She bit Adele, they had to restrain her in the ambulance...." I said.

A look of panic crossed her face.

"But...what? I don't...banging her head on the floor?" She asked.

"Yes. Over and over again while screaming." I told her.

"My baby..." she whispered. 

"Here we should sit..."

"No! I need to see her!" Natalie said.

"We can't yet, they just sedated her." I told her.

"Adele?!" Dai called out running into the lobby, Becks trailing behind him.
We all turned and look at him.
"Where is she?!" he asked panicking.
 "Dai!" Adele called out from her room where the doctor's were cleaning out her wound.
The wound from where June bit her.
Dai rushed past me toward the sound of Adele's voice, and I could only assume he found her.
Becks came over to me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I was startled out of my thoughts, but then I jumped a little.
She turned to me and gave me a sad smile, which I returned.
I had already sent her a series of texts telling her what happened and asking her if she could watch Mia and Chance.
Wait, if she was here...
"Where are Mia and Chance?" I asked her, not worried as I trusted her with her own children of course, I was merely curious.
"Oh, Jed is watching them and our girls." She replied casually.
Ok, now I was kind of worried.
I'd never liked that Jed guy...

"Are you sure he can handle five werewolf toddlers?" I asked her, imaging the possibilities.
"He's my husband, he's helped raise plenty of kids." She said confidently.
"You're right, I mean, I'm sure they are asleep anyways." I said.
"Probably, besides, what's the worst thing that could happen?" Becks asked me laughing.
Despite being in a hospital lobby with two daughters receiving care, I laughed with her.

~At the Best household~

Mia clamped down on Jed's arm as Jeanie bit his shoulder, and Chance held on as well.
Jed was wincing in pain, trying not to scream.
For such little werewolfs they sure had big fangs.
Big and sharp fangs...
"BACON ICECREAM! BACON ICECREAM! BACON ICECREAM!" Maggie chanted in the background while using spoons to bang on the refrigerator.

Jed spotted puddles of water seeping into the kitchen from the hallway.
He quickly counted the heads of the kids and determined who was missing.
"Lourdes!" Jed shouted.
Lourdes ran into the room as fast as her chubby toddler legs could carry her.
She looked at her little feet, avoiding Jed's eyes.
"What's all this water from?" he asked her sternly.
Little tears gathered in her yellow eyes.
"When I was flushing your watch down the toilet the toilet broke..." she said, her little voice wavering.

"Lourdes? Why would you flush my watch down the toilet?" Jed asked, fighting the urge to scream.
Lourdes's little eyes drifted to Mia, who looked quite proud of herself.
Mia raised her little hand "It was my idea!" she said beaming.
"Mia! Why would you do that?!" Jed yelled at her.
Lourdes looked like she was about to cry from the yelling, but Mia was unfazed, placing her little hands on her hips.

"Because you stole my mommy from me!" she told him, a snarl appearing on her face.
Chance growled from, well where ever the heck he and Jeanie had run off too.
"I did not steal your mommy." Jed told her, wondering why he was arguing with a four year old.
"AND," Mia added.
"I. Don't. Like. You." she said slowly, arms crossed.

"Mia! You go to your room!" Jed yelled at her, she was quickly wearing on his patience.
"I don't even live here." she told him, rolling her eyes.
"Go to the corner!" he instructed.
"Make me!" she challenged.
Jed scooped her up over his shoulder and began carrying her toward the corner.
She started screaming and beating her little fists on his back.
Jed suddenly felt a weight on his leg, and little claws. Which were quite sharp.

"Let go of my sister!" Chance growled angrily, clawing at Jed's legs.
Jed sighed.
Suddenly he smelled smoke and turned toward the stove.
"Look at what I can do Jed!" Maggie said cheerfully, dropping handfuls of confetti onto the lit stove, making them light up in flames with little bursts of color.
"MAGGIE!!!"

~Back at the hospital~

I woke up with my back aching, and realized I'd fallen asleep in a hospital chair.
Stretching my back, I winced as it cracked loudly.
I surveyed the room to make sure everyone was here, and they were apart from Becks.
Natalie's snoring filled the room, almost drowning out the sound of the monitors set up on June.
Almost.
Blake was curled up against June in her bed, something the nurses had specifically forbid. I smiled at my son, comforting and protecting his younger sister.
Adele and Dai were asleep in hospital chairs, Adele's head on Dai's shoulder.
I turned when the curtain shifted.

Becks entered the room, silently passing me a coffee.
I knew there was a reason she was my best friend.
I gulped at it greedily, ignoring how it scalded my tongue.
It may have been cheap hospital coffee, but right now it was my savior.
Becks was looking at me amused.
"Desperate much?" she asked with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes at her playfully.

"Thanks for the coffee." I told her.
She waved it off.
"Well I know what a beast you turn into without your coffee." she said with a laugh.
I laughed with her at her double pun.
"Yeah, let's hope that doesn't happen while were here." I said.
She nodded as June sat up, humming to herself.
She didn't seem to notice we were here, so I decided to just let her stay in her own little world.

"So how did Jed do with the kids last night?" I asked her, assuming that she'd sent him a text when she woke up.
She looked away from me and sipped her coffee.
"That bad huh?" I asked her.
"Yeah...well...yeah it was pretty bad." she finished.
"Did he say what happened?" I asked her.
"He didn't really want to talk about it, but he said something about Maggie and the stove. She's fine though." she clarified.
I nodded, at least they were all safe.
"He also mentioned trying to put Mia in time out." she mentioned with a smile.
"Oh boy." I said laughing.
Mia does not take well to authority.

"Mr. Fey?" a stout man said as he walked into the room.
Becks and I perked up while Natalie's small snores continued.
"That's me." I confirmed.
"Can I have a word with you privately?" He asked me.
 "Yes of course." I said, and we left the room together.

