tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76447818160959097922024-03-13T10:08:19.778-05:00Calista Smith's 100 Baby ChallengeCatlover800http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647969727704128254noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644781816095909792.post-76584382076796473252012-10-04T16:37:00.001-05:002014-01-17T21:04:08.728-06:00New legacy!<br />
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I've finally decided that I'm am going to continue writing a legacy for the Smith family (haven't done much to it yet... but I will). </div>
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<a href="http://catlover800legacy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b><i>Check it out here!</i></b></a></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">And thank you guys again, for reading Calista's challenge. I love love love you!! </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Just an FYI, I will be checking up on this blog frequently so feel free to comment and I will try to answer any questions you have about Calista's challenge. I'm definitely not going to leave this blog (my very first blog) behind! I will forever love it (okay, this is starting to sound obsessive).</span></div>
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Anyhoo, thank a bunch for sticking with this challenge, I hope you enjoy the new stories I will begin to write!</div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644781816095909792.post-75344087002327714462012-10-02T15:29:00.000-05:002014-01-17T21:04:01.856-06:00Baby 100: When love is deep, much can be accomplished<b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">NOTE</span></b><br />
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<br />Today is my birthday so as a birthday present for myself, as well as to all of my wonderful readers, I present baby 100! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the past, I regretted not doing this challenge faster but now I wouldn't change a thing. I totally love how everything played out in this challenge, even if the beginning was a bit... sloppy. And I'm especially happy to be finishing this challenge on my birthday. Seriously, the best birthday present I could ever ask for.</span><br />
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The quote in the title is by<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/s/shinichisu407242.html">Shinichi
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Also, this is a shout out to a good reader of mine. Hello, First Time
Commenter!! ;) <br /><br />Before you read, I'd like to point out that this post, baby 100, is my 100th post on this blog. I just thought that was so cool. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As per usual, the kids aged up wonderfully.
Ursellia is now working at becoming an author of fantasy books. She
is combining her love of reading and her love for fantasy creatures quite
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jayda is an amazing teenager and even has a
boyfriend already. She's continuing to do her dance lessons and has won
several awards.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jed is quite the cutie and still has a growing
fascination of the creepy crawlies. He'd freak out if he knew that I had
to kill a spider that was in the bathtub the other day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Winston grows up to inherit a head of
dark brown hair and blue eyes. I haven't looked closely enough to tell if
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father in my challenge is none other than my ex-fiancé, Kendall Johnson. I
hear he's still single but not running into too many financial issues, so
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The kids and I are in an intense game of Just
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Hey Calista, it's Adam. Listen,
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Pick it up! Pick it up!" I
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Breathlessly, I talk into the receiver,
"Adam, hey, sorry about that. We were in the middle of game.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Sure thing. Could you come over or
could I come over tomorrow? I have a rather important thing to discuss.
With you," he adds.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Sure, no problem. Um, how about at
my house? It just makes it easier with the kids and all," I reply,
my voice two times higher than it usually is.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Great, see you tomorrow. Love
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Love ya'," I reply, dazed.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Mom! Mom, it's your turn to dance
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Oh, yes, of course. Which song are
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Fame, by Irene Cara."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Early morning the next day, Adam walks up the
steps. He's nervous at what he's about to tell Calista. It's one of
those things that only people who truly know you will understand. He
hopes that she'll understand and if she does, she's the one for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He doesn't have to wait long by the front door
until she lets him in. He notices that she's dressed up nicely, just for
him and it makes him smile to think that she would go through all the trouble
just for one guy, especially a guy like him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She's just as
nervous. Thoughts about what he's going to "discuss" with her
are whirling around in her head. Part of her hopes it's a proposal but
part of her believes it's something else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">They walk into her bedroom, for some privacy,
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Calista," he says. "I've
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Oh my god! To who?" She
responds excitedly. Despite the fact that she feeling disappointment
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He purses his lips. "To, myself."<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Wait... what?" Her confusion is
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I sold it to myself. That first day
we met. You gave me more hope. I didn't realize it at the time but
I needed that house more than anything and selling it was not that answer.
I didn't know how special it was to me and to my family."<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Adam, that's so sweet. I'm so glad
you decided to keep it. Oh, you don't know how happy I am," and she
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I've got another surprise for you.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She looks at him and says, "You and your
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm extremely happy that I was somehow - without
meaning to - able to convince Adam to keep his home. I'm curious as to
what his surprise it but he says I have to wait after the challenge.
These surprises of his, they're going to give me a heart attack from the
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my abdomen. I feel like the closer I get to the finish of this
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the area. I pick up a stuffed animal or "stuffy" as I have
heard them be called. It's old but it's obviously had a caring life.
It must be hormones or something because a tear trickles down my face and
lands on the bear's ear. I hadn't realized it at the time, but reaching
the end of this challenge has really triggered some emotional part of me that I
never knew I had. I quickly wipe the tears away and go to check on the
kids.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I find them in the playroom, playing with each
other. It's so sweet to see them so calm. It's unbelievable to know
that I've gone from a novice mother, to an expert who will successfully raise
100 children. It still blows my mind.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Mom, do you need something?" Jayda asks, looking up.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"No, just visiting my awesome
children."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I sigh and turn myself around to go relax a bit.
It's been nice being so close to finishing the challenge because I have
so much more time to do what I want. It's weird having freedom and I
never realized it until now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I sit down in the pool area where it's nice and
calm. After resting my head for a few minutes or so, I hear the latch of
the gate to the pool open. Standing right in front of me is a familiar
red head: Luke.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"God, you scared the hell out of me.
Please don't do that. And sorry to be a bitch, but why are you here
anyway?"<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I came to… to tell you that I… I can’t let
go of my feelings for you. I know
you’ve moved on, with that other man, but just hear me out." He takes me hand but I pull away. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Okay.…”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sighing, he continues. "After we talked in the jail room, I knew we were just going to stay friends, but a part of me still thought you'd come back to me. When I saw you with that
man at that house, I knew immediately that you had forgotten me, and it triggered something in me. I realized that I did indeed love you, not as a friend, but as a lifetime partner. But it’s obvious that he and you are a thing. So just to be clear, you’re not interested
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Um… no," I say looking down because I know he’s
hurt. If I look him in the eye, I’ll
probably break down. "Luke, I still love you, but not that same way
as I did before," I confess. "Can we
still be friends? I mean, you once said we could be friends, right?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"It hurts me to say this but I still love you, so seeing you
would only hurt more. I know I've said differently in the past but think about it, I was in prison when I saw you last. I was desperate and telling you we could be friends was the only way I knew I could get you to come back to me. But after some thought, I've come to the decision that it
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Luke, how-." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tears well up in my eyes. The
emotions I’m experiencing make me wonder, do I still have feelings for
him? And if so, has Adam been my way of
coping? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">No, I do love Adam. If that’s Luke’s decision, then I’m fine
with that.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"One more thing," Luke says, interrupting my
train of thought. "Am I right about you
and him?"<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I nod, not caring that the tears are rolling
down my cheeks. Luke scrunches his face
in pain and frowns sadly before opening the gate and walking out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Good bye, Calista. Perhaps we’re meet again when the, uh,
circumstances are more in our favor.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Oh, so you’ve come back to change your mind?" I sass. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Um, no?" A deep voice replies. On a
normal day I’d be instantly embarrassed or ashamed to be crying in front of
Adam, but today I am utterly beyond caring.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam comes over and stands beside me. "What’s wrong? I saw Luke walking out as I was coming in. Did he hurt you?"<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Shaking my head no, I wait for his hand to touch
my shoulder so I can shy away from it but no such opportunity arises. He must know me better than I thought. I do like comfort but I prefer to be the one
to choose when I get that comfort. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"He said he loved me… I… don’t… anymore…. But he doesn’t… want… to… be… friends," I
blubber incoherently. Adam hands me a
tissue that is still warm from being in his pocket, I assume. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Then he reaches out to reassure me but
immediately takes it back. I take a
deep breath and grab his hand back, putting it on my shoulder. I pick up the other one and put it onto my
other shoulder. Then I stand to hug him
and wrap my arms around his waist to hug him.
Tears are still leaking but </span>I've<span style="font-family: inherit;"> calmed down a lot in the past five
minutes. He rubs my back as I explain
the entire event that took place prior to his arrival.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When I finish, he asks, "Calista, you need to be
100% sure. Do you still love him?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I don't know. I thought I did but now that I think about it, I don't think I do. I do still feel sorry when I hurt him like that but there's no love in those feelings. I really do want to stay his friend, but that's not going to happen. He made it very clear that he didn't want to go down that road. I think I had such a terrible response to his actions because I lost a friend. But you know what? That crying let out all of those feelings that were built up inside of me. And I feel so much better."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam caresses my cheek and we sit down. "That's good. Um, just wondering, but did you really mean it when you said we were a couple?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Yeah, why? Do you think we aren't?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I thought we were a couple the first day I asked you out. It's just good to know we're on the same page," Adam smiles. Then he adds, "So, would a lovely lady like to go out with me tonight?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Only if you're willing to let me clean myself up."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"It's a deal."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That night, we go out for dinner and afterwards, we chat. I learn many more things about Adam. For one thing, in addition to doing Sim Fu, he also loves soccer, running, and swimming. He works out three times a week, hates asparagus, loves biology, and wants to travel a lot once he retires. He's self conscious about his body hair and he learned to blow bubbles with bubble gum at the age of ten. It's so different, my relationship with Adam. I feel like I know more about Adam than I do Luke, even though I've known Luke much longer. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">We chat until 1:30 am and then go to bad, promising to meet for lunch on another day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Let's make it soon," Adam suggests. "I can't stands being away from you for too long. Love you, Cal."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">His words put me in a good mood. It's nice ending the day on a good note, especially considering today's events. I'm in such a good mood that I don't even mind when Sunny wakes me up at 5:50 asking to be fed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Many days pass and the baby's due date arrives. The contractions hurt but they're familiar and somewhat comforting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I give birth to baby 100, a beautiful 6lb 8oz baby boy. I name him <b>Lukas</b> (a variation of Luke's name) <b>Kendall</b> and I inhale his newborn baby scent. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I snuggle him and feel contentment. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My challenge is over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have actually finished it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I think about the future. <i>Will I marry Adam? Will we have kids? Will we grow old together?</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The kids come in to meet the new baby and I shake my fantasies out of my head. It's nice to dream but right now I need to pay attention to the beautiful moments happening right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The future can wait... until tomorrow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Calista Smith completed her 100 Baby Challenge with....</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">57 pregnancies</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">45 girls <span style="background-color: #fffff2; white-space: nowrap;">♀</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">55 boys <span style="background-color: #fffff2; white-space: nowrap;">♂</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">26 single births</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">20 sets of twins</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">10 sets of triplets</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">1 set of quadruplets</span></li>
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Here's a birthday card that a good friend of mine, Izzi, made for me. It also acts as a reminder of how Calista started her challenge, and how she ended it. Haha, I love how the words that I wrote in my first post and my last post actually work together. Thanks, Izzi!!!!!</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">djskfljdsklfjdsklfjsdklfjsklfjsd <---- Is this what you're thinking? Because it's definitely what I'm thinking. I am so happy to have finished this challenge and I'm so happy you guys have been reading it. Whether you've been reading from the beginning or nearer to the end (or somewhere in the middle) I want to give you all a big hug. <br /><br />*tackle hugs* <br /><br />I hope you all know how significant that hug was, particularly because I don't really hug much in real life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Thank you so much for being here with me while writing and playing this challenge. Honestly, this has been the best year and 10 months I have ever had. It means so much to me to know other people enjoyed it too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As if I haven't said it a million times already, thank you so much for reading and just an FYI, I will be planning another blog with the Smith family so this won't be the last you see of Calista.... :D<br /><br />I hope you have a wonderful day! </span><br />
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Thank you <a href="http://christy100babychallenge.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Christy Quinn</a>, <a href="http://100littlewonders.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Christina Taylor</a>, <a href="http://mmmaddyschallenge.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Addy McKnight</a>, <a href="http://muse1000babylegacy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Kimari Muse</a>, Caitlyn King, Nikki Raynor, and <a href="http://the-apple-legacy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Emma Dunstan</a> for adopting the kittens and letting my use your sims in my game! <br />
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Also, thank you <a href="http://jayda100babies.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Bex</a> for letting me have Jayda Moon in my game. I'm so glad Jayda (Bex's sim) and Jayda (Calista's daughter) could meet! <br />
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Another thank you to <a href="http://chloemoreau100.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Chloe Moreau</a> for letting me use her son in Calista's challenge.<br />
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Right after Jed was born, the kittens aged up into fluffy (and also not so fluffy) adult cats. I texted my friends and told them that their cats were ready to be adopted. <br />
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Christy Quinn and Christina Taylor were the ones who responded saying that they could pick them up the next day and Caitlyn King responded telling me that she couldn't come to my house and could I drop the cat off at her house instead? I replied yes. <br />
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Christy and Christina came first. Specter was a bit wary of Christina but quickly got used to her after a few sniffs. Christy and Trance got along splendidly and he wanted nothing but to be held in her arms. <br />
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"Who's the cat for?" Christy asked me as Impression hopped up onto the bench. He seemed lonely not to have someone to hold him so I went over to him and scooped him up.<br />
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The next day, the kids age up and I become pregnant with the next challenge father. Aiden is now a young adult and his love of cats has now spread to other animals so much so that he wishes to open up a pet rescue for domestic as well as exotic animals. <br />
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Ursellia is my book smart girl. She still loves mythical creatures and always tries to read a fantasy book at least once a week. <br />
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Jayda is still my cute little girly girl of a daughter. She loves wearing dresses and has taken an interest in dance. In her free time, she enjoys playing with Adam in the backyard or reading with her sister.<br />
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Jed is a cutie! He has his father's purple hair and yellowish eyes. He's very fascinated by bugs.<br />
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The father this time around is Chloe Moreau's son, Robbie Moreau.<br />
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The next night, Adam texts me and sends me an email which means that whatever he has to say must be important. I check the text first. <b>Check your email. -AC</b><br />
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I press the power button on my computer and while I wait for it to boot up, I go and eat some lovely dessert with my daughters.<br />
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Finally, the kids are in bed and I have the night to myself. I open the email Adam sent me labeled: <b>Urgent! Please read ASAP!</b><br />
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<i>Calista, I'm so glad you opened this email. If you haven't read my text that I will be sending you shortly after writing this, it will just be telling you to check your email. </i><br />
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<i>Anywho, I thought that since we haven't really seen each other much, I should probably ask you on another date. I know, asking someone over the internet is not the greatest way to do it but I have to skedaddle soon and I'm typing this on my phone on my way to a horse convention in Appaloosa Plains. I'll be back by Sunday so will Monday work?</i><br />
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<i>Text or email me back!</i><br />
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<i>Missing you ~ Adam.</i><br />
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Oh my goodness, that man really knows how to get a girl. My heart is bursting inside and my eyes are tearing up out of joy at his small email. I reply in a text immediately after reading the email telling him that Monday works. <br />
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Ursellia helps me pick out a suitable outfit for my date. My baby bump hasn't started to show yet so I can pretty much wear any outfit. I decide on a cute little dress. It's blue of course.<br />
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"No," Adam starts to say. "It's just that every time I see you, my confidence washes away. I am utterly at loss whenever I see you. Whether or not you find that attractive is up to you," he smiles. "Oh, and I have a surprise for you. It's upstairs."<br />
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"Another surprise? Adam, you already gave me a cat," I say matter-of-factly.<br />
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"Oh no, this is a gift you can't get in a normal store. Come, follow me."<br />
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We walk upstairs to his bedroom and he opens the door.<br />
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"Whoa! What's this?" I stare at the obtrusive object that's standing in the middle of the room. <br />
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"This, is a state of the art photobooth machine. I won it at an auction a few months ago and it finally arrived. I thought that since I don't have any pictures of you around the house yet, I might as well make a photobooth picture as our number one.<br />
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"Let's see," Adam grins and we both walk into the photobooth. <br />
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"Forget about the dishes," Adam begs earnestly. "I've been waiting for so long for, well... you know. Calista, please, don't make me wait any longer." <br />
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I try to continue walking towards the refrigerator but Adam's strong grip and his lips on my ear don't help my case. I give in and he spins me around to face him, so fast that the plate falls to the ground.<br />
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"Should we... go a little further?" He manages to ask. His chest is heaving and it pushes against mine. I can feel the strength of his heart beating against my own quickening beat. <br />
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His hands reaches near my thigh and I gasp, "Yes!"<br />
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In a few short minutes, my clothes are off, yet he's still fully clothed. My mind is whirling but then I realize that we probably shouldn't be doing this. I'm pregnant with the next baby and I don't want what happened with Luke to happen with Adam. I cannot have Adam's baby. At least, not yet.<br />
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"Adam," I try to push him away. His eyes burst open and he smiles at me. "We can't do this. My challenge."<br />
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Disappointment hits him like a rock and his grasp on me loosens. "You sure?"<br />
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"Yes. But don't be sad," I put my hand on his cheek. "We can still fall asleep in each other's arms."<br />
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He smiles at the idea. "It'll make the time I marry you so much better. The anticipation is nearly killing me, but sleeping next to you is the second best thing." He slips off his shirt and pants and has me in his arms once again. His chest hair is smooth and it tickles my bare stomach. I giggle and we hop into bed for some more kissing.<br />
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We fall asleep together for the first time. I think he's asleep when I hear in my ear, "This has been the best night of my life. Thank you." Adam's lips kiss my hair and I snuggle up against his burning chest as he rests his arm lightly on my rib cage. He gently rubs me skin with his thumb and pretty soon I'm asleep.<br />
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I'm back at home and my pregnancy is going well, as always. Once again, I seperate out the cats who are going to be adopted from the three that aren't. <br />
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I'm at Adam's house again and Jed is playing on the floor with Kadie, Adam's dog.<br />
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"So, you're on baby 99 now. That's extremely impressive," Adam says, as he sits down next to me.<br />
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"I just can't believe how far I've gotten. Especially how much I've accomplished. I mean, in the beginning of the challenge, I never thought I'd finish. It seemed like an unattainable wish."<br />
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"I'll get it," Adam declares on his way to the door.<br />
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I hear a familiar voice speak as the front door opens. "Hello, sir. I'm working on my community service hours. Do you need any help with your lawn or anything?"<br />
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"Um, I think I'm good. Thanks for asking. The guy next door might need some help though."<br />
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Adam is about to shut the door when I appear by his side. "Luke?" <br />
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"Calista!" Luke exclaims turning around and equally surprised. <br />
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"You're out of jail now?"<br />
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"Yeah, I don't know if you heard but I was released as long as I work on fulfilling my community service hours."<br />
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"Well, I'm glad you're doing... better."<br />
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"Yeah, it's not too fun but it's better than sitting in jail and hearing people complain about their lives. Plus, I think the community service stuff is doing well. Anyway, I should be going now."<br />
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"Okay... bye." Our eyes meet one last time before Adam closes the door.<br />
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"Well that was, er, interesting," he sighs, turning towards me.<br />
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"Yes, it was," I pause, "You do know who he is, right?"<br />
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In no time, <b>Winston Robin Smith</b> is born. My heart skips a beat when I realize that I only have one more baby to go.<br />
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Aiden marries Robin Furlough, a young woman he met at a dog show. <br />
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They're both animal people, Aiden wants to open his animal rescue and Robin is working at becoming a veterinarian, so they both agree not to have kids.<br />
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All of the kittens have been adopted!
