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Before you ask, I had nothing to do with any of this, it happened on its own, and it feels like I’m having deja vu.

From what I can gather, without feeling too angry about it, is that James invited Ariel up to my bedroom…

And after dropping the box which held a ring inside it, he proposed to her.

Of course she said yes.

And that was the end of that.

When I walked through the door I saw James leaning against the wall nervously. Being a coward this wasn’t really surprising, but he was more nervous than usual.

“Mum I’ve proposed to Ariel.” he mumbled so quickly I barely heard him.  

“Oh my God! How could you be so childish you stupid boy! What on earth have you done?! Think of your schooling! How could you be so petty! How can you even think of having a wife at this age?!” Let’s just say I didn’t take it lightly.

I couldnt even look at him so I said to the wall,

“I don’t know what evil plan you are making, but if you dare hurt Ariel..” and at this point I turned to face him, “I will disown you, James. And don’t for one minute think I wont.”

I called Ariel down, and from the frightened expression on her face, I think she heard everything. I asked her if she was okay with the arrangement and her eyes flickered to James, then back to me.

“Yes, Mrs Lambert, I am. I love James very much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”

I told her that if this was the case, then she should move in with us. I hugged her then reassuringly and told her everything was going to be okay and we’d sort everything out. After talking to Howard about this he was quiet and he suggested that we need a fresh start. I was surprised at this, but I agreed. He told me he had been looking at places randomly on the internet and new the perfect place. We called the owner of the land and everything was sorted over the phone. We called a taxi and left the house behind.

“Welcome home everyone.” I said.

Yes, I am pregnant again, but this time I have a good feeling about it. Just wait and see.

Now that James is a teenager things have been getting easier, he has been at school or with friends and Howard has been at work, so I am left with Sylus. I can say confidently I love him, but sometimes he stares at me with a glint in his eyes that makes me gently shiver. I ignore it though. I really must not upset Howard anymore that he has already been. James is such a handsome young boy. He looks a lot like me, although I fear our personalities differ greatly. A few weeks ago I asked him why he wore black clothing and dyed his hair almost white. He told me that he “wants to look like the boy off Silent Witness, you know, the one who murdered all those students.” Howard and I shared a look but said nothing on the matter.

Fortunately, I do not think anything will come of him, after all, as much as I love him, James is and always will be…

… a coward.

James was not the only person to have a birthday. Sylus grew up into a georgous little boy. He looks nothing like me. I asked Howard who he looked like on his side of the family, and he told me his father had black hair and eyes. I changed the subject then, feeling the tension on the matter.

Sylus is a strange little boy, he seems to be infatuated with his doll house, but I am not sure ripping off the heads is a good thing or not.

One thing I have noticed, is that James loves Sylus very much. He is always staring at him lovingly and holding him in his arms, just like a brother should.

I have taught Sylus to speak, and I’m very happy with his acheivments, he can now talk to me normally, and my counsellor is very happy with my progress with Sylus. That’s the other thing I forgot to mention. I now have a councellor who I meet with once a week for an hour. She is a lovely lady called Julia Swips and without her, I don’t think I would have managed, in fact, I don’t think I would be here writing this…

One night, just as I finished teaching Sylus to stand up on his little feet and see the world from higher up, I called Howard outside, realising I was ready.

We exchanged our vows in whispers, feeling it was only right, and placed the rings on our fingers in silence.

We finally kissed under the moon light and hand in hand, walked to our room.

The excitement must have got to me because that night I went into labour. Wasting no time I nudged a snoring Howard and we left for the hospital, my night bag in his hand.

I cried for almost a day at the hospital and at home with my three beautiful baby girls in my arms. I did not think it possible, but I prayed my thanks to God for hours before reluctantly closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.

I said nothing on the way back home, my world was too perfect to have words spoil the moment, but looking at Howard I saw the frown on his face. I was annoyed but chose to ignore him, I wanted a big family, and I’m sure he will soften as the girls become older.