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I flipped through the little pamphlet I was given, pretending to watch the sun shining outside.
We'd moved into a new house, more suitable for our budget and needs at the moment.
Those bills were piling up, and all the therapy June was receiving was costly.
I looked down at the pamphlet.

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So, your child has Autism?

 Autism spectrum disorder (ASD) and autism are both general terms for a group of complex disorders of brain development. These disorders are characterized, in varying degrees, by difficulties in social interaction, verbal and nonverbal communication and repetitive behaviors.

 Studies also show that autism is four to five times more common among boys than girls. An estimated 1 out of 54 boys and 1 in 252 girls are diagnosed with autism in the United States.

  Over the last five years, scientists have identified a number of rare gene changes, or mutations, associated with autism.

Each individual with autism is unique. Many of those on the autism spectrum have exceptional abilities in visual skills, music and academic skills. 

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I sighed.
1 in 252 girls?
My little girl.
I reread the exceptional abilities part.
She had always been a genius.
I snapped out of my depressed state.

"June! It's time for your medicine!" I called out.
I heard the sound of footsteps rushing through the living room and out the door.
"JUNE!" I called again, getting ready to sprint after her.
"I got it!" Blake called, and I heard him race after her.
Well...he was better at convincing her than I was.
I put the tiny tablet into the pill crusher and began smashing it.

"Daddy, Mia is hungry." Mia informed me, toddling into the kitchen.
Chance ran after her, and then into her, knocking her over.
"Chance!" Mia snarled.
Chance looked at her sheepishly.
"I'm sorry sissy!" he said.
"Mia be nice to your brother." I told her, pouring the crushed pill into a cup of water and stirring.
"You know how I get when I'm hungry daddy!" she whined, stomping her little foot.

Blake and June came through the door right as I put the straw in the cup of water.
"Come on June bug." Blake said, leading the way
He took the cup from me and handed it to her, careful not to touch her hand with his.
She slowly slurped the medicine, wincing at the bitter taste.
"STEAK DADDY! IF I DON'T HAVE STEAK I'M GONNA DIE!!!" Mia howled dramatically, putting her little hand over her heart.
I rolled my eyes, but started preparing the steak.
I mean, you can't go wrong with steak.

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"WILLARD WILLARD WILLARDDDDDD" Mia chanted from Becks front lawn.
I looked to the couch where Adele and June were watching TV, and then out the window.
Mia had Willard by the tail and was dragging him around the front lawn.
Mia was laughing and smiling happily while he was sinking his claws into the front lawn, trying to escape Mia's grasp.
"Pretty kitty, soft kitty, warm kitty!" she laughed picking him up and giving him a big hug.
How she could lift that fat cat was beyond me.
Must be the werewolf strength.

She flopped him back on the grass and began dragging him again.
He began howling and squirming.
Mia mimicked his howling happily.
"Handsome kitty!"
I could swear I saw Willard smile at that comment.
"Purr purr purr!" She cheered.

"Dad! Chance is tearing up the living room chair!" Adele called from the other room.
"Blake pull him off the chair please." I sighed.
I continued to hear shredding.
"Blake!" I said louder.
"Not here." June replied.
"Adele?" I asked.
Mia came running through the door screaming steak.
"I SMELL IT DADDY! I SMELL ITTTTTTTT" She cheered, rushing over to my leg to climb up it.
"Ow, Mia, retract the claws." I told her.

"Ready for the cake?" I asked Adele.
"Blake isn't here yet." She pointed out, choosing not to mention that Dai couldn't make her birthday.
But they would be having a joint birthday party.
"WILLARDS NOT HERE!" Mia cried out.
"Well we can save some cake for Blake." I told Adele.
"WHAT ABOUT WILLARD?!?!" Mia screeched.
We all covered our ears.
"Willard can have some too Mia." I told her.

Adele, baby #12 grew up into a stunning young adult. Looking just like me, but with her mother's hair and freckles. Maybe her mother's lips as well. She was determined to go out into the world with Dai and find her own place. I will miss her dearly.


~Blake's Pov~

"So then what?" Serie asked me.
"Well then the doctors talked about sending her to a special school." I answered.
"Oh, is she going?" she asked.
"No way! My dad yelled at them, he would never send her away." I said confidently.
"Away? The special school is a boarding school?" Serie asked, clearly appalled.
"Yeah, it's in Italy or something." I explained.
"She can't just go to another country!" She exclaimed.
"Exactly."

"So guess whose coming to visit?" I said excitedly.
"Your aunt Chloe?" she said.
"Yeah..."
"She moved in across the street from me." Serie said giggling.
"Oh! Ok." I said laughing.
"I get to see Lucy again." I told her, trying to keep my excitement down.
"That one girl with the blue hair?" Serie asked.
"Yes, that one." I replied.
"She's so...girly." she said, scrunching her nose.
I laughed.

"You say girly like it's a bad thing." I said, still laughing.
"Well I didn't think you did girly." Serie explained.
"Did girly?" I asked her.
"I mean, well Adele is really girly and you don't like her. June is not girly and you like her. So I thought you didn't like girly girls." She told me.
"I don't like Adele cause she's spoiled and has always had everyone doting on her." I explained.
"Hm, is that why you wanted to come here instead of her birthday?" she asked.
"They won't notice I'm gone. Anyways, I like June cause June is cool. She's not all spoiled like Adele, she works with what she's got." I said.
"So then you do like girlie girls?" Serie asked me again.

"I guess." I answered, shrugging my shoulders. "You're one to talk, you're wearing a skirt."
She scrunched her nose.
"It's a tutu Blake." she told me in a duh tone.
"Happy birthday!" she told me happily.
"Thanks." I said with a smile.
"You know what birthdays mean right?" she asked me with a grin.
"Pinches?" I said wincing.
"Where's the fun in that?" she laughed, and when I sighed in relief she reached over and pushed me in.