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Impression (M) - Caitlyn King (Catiebear)</div>
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Trance (M) - Christy Quinn</div>
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Reverie (M) - Nikki Raynor (Shannae Deverson)</div>
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Mirage (M) - Emma</div>
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Specter (M) - Christina Taylor</div>
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Imagine (F) - Laura Sims</div>
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Fantasy (F) - Addy McKnight</div>
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As always, the children are growing up fast. Soon after the birth of baby Jayda, the triplets age into bright young adults and move out. Genevieve is going to Lucky Palms to study sociology, Yasmyna is got a scholarship to an engineering school in Barnacle Bay, and Quentin is working at becoming a pediatrician.<br />
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Aiden is now entering his teen years. He is a bit tentative at going to high school because of his unique looks but he's strong and I know that he can achieve his goals without being teased. He seemed to have no trouble in elementary and junior high school so high school shouldn't be any different. He also shares me intense interest in cats and wants to become a veterinarian.<br />
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Ursellia is fascinated by mythical creatures and loves reading fantasies. She loves dressing up but doesn't mind getting down and dirty every once in a while.<br />
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Jayda is my total girly girl. She'd wear dresses and tiaras every day if she could, but of course, that would be difficult because she enjoys playing on the playground with her sister and that's pretty messy. She is absolutely adorable with my blue eyes and her father's bright red hair. <br />
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The next father is the son of one of my good friends, Becks Best. Her son's name is Cole and I'd be so happy for the next baby to get his purple hair or perhaps his beautiful, bright yellow eyes.<br />
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"I'll take care of the cats while you have your girl's day out," Aiden announces one Saturday morning. He bends down and says to Aquamarine, "You, me, and the other cats are going to have so much fun. I know you want a treat, don't you? Just wait here and I'll get you one." Aiden leaves the room just as I do. I walk into the master bathroom to find the girls already ready for our makeovers.<br />
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"I want my nails painted!" Jayda claps excited.<br />
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"What are you going to do mommy?" Jayda asks.<br />
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"Hmmm, I think I'll pick blue. It is my favorite color, you know," I grin. <br />
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After ten minutes, both girls have their toenails and fingernails done when I hear Aiden call for me.
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"Mom! I didn't know. I didn't mean to. She just... she just...," he sniffles as I run out into the foyer.<br />
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"Sweetie, what's wrong? What are you talking about?" Panic builds up inside of me and my heart rushes. I'm expecting the very worst.<br />
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"Aquamarine went to take a nap while I was getting the treats and she didn't come when I called her so I when I found her asleep I tried to wake her up and she wouldn't wake up. She's dead!" He blurts out and more tears flow down his cheeks.<br />
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"Oh my god, darling I'm sorry you had to witness that," I console him. We hold each other in embrace and the girls come in.<br />
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"What's wrong mom? Why is everyone crying?" Ursellia asks. I pull her and Jayda into our circle of embrace and just squeeze them tightly.<br />
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After explaining what happened to Aquamarine, we bring her to the creamators the next day and set her ashes onto the shelf to be with the others. <br />
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A few weeks after Aquamarine passed, her husband, Brite, also went to kitty heaven. He did seem a little different after he realized she was gone so perhaps he decided it was time to go up with her too. I tell Adam about it in a chat that night and confirm his visit to my house tomorrow.
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I tell him it's no problem and refrain the urge to ask him what it was that "came up." We say good-bye and it seems to take forever for the next few days to pass.<br />
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Finally, it's Friday and I hear the honk of the taxi, which immediately causes me to put down what I'm doing and run to the door. I see Adam walking up the deck and I open the door to let him in. <br />
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"Adam! So nice to see you!" I greet cheerfully. "What's this?" I ask, as my gaze drifts from his eyes to his arms.<br />
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"Well, you and the kids seemed quite down after the death of your two cats so I decided that the line of cats needed to continue and perhaps this pretty lady could cheer you up."<br />
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"Dream! What a wonderful name for such a beautiful cat. Can I hold her?" I take Dream from Adam's arms and right as she lands in my arms, her motor starts to purr. <br />
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"She's so friendly and soft. Jayda, look at the new kitty Adam brought over. We're going to adopt her. Her name is Dream," I say to Jayda, as she crawls into the foyer.<br />
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Adam picks her up and we walk to the living room where we chat and catch up. As we're chatting, I notice how good of a father-figure Adam makes. He's attentive to Jayda and even bounces her on his lap. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was his very own daughter. Adam stays for dinner but leaves soon afterward, much to his and my dismay. He has a conference to go to tomorrow morning.
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Sunny takes quite an interest in the new female in the household. He's decided to go with the "be annoying and perhaps she'll find me attractive" technique.<br />
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Meanwhile, my pregnancy is going well, as always. My doctor is amazed that I never have issues commonly associated with pregnancies and I'm very grateful for that. Because I am pregnant, I cannot practice my Sim Fu, but Aiden takes an interest in it and I am eager to teach him.</div>
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Believe it or not, Dream gives birth to eight rambunctious kittens, each unique in their own way. The first is Impression. He seems to be very interested in music and is always found in the kids' room or the music room. He especially loves to fall asleep to the sounds of the classical radio station.
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Trance is the next kitten to be born. He has an odd interest in plants. The even more interesting thing about it is that he doesn't chew them like most cats. Instead, he loves to just rub his face on them and will sometimes try to play with them. His favorite plant is the little potted one on the coffee table.</div>
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Chimera is the third kitten to be born. She has a sweet and very laid back personality. She will also purr in response to human touch and loves to be held. She's definitely a lap kitty.</div>
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The fourth is Reverie. He's quite a vain cat and is fascinated by his reflection in mirrors, water, and shiny objects.</div>
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Mirage is the fifth kitten. He enjoys being a giant and his favorite past time is hanging out with Jayda in her doll house. She's the care taker of the house and he's the giant monster who crushes the furniture in his furry little paws.</div>
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Specter is the sixth kitten. He's likes to hang out in small crevices and jump out at people. It sounds like a terrible habit but he's never too rough about it. </div>
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Imagine the seventh kitten born. She loves clothing and will curl up in the clothes basket. It's cute but also a bit dangerous. We found out the hard way when I almost threw her into the washing machine.
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The last kitten is Fantasy. She enjoys hanging outside and will do anything to escape into the backyard.<br />
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The Smith family introduces Jed Beckett Smith into the household. He's a lovely 8 lb. 2 oz. bundle of joy.
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Genevieve is the only one of the triplets to get married. She marries Damon Canary. <br />
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Together, they have one son named Deacon. He has his grandfather's awesome blue-green hair.</div>
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Firstly, a thank you to <a href="http://adifferentkindofchallenge.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Becks Best</a> for letting me have her son in Calista's challenge. ^_^<br />
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Secondly, there are kittens to be adopted!! Remember, if you'd already adopt one, please don't request one, we want to be fair over here.<br />
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Okay, if you'd like a kitten, Chimera will not be available but the other seven will be. Let me know <i>in the comments below</i> which kitty you'd like. First come first serve. Good luck and "may the odds be ever in your favor." ;)<br />
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<u>Kittens available for adoption:</u></div>
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<strike>Impression</strike>, <strike>Trance</strike>, <strike>Reverie</strike>, <strike>Mirage</strike>, <strike>Specter</strike>, <strike>Imagine</strike>, and <strike>Fantasy</strike>.<br />
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Note, if the kittens aren't adopt by next friday (September 14), I will allow previous adoptees to adopt a cat (every cat needs a loving home).</div>
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I'm going to write my "notes" at the beginning of the posts, instead of the end. It just makes more sense... sort of. I'll probably occasionally write two notes. <a href="http://soundfxnow.com/soundfx/DramaSound3.mp3" target="_blank">Duh duh DUH!</a> <br />
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And OMG, I actually posted a post that wasn't in parts! This calls for an epic celebration. And you're in luck! I won't be posting in parts from now until the end of the challenge. Partly because I want to finish it fast and partly because I recently made the connection that this post was my 97th post on this blog and this is for the 97th baby. I'm planning on having Calista have single births from now on (so many challenge fathers!) so baby 98 will be the 98th post, baby 99 will be the 99th post and hopefully baby 100 will be the 100th post. I just think that will be so cool (goodness, I hope that what I wrote makes sense...). :D<br />
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The idea for this post was stolen (with permission :3) from <a href="http://johansonlegacy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Laura Johanson</a>. She wrote a post with this same idea which you can check out <a href="http://amanda-100babychallenge3.blogspot.com/2012/07/hello-love-babies-35-36-and-37.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Also, thank you <a href="http://adifferentkindofchallenge.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Becks Best</a> and <a href="http://chloemoreau100.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Chloe Moreau</a> for Adam's and Calista's screen names and <a href="http://jayda100babies.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Becky Ellen</a> for letting me use her challenge mother's son, Zane Moon, as a challenge father. </div>
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<i>Sexypurple has signed on.</i><br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b></i>: It's so weird not seeing you in person. I haven't seen you in ages. How're you doing darlin'?<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>Well, the kids aged up well. Ursellia has her father's eyes but that's it. But she's adorable! Oh, and Parker and Seth moved out. I cannot believe they're already adults! I feel like it was just yesterday they were born.... :(<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>Can you believe that after they were born, I finally found the guts to asked you out?<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>Seriously? Whoa. I was so proud of you for asking me. I was considering asking you out myself since you were sort of taking a while. *blushes*<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>You're so cute when you blush. Even if it's in text. Wait, are you for reals?<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>I'd say the same to you but you never blush. I hate to say it, but yes... >.> I am "for reals."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> Hey, I'm not that bad, am I? *blushes*<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>Of course not! Now I just want to ruffle your hair. *ruffles hair*<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>You're tempting me to do dirty things.<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>O_O Like what?<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>*shifts eyes* I think I might....<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>Daw, aren't you sweet. Ooh, by the way, I'd really like to see your face. Perhaps we could switch to video chat?<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>That's even better. Just a second. My microphone doesn't work that well.<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>"There, now I can see your face, purple. Oh shit, I hope you didn't get a good look at me. I was in the middle of changing when I logged on. Just a sec."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"Haha, of course you were. It's like that one time when I came in and your were half naked. I wanted to scoop you up and take you to bed right then and there. But that would have been very un-gentleman-like."<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>"Yes it would have. Okay, done changing. You can look now. I guess I'm not that good at multi-tasking. Don't ask why I became a mother."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"My my, is that what you usually wear the bed? It's sad, we're dating and I don't even know what you wear to bed."<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>"You will soon."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"Are you hinting at anything?"<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"Whoa, that is really red hair. Care to have some dark haired babies in the Smith family tree sometime?"<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>"You'll get your turn someday. But don't get too excited. I'm a bit backed up with challenge fathers now. You'll have to wait a while."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> "</i>I'll wait as long as you want me to."<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>:</i> "You sure? 'Cause it'll be a while...."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"I'll go check my calender. Yup, definitely free for the next lifetime."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"The house...? Oh yeah, it's... it's good. I've gotten several offers. None that are good though but there's one that I might take."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"Yes, but it'll take a while for me to make a decision. I'm still debating some things."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> "Well, I don't have an entire lifetime if I'm spending most of it with you. Aw, is that... no wait, let me guess.<i> </i>That must be Brite!"<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>"You would be correct, purple."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"Hey, if you call me purple, may I call you blue?"<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>"And you're sexy, purple."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"And you're a crazy cat lady, blue."<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>"Okay, something tells me we're not getting anywhere, purple. Shall we talk about something else? Perhaps something more suited for our intelligence."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"Okay, let's talk about... when we're going to meet next."<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"Why wouldn't I? Your kids are the best in the world. I love them like they're my own."<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>"Gosh, did you know it was this late?"<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>"Well, I did but..."<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>"Oh you sneak. You're as bad as the kids. Okay, well, I gotta go to bed now. Otherwise I'll never wake up tomorrow."<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>I'm okay. *sigh* The kids are growing up way too fast (as always...).<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>They sure did. You're so good with Ursellia. Genevieve told me that Ursellia asked about you that night. <br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>It was extremely touching when she called me daddy.<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>I love when you're in his mood. Your sarcasm really kicks in.<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>Yuppers!<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>So... what's going on in purple world?<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>Nothing much. Just thinking a lot about a certain blue someone.<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>Well, isn't that vain.<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>You knew what I meant. >.< I'm thinking about you, silly!<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>I knew that. I just wanted to see you type it.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Crazycatlady</i><i>: </i> Yup, the baby is due in a few months but s/he is doing great. No complications whatsoever.<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> That's good. Hey, are you still having Dexter as a challenge father? He emailed me recently and said that he won't be able to get to the sperm bank any time soon so he wanted to know if it was alright if he dropped out of the challenge. He said a few other things but I'm not going to mention that.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Crazycatlady</i><i>: </i> Sure, tell him it's fine. I'm a bit backed up anyway. Ugh, thank you for sparing my brain from his nonsense.<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i>Okay, I'll let him know. Um, is it alright if I ask you something that may be a bit personal?<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>Whoa, that man was messed up.<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>It's alright. I'm just glad he's not going to make an entrance into my life. That last encounter with him was the last. Unfortunately, just to get him out of the house, I promised him I'd let him be a challenge father.<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>Ooh, I'm sure it'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen? Besides, you can kick his ass if he asks you for anything again, Master Smith.<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>Sorry to break it up again but I should probably be getting to bed.<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>Adam! I don't know if you're on but... I just gave birth to baby ninety-seven and she's a beauty.<br />
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<i><b>Sexypurple</b>: </i> <i> </i>What's her name?<br />
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<i><b>Crazycatlady</b>: </i>Jayda (after her father's mother) Luna (because Zane Moon's last name reminds me of Lunar which reminds me of the name Luna :P).<br />
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Daniella gave birth to their only daughter, Paisley (named after Parker's and Seth's father's mother, <a href="http://paisleyparkers100babykids.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Paisley Parker</a>). She didn't get any of her parents' features, except for Daniella's purple eyes, but she's quite the cutie nonetheless.</div>
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"Is this... my backyard?" I say, gazing around at the familiar blue playground. I don't mean to be rude but this is quite an interesting location for a date. Perhaps we zenported to the wrong place?<br />
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"Oh, so how many women have you taken on interesting dates? And what do you mean by 'interesting?' If you don't mind me asking."<br />
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"Well, not as many as you might think," he flashes me a smile. I roll my eyes at him. "And because of that, I haven't taken them to that many places. I keep the special places for the special people."<br />
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"Aw, you're so kind, Adam."<br />
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I hesitantly climb up it. It seems that dress was not the best wardrobe choice for a date like this. I pause before sliding down and joining Adam at the bottom. <i>What if the kids see us?</i> Then I remember that they're not at the house and my heart slows down a bit. Phew.<br />
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"Still think a playground is a terrible place for a date?" He murmurs.<br />
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"Of course not," I whisper. "When-when did I ever think that?" <br />
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Then he gets down and gives me a second spine-tingling kiss. The odd thing about it is that our lips barely touched and yet he's gotten me wanting more.<br />
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"Told you I was good," he whispers proudly and I don't even try to wipe the amazement off of my face, which gets Adam grinning even more.<br />
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As quickly as he came, he's off looking at the gate to the pool.<br />
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"I thought I smelled chlorine. You never told me you had a pool!"<br />
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The smart-Alec in me replies, "You never asked."<br />
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"May I see it?" I nod and open the latch. We walk in and Adam stares at it in amazement. "Wow, I haven't taken a dip in a long time. Mind if I do?"<br />