What I had NOT known, was that whilst Howard was coming to and fro from the hospital, he was building a beautiful nursery for the girls. Later he informed me he was not worried about having to raise 5 children, but whether I would be pleased. I shoved him gently but then kissed him hard on the lips. I thought that answer would suffice.

Here is a picture I have taken whilst the girls are laying in their cots. Adelaide (A-Du-Laid) is to the left, she has the fairest skin. In the middle is Aurora (Or-ror-ra) after the beautiful Aurora Borealis, she is the darkest, and then to the right is Kaiya (K-Eye-Yu)

As always, babysitters seem to be a constant, but loved part of the family, and our current one is Ariel Stark, who James seems to have taken a particularinterest to.

James is different with the girls compared to how he was with Sylus, whether it is because Sylus is a boy I do not know, but he is tender, gentle and protective over them, especially Adelaide.

I have gone for a new look recently, according to magazine’s, it’s all about the curls now. I have a new french-like outfit and as ever, my white “lunnettes” are placed firmly over my eyes.

A few nights ago I earned the feeling of pride. Just as I was about to walk through to my bedroom I heard giggles emerging from inside. Bending down I peered through the keyhole and saw the moment James had his first kiss. I smiled secretly to myself and slowly backed away then excitedly ran down the stairs to tell Howard.

My beautiful babies have grown up, and still I cannot believe I haven’t written for so long. This is Adelaide, she has a mix of mine and Howard’s hair and eyes.

This is Aurora, she is a black haired beauty, with the features of her grandfather- Leighton Sekemoto.

And last but not least, Kaiya. She, too, has the features of her grandfather.

I have been looking through the photos Howard has been taking recently and I think this one really shows the resemblance between Adelaide and I. Howard said so to, and I envy him for having stronger genes.

After brushing my teeth and washing my mouth, my first thought was ‘here we go again…’

i am sooo sorry this has taken so long guys!

i was away all last week and before that my game was messing me about and kept closing. grrr.

i have fixed it now and PROMISE to have a chapter up this week.

sorry, once again.

duggers23. x

*Warning. Adult-ish Content*

Howard and I spent our days relaxing and enjoying our time as young adults, doing what we wanted, having no one tell us what was the right or wrong things to do. Howard was mostly jogging around town, working on his job as a ‘Snack Hawker’, although he vowed he would be a a professional Martial Artist and reach the top of the Athletic Skill.

I spent time reading music books and also books that would help me through my pregnancy. Months passed and Howard and I became restless, I was a week overdue and yet the doctor told me the baby would come when it was ready. Finally one morning, I woke up and realised the bed sheets were wet. I leapt up, too quickly, and felt my body writhe in agony, so much more than before. Howard called an ambulance, but the two midwives stayed to deliver the baby, as I overheard them saying I would not make it by the time I got to the hospital.

Howard had passed out from seeing so much blood and seeing me in pain, and I instantly regretted laughing at him being ‘brave’.

After six long hours of falling in and out of consciousness a baby boy was placed into my arms. The midwife, Lisa, took the child before the world closed around me.
Weeks passed by and Howard tried to support me as much as possible with Sylus, but I just couldn’t love him. I didn’t want him, and I was sure he wasn’t my child. I was always so tried and couldn’t cope with the screaming and crying, so much so I nearly walked out of the house. I wasn’t good enough to be a mother, I wasn’t strong enough, and I didn’t deserve to have a baby. I spent days crying with Sylus in my arms, forcing myself to love him, to want him. And I almost deluded myself into thinking I did, until Howard took me to the doctor’s and I was confirmed of having PND. After this I was sure the baby was evil, that it was doing this to me, giving me strange looks and forcing me to do the things I was doing. Weeks dragged on and it got to the stage where I couldn’t even look at him, and Howard was having to stay off work or hire a baby sitter even when I was in the house to care for him.

I didn’t think he deserved caring for.