----

Blake aged up into a stunning young teen, he was quite a handsome one.
I'm not saying this because he looks like a clone of me, not at all.
With my green eyes and blond hair, Blake had everything but my skin tone.
Lucky boy could actually get a tan, and not just burn.

Back at the house after a few mundane everyday tasks such as:

Bathing the twins

Enjoying the new backyard

Relaxing out back

and a "get well soon" carnivorous plant from my friend Chloe for June...
Which June insisted we call Murphy...


It was time for the twins birthday:

Baby #15 Mia grew up into a lovely little girl, looking just like her mom.
That nose, and mouth both belonged to her mom, with maybe the eyes being mine. She had her mother's famous curls, although a bit more tamed.
Her cat obsession continued thanks to Willard, and she was determined to be both a werewolf and a cat, so she could be like Willard.
She's still a handful.

Baby #16 Chance grew up into a cute little boy, still looking like a carbon copy of me but with purple hair.
He, like his sister, still loved the color orange. He followed Mia everywhere dutifully, doting on his older sister and trying to be like her.
A much more laid back version of her, thank goodness.
He was a pretty easygoing boy with a love for sharks and dinosaurs.

This was the next challenge mom, who couldn't leave work, but came with the new baby as soon as possible.

Soon after, the next challenge mother gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She has her mother's skin and my hair and eyes.Otherwise, she looked just like me, maybe a softer facial and eye shape, but maybe not.

This is Iris <3

My phone rang and I pulled it out of pocket.
"Logan Fey."
"Logan Fey" a voice mocked me, in a joking tone.
"I don't sound like that Chloe," I said, rolling my eyes.
"You kinda do." She told me laughing.

"So, you rang?" I asked her.
"Great observation captain obvious."

"Thanks, by the way, is there a reason the rental house you picked for me is pink?"
"Pink looks good on you Fey."
"Anyways," she continued. "I think you need a little Logan time."
"I am not going to Spa La La with you."
"No, I mean actual Logan time. In the mountains, it would benefit your challenge..." she said trailing off.

"...Ok, I'm listening..." I told her.

____

Thanks for reading everyone!
Please, please, please drop a comment and let me know what you think!
Do you think it was to rushed or vague? Did the lack of pictures bother you?
Let me know!

 A special thanks to:

Becks: Who managed to help me get my game working and take all posed and cc pictures while my game was getting back on it's feet. Thank you!

Chloe: For taking some of the pictures for this post and bothering me to get this out

 Ashby: For the Christmas gift! Thank you so much, Logan will be wearing it shortly ;)

Danielle: For bothering me. You know you helped.

My mom: Thank you so much for the new nursery set! I love it and it will get tons of use! I love you so much mom <3


The information in the pamphlet about Autism is NOT mine, it belongs to Autism Speaks.
To find out more about Autism, raising awareness, and how you can help visit:

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Autism Speaks, it's time to listen.



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Until next time!
XOXO Logan

Ch. 14 ~Children of Mine~

Chapter 14

~These children of mine~

Hi everyone!

Here is my next post, chapter 14!

I hope that you enjoy it, please drop a comment with your opinion, they really make my day!

To understand some of this post it's important that you've read the latest post in Becks Bests challenge:

http://adifferentkindofchallenge.blogspot.ca/2012/11/locket-babies-24-25-part-1.html

Also, I want to give a big thank you thundrwilowrose for their gift! 

My children's bathroom is finally complete thanks to these cute caterpillar wall hooks!

The gift really warmed my heart, so thank you so much!

Enjoy!

The phone rang in the middle of the night and I awoke with the start.

Becks...the triplets...what if something happened?!

I ripped my phone off my night stand and slammed my finger on the answer button.

"Becks? Are the girls ok?!" I asked in panic.

"Logan?" A familar voice said over the line. I paused not recognizing it.

"This is him." I answered, checking the time. 2 am.

"Logan it's Emily..." She answered. I perked up immediately. Emily was my oldest sister.

"Emily? Is everything alright?" I asked her, getting out of bed.

"It's...I'm sorry Logan, dad passed 5 minutes ago..." she sighed, before breaking into sobs.

"It's ok...It's ok Emily...I'll be right there." I said.

I clicked my cellphone shut.

My dad was dead.

Emily embraced me, still smelling like that girly teenage sister I'd always known.

So much had changed, yet at the same time, it was like no time had passed.

"It was awful Logan...he was fine...and then a couple hours later..." she broke down in my arms.

"I know...it's awful...I'm sorry..." I said, stroking her back.

"I should've called you sooner Logan..." Emily said, her arms wrapped around herself.

"No it's fine, you can't blame yourself." I told them.

"It just...it was so fast." she said, staring off into the distance.

I nodded.

 "Uncle Logan!" My niece Sarah cheered, embracing me as well.
"Hey Sarah? How have you been?" I asked her, smiling warmly.
"Pretty good up until...this..." she said slowly.
"Abigail is going to be so happy to see you!" she told me grinning.
I smiled, I also had a special place in my heart for Sarah's twin sister Abigail.

"I got you something!" I told her, almost having forgotten with all the hugs.
"Really? Uncle Logan, you didn't have to do that!" She said with a blush.
"Happy 17th birthday Sarah!" I said handing her a present.
"Awesome! A turtle habitat!" She squealed, and I smiled at her love of animals.

"I actually got something for you too!" she told me happily.
I thanked her and unwrapped the gift carefully.
"It's...a pink bunny..." I said, slightly confused.
"Yeah I saw your profile pic on face book. Embarrassing much?" She laughed and I smiled at her.
"She's been working on a new piece on piano to show you!" Sarah said excitedly, before rushing off up the stairs, presumably to get Abigail.