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"Now?" I ask dumbly. "You don't have a swimsuit...."<br />
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Adam chuckles, "You don't mind, do you?" He asks as he starts to take off his shirt and pants. The first glimpse I get of his physique and... I can't say I mind.<br />
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Nope, not one bit.<br />
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"You going to hop in?"<br />
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"Me? Well, I'm not really dressed for the pool...," I start to say as an excuse.<br />
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"You could strip like me. I won't look," Adam jokes. At least, I think he's joking. <br />
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"Okay you know what, how about I go inside and get changed?"<br />
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"Sounds good to me. I'll be right here."<br />
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I walk out of the pool area and run to the house. Once inside, I slam the door to my bedroom and pull out one of my nicer but not too revealing bathing suits. I shower and shave my hairless-already-shaved-legs again. Then I lather up with lotion and spray a bit of perfume and tidy up my now tied up hair. It's been a good twenty-five minutes, so I run out as fast as I can and come into the pool area.<br />
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"Oh good, you're here. I was beginning to think I'd been forgo-" he gawks as he swims around to see me.<br />
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"Wow, for having carried ninety-five babies... you're... incredible," he says as I climb into the pool.<br />
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We swim around a bit. Due to the strenuous self defense we've been doing recently, we're very strong swimmers, so we hang out a lot in the deep end. I manage to splash Adam and he pretends to miss spraying me with a bunch of water.<br />
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"Don't worry, princess. You can splash me. My make-up is waterproof," I challenge him. <br />
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Once he hits the end of the pool, he turns around. I stop swimming and realize that we're in the shallow end of the pool and my feet softly hit the rough surface of the floor. <br />
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I look at Adam and he looks at me, making no intention of splashing me back. Water is dripping down his ears and off of his chin and his hair is already partly dry. His purple irises stare into mine and I can't help it but to lunge at him in a full on kiss. <br />
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My legs start to wrap around his body and our kisses get deeper and more intense. It lasts several minutes but when his kisses start to move down to my clavicle and mine into his hair, I pull away.<br />
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"I'm sorry... I just-"<br />
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"It's okay, Calista. I understand," Adam murmurs, kissing me lightly on the cheek.<br />
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"Momma, kitty soft," Aiden coos as he pets Aquamarine. <br />
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For an older cat, she sure has enough energy to handle the impulses of a toddler. The sun has set by the time I start to get Aiden ready for bed. <br />
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While doing so, Genvieve pops into the room, "Mom, there's a man coming up to the house!"<br />
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I instantly assume that this man is Adam, which makes sense because I haven't really introduced the kids to him. I quickly set Aiden down in his crib before walking towards the front door.<br />
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I am utterly surprised to see someone else at the door.<br />
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"Kendall <i>Johnson</i>?!" I gawk as the door swings open. <br />
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"Wow Calista, you haven't changed a bit," he says as his opening bit.<br />
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"Uh, come in," I mutter. This should be interesting. <br />
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[Read about Kendall Johnson <a href="http://catlover800.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-1-and-2-im-mother_29.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://catlover800.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-12.html" target="_blank">here</a> to catch up.]<br />
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"Wow, I never thought I'd see you here. Aren't you living with Claire in Hidden Springs?"<br />
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"Actually, we broke up, which is why I'm here-"<br />
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"What?! Seriously, Kendall. You have so many relationship issues. Why would you think of coming here? If you think I'll help you or even think about taking you back. Well, you're wrong," I fume. <br />
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"I wasn't asking for your love again, I know I already severed that tie. But I was just asking for... money."<br />
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"I've raised ninety-five kids, what makes you think I'd have enough money to spend on you, you lowlife?!" <br />
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"Your house...," he glances around.<br />
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"Yeah? What about it?" I bark.<br />
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"I just need the money, Calista. That's all I'm asking for. Please help me. I don't know what to do. Claire took all of my savings during the divorce. I'm broke."<br />
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His desperate pleas break through the stubborn wall that I had been trying to hold up.<br />
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"Well, I don't know..." I say looking down at my feet.<br />
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"Please, I'm not asking for much. Do it for me, do it for my kids."<br />
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I manage to fight again, "No! I mean, no, I won't give you money. But I know one way you can get a little more cash. You could join my challenge. Be a challenge father by donating your sperm to the local sperm bank. Now please, would you just leave?"<br />
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"Alright, thanks Calista. I- I'll go do that," he says and leaves slowly. <br />
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I hold in my emotions as I shut the door. When the latch clicks, a tear trickles down my face. I can't believe I'm helping this man. He broke my heart as well as my sister's heart and it's sickening to see that this man is continuing to break other peoples' hearts. I really hope he doesn't come crawling back here. It's sad to see him so desperate but I just can't forgive him. <br />
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During my pregnancy, the kids are finally given a proper introduction to Adam. Although I didn't tell them we were dating, I told them he was a good friend of mine and that they should get to know him a bit. <br />
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The good thing is that Adam loves kids (or at least he says he does...) so he and the kids spend a lot of good quality time. He takes them to places and gives them advice and helps them with homework. The kids even invite him to join in marshmallow roasting night while I stay inside, preparing for the baby's due date.<br />
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In the old weight room, Adam gets the kids a new stereo with surround sound as well as three new video games. Like the gumball machine, I have to make a time limit as to how long the kids can have the stereo on, otherwise I'd never get any sleep with all the yapping and hooting they make.<br />
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Finally, baby ninety-six, <b>Ursellia Cassidy Smith</b>, is born. She doesn't get her father's bright skin tone but hopefully she'll have his hair or eyes.<br />
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Wow, so I really didn't want Calista and Adam's relationship to go by that fast but... I just had to! I got carried away because I love them so much and jiewoafnkjdnk. <br />
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Anyway, the point of that last paragraph was that I hope you guys don't mind the sudden speed up.<br />
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Also, thank again to <a href="http://thecronwelllegacychap1.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Kurtis/Entelligent</a> for making me the challenge father and Ursellia's middle name came from one of the current characters in his blog.<br />
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To my readers, thanks for reading! And do check out the polls on the side of my blog if you haven't already. :) <br />
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Bye! And have or had a nice day. ^_^ *waves*<br />
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The kids all age up beautifully and my two girls, Kyla and Evangeline, are already out of the house.</div>
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Aiden is quite the sweetheart and grow a sweet tuft of his father's hair and has a more adorable version of his father's round nose.<br />
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As the kids age and develop, I finally manage to earn my black belt. Now Adam has to refer to me as, "Master Smith" and I quite like it. <br />
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"Master Cohen, are you up for a little competition?" I challenge him and we get ready to spar. <br />
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Miraculously, I've built up the muscle and gained the flexibility to jump and spin and kick in the air. <br />
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Of course, Adam is pretty good himself but still, I feel so proud of myself.<br />
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It's amazing and I feel exhilarating. For the first time, I win the sparring match. Although it was very close. We were tied until the very end when my last kick almost sent Adam to the floor, earning me my first win.<br />
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"And you weren't even trying to let me win, were you? Ha!" I boast.<br />
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"Of course I was letting you win. We'd be on the run to the ER had I not gone easy on you." <br />
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But I know I've got him because afterward, when he thinks I'm not looking, I catch him massaging his arm.<br />
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I get home to find the triplets hanging out in the office for once. Usually they're hanging outside or in the toyroom. But not tonight. Tonight they're excercising their brains. Quentin is even playing a successful game of solitaire. <br />
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"Mom, I think I might win!"<br />
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"Really? That's awesome!" I say, trying to boost his spirits just in case it turns out that he didn't win. <br />
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The other day he couldn't win the game and was getting pretty frustrated. To my relief, I notice the cards crashing to the bottom of the screen and the little notice that says, "You won!"<br />
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"Good job, Quentin! I knew you could do it," I praise him.<br />
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"Gosh, I could use some luck over here, mom," Yasmyna grumbles over her next chess move. "Oh, nevermind." To Genevieve she grins, "Check... mate," as her bishop finally corners Genevieve's king.<br />
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"Darn it," Genevieve says. "Let's play again!"<br />
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I find the teens playing with Aiden. Well, Seth is playing with Aiden. I don't know what to make of what Parker is doing.<br />
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Earlier that day I had picked up the sperm from the next challenge father, Zachary Zen. I hope the baby gets hit awesome skin color!<br />
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It's the next day. I drive over to Adam's house and he immediately greets me at the door.<br />
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"Calista! God, you're beautiful!" He compliments. <br />
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I've noticed that every time he sees me he says something along the lines of "you're beautiful" or "you're gorgeous." Is that like something special that he only says to me? Does he really mean it?<br />
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"Thanks, Adam. I quite like this outfit. I've always had this dress in my closet and...," I stop talking because I know guys don't like hearing that kind of thing from girls. <br />
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"And...?"<br />
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Surprised, I say, "What?"<br />
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"You were saying something and then you just stopped. I just wanted to know what else you were going to say."<br />
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"Well, aren't you sweet. I was just going to say I never found a chance to wear it. Anyway, I thought men didn't like hearing 'girl stuff,'" I quote.<br />
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"I don't actually mind it."<br />
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I throw him a look.<br />
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"Calista, don't be immature. I'm not <i>gay.</i> Otherwise I wouldn't have invited you over for a date. I'd have probably brought you over for tea and cookies or introduced you to one of my straight friends if I was gay," Adam laughs and I can't help but join in. "I want to take you to this tree," he finally says as the laughter dies down.<br />
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To his surprise I grab his hand and he flinches slightly and doesn't move an inch.<br />
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"C'mon, Adam. What are you standing there for?" I tease.<br />
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He smiles and squeezes my hand. Just by the way he steps is an indication that taking his hand was a good move. He stands by the base of the tree and tells me to sit down.<br />
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"You sure? I'm in a pretty short dress. I don't want to risk you seeing anything, if you know what I mean."<br />
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I half expect Adam to start doing something dirty while my eyes are closed but he doesn't. In fact, we make no physical contact whatsoever.<br />
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After what seems like thirty minutes I can't take it anymore. "Adam-"<br />
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"Shhhh," he says. <br />
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Then we're in the air and I feel a warm glow surround me. I'm speechless and then I feel Adam take my hand and my body is pulled in every direction. It's painless and quick. I stumble and my vision is distorted once we finally hit what seems to be earth. Before my eyes can register what happens, hands cover my eyes up.<br />
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"What the hell is happening?!?!" I try to struggle and pry this person's hands off but Adam's voice tells me not to. <br />
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I give myself a mental slap. How could I have been so stupid. Who else's hands would those have been? I calm down and let him lead me. I'm glad he's covering up my face because that means he's not looking at it and can't see me blushing. I soon realize that he may be able to feel it but there's nothing I can really do. <br />
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He walks me over across a stone path. I can feel the rough unevenness of the surface and guess that it's made of stones. Then we stop and I hear him fiddling with what must be a latch to a gate. It takes a while so I form the generalization that he probably hasn't been to whatever place he's taking me. Or at least, he wasn't the one to open the latch.<br />
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After a short struggle, it finally opens but then we come across another latch and when that's opened, we stop. After a few moments he uncovers my eyes. <br />
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"Surprise!" He says. "Second date location has been revealed. I hope you liked the trip. Please remember to take your belongings with you."<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>NOTE</b></span><br />
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Thank you to <a href="http://thecronwelllegacychap1.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Kurtis</a> for making the challenge father, Zachary Zen. He is currently using one of Calista's sons (Harrison, baby 81) in his legacy as the spouse for Generation Six so you should check it out! <br />
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Oh, and I'm sorry about the fact that the kids' pictures make up about half of the pictures in the entire post. I'm thinking of combining the pictures of them so that they don't take up so much room, but I have yet to figure out a decent looking way of doing so.<br />
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To those of your who are starting school, I hope I made your Monday just a bit cheerier! :)<br />
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Adam made me sit in front with the taxi driver and he sat behind and occupied the boys in the back seat. Occasionally one of the boys' conversations drifts towards me, but other than that I am silent for the ride. We stop in front of Adam's house and I glance at Adam with a confused look of alarm.<br />
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"Are we going to the training area?"<br />
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"Dex likes to train a smaller area so I suggested that he train at my house. I have the stables and everything so his horse can easily fit in," Adam explains. <br />
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We walk out of the vehicle, pay the taxi driver, and stand on the border of Adam's soon-to-be-someone-else's property. Dexter is already there, primping and pruning his horse, Sasha. Sasha nickers and whinnies loudly.<br />
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"Horses are so much bigger in real life...," Parker points out.<br />
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"I'm not sure if I want to do this. Will she step on me?" Seth worries.<br />
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"Don't worry boys, Mr. Salvan here is an experienced horse trainer," I reassure them. "He's also quite the comedian," I add bluntly. <br />
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"You got something against Dex, Calista?" Adam peers at me.<br />
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I brush him off. "No, he's great," I reply sarcastically.<br />
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Adam gives me a confused look but decides not to pester me more.<br />
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"Adam and I will be over here if you need us," I tell the boys.<br />
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Adam and Dexter bring over a bench from around the corner before starting the lessons with the boys. Adam and I sit down and he attempts to flirt but I'm in no mood with that jerk around.<br />
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"Very good, Parker!" Dexter praises Seth. <br />
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"Actually, I'm Seth...," But Dexter doesn't seem to hear him.<br />
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I really want to punch this guy. And - thank to Adam - I could probably beat the ponies out of this horse man. I can't believe I'm letting him into my challenge. I'm a bit relieved that, as far as I'm concerned, behavior isn't always genetic.<br />
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"Okay, now it's your turn," Dexter instructs, pointing to Parker.<br />
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"I don't know...,"<br />
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"Oh come on, you'll be fine. There's nothing to be scared about." <br />
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Dexter seems to be a fail at assuaging and consoling little kids. No wonder he's single. Actually, I have no clue if he's single. I'm just assuming it because he's so rude and immature.<br />
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I'm at my wit's end and start to stand up angrily when Adam's points and says, "Look."<br />
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Somehow Dexter's interesting and seemingly rough teaching methods work (or the boys just learn differently) because I suddenly see Parker and Seth leading Sasha around the yard. <br />
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And they're laughing. <br />
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They're frickin' laughing. <br />
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I shake my head and roll my eyes in annoyance. The entire hour goes by without a single accident and by the end both boys have gotten a chance to ride Sasha by themselves and they each know how to make Sasha turn, trot, stop, and even walk backwards.<br />
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After their lesson, it's my turn. And I'm not looking forward to it.<br />
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"Did you have fun, boys?" I ask as Dexter gives Sasha a small break at the water trough.<br />
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"Yeah, it was really fun," Seth exclaims.<br />
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"I wouldn't mind doing it again," Parker admits shyly.<br />
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"Hey guys, I need to go in and give Kadie a bath. She seems to be scratching too much and I believe she has fleas," Adam announces.<br />
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"Sounds good. We'll be out here if you need us."<br />
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"Ready, Calista?" Dexter says in a joking tone. <br />
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"What's the supposed to mean?" I ask rudely.<br />
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"Well to tell you the truth, you don't strike me as the horse type."<br />
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Damn, he's right. But I'm driven to prove him wrong.<br />
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"I love horses! I just don't have much experience with them." <br />
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I attempt to get up on Sasha without looking too stupid, but unfortunately my foot cannot get a good hold of the stirrups and stupid Sasha can't help but wiggle around. Is she on his side or what? <br />
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"Work with me Sash," I beg. I nearly start screaming in frustration when I finally get on that thing while praying Sasha doesn't buck me off. <br />
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"What now, smart guy?" I grumble.<br />
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"It's just that most normal people don't make it onto a horse that quickly."<br />
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"You're joking. Are horse trainers always like you? And what do you mean 'normal' people?"<br />
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"I'm not joking. And no, I'm one of a kind. Didn't mean to phrase it that way. I meant the average person."<br />
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"That's better."<br />
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Somehow I make it through the torturous lesson which mainly consists of Dexter criticizing me and making a few dirty jokes along the way. I feel like punching him numerous times but when I'm at my peak, he throws out a sweet comment that settles my anger, only to boil a few minutes later. <br />
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I even pluck up the courage to let go of the reins and wave to the boys. Of course, they don't seem to notice as they are very occupied with their game. I don't know where they got those helmets though. Perhaps Adam had them.<br />
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"I think we're good for lessons now."<br />
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"You sure? You're pretty good."<br />
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That comment almost makes me take back what I said.<br />
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"... for a girl," he adds chuckling. "But seriously, you should think of taking more formal lessons."<br />
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"I'm fine. I think we're going to go now," I assure him through gritted teeth.<br />
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Dexter sees nothing of my mood. "Okay, bye Seth! Bye Parker!"<br />
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"Bye, Mr. Salvan! Mom, I want to come back for more riding lessons. Can we?" Seth asks.<br />
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"We'll see." Seeing my kids so eager to continue the lessons makes me feel bad about quitting the lessons for my own personal pet peeves. Perhaps I'll let the boys continue. But I definitely won't and I'm sure of that.<br />
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Back at home, we spend the next few months playing with the kittens. They will be growing up soon and ready to go to their new homes quite soon.<br />
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My friends Elody Mayberry, Natalie Windfield, and Chloe Moreau come over after I notify them of the cats' recent birthdays. <br />
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"Wow, your house is so blue!" Chloe exclaims. <br />
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I don't say thank you because I half expect her to say, "That wasn't a compliment." But she doesn't. <br />
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Instead she says, "It's <i>awesome!</i>"<br />
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"Thanks, Chloe. Blue's my favorite color, in case you didn't notice already."<br />
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"How could I not?" She chuckles and we all join in.<br />
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Then I bring out the cats for the girls to see. <br />
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"Oh my gosh, they're so much cuter in real life than in the pictures you sent us!" Elody exclaims.<br />
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"Aw, there's my little Cloudy!" Natalie gushes.<br />
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We spend the entire day playing with the cats and they thoroughly enjoy the much needed attention.<br />
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"So mom, how do I look? Awesome right? Thomas is going to love this! Eeek, I'm so excited!" Kyla babbles. <br />
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"Darling, you're stunning but I'm sure Thomas is going to love you no matter what you're wearing." I actually look at her outfit and realize she's wearing very minimal clothing. Her shirt is a bit revealing.<br />
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"Actually, I'd advise you to wear something that covers up a little more of this," I gesture to her chest region.<br />
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"Mom," she rolls her eyes but reluctantly agrees and walks out the door in a cute long sleeved shirt under her vest and some cropped leggings under her skirt.<br />
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I start to change when a knock comes to the door. I don't have a shirt on at the moment so I grab my discarded shirt and hug it against my body. <br />
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Thank God I had that shirt handy because it's not one of the kids standing in front of me.<br />
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"Adam!? How-how'd you get in," I panic, hugging the shirt tighter across my chest.<br />
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"Your daughter let me in. If you're busy I can leave...," he says cautiously, trying so hard to avert his eyes.<br />
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"No, I'm okay. Uh, just a second." And I shut the door in his face.<br />
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"Really, I can leave," his muffled voice repeats.<br />
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"It's good. I'm good!" I slip on my shirt as fast as possible and open the door five seconds later.<br />
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"Come in, come in."<br />
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"<i>This </i>is your room. It's beautiful. I should take some more decorating advice from you."<br />
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I laugh. "So, may I ask what you're doing here, purple?"<br />
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"Just visiting a friend. I didn't get a chance to say good-bye to you back when you were taking lessons at my house, so I thought I'd visit you."<br />
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"Oh Adam, we talked on the phone, remember?"<br />
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"Yeah, but how could I resist visiting you? You're so special to me, Calista. And I miss seeing your face."<br />
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I glance up at him. "Really?"<br />
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"Really. Oh, I almost forgot," he exclaims. "These are for you."<br />
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"Aw, purple! One of my favorite colors, after blue of course. Oh my, they're lovely. Thanks Adam! What's the occasion?"<br />
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"Well, I was going to ask you if you'd like to go on another date with me."<br />
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I think for a moment. <i>Do I want this to get serious? I mean, how does a date work? We already had one and that went well. Is he expecting anything from <span style="font-family: inherit;">me on this second one? Let's see, what did Luke and I do on our first date? Oh right, we never really dated. And we had sex on our first official meeting. Hmmm, I know that getting intimate like that on a first "date" isn't the start of a good relationship. I mean, I read an <a href="http://www.torontosnumber1datedoctor.com/NEWSLETTER%20ARTICLES/beyond%20first%20date%20second.htm" target="_blank">article</a> about it. It specifically said, "...</span></i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;">please keep those pants on and hormones in check!</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><i>" Plus, look how my </i></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><i>relationship turned out with Luke. Yup, down the drain. Gah</i></span></span><i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;">, I'm blabbering </i><i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;">and I'm not even </i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;">talking</span><i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;">. Is it even possible to blabber in your thoughts? Okay, back into reality.</i><br />
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"Sure, Adam! Any time after my pregnancy would be good," I finally reply. That'll give me time to look up some more dating advice because looking back at my relationship with Luke, I'll admit, I need every tip I can get.<br />
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"Neat, I've got something wonderful planned for the two of us. I really enjoy spending time with you, Calista. You're a wonderful woman with a unique personality."<br />
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"You're really too kind, Adam. Oh, and what should I wear this time?"<br />
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"Let's see, anything really. I mean, what you wore last time was eye-dropping but what ever you feel most comfortable in."<br />
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"So, are the kids going to try horseback riding again? I could ask Dexter."<br />
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"Oh would you do that for me? I think they want to but I don't think I'm going to continue. Let's just say Dexter and I don't really get along. Well, he thinks we get along, but I don't."<br />
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"I've noticed. And I'm really sorry about that. But you know, I could always teach you. I'm not too bad myself. Just a bit rusty."<br />
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"How did you manage to get here? Is your taxi late? Would you like to borrow my car?"<br />
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"I used to be on the college track team so a sort of ran/jogged over here. I'm definitely not as good as I used to be, but not too shabby if I do say so myself." <br />
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"You keep saying that but you weren't even sweaty when you arrived, Mr. I'm-so-fit-I-can't-help-but-subtly-brag-about-it. Stop being so modest."<br />
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A few weeks after Adam's visit, I give birth to baby 95, <b>Aiden Colton Smith</b>.<br />
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Of the triplets, only Adalyn and Ivy got married. Nathaniel decided to go out and join the peace corps down in Bolivia. Meanwhile, back at home, Adalyn settled down with her short-time boyfriend and environmentalist, Sunn LaPlante. <br />
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They have two beautiful daughters, Aleafia and Olivia.<br />
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Ivy married Nicholas Daton and gave birth to a courageous spirit, our crazy and lovable Begonia.<br />
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Thank you to Sara, <a href="http://chloemoreau100.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Chloe</a>, and <a href="http://icydreamsandsteamydays.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Hannah</a> for adopting the kittens and giving them wonderful homes and thank you to Chloe again for the name, Aiden.
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Thanks for reading!!! And yes, I'm very happy to have been able to fit this into two parts, instead of my usual three. :3<br />
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In case I haven't told you this recently.... readers, I love you! Here's some love! *hugs*</div>
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Wow, all of the kittens have been adopted! (that was fast o.o)<br />
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Rainy = Sara<br />
Cloudy = Hannah<br />
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The newest triplets are extremely irresistible with their big eyes and their button noses. They're much calmer than most of my kids and even middle-aged Brite picks up the courage to go and visit them. <br />
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Of course, he doesn't stay long but I'm impressed that he was able to find it "safe" enough to go into the nursery.<br />
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Speaking of cats, it's no surprise that soon after coming to our house, Charm and Neon get busy and Charm gives birth to four beautiful kittens!<br />
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The oldest is Sunny. His named doesn't quite fit his daring and rather curious personality. He's not interested in people but he's tolerant of a few pets here and there. <br />
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His younger sister, Rainy, is a complete heart breaker. She's a big daddy's girl and loves attention.<br />
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The youngest sister is Cloudy. She's the adventurous and also the runt of the litter. Her curiosity peaks her natural instincts and she can't help but get into trouble.<br />
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Last of the little is Snowy. Like most domestic cats, he loves to sleep. A lot. One thing about cats that Snowy seems to defy is his tolerance level. He's extremely carefree and laid back so he doesn't mind getting his tail pulled or his fur sticky. If he were human, he'd be fat and on the couch eating bonbons.<br />
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The kittens are well loved by my growing family. For a while, the kittens provide a nice distraction from video games and tv.<br />
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Shortly after picking up the next challenge father's sperm (A man named Joe Magnus recommended to me by one of my new friends, Love Sierra. I was shocked to see his interesting looks but he'll surely make unique looking children) I took a look at the business card that Dexter Salvan, the horse trainer, had given me. He seemed like a decent enough guy when I met him so I decide to call to set up some lessons for the kids. <br />
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"Hi, Dexter Salvan here."<br />
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"Dexter! This is Calista Smith. We met a while ago with Adam."<br />
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Dexter chuckles. "How could I forget you, Calista Smith. Signing up for some lessons?"<br />
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"Yeah, I was thinking about signing up a few of my kids also."<br />
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"Sure, no problem. I'll just need some information...."<br />
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After paying for the lessons and giving him some information about the kids, I started to say good-bye but he stopped me.<br />
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"You're doing a 100 Baby Challenge, right?"<br />
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"Uh, yes, yes I am. Were you thinking you'd like to be a father?"<br />
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His answer surprises me.<br />
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"No thank you. My family doesn't believe in that stuff. We see it to be immoral."<br />
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"Oh. Okay...," I start to say. <br />
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"Of course I do!" He interrupts. <br />
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Gosh, I hate people who do things like that.<br />
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"You can just go to the sperm bank and ask to donate. And that's pretty much it. Nothing fancy," I explain, hoping to hide the annoyance in my tone.<br />
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That week before the lessons, I go out to buy some horse riding gear which I have to say, doesn't look half bad. The fluffy part under the coat is a little irritating but if professionals wear it, so will I.<br />
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I had signed the two boys up for riding lessons, since they seemed the most interested. The teenagers were spending the night at their friends' houses and the toddlers were at a daycare for the day so it was just Parker and Seth who were available. To my relief, they were very excited to start learning this new skill. <br />
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By the time I am able to get everything and everyone out the door, a distraction in purple comes. A <i>smexy </i>distraction in purple.<br />
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"Calista! Just the girl I was looking for!" Adam chirps cheerfully.<br />
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"Sorry Cohen, but we're a bit busy at the moment."<br />
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"Oh I know. I've come to accompany you."<br />
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"How did you know- that skank." That Dexter Salvan guy is up to no good. <br />
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"Is it a bad thing? I don't have to come along if you don't want me to." <br />
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"No, no I want you to come. I just don't like the fact that Mr. Horse Trainer tells of his clients' personal affairs with others. I mean, that's pretty unprofessional. And I know he's your friend and all...," I avert my eyes.<br />
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"No, I completely agree with you. He's definitely a jerk of a man sometimes. And pretty immature. I guess that's what happens when you hang out with horses to much. You become one."<br />
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"Wait, but don't you live with horses? Oh right, you don't have any."<br />
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Thank you, <a href="http://icydreamsandsteamydays.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Natalie</a> for making the challenge father this time around! <br />
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As you all know by now, there are kittens so that means it's adoption time! Write in the comments below, message me on Facebook, or email me if you'd like to adopt a kitten.<br />
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<b>Calista will be keeping Sunny. </b><br />
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But <strike>Rainy</strike>, <strike>Cloudy</strike>, and <strike>Snowy</strike> are all up for adoption. And remember, if you've already adopted a cat, please don't ask to adopt one. I'm trying to keep it fair by allowing one cat per person. </div>
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"Come on, Charm. You want to be fresh and clean, don't you?" <br />
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My attempt to console the poor cat fails but eventually I get her comfortable with the water with a soothing voice and bribery. <br />
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The dirt permeates through the waters and in three minutes flat the entire tub is grey. I drain the tub and fill it once again. This time, the water doesn't get nearly as dirty so I'm able to shampoo her up, dry her off, and comb her long fur. Sadly, I had to cut a few chunks of matted fur off of her behind but it'll grow back soon.<br />
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Charm is gorgeous. I would have never thought her fur to be such a pure white. We take her to the vet and discover that she is about two years old, which is equivalent to a twenty-four year old human. Her eyes are a beautiful hue of bright purple.<br />
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That night, she finds comfort on the little cat bed in my room and sleeps a long and restful sleep.<br />
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Socially, Charm is a perfect cat for a family like ours. She fits in so well and fortunately the other cats have taken a liking to her also (or they tolerate her, at the very least). Unfortunately, in the behavioral area, she's not too hot.<br />
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Being an outdoor cat for what seems like her entire life, Charm can sometimes be extremely skittish, as well as, well... wild. She and her claws are a hazard to almost all of our furniture. Luckily, the older cats, Aquamarine and Brite, act as guard dogs and will constantly hiss and yowl at Charm if they see her misbehaving. <br />
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Other than that fault, she's a well-rounded, perfect-for-a-family cat. Plus, I think she's starting to get the hang of it.<br />
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With the new cat settling into our home, the kids lost interest in her but soon perked up once we brought in a second-hand gumball machine from a store that's going out of business. With a good paint job and some polishing, it fits right into our household. I try not to think of the gritty little hands that have probably touched this before it came to us. <br />
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While Seth and Parker play in the toy room, the twin girls, Kyla and Evangeline, enjoy watching the fancy light show that the gumball machine makes whenever a coin is inserted. It must be very amusing because they'll spend hours in front of that thing. <br />
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After the long wait, I finally go into labor and welcome babies ninety-two, ninety-three, and ninety-four: <b>Genevieve Quinella</b>, <b>Yasmyna Yulianna</b>, and <b>Quentin Grayson</b>.<br />
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Fergus married Katy Zume. They've decided not to have kids but Katy does run a daycare so they get a nice dose of kid-time from that.</div>
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Adam had the limo driver take us to the area of Sunset Valley that was fairly close to his house. I had a guess as to where we were going, but when we passed straight by his house, the destination of this date became much less clear.<br />
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Finally, we stop in front of a large metal gate. I peer through the iron bars. It appears to be a jumping course for... horses. <br />
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If Adam thinks he's going to get me on a horse, he's crazy.<br />
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"And this," he started to say as he opened the lock on the gate, "is the practice arena for show jumping horses, owned by one of my very good friends, Dexter Salvan." Adam gestures to a couple of horse stables and straining my eyes against the sun, I see that there is a man there also. "You haven't seen a horse show much less a horse practice so I thought this would be the perfect place."<br />