I turned back to my sister.

"So...how is mom handling this?" I asked Emily, not really wanting to know.

Emily cringed noticeably.

"Well...you know mom..." Emily said scratching her head.

"LOGYYYYYYY!!!! COME AND SEE MOMMY DEAREST!!!" I heard a shrill voice call.

I walked into Emily's living room where I saw my dear sweet mother.

That was sarcasm.

She looked the same as always, her powder white hair perfectly curled up while she sat up straight in her pastel suit and skirt set.

It was hard to believe this was once a fun loving overall wearing mom.

"Logy! Darling! Look at you!" She said, reaching out for my hand. I hesitated and offered it, allowing her to squeeze it.

"Mother. I'm so sorry." I commented, trying not to grimace at her wrinkly tight grip.

"Well you should be! I haven't seen you in ages! Where are my grandchildren?!" She snapped, letting go of my hand immediately.

Just as I said, nothing had changed.

"I mean I'm sorry about dad." I clarified.

"Oh, yes, sweet Stuart. Such a tragedy." she said, holding a pasty hand up to her heart.

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes.

"He was a great man." I said honestly.

I'm pretty sure now she was the one suppressing the urge to roll her eyes.

"Yes." she said stiffly.

"My kids are actually here, they are right-" I turned to point them out and saw Adele shaking her head no.

I felt her pain, I wouldn't want to meet my mother either.

"They must have run off." I said with a fake smile.

"Nonsense! Do not let my grandchildren run like wilder beasts! Where are the young ones?!" She asked in her shrill voice.

I grabbed Mia before she could escape.

"Mom, this is Mia." I said, holding her out toward my mother. Mia scowled in displeasure.

"What a doll! Aren't you just a lil sweetpea hunny!" my mother said, tugging Mia out of my arms.

I had meant to hold Mia up for viewing...not hand her over to my mom...my poor child...

"Look at those blond curls! Just like your grandma!" She cooed.

Mia glared at me, and reached her little chubby arms out to go back to me.

Before I could reach out and take her back my mom was off again.

"Oh and those little cheeks!" She said.

Then she made a deadly mistake.

My mother reached out...and took a hold of Mia's cheek...pinching it.

Before my mother could coo at Mia more my mother screamed. Emily came running in with a tray of medicine.

"Mom?!" Emily shouted, before stopping short in her tracks.

Mia had clamped her mouth down on my mother's hand. Fangs and all.

I quickly untangled Mia from my mother while Emily tried in vain not to laugh.

"What is wrong with that...that...that thing?!" my mother screeched.

"My child is not a thing!" I yelled back at her, and Mia nodded.

"What, I'm bleeding! I swear your child has fangs or something!" My mother cried out.

Emily and I exchanged glances and Mia smirked.

"You know mom, children teeth." Emily said with a forced laugh. "I will just bandage that up for you..." she said quietly.

"Logan...come over here...let your mother fix your hair." My mom demanded.

"Mom, I can vote and drink alcohol I do not need you to-"

"It's sticking up!" she said shrilly.

I rolled my eyes and moved closer to her.

She wove her thin hands into my hair and began trying to smother it down.

"I swear...just like your father...so unruly...have you never used a comb?" she muttered, and I pretended not to hear her.
 

"You couldn't have dressed nicer? This is the first time you visit your family in years! Your father's funeral for heaven's sake! You couldn't put on a tie!?" she grumbled.

"Mom I am wearing a tie-" she cut me off with her rambling.

"And whose that little one?" she asked, nodding her head to the corner.

Chance gave my mother a toothy grin, and Mia whispered something in his ear.

Oh no.

Chase crawled over to us, for some reason choosing not to walk.

He climbed up my mothers knee and smiled an angelic smile.

"Hello grandma!" He said happily.

"Well hello there! What a handsome young fellow you are!" My mother cooed, scooping him up before I could stop her.

"Thank you!" Chance said happily, snuggling into my mother's side.

I gave Mia a pointed look and she just grinned.

I would be watching those two.

The doorbell rang and Emily's husband Mortimer answered the door.

"Momma!" Mia cheered, running over into Becks arms.

"Mia! Hi baby!" Becks said, tickling Mia, who was beaming happily in her mother's arms.

"Mother, this is my best friend and the mother of my youngest five, Becks Best."

"FIVE?!" my mother said in disbelief.

"Yes, three in hers and then my youngest twins here." I explained.

Becks smiled and held her hand out "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Fey." 

My mother stared at her hand disdainfully, carefully watching Mia out of the corner of her eye.

Probably a smart idea.

 "Mommy...Mia is hungy!" Mia said, in her usual demanding way.

I rolled my eyes at her.

"I'll make her a bottle-"

"No Mia wants the good kind daddy." Mia told me, as if I was stupid.

Becks took a seat in the armchair next to my mother's and pulled some of her top down and lifted Mia up to her breast.

My mother's eyes widened and she looked like she would faint from shock.

"What is she doing!?!?!" my mother screeched, as if Becks wasn't in the room.

Becks looked over at my mom and then turned away to talk to Emily.

"Mom, Mia and Chance are still young, they need their nourishment..."

"They are talking and walking!"

"They are...advanced for their age..." I said slowly, ignoring Chance's little smirk.

"Momma Chance too!" Chance whined, unsnuggling from his grandma.

My mom looked at him wide eyed, clearly horrified.

"Come here Chance, mommy can feed you and your sister at the same time." Becks said.

My mom shoved Chance at me and I handed him to Becks.

My mother continued to stare, and Becks pretended not to notice.

"Mom..." I hissed awkwardly.

"They...they sure eat a lot. My goodness Logan they are like little wolves!" she said.

Becks started laughing and I rolled my eyes.

"Mia sweetie. Aren't you done? You can come be nice with grandma?" My mother suggested.