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"How did you remember that? I mean, it's been a while since we last had a nice chat."<br />
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He taps his head,"I've been known for my good memory."<br />
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We walk over across the field. I take notice of the detail on the rails and on the wood. Despite being kept outside and exposed to the weather, the maintenance on them has been kept up phenomenally. <br />
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We reach Mr. Salvan and he immediately greets us with a friendly wave.<br />
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"Hey Adam! So this is the pretty lady you've been talking to me," he looked at me, "for quite some time." He snickers and I blush. Adam gives a little laugh and dismisses it.<br />
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"So, is this the famous Sasha I've been hearing about?"<br />
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"Why yes, want to come and meet her?"<br />
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We walk over to the stall where Sasha nickers and comes to the door to greet us.<br />
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"Dexter here is a world-renowned horse trainer. He trains many horses in jumping and racing. We're going to watching him as he trains Sasha here," Adam explains.<br />
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"She's gorgeous," I gush. <br />
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Adam and Dexter get into a manly man conversation as I take a look at Sasha's beautiful buff-colored coat. He mane and tail look black but there are faint threads of teal woven in. My eye catches the corner of the stall where I noticed what seems to be a grey cat. <br />
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"Hey- hey Adam, look over here. I think there's a cat in this stall? Do you think he/she got trapped in there?"<br />
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Without looking, Dexter says, "Oh yeah, that cat's been in there for a few days. One day she appeared and she's been staying ever since. I've been meaning to bring her to the shelter but she keeps Sasha company so I've been putting it off."<br />
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"Don't worry Calista, ya hear that? She's well taken care of here," Adam assures me. Then he puts his arm around my shoulder.<br />
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"Yeah, I guess you're right," I finally agree.<br />
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"Follow me guys," Dexter commands.<br />
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Her pus on Sasha's saddle before gracefully hopping onto her back. <br />
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"Let's get this party started!" The horse enthusiast whoops.<br />
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Faster than I can blink, Sash has leaped over the wooden gate.<br />
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"That was amazing! Adam, can you do things like this?" <br />
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"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve from when I was a boy. Nothing fancy like Dexter. He's definitely more adventurous when it comes to those tricky and dangerous jumps."<br />
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"I see what you mean," I say in awe as we watch Sasha and Dexter perform their final act. <br />
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Today I've seen her jump so many times and on multiple types of jumping equipment including a four meter pool.<br />
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The grey cat joined us some three jumps ago and has stuck by our feet until the very end. I notice her up close and see that her long fur is not as nice as I had originally thought. Her fur is matted and lumpy. It gets me thinking that perhaps that grey color isn't actually her normal fur color.<br />
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"It was fantastic. Sasha's amazing, you're amazing. I never knew horses could accomplish so much. They're amazing creatures."<br />
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"Me? Hmm, sounds like fun. I'd love to try. Though, it may not be good to do it now," I gesture to my dress.<br />
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"Thanks Mr. Salvan. Oh before I forget," I look down at the cat, "do you mind if I... take the cat home? I have a few cats at home and I've been looking for another."<br />
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"I make a mean homemade mac 'n cheese," Adam boasts as he scrounges around in the cupboards for the ingredients. A box of elbows falls out and nearly hits him on the head. We both laugh as he picks up the box and turns up the stove.<br />
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While we're eating, it suddenly starts to pour. As we finish up I help Adam clean up the kitchen. I peer out the window.<br />
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He turns me to face him and pulls me closer to him. Putting his hands on my face, we share our first kiss. The rain starts to go away as we become closer.<br />
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The second thing on my mind is a big one: Calista. Yes, probably not a surprise. I think about her every waking hour. It's almost become such an obsession that I can't tell if I truly have feelings for her or not. In my mind, I'm strong and know exactly what to say to her. But when she's there in front of me, I lose it and can't focus. AT ALL.<br />
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"Hey Adam," Calista announces after she comes out of the bathroom from changing. "I think I'm going to go. I had a fun time."<br />
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I walk slowly towards her as I say, "Calista, it's been extremely difficult to say this but I think I'minlovewithyou." <br />
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Before I went home that night, I went to pick up the next challenge father's sperm from the sperm bank. The challenge father for this round is the son of fellow challenge mother, Skye Everard. Her son's name is Luke Everard and in my opinion, he looks almost exactly like Skye (that's part of the reason why I picked him) with those big purple eyes and bright turquoise hair. <br />
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The triplets aged up into teens. Fortunately, they inherited the good babysitter genes and adoration for taking care of the little ones. Adalyn started dressing in the most abstract of styles whereas her sister, Ivy, was more subtle. Nathaniel just dressed like most teenage boys.<br />
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Kyla and Evangeline aged up into beautiful girls who want nothing but to have fun.<br />
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Neither of the twins got their father's hair, skin, or eye color, but they are still very cute!<br />
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The next morning, I'm standing there in front of the mirror trying outfits for my date. Adam didn't really tell me the occasion but I'm assuming that it can't be that messy. Nathaniel and Kyla decide that they aren't very interested in picking out my outfits and doing my hair so they get the job of entertaining the twins.</div>
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"Mom, you look fantastic!" Adalyn praises and Evangeline nods in agreement.<br />
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"Bye mom! We'll be fine! Good luck! Have fun!" They assure me as I walk out the door and hop into the awaiting vehicle.<br />
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"You're... the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Adam compliments as I begin to buckle my seat belt. <br />
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"Thank you, Adam. You don't look too bad yourself," I say, noting his casual attire. I feel a bit too formal and I pull at my dress. It's a bit short now that I'm sitting down.<br />
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I'm about to ask again when she finally replies, "Just let me do my work. It's extremely difficult to do it with you, like, right there. It's like you're breathing right over my shoulder." <br />
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As we approach what looks to be a small chat room, I suddenly get very nervous. My heart beats loudly. It occurs to me that I'm in a very dangerous place. I could get mugged or raped or something. I stop walking and take a few steps back. Who knows what kinds of criminals are here.<br />
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Under my breath I mutter, "It's Lockhart, you snotty bitch." Fortunately, that little twit doesn't hear me as she is already walking away with her blackberry in her sleazy fingers. <br />
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He immediately gets out of his seat as I walk in. It's weird to think that he's still retained his mannerisms after all that has happened. But after seeing my face he sits back down again.<br />
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All of a sudden, I'm not as confident as I felt two minutes ago. Shyness overcomes my bravery and I stand silently against the wall. Luke seems to know what to do in the situation, which make sense because I dated him for so long. He even proposed (sort of) to me. Where did all of the feelings go?<br />
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"Hello, Calista," he finally says in a soft voice.<br />
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I don't say anything. My body is weak and if I say something I'm afraid I'll burst into tears. Plus, this room is being monitored by tiny cameras and I don't want to look like a dork. Slowly I edge myself onto a chair opposite of Luke's.<br />
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He speaks up again. "It's pathetic isn't it. Me, a celebrity, in jail for reckless driving. I don't know what was wrong with me."<br />
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His words trigger something inside of me and I suddenly remember what I had wanted to ask him. <br />
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"Luke," I say suddenly (even Luke is caught off guard). "I finally remember what I wanted to ask. If it's okay with you, could you tell me why you ran Charlie over? I mean, what could you have possibly been distracted by? As far as I know you have a perfect driving record."<br />
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Looking around, Luke leans in. Dramatically he whispers, "Do you <i>really </i>want to know? It's a bit personal and the cameras could pick it up. They <i>will </i>pick it up."<br />
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"If you don't want to you don't have to I suppose...." I assume that my attempt at using reverse psychology is a fail but it actually works.<br />
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"I was just joking, Calista, seriously. You don't know a good actor when you see one do you?" He teases.<br />
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"You ass!" I giggle. I cut the giggling. After all Luke and I have been through, I don't want to ruin it by making him think I've fallen for him again. It's easy to see why I fell for him the first time.<br />
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"Okay okay. So that night was the night that I hung out with... erm, the bartender. Now that you mentioned it, I don't remember her name. Anyway, I went over to her house and somehow she got me to make out with her. I think... oh yes, I remember that happened because my hand was on her-"<br />
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"You were also what?!? Luke, tell me!" I feel a strong urge to grab his shoulders and shake him. <br />
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"I don't care, you're going to tell me!" I feel like saying but in reality I say, "Please Luke, it's okay. I can take it."<br />
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I throw him a dirty look and he immediately gives me a face that says, "I take back what I said."<br />
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"I was thinking about you. I was thinking about how much I fucked up our relationship. How much I hate myself for doing all of those things to you. And how much I hate that bartender. God, had I not agreed to do the shift that night at the bar, none of this crappy nonsense would have happened. Stupid woman. As much as I'd like to say it's her fault, I know that it's all my fault."<br />
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"And Calista, I've had some time to think, perhaps this is happening for a reason. I was a vain, spoiled, jerk to you and I want you to know that there's more to me than this. I know I've asked you this many times but I still want to be friends with you since I know you will probably not want to attempt dating me after the incident with Charlie."<br />
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"Luke, everything between us has been based on accidents and misunderstandings. And that's not how relationships are supposed to work. You're right, I don't think I'll ever date you again," Luke cringes and I realized how hard that must have hit him. "Sorry about that. But continuing, you're an amazing man. Not only are you a selfish bastard at times, you're caring, compassionate, and a romantic man. I spent some beautiful times with you and I know I won't forget the memories we shared together. I mean, we had three kids together, Luke. There's no way I would want you out of my life. So I've agree with my nice side to forgive you. But yes, we're only going to remain friends and <i>only </i>friends." <br />
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"You don't know how much I want to hug you right now," Luke says. "But I won't because I know if I do, I won't want to let go, and the people monitoring the cameras will probably think I'm harassing you."<br />
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"So, I want to say something but don't think of it as a good thing, okay?" I say slowly. "The guy you ran over, Charlie. Well, he's actually a very not-so-good man. My friend Laura was actually happy that you ran him over."<br />
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"But remember, it isn't a good thing that you ran him over. He's still a living person."<br />
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"So you're defending a man who's perhaps bothering one of your best friends?" Luke says confused.<br />
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"Yeah! Well, no," I say frustrated. Gosh, why did everything I say have to conflict with all of the other things I say? "Gaah! You know what I mean."<br />
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Luke stifles a laugh and I can't help but join in.<br />
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"So, how have you been doing, Calista? Still keeping up with what you told me about staying single for the rest of the challenge or is that over?"<br />
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Damn, he's good. I think about Adam but we're not a couple (he hasn't <i>officially </i>asked me out!) so technically I'm not lying. "Yeah, no boys in my life yet."<br />
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"Hey, I don't care who you date. All I know is that <i>I</i> won't be dating for a while."<br />
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"Well, perhaps if you're good they'll let you out early."<br />
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"Possibly. What do you think they'll make me do for community service."<br />
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"Your twenty-five hours of service??"<br />
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"Oh, you saw the article. They never get it right. The judge told me I only had to do fifteen hours."<br />
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"Um, I'm assuming they'll probably just make you clean up trash or something."<br />
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"Thanks for visiting me, Calista. You're making it so much more bearable in this hellhole."<br />
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It's been many months now. My pregnancy is going well as usual (no surprise there). Again, the kids are behaving well as always. <br />
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I seem to have caught the triplets in a very good mood because they're not fighting or complaining about having to play with the little ones.<br />
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This morning I've agreed to teach Fergus some Sim Fu moves. Much to my dismay, he refuses to train with his shirt on which only tempts the teenage girls into our yard.<br />
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As I'm teaching him the basic blocks and punches, I occasionally hear a whistle from some fan girl of his. It's a good thing we have a fenced in yard otherwise we'd be in trouble. After the fourth consecutive whistle over the twenty minute period, I stop in frustration. <br />
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"Okay, we're done for today."<br />
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"But I'm hardly sweaty."<br />
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"Well, this pregnancy is taking a lot out of me. Why don't you go hang out with your friends or something." <br />
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Fortunately, he takes the bait and I'm finally safe inside of my home. It's creepy having girls lurking around our house.<br />
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I settle into the art room for some nice relaxing painting time. Ivy and Adalyn walk in.<br />
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"Oh my gosh, is that really what we looked like as toddlers?" The ask in unison, referring to my nearly finished painting.<br />
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"Yes, and you guys were cuties!" I exclaim.<br />
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"I really should change my hair," Ivy complains. "It's the same in the picture as it is now."<br />
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"Ew, I'm picking my <i>nose!</i>" Adalyn crinkles her nose in disgust.<br />
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"I think you guys were adorable. Toddlers are always like that," I explain.<br />
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<i>[Flashback: this takes place weeks before when Calista was taking her Sim Fu classes, and yes, I do realize I should have put this a bit earlier in the post but too late now.... -_- ]</i><br />
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Calista leaves and I stand alone in the basement, contemplating everything that has happened. Kadie is here with me, obviously, and I feel like a bastard for not walking Calista to the door. <br />
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"Shit. What am I doing to myself? Here I am, obsessing over this beautiful, wonderful woman and I don't have the guts to tell her so?" I ponder aloud. Kadie lets out a low whine and bows her head. I sigh. <i>It's really no use talking aloud to myself</i> I think as I walk up to jump into the shower.<br />
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Before showering, I have to dig out my shampoo and my pajamas from a small satchel that I have. Since I started the house sale, I've gotten plenty of willing customers. Unfortunately, I'm quite picky when it comes to picking out new owners of my property and I have yet to confirm their offers. <br />
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I turn on the shower and wait a bit for the water to reach the perfect temperature. Standing naked in the shower reminds me of Calista (I don't know what doesn't, though. It seems as though everything reminds me of her). I think of how stupid I was fawning over her. Questions that have been floating around my head and bombarding my other thoughts come out. <i>Does Calista love me? Is she even ready to date anyone? Am I really feeling love towards her?</i><br />
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I crawl into bed and start to talk aloud to, presumably, Kadie.<br />
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"What should I do? I'm no expert in this field but I have a feeling that if I don't pass this friend zone stage that I'm in now, Calista will eventually find a real guy who can actually ask her on a date."<br />
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"You're right, I should ask her. The sooner the better." <br />
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"I'll just call her later," I yawn. "Yeah, after the pregnancy." I mumble, drifting slowly off to sleep. <br />
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The girls and I are chatting with one of my older daughters (Venus) when my water breaks.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Lacie marries Conrad Lown and they give birth to a son named Clinton.</span></div>
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Thank you Megs for Parker's name. I find it hilarious that I used Joshua <i>Parker </i>as the father. Anyway, a big thanks again to <a href="http://paisleyparkers100babykids.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Paisley Parker</a> for letting me have Joshua as a challenge father.<br />
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Also, thanks again to <a href="http://amanda-100babychallenge3.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Laura Johanson</a> for letting me use the "beautiful" Aurora Waters as a receptionist and for allowing me to throw Weston Ferris to the lowliest depths of the bottomless prison.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">I work with Adam for a week non-stop. He introduces new content almost everyday. The next day I get my yellow belt and he introduces me to some grabs and holds. I learn how to get out a choke, wrist grabs, full nelsons, and many others I can't remember anymore. On the day I receive my orange belt, he starts to show me rolls and how to fall. Apparently, learning how to fall properly is a worthwhile technique to learn.</span><br />
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On the last day, I earn my blue belt and Adam and I spar once again. <span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;">I've gotten really good at it and it's evident because this time I'm the one throwing the punches and kicks. I've even noticed that I'm as fit as ever. I actually have visible muscles. If this is what I can become after a week of Sim Fu, I'm almost scared to see how fit Adam is. I wouldn't mind getting a peek....</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">I drive myself home that night promising that I'll continue my lessons with Adam once I became pregnant and have the baby. He seemed quite sad that I was going but to my disappointment he made no effort to ask me out on a date. </span><span style="background-color: white;">The kids are wild and scrambling into bed when I unlock the front door.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><br />
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Once the twins are asleep, I run to the computer as quickly as I can to look for updates on Luke's status. All it says is that he's now sentenced to a few years in jail and about twenty-five hours of community service. Had he actually killed Charlie Sykes and his jail sentence would be longer. <br />
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"Calista," Adam says sincerely. "I've always loved you and I've been so ignorant. I knew I liked you the moment I saw you. And I kept asking you on all of these rather strange outings because I'm too nervous to ask you out on a date. Calista Smith," he says, getting down on one knee, "will you go out on a date with me?"<br />
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"Yeah, I know," he smiles as he gets up. "Thank you Calista. Now, I have one more thing to do...."<br />
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"Calista?" Adam is looking at me with a worried expression on his face. <br />
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Damn, I was daydreaming. I wash the disappointment from my face and smile sweetly, "Yes Adam?"<br />
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"I just want to let you know that I'm here for you." <i style="background-color: white;">Really?! </i><span style="background-color: white;">I look at him eagerly, hoping to replay my daydream. "</span><span style="background-color: white;">I heard about your boyfriend, Luke Lockhart. You don't need to be embarrassed." </span><br />
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"Oh yeah, he's not really my boyfriend anymore. So I'm free to date other people, ya know?" I say trying really hard to give him a little hint. He doesn't take to the bait.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">"Um okay," he says confused at my sudden willingness. "Meet me at my house tomorrow at around 4?" I nod. "Oh, and remember to wear comfy clothes."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">The twins are adorable. Kyla has her father's blond-blue hair and Evangeline has my blue hair. Neither of them sports their father's wonderful blueish greenish eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">I spend about an hour on my outfit before I go to Adam's. I try on some loose-fitting shorts and a layered shirt. It's doable and sort of cute (possibly a bit sexy?) so I go with it. I also throw on a pair of blue socks with some cute tennis shoes and walk out the door. </span><span style="background-color: white;">Once I get there, I leave my shoes in the car and </span><span style="background-color: white;">tediously</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">walk to the front door with my sock feet making sure to be careful not to get them too dirty. I ring the doorbell and Adam answers soon after. The moment our eyes meet, he gives me the biggest smile. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">"How do I look?" I say as flirtatiously as I can.</span><br />
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"You look wonderful as always," Adam manages to say, looking a bit uncomfortable. <br />
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He looks me up and down. When he gets to my feet he says, "You might want to take those off though."<br />
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Confused, I laugh and take them off. "I'm going to go use the bathroom quick."<br />
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In the bathroom I smack myself in the forehead. How could I have been so ignorant? Of course we were going to do Sim Fu lessons. How could I have possibly thought he was just going to take off my clothes and make love to me. Stupid stupid stupid. <br />
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I think about where the steps could be that lead to the basement. During the house tour that I took back when I first met Adam, I didn't recall seeing any steps. Using my excellent deductive reasoning skills, I conclude that the entrance to the basement must be outside of the fence's perimeter. Finally, I spot the staircase. It's in the back just near the outer edge of the fence.<br />
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Following me down the steps is Kadie. As we walk down, I hear a female voice. <i>Oh great, another mysterious female. </i><br />
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Coming down the stairs, I notice very familiar bright orange hair. <br />
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"Paisley?!?" I say aghast. Once I see her more clearly in the mirror, I know it's her. How could I mistake those gorgeous green eyes?<br />
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"Calista! I didn't know you took Sim Fu lessons!" <br />
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"Yeah, I didn't either, until quite recently.... Anyway, I should say the same to you!"<br />
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"You know all those stories about challenge mothers having creepy stalkers and kidnappers right? Well, I heard that Adam was an excellent Sim Fu teacher so I called him up and decided to learn the basics. I've signed myself up for the 'Learn Sim Fu in 1 week' session. Then, I'll be packing up and going home. Adam's a great teacher."<br />
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"I'll leave and give you ladies some private time to catch up. I need to go prepare for our class, Calista. I'll be ten minutes. Kadie, girl, come on," Adam politely interrupts. Kadie whines and does not get up.<br />
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"Oh my god, Calista. You sure landed a sweetheart. Gah, you need to marry him. He's definitely <i>the one</i>, if you know what I mean," she winks at me, making a general gesture toward the stairs.<br />
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"Oh I know, he's great! But right now we're just friends. I don't even know if he likes me yet. And with the whole Luke thing, I'm not sure if I'm ready to date anyone new yet."<br />
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"Calista, sorry, I didn't realize," Paisley says worriedly.<br />
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"It's okay Pais. Nothing is your fault, things are just... complicated right now."<br />
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Paisley laughs, "I know what you mean! Well, I'd better go, tomorrow is the last class and I'm leaving right afterward so I have to go pack. Talk to you later, Calista! I hope we see each other soon."<br />
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His hair is newly combed and the sweat has been dried from his forehead. Also, his uniform looks newer indicating that he probably changed.<br />
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I nod silently. My heart is pounding. I've never had much of an interest in sports and I thank my metabolism for keeping me skinny. Now that I think of it, I should probably thank my kids too. They definitely keep me on my feet. <br />
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"Don't worry, we'll start out easy. Let's start with some stretches," Adam begins. It's as if he can read my mind. I'm freaked out already. Then again, he's done some pretty amazing things. I shouldn't be that surprised. <span style="background-color: white;">We stretch for fifteen minutes and by the end of the stretch I'm able to touch my toes so I'd call that a good sign. </span><br />
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Then Adam sets me up at the training dummy. It's purple (no surprise there) and it just looks so perfect that I'm afraid of taking the first hit. He explains all of the Sim Fu basics before I even get a chance to say anything. It's wonderful to see him so into what he does. As he explains it to me, I can really tell that he's not bored at all with what he's saying and doing even though it's obvious that he's definitely recited this speech hundreds upon thousands of times.<br />
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"Okay Calista, it's best to keep your arms in a fighting position at all times. If someone were really trying to attack you, it's best to block. Of course, the first option that is always the most effective would be to run."<br />
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Over the course of the day, Adam drilled the material into my head. Of course, we took breaks. I wouldn't want you to think he was abusing me or anything. He got really into his teaching. By the end of the day he was really belting out commands.<br />
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"Balance yourself out!"<br />
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"Calista! Guess what? You earned your white belt!" Adam exclaims. The look on his face is full of pure excitement. I immediately go to the bathroom to try it on and meet Adam downstairs. <br />
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"Wow, I look so much more professional now! I love it!" I say gleefully. <br />
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"Now that you're a white belt, we can try to start sparring." Seeing the horror that must have appeared on my face Adam adds, "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."<br />
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The "sparring" isn't much sparring. It's mostly Adam throwing punches and kicks at me while I attempt to use the day-old information in my head to block him. I'm successfully block 40% of the hits aimed at me, which I think is pretty good. God, I ache so badly. Why did I agree to do this? Oh right, I didn't.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Thank you <a href="http://paisleyparkers100babykids.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Paisley Parker</a> for letting me have Paisley in my game and for letting me use Paisley's son, Joshua, as a challenge father (he will be mentioned in the next post). </span><br />
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I had been meaning to make a "Team Adam" shirt for my sims. Before this I had no idea how to make Custom Content, but somehow I managed (after quite a lot of failing) to make a few custom t-shirt designs for males and females. I don't know how to bore you with the specifics but all I can say is that the words aren't recolorable or anything because all I did was change the stencil of the base game shirts. Nothing an 8 year old couldn't do. <br />
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Oh yes, and judging by the picture, you probably realized that I finally figured out a good couple name for Luke and Calista and for Adam and Calista. I know they may not be the best but the other names that I had thought of (Adalista, Lukista, Calidam, etc...) were too long in my opinion and didn't flow off of the tongue very well. </div>
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"Calista, relax, she's just a potential buyer. The open house closed a few minutes ago but I let her stay late and finish looking at the house." Adam reassures me. <span style="background-color: white;">I feel foolish for thinking that the woman could have been his girlfriend or significant other.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">I manage to throw out a laugh, "I knew that."</span><br />
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Adam throws a glance at me, "Oh really? Cause the blush on your face tells me that you didn't."<br />
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"You're joking right? Now, what was that problem that you 'invited' me here for, smart boy?"<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">The woman leaves hurriedly after seeing my reaction to her presence. I want to say something but she waves it away saying that it's, "No problem." Disappointed, I purse my lips. Why couldn't I just keep my emotions to myself. I'm not normally this... what's the word...? Obnoxious? Rude? </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Noting my somewhat hormonal mood, Adam removes his hand and brings me into the room. </span><br />
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"And this is my issue," he says grandly, gesturing to the big space on the wall in front of us. Eyeing it for a short time, I know exactly how to solve the problem. <br />
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"Ready for a shopping trip, Cohen?"<br />
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Uneasily he says, "Um, I guess?"<br />
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Getting into my car, I drive us to the pet store. I wave to the store clerk and pull Adam over to the cages upon cages of small rodents and reptiles. <br />
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"I think you're smart enough to figure it out," I say and he casts his eyes down. I continue, "I've noticed how interested you seem in animals and it definitely shows with all of those horse related ornaments and supplies around your house. You really should add some more life to the house, instead of having some old wood engravings of horses that don't do much." <br />
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He finally meets my eye and grins sheepishly. <span style="background-color: white;">"I suppose you're right. Hmmm, how about a snake? I've always loved snakes."</span><br />
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"Um, I was thinking of something more inviting. How about this little guy? He's cute and fluffy." <br />
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Adam laughs deeply and says, "You're probably right. What was I thinking? Putting a snake in a room full of prospective house buyers." <br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">We play with the little rodent until it poops in Adam's hands. After that, we quickly put it back into the cage and Adam goes and washes his hands about forty times. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">While he's in the bathroom, I pick out a turtle. It's not as loud as a wombat and it's much friendlier looking than a snake. </span><span style="background-color: white;">We decided to put the little guy on hold while we go out and shop for a nice landscape painting for above the cage.</span><br />
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Finally, we arrive home and Adam and I set everything up. It's mostly him setting everything up and me telling him what to do. Sometimes being pregnant (even just a little bit) has its perks. We find some old bookshelves in the basement that match the bookshelves in the living room, so Adam brings those up and I organize the books on them. He hangs the painting while I get the cage ready, and I find a nice plant from outside which Adam transplants into a nice pot. <br />
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Putting food in the turtle's food dish is the last thing we do before stepping back and admiring out hard work. The turtle seems rather pleased with his living arrangement.<br />
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We did well and even Kadie seems to agree. Adam and I stand there silently applauding ourselves. <br />
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I shuffle my feet and start to speak as Adam does. "You first," he says.<br />
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"I think I should go, it's getting late. You?"<br />
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Disappointment washes over his face and the only thing giving it away are his eyes. He looks down, and I've noticed that he does this when he's uncomfortable or sad. "I was just going to ask you to stay for dinner. But you really should leave. Your kids could be worried. I was such an idiot for taking you away from them for so long."<br />
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"No, Adam, it's totally fine. I had a great day," I smile. <br />
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"I can't thank you enough for what you've done. Your decorating skills are far more superior than mine," he starts off saying. <br />
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"Thank you, Adam. Those are some of the nicest things I've heard in a long time. I really did mean it when I said I had a great day."<br />
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He grabs my hand slowly. "Calista, has anyone ever told you that you're a fantastic woman? Any man should be grateful to have you in his life." He hesitates and has second thoughts about grabbing my other hand.<br />
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Finally, he just ends with a kiss on my hand. His lips are much softer than they appear and unlike Luke, Adam's upper lip is free of stubble, something I haven't really experienced since I was with Simon. <br />
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It's been a few months since my last visit with Adam and the kids are growing up well. I don't want to bore you with the usual comings and goings at our house but let's me just say that the teenage girls are excelling at their sculpting skills and the toddlers are learning and exploring so many different things.<br />
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I'm due today so I plop the kids in front of the television and let the older kids do whatever they want (except sell drugs and have sex for money) while I go and paint in the art room with nice soothing music on. <span style="background-color: white;">Brite comes in at around four o'clock and knowing my cats' extremely good labor predictions, I know that the baby is on its way.</span><br />
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I give birth to twins, <b>Kyla Lais </b>and <b>Evangeline Adelaide</b>.<br />
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I set them into their cribs and continue my painting as if I didn't just give birth ten minutes ago (it's a well known ability of us challenge moms). Instantly, I see a bright green glow come from outside. Curious, I walk outside (but not before telling the kids to get ready for bed because it's nearly five in the morning).<br />
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"Adam?!" I manage to force out. How is it possible that he could have gotten in my backyard. "Di- did you see that green light?"<br />
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"Actually," he says, rubbing his neck and looking down, "I was the cause of it."<br />
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Confused I don't say anything.<br />
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"There's this technique in Sim Fu called Zenporting, an extension of meditation that rumor says only true masters know, and I never knew it existed until I ended up here."<br />
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"And you happened to be meditating at five in the morning?"<br />
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"Yeah I'm an early riser. Hey, I can ask you the same question, why were you doing what you were doing this early in the morning?"<br />
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"Well, if you didn't notice, I just gave birth to twins, a laborious effort."<br />
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"Oh sweet, can I see them?"<br />
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"First tell me something, what brought you here? How does Zenporting work exactly?"<br />
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"No one really knows but once I study it a bit more, I think I'll crack the code. I'm not sure why I ended up here. Perhaps it takes one to his or her favorite place."<br />
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"I would have thought that to be where you practice martial arts."<br />
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"Eh, it's just a hunch. I'm not sure if that's actually true or not...," Adam says, coming closer. Then he adds, "Hey, while I'm here, I wanted to ask you something...."<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Harrison eventually married the model, Erica Beighley. Since Erica couldn't have kids due to some childhood issues, they planned to go around and travel the world before thinking about settling down and possibly adopting.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Thank you Megs for the awesome names! </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">To anyone, feel free to suggest names. I can never have too many good names especially with all of Calista's grandchildren and such. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Thanks for reading! </span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644781816095909792.post-4053668433249464312012-07-04T00:39:00.000-05:002014-01-17T18:18:29.845-06:00Baby 88 and 89 - Part 2 of 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The phone is Laura Johanson. <br />
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"Listen, I know it's late so you can do this tomorrow."<br />
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"Why, hello. I'm doing great, thanks for asking. Do what?"<br />
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"Look online at sunsetvalleynews.com and look at the main article," she pauses. "Oh f***, the kids are crying, I gotta go."<br />
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"Oh, okay, I will," I say suspiciously. <br />
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What could have happened. I'm convinced she won the lottery or something unimportant and jealous-worthy. <br />
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Kiara, who's as ancient as dust, comes hobbling in and lets out a meek meow. I gently pick her up and carry her to my room, setting her on the bed. Her limp body lets out a quiet sigh. I change as fast as I can and lay next to her. She gazes at me with her glazed, yellow eyes and purrs quietly. Then she curls up and is soon fast asleep.<br />
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The next morning her body is in the same position as it was last night and I know she's gone. <span style="background-color: white;">The other cats come rushing in as if they have a sixth sense. Each on meows mournfully and Neon even sniffs the urn.</span><br />
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Covering my face, I cry silently in my hands. It's hard to deal with the death of a cat, especially one so loved as Kiara.<br />
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Then I change and go to tell the kids the news. I find the triplets and Fergus happily playing in the nursery. Seeing their happy faces changes my mind about telling them the devastating news. I play with them a bit before my phone rings. Caller ID tells me that it's Adam and my heart races, much to my dismay. <br />
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"Calista? Hi, this is Adam. Adam Cohen," he stutters in his cute, nervous way.<br />
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"Hey! What's up?"<br />
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"Well, I've got quite the dilemma at my house... I've seen your house and it's gorgeous and beautiful and so good looking." He pauses and I begin to question if he's still talking about my house, or if his mind is drifting somewhere else. <br />
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Continuing he says, "Could you come over and help me with my house? I've got this room that just looks great on one side and terrible on the other."<br />