Mia glared at my mother, not happy with the interuption.

"Mia is busy grandma." she said, before going back to her meal.

Becks just laughed more.

"Kids...they just say the darndest things..." she trailed off into silence under my mom's glare.

"Logan!" I heard one of my favorite voices call out.

"Amanda!" I said, embracing my little sister.

I glanced down at her growing belly and smiled.

"Is my little sis having a baby?" I joked. Amanda smiled.

"No Logan, I just swallowed a bowling ball." She deadpanned, looking completely serious.

We both dissolved into laughter.

"It's good to see you!" She said, hugging me again.

"Yeah...if only the circumstances..." I trailed off.

"Amanda! Amanda dear! Mother is right here!" My mother squealed.

Amanda smiled tightly "Hi mom." she said, kissing her cheek.

Mia finally unlatched herself from Becks and scrambled over to me.

"Mia this is your aunt Amanda." I explained.

Mia opened her arms wide.

"No Auntie Amanda can't hold you, she's holding her own baby." I explained, pointing to my younger sisters stomach.

Mia reached out and I held Mia up so she could touch Amanda's bump.

Mia smiled a cute little smile at Amanda.

"I wuv you auntie!" she said cutely.

"Aw, Logan she is a doll! I have some candy in my pocket, who wants some?" She cooed at Mia.

Mia grinned and clapped her hands. She must have smelled the candy.

Smart girl.

"Me me me Mia!" she cheered.

I saw Adele trying to sneak from the kitchen up the stairs.
"Mom, this is my daughter Adele." I said, stopping Adele in her tracks.
She turned and waved shyly at my mother.
My mom's smile tightened.
"Young lady, your skirt is quite short." my mother said icily.
Adele looked down at the pink ruffled skirt that I'd forced her to wear.
"Um...my other one was in the wash..." she lied awkwardly.
"If it doesn't reach your knees, only bad men does it please!" my mother sang.
"Oh God, she's going to break out the rhyming lessons." Amanda whispered.
"I'm going to make some drinks!" Emily said cheerily "With extra alcohol..." she muttered.
"Yes please." Becks muttered.

"Logan! Adele looks just like you!" my mother said.
Everyone went back to smiling again, it was true.
"It's too bad your facial structure isn't appealing on women." she finished.
Jaws dropped, but no one spoke.
"That nose...it's a bit large...have you ever considered...fixing that?" she asked, surveying my daughters nose.
My daughters face turned scarlet.
 "I-I-I..."
"Stuttering is not becoming of a proper young lady. If a woman can't speak her word, she might as well let the cheese curd."
Adele rushed out of the room embarrassed.
"Didn't even excuse herself! Logan! Do none of your children know proper manners?" my mother demanded.

...It was happening all over again...Nobody was ever good enough...

~Flashback~

"Logan did you wash your hands?!" My mother's shrill voice rang through the house.
"Yes mom, twice." I told her with a sigh.
"Don't you back sass!" she scolded me. "Sophia, no more juice! You don't need more sugar!" my mother turned to scold my sister, who put down her juice sadly.
"Hey, I'm home!" A booming voice came through the door.
"Dad!" "Daddy!" Sophia and I rushed into his arms. Amanda tottled over.
"Stuart! I was just getting them settled for dinner! Now I have to start all over again!" my mother fumed.

My dad loosened his grip on us.
"How was your day Honey?" he asked, leaning to give her a kiss.
She dodged him and walked over to pick up Amanda.
"Logan! How many times do I have to tell you to go wash your hands!?" she shouted, pointing toward the bathroom.
"Mom I washed my hands-"
"NOW." She screamed, pulling at her hair. Amanda started to cry in my mother's arms.
"Quiet you!" My mother said, walking with Amanda into her bedroom.
"I can't handle you all! Stuart! Serve the kids dinner!" she yelled, disappearing into the back room of our house.

~End flashback~

 "Emily! I need to use the restroom! Help me up dear!" My mother snapped at my sister.
"Of course mom!" Emily said, rushing from making the drinks over to helping my mother out of her chair and out of the room.
After she left there was a fragrant pause.
"She's a gem." Becks said.
Amanda and I started to laugh.
I brought the drinks Emily made over.
"Cheers to that!" she said. We all clinked our glasses and said "Aye!"
"Please tell me you don't have more children for mom to meet." Amanda said rubbing her temples.
"Ugh." I groaned. Just June and Blake, who no doubt would not take a liking to grandma.

"So the funeral is tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yes." Amanda responded.
"Where are Danielle and Mckayla?" I asked, wondering where my two youngest sisters were.
 My sister turned to me with a shocked look.
"You don't know?" Amanda asked.
"Clearly." I said agitated.
"They weren't invited...Danielle and Mckayla aren't dad's daughters..."

 ~Flashback~

"Work, work, work! It's always work Stuart!" my mother shouted.
"There's nothing I can do about it Mackenzie! It's my job, I have to pay these bills and feed our kids!" my father shouted back.
"Our kids?! You're never even here! They might as well just be mine!" she shouted, ignoring the crying that sounded from the nursery.
"Great! Now you've woken them up!" she yelled at him, shoving him.
"You're the one shouting!" he said to her.

"Why don't you just leave?! We'd be better without you!" She screamed.
"I'm not leaving my kids with you! Or the twins!" he told her firmly.
The crying's volume increased and my mom stormed off, ignoring me and going into the nursery.
I stood there in the hall, staring at my dad.
"Dad?" I asked, my voice sounding small and vulnerable.
"Logan...hey buddy...you should be asleep." He told me, wrapping his arms around me.
"...Please don't go to work anymore...don't leave us with mom..." I begged him, tears coming to my eyes.
My dad gave me a sad smile "Let's get you to bed." he said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

 ~Flashback end~

"So mom cheated." I said.
"Yeah." Amanda said quietly.
"You ok?" I asked her. I grabbed and squeezed her hand.
"Are any of us really ok?" She asked tearing up.
"I can't believe dad is gone." she whispered.
I nodded numbly.
"Danielle tried to come but when mom saw her...she decided maybe it would be better if she left." Amanda explained.
Emily helped my mother back into the armchair.
"So...who wants something to eat? I made salad, a roast, some angels food cake." Emily said, ushering us into the dining area.