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I'm pretty sure this is a date so I happily agree. As I push "end" on my phone, I remember what Laura told me last night.<br />
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Going to the computer, I open up the web browser and am shocked to discover the heading on the news article.<br />
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<i>RACECAR DRIVER RUNS OVER HELPLESS CIVILIAN</i></div>
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<i>Famous racecar driver, Luke Lockhart, was driving home one night when he ran over Sunset Valley resident, Charlie Sykes. Sykes is undergoing several treatments and surgeries at Sunset Valley's very own local hospital. His current condition is very grim but doctors say that he will survive the nearly fatal accident. </i></blockquote>
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<i>Lockhart is currently waiting for his jail cell to be cleaned up from the guy before him. He has been to multiple questionings where he has stated that "he didn't mean to hit the pinkish man" and "he immediately ran over to assist the unconscious man instead of hitting and running."</i></blockquote>
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<i>Laura Johanson, a famous 100 Baby Challenge mother, was a witness to this terrible accident along with her significant other, Michael Blake. "It was amazing to watch Luke help Charlie instead of running," Johanson admits with a blush on her face. "What surprised me even more was that he actually turned himself in when he could have easily used his popularity and money to try to get out of the consequences. He's really proven himself a good man despite his flaws."</i></blockquote>
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<i>What many people are wondering is what will Lockhart's girlfriend, 100 Baby Challenge mother Calista Smith, think about her man's mistake? Will it cost them their relationship?</i></blockquote>
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As I finish reading my mind is fluttering with images and my mouth is aghast. I sit there for literally 10 minutes before remembering that I was supposed to leave for Adam's house.<br />
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I shut down the web browser and as the thoughts swirl around my mind, I absent-mindedly wander the house looking for the teens. <br />
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"Girls," I say, finding them sculpting in the garage. "I'll be going out so could you please watch your siblings. I'll pay you each twenty bucks." Their faces light up at the thought of earning a bit of cash and they readily agree.<br />
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I drive over to Adam's house and am immediately greeted by an oddly familiar dog, although I swear I've never seen him/her before.<br />
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Now, I like dogs but this dogs freaks the bejeebers out of me as it starts to bark loudly at me. Frantically, I look around for Adam but he's no where to be seen. Is this <i>his </i>dog? I can't remember seeing any dog related items in his house the last time I was over.<br />
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Adam comes running out the door and his shirt is slightly unbuttoned exposing his chest hair which indicates that he was probably changing when I came. Much to my surprise, it turns me on. Luckily, Adam is too busy consoling his dog to notice my blush. He pets the dog's face and calmly talks to it.<br />
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"Sorry about that Cal." I beam inside at the realization that he already feels comfortable enough to call me by my nickname. To the dog he says, "Calista is a friend, now you go apologize."<br />
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As the dog walks over to me Adam does the introductions, "Calista, this is Kadie. Kadie. Calista. Sorry, Kadie has a tendency to think strangers are here to abduct me or something. She's quite the protective beast but I love her. Trust me, once she warms up to you, she's a doll."<br />
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I pet Kadie and she whines and walks off to rest in the shade. <br />
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Adam takes my hand and lifts me up, leading me into the house. Almost instantly I notice another woman in the house.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Thank you Laura Johanson for collaborating with the Luke-runs-over-Charlie with me and for letting me borrow one of her pictures for the news article. Visit her post about the accident <a href="http://amanda-100babychallenge3.blogspot.com/2012/07/oh-uh-it-looks-like-you-have-big-chunk.html">here</a>, it's very entertaining and I'm sure you'll love it!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Secondly, thanks for reading! I hope the "cliffhanger" wasn't too lame. I could have continued the story but then it would be a while before the next post was out so I decided to stretch them out a bit. And Calista seeing the lady seemed like a good place to end it. </span><br />
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And lastly, for all my fellow Americans, Happy Fourth of July! <br />
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The triplets are quite a handful so as much as I hate to admit, I aged them up (as well as the other children) as quickly as they came into this world.<br />
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Harrison ages up as an accomplished sim fu artist. He has mastered his black belt and Adam even mentioned at one point that Harrison was one of his quickest pupils to get to his black belt. In turn, Harrison wants to open up his own sim fu school to teach other kids the art of sim fu.<br />
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The twins, Lacie and Alice age up into beautiful teens. They're both still very interested in art and want to continue to work on improving their already amazing skills. Alice in particular has gotten more into sculpting.<br />
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Fergus ages into a child. He keeps his Mohawk hair style as he believes it makes him look tougher.<br />
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The triplets are beautiful. Adalyn is the only one to get her father's colored hair and Nathaniel and Ivy both have similar features with their blue hair and eyes.<br />
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Immediately, I find the next challenge father, a man that is a very important part of my friend Laura's life and his name is Michael Blake.<br />
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The "kittens" are no longer kittens so I call my friends up to come and adopt their cats. Dawn Turner and Wisdom Lemi arrive first. <br />
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I talk to Wisdom about cat care as she seems hesitant to adopt Shimmer. Dawn get acquainted with Opal.<br />
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Dawn and Opal really hit it off and she and Wisdom leave with both their cats in hand.<br />
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Later that afternoon, Laura Johanson and Vanessa Wood come for their cats. They immediately start playing with their cats, Sequin and Glowy, as they engage in the laser toy and the brush. I even hear Vanessa talking to Sequin about how much she's going to pamper her when she gets home.<br />
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Last to come is Kristine Bell for Moonlight. <span style="background-color: white;">Just as she walks in the door, Moonlight comes running as if he knows that it's his turn to go to his new home. </span><br />
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Of course, the good-tempered kitty gets along splendidly with Kristine. It makes me so happy to know that they cats are now in their new loving homes. I fall into a dreamy trance as I think about how wonderful my cats have it now. All of a sudden, my phone rings and I snap out of my vision and into reality.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>NOTE</b></span><br />
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Thank you for your simmies l<span style="background-color: white;">adies - <a href="https://itsawoodslife.wordpress.com/">Vanessa Wood</a>, <a href="http://challengeit.talkingsims.com/">Wisdom Lemi</a>, <a href="http://kristinebellsims3.blogspot.com/">Kristine Bell</a>, <a href="http://amanda-100babychallenge3.blogspot.com/">Laura Johanson</a>, and <a href="http://sims3alifenotsoordinary.blogspot.com/">Dawn Turner</a>. Also, thank you extra for Laura for the lovely Michael Blake.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Okay, so this post was really short because I didn't have much of the post done and I realized that I hadn't posted for almost a week. So I decided that instead of making you guys wait another week or so for the next post, I'd just post what I had. It's better t</span>o post something than nothing at all even if it is a short (and not very interesting) post. <br />
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"Here comes... the TICKLE MONSTER!" I shout as he giggles and nearly chokes with laughter. <br />
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A midst all of the laughter, Alice calls to me telling me that I have a phone call. I pick up the phone.<br />
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"Hello?"<br />
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Fergus goes to play with Glowy while he waits patiently for our game to resume. The person on the phone is Adam Cohen. "Is something wrong with Harrison's training?" I ask immediately.<span style="background-color: white;"> </span><br />
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"No, he's doing excellent. Brilliantly actually. I was actually calling about you."<br />
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"Me?" I blubber like an idiot.<br />
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"Yes, I'm about to put my house up for sale soon so I was wondering if you'd like to see it. And I'll provide lunch. I don't know if it's a good idea but if you're free, I'd love for you to come...." <br />
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"Like a... date?" I ask hesitantly, biting my lower lip. My heart is pounding and I'm hardly paying attention to Fergus' happy squeals. <br />
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"Oh, sort of. I suppose." He sounds distracted so I take his uncertainty as a yes.<br />
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"Of course I'd love to... see your house." Seeing his house seems like an odd way to take a girl on a first date but it sounds nice.<br />
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"Great, it's still a bit messy right now and I still have to fix is up. It won't be for a while until it's ready but I thought I'd ask you in advance." <br />
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"Awesome. Well, send me your address and I'll see you then!"<br />
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"Oh, I'll pick you up, if you don't mind."<br />
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"No, of course not. Uh, night!"<br />
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"Mommy play with me! Tickle monster again!" Fergus exclaims with wide eyes. We play tickle monster a few minutes before I give him a bath and settle him into bed.<br />
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It's nearly a month later when I find myself standing in front of the mirror, looking for something decent to wear on this "date" with Adam. I find a simple blue dress that doesn't look too fancy and fits over my baby bump. <br />
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I feel a bit unsure about how this is going seeing as I don't really know what's going on with Luke yet. I'm not sure if I should consider myself single yet. Adam picks me up in a taxi, which seems strange until we get to his house and I notice he has no garage.<br />
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His house is in a more remote location in town which is very convenient. The air is fresh and today is a beautiful day to spend outside. Adam prepares some delicious potato soup and we eat out on his deck. The architecture of his house is just gorgeous and I can tell that his house is old, yet very well built and the restoration done on it is top quality. <br />
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"Are those horse stalls over there? I noticed a lot of horses on your doors and paneling downstairs," I say over the warm soup.<br />
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"That's too bad," I say blowing my soup. There's silence as we sip our meal.<br />
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"Aw, economic crisis?" I guess.<br />
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"Well, they, passed away in a car crash."<br />
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"Yeah, you should," I say quietly. The truth is, I really don't think he should sell the house. It's loaded with memories and the lot is in a great location. But it's not my business so I don't argue against his decision.<br />
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"So Calista, what do you do?"<br />
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"Me? Well, I'm actually doing a 100 Baby Challenge right now."<br />
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Adam looks pleasantly surprised but doesn't seem like he wants to barf so I take that as a good sign. I'm about to explain what it is when he says, "Really? And so Harrison is part of that challenge?"<br />
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"Yes, he's my eighty-first."<br />
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"Wow, so, wow. That's impressive. And you're almost there. Congrats," he adds, looking down. <br />
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Apparently, the fact that I'm doing a 100 Baby Challenge doesn't send him fleeing so easily because when we finish our soup, he gives me a tour of the house. Apparently, when the Cohen's had more land, the house was a lot bigger, but as times changed they had lost more and more land due to less success in the horse business and with the expansion of the town so they had to downsize the house.<br />
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He gets up quickly and pulls me up. His hands are surprisingly rough and his grasp is strong but not crushing. He gives me a tour of the yard and I notice that the space between us is getting smaller and smaller. By the time dinner comes around, he takes me home.<br />
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We don't talk in the taxi but he walks me up to my front door and takes my hand. <br />
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"I had a great time Calista, sorry it wasn't much," he says sincerely as he pulls me closer to him. <br />
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I almost think he's going to kiss me but he gives me a tight squeeze instead. His cologne is so natural and I inhale it deeply, trying to remember the scent. <br />
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"See you on Saturday for Harrison's lesson," he says at last and I nod. I had almost forgotten that this man was my son's trainer.<br />
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I walk into the house and Harrison looks confused. <br />
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"That... that wasn't... Adam... you were just with him... you... him... together?" He mutters incoherently.<br />
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The twins girls just giggle at Harrison's confusion and I find an escape when I hear Fergus cry for me.<br />
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Kiara is getting old and I know she doesn't have much time left. <br />
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Meanwhile, Harrison and Adam are sparring each other. Adam and I don't meet again during this pregnancy. I haven't heard if the house sold yet and I still don't know what's going on between us. <br />
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I go into labor shortly after putting Fergus to bed one night.<br />
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I give birth to three beautiful babies - <b>Adalyn Arabeth</b>, <b>Nathaniel Castor</b>, and <b>Ivy Piper</b>.<br />
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Mei marries Jerry Comb.<br />
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They have one child, a curious little boy named Braden. He's the perfect mix of his parents with his fiery orange hair and dark red eyes.<br />
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Sindy marries Jeremiah North. <br />
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They have twins, Mikal and Miranda. They're identical except for their skin tones.<br />
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Alex eventually marries his high school girlfriend, Gwen Callahan and their son, Dax, is their only child. After their experience with the teen pregnancy, they decide not to have any more kids. At least, not for a while.<br />
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Thank you to Megs, my sister, Laura Johanson, and Emma Baskerville for the name suggestions!<br />
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<br />Catlover800http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647969727704128254noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644781816095909792.post-15783143947883630962012-06-06T17:37:00.000-05:002014-01-17T17:55:20.090-06:00Baby 85, 86, and 87 - Part 1 of 2<br />
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The triplets grow up right away. Mei, the oldest, wants to become a hair dresser. Once outgoing and rambunctious, she has now taken a calmer look on life.<br />
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Sindy, on the other hand, wants to grow up to be a stylish and hip DJ as well as a well-known bartender. During her teenage years, she came to love everything that has to do with bars and she wishes to pursue it professionally. She come a long way from the shy little toddler.<br />
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Alex, surprisingly enough, got into an elite college and is on full scholarship for having good grades and wants to go around teaching people about teen pregnancies, due to his experiences with his girlfriend, Gwen (oops, I just realize I gave him horrible initials by making his middle name start with an "s").<br />
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Seeing Harrison grow up is extremely emotional for me. Every time I look at him I see Luke (except he has my eyes). Anyway... Harrison is extremely interested in cars and already has a girlfriend, or so he says.<br />
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Lacie grows out her thick black hair and has the most photogenic smile. Her deep purple eyes are extremely round and according to her sister, she's very popular around school. Another good quality is that she is very intelligent which makes me proud.<br />
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Alice doesn't let her hair get passed her shoulders and has Mei cut it in a short stylish cut. Alice is also very smart but what she lacks in social graces, she makes up for with her creativity. She's also learning to play the guitar and the piano.<br />
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Baby Fergus ages up to look nothing like his lying, cheating, psychologist of a father. Which I suppose is a good thing. <br />
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I'm online looking at available and unique looking fathers for the next batch of babies. I soon find a man named Sandy Marsh. He has multicolored hair and intense yellow eyes.<br />
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As I'm browsing on the computer, I inform myself on the latest news about my friends, chat with a few people, and check my overflowing inbox.<br />
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After a few minutes, I'm checking my online calender when I realize I was supposed to meet Luke at his house an hour ago. Swearing, I quickly contact a babysitter, shower, and change into fresh underwear and change into some decent clothes. Luke is always looking nice so I know I should at least try to look good.<br />
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I cruise along the street he is supposedly living on until I find an empty lot with a huge trailer on it. <i>Boy, Luke's company takes such good care of him, </i>I think, noticing the company's logo on the side of the trailer as I walk up the glass steps and onto the <i>real </i>stone flooring.<br />
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"Talk about temporary..." I mutter.<br />
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Just as I ring the doorbell, I already see that Luke has been anxiously waiting for me. He's nearly at the door by the time my finger hits the bell. And he looks terrible.<br />
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He leads me into his sitting room/kitchen/dining room. It's gorgeous and the company's logo is proudly illuminated on the side of the main wall. Glancing around I notice the stainless steel appliances, the real leather chairs, the polished wood painted a deep blue (my exact shade of blue, I notice), and even recessed lighting.<br />
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"So, tell me your plan again," I start off bluntly.<br />
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"Er, yes, I was thinking about you and me. I still want to- to stay together. I'm unhappy Calista. Even with all of this grandeur, I was much happier with you and your kids. Gah, I know I'm a mess and I don't blame you for forgetting about our meeting," he's rambling, it's obvious he's nervous.<br />
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"And your plan?" I ask, before asking all of the questions tumbling around in my head.<br />
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"Yes, the plan. Right, so I was think that instead of jumping back into the relationship so soon, we could take it slow. I thought it would be great if we just start dating each other again. So yes, that's the plan." <br />
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I nod. "Okay, so it's like we've never met each other?" <br />
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"Down to its simplest form, yes."<br />
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"And we'll just date for a while, and refrain from anything intimate until we're sure of things?"<br />
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I bite my lip. How do I ask the question I want to ask without sounding rude?<br />
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"Well, what if I'm not ready to start a relationship? I mean, have you thought about what I want?" I say, slowly.<br />
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"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. It never occured to me. I'm such a dickhead. Sorry Cal, I just, I was so caught up in myself, I assumed.... Jesus, how terrible." He glances at me, his blue eyes red and puffy. Has he been crying?<br />
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"Look, I guess if you don't want to date me, we should at least stay friends. Like that Simon guy, right?"<br />