~Blake's Pov~

"I dare you to poke him." I whispered to Adele, who shoved me in the side.
Mia reached toward grandpa in the casket, Adele quickly grabbed her hand.
"Mia, no touching!" Adele hissed.
"We can't just go poking him Blake, he's dead." Adele said.
"I'm aware Adele, I'm not a moron." I scowled.
"HE'S NOT MOVING!" Chance said loudly, causing everyone there to look over.
I looked over at June who was looking down at her feet. I nudged her gently.
"You ok June bug?" I asked her.
She hummed loudly and shook her head no.
"MIA!" Adele shouted, pulling Mia away from the casket. She had been squeezing grandpa's nose.
"Grandpa's got a big nose!" she announced, and Adele sighed carrying her away.

The priest droned on and on in a dull tone. He'd finished talking about my grandpa's many accomplishments and was now talking about how Jesus ascended into heaven.
Man this was boring.
June's head was leaning on my shoulder, and getting heavier by the second.
She was probably falling asleep. Eight year old's shouldn't have to sit through funerals.
She let out a breath that sounded kind of like a sob and I frowned.
"It's ok June bug." I whispered to her. She hummed and then stomped her foot, her usual form of communication.

~Logan's POV~

I was listening to the priest talk about how Jesus rose from the dead and ascended into heaven.
If anyone in my family was going to heaven, it was my dad.
He'd spent his whole life fighting crime, pursing justice for those who did evil.
He was a good man, the calm in the storm that was our family.
He looked so different in the casket from the man I'd known and loved, yet he looked...at peace.
What a crazy messed up world we lived in.

Mia was standing in my lap, trying to get her footing.
She finally managed to stand up in my lap, keeping herself balanced by holding on to my face.
"Daddy, I want bacon ice cream." Mia said, sticking her lower lip out.
The puppy dog face suited her well.
"You can have ice cream later Mia, we have to be quiet right now." I told her quietly.
She made a face at me, and began tugging at my ears and poking my nose.
"Look daddy your ears are floppy like a puppy!" she squealed, flapping my ears.
I didn't need to turn to know my mother was glaring at us.

I smiled sadly, remembering the last time I'd seen my dad.

~Flashback~

"She's so big Logan!" my dad said happily, lifting Carlie up over his head. Peals of laughter came from Carlie's mouth, a wide grin spread over her face.
"Higher Gwampa!" Carlie cheered. My dad laughed and tickled her.
"I know, she grows an inch a day!" I exclaimed laughing.
My dad relaxed with Carlie into the old rocker while I took the porch lounger.
"I remember when you were a lil guy...just like Carlie here." my dad said fondly with a smile.
"Dad!" I said jokingly, pretending to be embarrassed like when I was a teenager.
"You were just as cute...only you were bald." he said laughing. I laughed too.
"Wonder whose side of the family that comes from..." I joked, rubbing his balding head.
We both laughed together.

"Logan...you know things weren't always easy with your mother and I..." my father began, as Carlie fell asleep on his shoulder.
"I know dad...but I don't blame you for that." I told him.
He smiled sadly at me.
"Well I just want you to know that just because things were hard doesn't mean I loved you any less than a dad should." He told me. It was my turn to smile sadly at him.
"Of course not dad, I love you too." I replied.
"I'm sorry I let your mom send you off to boarding school."
I shuddered thinking of that military school. But it was all in the past.
"It's fine dad."
"I'm proud of you son." He told me, a tear in his eye.
"Thanks dad, that means a lot." I told him.

~End flashback~

~Back in Sunlit Tides~

Chloe: So you're a werewolf now?
Logan: What the...how did you know?
Chloe: A little birdie told me...
Logan: Was the birdie purple?
Chloe: Don't freak out, it's not like she's gonna tell anyone else.
Logan: Well yeah, I am a werewolf.
Chloe: All that awkward chest hair...
Logan: Not funny!

 Chloe: Down dog. How is everything else?
Logan: Well you heard about my dad's funeral right?
Chloe: Yeah, sorry to hear about that.
Logan: Yeah...
Chloe: Sorry to hear about your mom too.
Logan: What about my mom?
Chloe: Becks described her to me.
Logan: Oh...yeah...she's uh...real special...

Logan: So what are the kids up to?
Chloe: Same old same old, excited to move.
Logan: It's great that you're moving to Sunlit Tides
Chloe: It really is, you should finish up my house.
Logan: lol I'll get there.
Chloe: So what are your kids up to?
Logan:...I'm not sure...


~Adele's Pov~

Dai wanted to go to the beach, at night, for reasons unknown to me.
That's when the sharks come out right?
I mean...seriously they are active at night right?
Well, either way I wouldn't be swimming in the dark, no way.
I casually strolled out our front door, hollering a goodbye to my dad.

I walked the short path to the beach, it was a very convenient set up.
I could see the lights on in Dai's house, and Maggie stood at the window pressed up against the glass.
I blew her kisses and she pressed her lips up against the glass.
AWE! Could my sister be any cuter?
I waved to her and she pressed herself against the glass, smiling at me.
Dai and I would have to head over there after the beach.

When I got to the beach Dai immediately ran out of the water and embraced me.
"Hey you." he said, kissing my cheek.
"Hey." I said happily, maybe being on the beach at night could be fun.
After all, Dai was with me.
"Come over here, I wanna show you something." Dai said to me, grabbing my hand.
"You better not throw me in the water!" I joked, knowing that he wouldn't.
"I wouldn't dare." he told me seriously.
We both started to laugh.

We arrived at a cozy little strip of the beach.
I gasped in awe and turned and hugged Dai.
"It's amazing!" I told him.
"I wanted to do something nice for you after your trip." he told me.
"That's the sweetest thing ever Dai!" I told him excitedly.
"It's just a little something something." He said, blushing lightly.

Spread out on the ground before us was a picnic basket, next to a cake.
It was surrounded by cute little candles in tiny glass vases.
A heart was drawn in the sand right next to the picnic basket.
I awed on the inside, Dai was the sweetest boy ever.

He took my hand and we sat on the sand, gazing up at the stars.
His hand rested warmly on top of mine, giving it a little squeeze.
"I love this." I told him smiling.
"I'm glad." He told me, and I could tell without looking that he was smiling too.

"Look at all those stars." I said slowly, taking in the brightly shining lights.
"They remind me of holiday lights spread in the sky." Dai told me.
"When Sparkles left your mom told me that Stars are little holes in the sky where the angels watch us from Heaven." I explained.
"I like that idea." Dai said.
"Me too."

"Shall we eat?" Dai asked me.
"Yes, we shall." I answered in a mock British accent.
"Hotdogs ok?" Dai asked me.
"I love hotdogs!" I cheered, squeezing the mustard out onto mine.
"You mentioned it once, and something about your dad not making them?"
"Yeah, when he was a kid he read a book in school called "Where Do Hotdogs Come From?" I answered.
"So where do they come from?" Dai asked.
"I didn't want to know." I told him truthfully and we laughed.

I turned toward the sky again, admiring the stars.
"I bet your grandpa is watching through one of those holes, and is really proud of you." He told me with a nudge. I smiled at him.
"Maybe, not if he's anything like my grandma." I scoffed.
"Yeah my mom told me some interesting stories..." He started, and then frowned.
"Did she say anything to you?" he asked me, examining my face.
I sighed. "I have manly facial features."
He looked at me with a look of disbelief and suddenly pulled me close to him.

"That's not true, your facial features are perfect." He told me.
I continued "and my nose is too big."
"Your nose is adorable, it's so round and cute." He corrected.
I paused, not sure how to respond to that.
"Adele, you are the most gorgeous girl I know!" Dai told me seriously.
I just stared blankly at him, of course he thought that, he's my best friend.
"Adele, you've always been beautiful, when we were little, when we were preteens, and now." he explained to me.

"My grandma said my dad's facial shape looks horrible on woman." I responded dully.
"Well your grandma is clearly blind, and she doesn't deserve to have a granddaughter as great as you are." he told me, grabbing onto my hand.
"My grandma-"
"It doesn't matter what your grandma said." he cut me off.
He squeezed my hand tightly. "Your grandma is wrong."
I looked at him, my eyes probably full of doubt. I wasn't pretty. I mean, I wasn't ugly, but I certainly wasn't Kelly or Veronica.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." he whispered to me.
I smiled at him "I doubt you see yourself the way I see you either."
"Really now? How exactly do you see me Ms. Adele?" he asked me.
"Well." I responded cheekily and we both laughed.
My tone grew serious "I see you as kind. The kindest boy I know. You're nice to everybody, even people who aren't nice to you back. You love animals and you're so good with kids and they love you. Heck everybody loves you! You're really smart, and if you're not smart at something your always trying to do better in it. Even if it's not school stuff you push yourself to do your best and you always try your hardest. You're funny in a nice way, not in a mean way or even a sarcastic way. You have the best kind of humor there is because it's funny and kind. You're amazing, inside and out. You always look great and you have nice hair and the prettiest eyes and without a shirt on you look like a God-"
"A God huh?" he cut me off with a smile.
I blushed a deep red. "Uh...um..." he just smiled at me kindly.
We gazed into each others eyes.
He leaned over toward me, his face inches from mine.
I closed the gap.

I loved kissing Dai.
 I loved being with Dai.
I loved Dai.
"Dai?" I said quietly, momentarily pulling my lips away from his.
"Yes?" he asked looking semi-worried. He looked so cute when he was worried.
"I love you." I whispered softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

He suddenly stood up with me in his arms in one movement, swinging me around.
"Dai!" I giggled, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around me and my feet off of the cool sand.
He pulled me to him in a passionate kiss, a real kiss, not just a peck on the cheek.
"I love you too Adele. So much." he told me.
I blushed and pressed my lips to his again, in another real kiss.
This was perfect.

~June's Pov~

So the funeral was over and grandpa was gone and we were home.
Dad told me not to come out in of the bathroom until I washed the makeup off my face.
 I wasn't going to though. I liked the feel of, the sensation of pressure on my face that it created.
 Usually I didn't like things touching me. Like my clothes.
 When nobody else was around I would wear just my undershirt and underwear.
 Clothing was so heavy and I felt it like pins and needles all over
. I sighed and threw my shirt and skirt to be in my undershirt and underwear.
 I didn't feel the prickly feeling as much now.

I could hear everything.
 It was happening without me.
Downstairs I could hear Blake. He was on the phone with Lucy.
 I couldn't hear her but I knew it was her because I heard him dial the number.
 Each number button makes a different sound. All you have to do is listen to the sounds and then you know what number is dialed.
 Adele was outside with her new foal. It was a unicorn.
Unicorn, real or not real? I guess real if we had one.

I could hear the water running through the pipes.
 Outside I could hear the wind, it was barely blowing today.
 I could hear the cats soft paws on the kitchen counter, the normal horse, real or not real; real, munching on something.
I could tell by the sound it was grass. When the horse ate hay it sounded different.
 Everything was too loud and the tile felt to cold against my skin, it was stinging me.
 I didn't like it. I wanted it gone.
 I wanted everything to be gone.

I let out a hum.
 I do that a lot.
 Most of the time I don't notice I'm doing it.
 My teachers tell me to knock if off but I don't.
  I hum.
 I also stomp my feet sometimes too, and press my head into things.
 My head is always hurting, it feels like someone is pressing it all the time. Nothing makes it better. Sometimes thinking makes it easier. I do times tables in my head.
 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24, 27, 30, 33, 36. I can go higher but instead I go onto fives.
 Not fours. Fours is evens.
 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60.

I hummed again this time stomping my feet.
 It makes things better for a little. So I do it again.
Then I have to do it again so I did it three times. Two is an even number. I don't like evens.
 I decide to get in the bathtub, the empty tub.
I don't like how water feels against my skin. It's too many feelings at the same time, it's everywhere all around.
 The tub is ok because it's white.
White is ok. Yellow is on the walls, yellow is not ok.
 I close my eyes and stomp again wanting the yellow to not be there anymore.
 I have to stomp again though, that way it's five.

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and then around the door.
They are coming this way, it's Adele cause Adele walks different then Blake and Dad walk and Mia and Chance only run because they are wolfs like dad. Dad is a wolf. Real or not real? Real if my memory was right.

"Hey Junebug." Adele said, coming through the door without knocking. Dad must have told her I was in timeout. I wonder how much time had passed in time out. If the clock ticked every second and I listened and heard ten ticks over that period of time and 60 ticks makes up a minute then I've been in here for-
Adele talking interuptted my thoughts "You ok?" she asked me, giving me a long stare.
I hummed.

"Yes." I answered shortly, wanting to her leave.
Blake was ok, Chance was ok, Dad was sometimes ok, Auntie Becks was not ok, Mia was not ok, Miss Addy was not ok, Adele is not ok.
Grandma doesn't even get to be on the list.
"Why are you still wearing your makeup from the funeral?" she asked me, peering at my face.
I didn't answer, but I hummed again and stomped, then stomped again for seven.

"Is your head hurting again?" she asked me gently.
I nodded my head yes. How did Adele know about my head hurting? I only ever told Blake I think.
She pressed her wrist against my forehead and pressed into my skin.
It felt so good, pressure, finally, relief.
"Makeup feels good on my face." I told Adele softly.
"Hm. Well what if you took the makeup off?" she suggested, not moving her hand.
She better not move it.
"No. It stays on." I told her.

"If you take it off maybe you can have some marshmallows?" Adele suggested.
MARSHMALLOWS.
I LOVE MARSHMALLOWS BECAUSE THEY ARE SOFT AND SQUISHY AND PERFECT AND THEY AREN'T TOO MUCH TASTE OR PRICKLING AND THEY ARE YUMMY AND I WANT TO EAT THEM ALL.
I noticed Adele smiling, I must have perked up a bit at the mention of my favorite food.
I crossed my arms over my chest "Blake will get me marshmallow any time I ask." I told her.
Blake got me marshmallow. I liked Blake. Blake was my favorite. I loved him. He was a good brother.

"What if I take off the makeup and then I paint your face? Then you'll still feel like you're wearing makeup." Adele suggested.
I thought about it. Makeup off, paint on. Not normal paint, paint for faces. For my face.
I hummed again.
"Face paint?"
"Face paint." she repeated.
"No yellow." I told her.
"No yellow." she repeated back to me. Good. Everyone should do that cause that way everybody is sure of everything and that's how it should be because it's good.
"No black." I told her.
"No black."
"No gray." I said firmly
"No gray."
"Pink!"
"Ok, pink." she repeated.
"Blue!" I cheered loudly.
"Ok, blue." she said.
"Ummmm green."
"Green?" she asked.
"Green." I told her.
"Ok, pink, blue, and green."
"No diamonds." I told her carefully.
"No diamonds." she replied.

 Adele took a washcloth and got it wet.
"Don't touch!" I yelled at her.
"I'm just going to wipe your face with the cloth June, I won't touch you." she promised.
"No touching." I repeated, making sure she understood.
"No touching." she confirmed. I doubted her but I shut my eyes.
She wiped the cool cloth across my face and I couldn't help it, I squirmed.
The feeling was all over and everywhere and it was moving it wasn't constant like my other feelings like my head.
"There, it's all off." she told me.

"Hurry! I don't like how this feels!" I screamed at her, unable to help myself.
Sometimes I do things that I can't control, like when I hum and stomp.
"Ok." she said calmly, and dabbed her finger into a little jar.
"June it's not going to work if your crying." she said gently.
I kicked her and started to scream.
Bring the pressure back! I want it back! Why is it gone! Why does it feel so weird! Why do I feel this and nobody else does?!

"Adele! What are you doing to June!" Blake yelled, storming into the room.
"I have to paint her face-"
"June doesn't like people touching her Adele, back off!" He yelled at Adele, quickly coming to my side.
"I'm helping her Blake." she told him calmly.
I was still screaming but nobody was listening to me. I stomped again. then again to make it an odd number. But that meant that I stomped twice which was not an odd number, it was an even.
Everything was wrong, and everything hurt and I wanted everything to be over alright!
They were screaming and I wanted them to stop, only I should be screaming, I can't stop screaming, I want to stop, but I can't and now I'm losing control.
I threw myself to the floor violently and started banging my head against the cool tile, trying to relieve the pressure.

I felt hands, someone was touching me, I reached out and bit them, hard and I held on.
Now there was other screaming and more people and shouting and everyone was touching me.
EVERYONE STOP TOUCHING ME.
STOP MAKING NOISE.
ITS TOO MUCH.
TOO MUCH ALL THE TIME.
STOP.
STOP.

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