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Suddenly, a wave of compassion washes over me. "Oh Luke, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. I just meant that I sort of want to stay single a bit. At least until the challenge is over. Perhaps explore my options as a young single woman. I still want to be with you, trust me, the break up hurt me as much as it hurt you. Probably more," I add.<br />
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"Aww, Calista. I'm sorry I never considered how you felt. So we'll carry out our alternative plan after the challenge?"<br />
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He leans back on the couch, his hand over his heart, "Phew, gosh, you don't know how relieved I am. My business is bombarding me about my current status and I've been feeling so annoyed but with you here I feel so much better," he smiles.<br />
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"You, you're just so... amazing. You don't know how much I want to hold you right now. Do you ever wonder what you mean to me? Oh Calista, it's sad how much I think about you. You're almost always the first thing on my mind. No matter what you do to me, I don't think you could ever be less than perfect in my mind."<br />
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"You don't know how much I've missed this Cal. Oh God," he says, scrunching up his face. I look into his eyes and at the stubble on his face. <br />
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"Calista!" Luke jumps away.<br />
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"Sorry, Luke, I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting that." I cover my face in horror but quickly realize that he's not hurt and that never in my lifetime would I be able to make a dent in this man. We both end up laughing about it. <br />
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I sigh, "Okay," and his strong arms envelope around me. I'd forgotten how nice it was to have a strong man around you and it feels nice. The hugs lasts a big longer than I prefer and I'm the first to break away.<br />
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"Bye Cal, thanks for forgiving me and all. I really appreciate it. And uh, since we're going to start our relationship up again once you're done with the challenge, call me every so often so we can stay in touch."<br />
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"Harrison, what's this?" I ask him. His face shiny with perspiration.<br />
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Harrison continues to kick the dummy while I'm inside watching Fergus and looking up a local martial arts teacher. After a few calls I finally find the right teacher. His name is Adam Cohen and he's been involved in martial arts for nearly twenty-five years and has been teaching for about five years. I agree to schedule an all-day session for Harrison, because I know how much he will enjoy that.<br />
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There's a short pause and Adam adds, "You know, you could try Sim Fu. It would surely be beneficial to your health and you look like you'd be very good at it."<br />
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As Adam walks away, I can help but notice the bands of thick muscle that flex beneath the fabric of his uniform. I start to go off in a daze but shake my head and clear my thoughts. <i>No. I was </i>not <i>just thinking what I was just thinking. I can't. He's my son's martial arts teacher. Oh, what is wrong with my emotions these days? </i><br />
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Catlover800http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647969727704128254noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644781816095909792.post-75435671232698846902012-06-01T15:52:00.000-05:002014-01-17T17:49:15.831-06:00And The Kittens Go To....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The next morning I wake up to find more kittens in our house. Boy, have Brite and Aquamarine gotten busy. Surprisingly, all of the kittens are females. Sequin is the oldest of the litter of three. She has her grandmother's rainbow fur and her dad's white spots. Strangely, she has both her mother's eyes and her father's eyes.</div>
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When I find out about the news, I am too shocked to take it. What do I tell mom? Should I even tell her? I was dating Gwen Callahan, the younger sister of my half-brother's boyfriend, Gage Callahan. <br />
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It's been four weeks since the news of Gwen's pregnancy. When she called me, I covered up the panicked feeling inside of my that sounded through my voice and told her to be okay and that I would deal with the situation. I'm playing darts with Sindy and she's eyeing me warily. </div>
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"Alex, what's with you? You're usually the pro," Sindy asks, concerned. Just in case you were wondering, she is also dating. He's a baseball player by the name of Erik Mackson. <br />
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"Oh my gosh, I actually <i>beat </i>my brother in a game of darts!!" She exclaims.<br />
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I give her a weak laugh and leave the room. I search the kitchen, dining room, and office before finding mom in the nursery. As I walk in, I nearly bump into my other sister, Mei.<br />
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"Mom, can I... I need to speak with you about something," I finally admit. Being the caring and kind person my mom is, she immediately gets a concerned and compassionate look on her face. <br />
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"Sweetie, I just want to tell you that whatever you're going to tell me, I promise I won't blow up on you. Okay? I want you to feel comfortable talking to me. You know that, right?"<br />
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"Of course mom," I assure her. "So yeah... what I wanted to tell you was that, well, you know how I have a girlfriend, Gwen? So we were at her house and...," I stutter. <br />
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"Gwen's pregnant, mom!" <br />
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Startled, mom says, "What?! Well, that was totally unexpected. Why... how... what could have possibly possessed you to do that? Didn't you use birth control or something?" She purses her lips and I get a nervous feeling in my gut. <br />
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I'm wailing by the time I finish my story. I'm not sure how much mom got out of that but to my surprise, I feel her arms wrap around me. I know that I'm in her room with totally transparent glass windows and that anyone passing by could see me but I just don't care at this point.<br />
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"Honey, I'm extremely upset by your choices," mom says as I sob some more, "but I'm very proud of you for telling me. Do Gwen's parents know?"<br />
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"Oh boy Shimmer, what am I going to do with these kids?" I sigh, as I get prepared to speak with Gwen's parents. My phone bleeps for the millionth time this week and it's Luke. My heart drops as I realize I've been ignoring nearly 300 texts from him. I decide to take a look at the one that he just sent:<br />
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<i><b>Calista, please listen to what I have to say. </b></i><br />
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Later that week, I'm in the bathroom brushing up my teeth and flossing - two daily routines that I absolutely hate. To my surprise, Harrison walks in. <br />
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"You didn't get a girl pregnant, did you?"<br />
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"Oh good," I sigh with relief.<br />
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"I just want to tell you that this girl in my class really likes me. I don't know what to do about it."<br />
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I pause, "Well, personally I think you're a bit too young to be dating but why don't you invite her over for a playdate or go to her house or something. I'm okay if you're friends but no dating until you're a teenager. Do you understand me?"<br />
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Later during my pregnancy, Luke texts, calls, emails, and messages me on Facebook every single day and I don't have the heart to block him nor read them. I briefly open an email from the previous day. It's one of the longer and more in-depth ones.<br />
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<i><b>Calista,</b></i><br />
<i><b>I don't care if you don't read this or if you don't read any of my emails or messages or texts. But please, if you do read them, please reply. I don't understand what's happening. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>What I do understand is if you want to break up with me. Just let me meet with you or chat with you sometime. Soon would be best. I want to know what you're really feeling. And I want you to know how sorry I am. Please just let me explain my actions from that night. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>It hurts not being with you everyday,</b></i><br />
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To my horror, I'm nearly in tears by the time I finish reading his email. I check a few others and they're all very long and it's obvious he put a lot of work into sending me each individual message. I log onto Facebook and find him online. I click his icon and begin my message to him.<br />
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<i><b>Calista:</b> Okay, I'll talk. Please keep it brief.</i><br />
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<i><b>Luke:</b> Calista?!?!? Oh sorry, okay, brief. Calista, that night I was a wreck. I don't know what was happening to me. </i><br />
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<i>I was tending the bar as usual when another bartender came up to me and asked me if she could make a drink for me. Being a gentleman, I agreed. I don't know what she did but I believe she put a bit more alcohol into the drink that she gave to me because by the time that drink hit my lips, I was wasted and drunker than I have ever been in my life. Trust me, I would never ever drink like that. I guess I didn't realize that I was drunk when the other bartender came up to me and started kissing me. Being drunk, I went with it. It got pretty heavy on the couch but I swear to you, we did nothing more than make out. I guess that's when you came and you know the rest. </i><br />
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<i>Somehow I made it home and that's when the drink's effects started to wear off. I was very confused at what you were saying. The next minute, I was out on the streets. I've been thinking for a long time about what I did. Part of me wants to say it wasn't my fault but another part of me knows that I probably had the power to say "no" to that woman. I hate myself for it Calista. It cost us our relationship and I'll do anything to repair it. </i><br />
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<i><b>Calista:</b> I thought I said brief... is that it?</i><br />
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<i><b>Luke: </b> Yes.</i><br />
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<i><b>Calista:</b> Can I ask you something then? </i><br />
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<i><b>Luke: </b> Anything.</i><br />
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<i><b>Calista:</b> Was that you at the psychologist's office the other month? I swear you were with that girl, that bartender or whatever.</i><br />
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<i><b>Luke: </b> Oh, that? After you had broken up with me, I was able to contact the bartender (she wrote her phone number on my chest, that night at the bar). I was furious at her for intoxicating me like that. I told her I was going to go to the psychologist's office to sort things out and I told her to come with me to help explain the situation. Don't worry, it's not like I'm seeing her. </i><br />
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<i>Anyway, I went to the psychologist's office to help me decide what to do about all... this. You know, our relationship and how I should repair it. That damn guy didn't really help but... I think I figured it out on my own. What were you doing at the psychologist's office? If you don't mind me asking.</i><br />
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<i><b>Calista:</b> I was just there for the same reason as you. Oh and how do </i>you <i>propose we fix this?</i><br />
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<i><b>Luke:</b> Small baby steps. We could start out by taking a break and briefly meeting each other as friends. Perhaps go on a "first date" again. But if you're not interested in continuing this relationship, please tell me that you'll let us stay friends.</i><br />
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I take a long moment to digest everything in the little chat box. After nearly ten minutes Luke asks:<br />
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<i><b>Calista:</b> Sorry, I'm still here. Just... processing.</i><br />
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<i><b>Luke:</b> I'm fine if you would like to think about it. I didn't mean to bombard you with all of my texts and emails. Just get back to me when you're done. I'd love to meet with you so we can discuss in person. It's much easier than chatting. </i><br />
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I stare at the screen. He seemed so true, so sincere. And his story actually, made a bit of sense. I've known Luke for a long time, why would I just jump to the assumption that he is cheating on me? Ugh, I'm so stupid! But then again, I don't feel like jumping back into the relationship with him. Perhaps his plan to date again would work. <br />
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Quickly I pull out my phone and text him the message:<br />
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<b>Okay, I've made my decision. I will meet you, where you are currently staying, on Saturday if that works for you. I would like to meet with you to discuss more about our current status. I'm still wary about your story but if you're truly sincere about everything, our relationship might work. I just need time. Please reply with your address.</b><br />
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Instantly he texts his reply and I write his address down on a sheet of paper. <br />
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It's early May and it's prom time. I finally meet the mysterious Gwen Callahan and she's about five months along. Her stomach is still small compared to my nearly nine month belly.<br />
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"Oh wow, I didn't think I could get any bigger," Gwen starts to say but quickly covers her mouth realizing how rude she must have sounded.<br />
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Alex laughs adding, "Oh yeah, remember that lady at the grocery store. She was like, 'don't worry darling, you can lose the weight in no time. Such a shame you would ruin your body by adding all that fat to the front.'" <br />
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In no time, I'm in labor and give birth to a baby boy I name, <b>Fergus Bob Smith.</b><br />
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Liam and new husband, Gage Callahan, adopt a self-conscious little boy through the adoptions services provided by the government. <br />
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The boy's name is Garrett and within a short period of time, he finally opens his heart to his dads. <br />
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At the wedding, I finally got to meet Gage and Gwen's parents, Helen and Filip.<br />
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Thank you <a href="http://amanda-100babychallenge3.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Laura Johanson</a> for the name Bob. Thanks for reading! I'm sorry if this post wasn't as interesting as the other ones.<br />
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Here's an updated version of the cat family tree if you're curious.<br />
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More cats will be up for adoption! Please <b><span style="font-style: italic;">leave a comment on this post</span> </b>if you would like to adopt because I will only take requests from here, that way I know the exact time of the requests. It just makes it easier on my part and it makes it more fair for those who aren't on Facebook or Tumblr. The cats currently available are <i><strike>Moonlight,</strike> <strike>Glowy</strike>, <strike>Sequin</strike>, and <strike>Opal</strike></i><strike>.</strike> <i>Shimmer </i>is already adopted out and <i>Neon</i> will be staying with the Smith's.<br />
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***<b><i>Also note that if you've already adopted a cat, it's best that you don't adopt another. I want to leave it fair for other people. Thanks!</i></b><br />
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Lastly, don't feel bad if you don't get a cat, feel free to download some of the other cats under the "PETS" tab at the top of my blog. :)<br />
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ALL THE KITTENS HAVE BEEN ADOPTED! <b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="http://catlover800.blogspot.com/2012/06/and-kittens-go-to.html" target="_blank">SEE THIS POST FOR THE RESULTS.</a></i></span></b><br />
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There's some more mature language in this post. No swearing but just more mature topics in this post than usual. Not sure if this post really needs the warning but I just thought I'd throw it out here.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">CALISTA'S POINT OF VIEW</span></b><br />
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Liam is great with the new babies and Sindy and Mei have taken a great interest in them. Although I don't trust the girls to babysit the babies, I let them feed and play with the babies under my supervision.<br />
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Liam ages up into a young adult. He is still going strong with his boyfriend, Gage Callahan. I'm so proud of him for going against the norm and accepting his differences.<br />
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The triplets age up into teens next. Mei grows up into quite the rebel and drama queen. She appreciates her unique looks and dresses up a bit maturely to accentuate her lovely figure.<br />
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Sindy is almost exactly the same as her older-by-five-minutes sister. They both crop their red hair in short pixie-like hairstyles.<br />
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Alex has also become quite the charmer. He grows out his blue hair to a shaggy yet groomed look.<br />
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Harrison is a serious little boy and into race cars like his father.<br />
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Neither Lacie nor her sister, Alice, got their father's skin tone so I was hoping that they'd get his hair or eyes. Boy was I wrong. Lacie grows up with jet black hair and dark purple eyes that aren't the same purple as her father's. She's definitely a cutie though.<br />
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So is her sister. Alice gets dark brown hair and green eyes. I pull their hair back in pigtails that are oh-so-cute.<br />
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"Does this look good?" I ask the cats. Kiara voices her answer with a loud yowl. I purse my lips and remember that I'm talking to a bunch of cats.<br />
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I hear the door of my bedroom open. It's early morning and the kids are already awake and watching their morning cartoons. I guess this little one left the fun to join me in my muck of a mess. I've decided to go to a psychologist to help me deal with my break up with Luke and to help me to decide what to do. My friend, Laura Johanson, had suggested it, as she had gone to a psychologist to help her with her issues and it seemed to do a good job (at least, she didn't get worse). <br />
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The little padded feet slowly hobble over the carpet until they reach me. I pick up Alice and give her a big hug.<br />
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"So, how do I look?" I ask Laura, who has come over to assist me in my visit. This time, I'm actually asking someone who can reply, which is a good sign.<br />
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She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Then she yanks open my many drawers full of clothing. She lifts up a dress that I had received a while ago. Truthfully, I didn't even know I had it.<br />
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"Of course it is! But regardless, I was going to change... now, do you have anything that's not blue...?"<br />
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Although I feel uncomfortable out of my mind, I feel a surge of pride and a sense of accomplishment. After retouching my make-up and watching Laura mess up my wardrobe, we finally make it out to the car and drive over to the psychologist's office.<br />
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"Hey, I recognize her...," Laura whispers in my ear.<br />
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We walk up to the desk together and I inspect the woman. At first, I don't think she's wearing a shirt but then I realize it's made of some see through material and two giant hands are covering her..., I nearly faint. Are people really allowed to wear those kinds of outfits in <i>public</i>? And her hair... don't even get me started on that. I suppose that's the best dye job she could get with her lousy receptionist pay.<br />
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"Excuse me," I say. I clear my throat.<br />
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"I'm here for my appointment with Mr. Ferris."<br />
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Laura taps her foot impatiently and I look around the too-pink waiting area. The receptionist doesn't even lift her barbie doll head. Finally, I nearly shout, "My name is Calista Smith and I'm here for my appointment." The receptionist finally lifts her eyes, a piercing emerald green, at me and I see the inch of mascara caked around her eyes. <br />
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She sighs heavily and then shakes her head saying, "He's in with someone right now, please take a seat in the waiting room."<br />
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"Are there any papers to sign?" I ask politely.<br />
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"Do I look like I fricken' like this job? I said sit down. And God, your outfit is suckish." She glances me up and down and then continues to stare at her computer monitor.<br />
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"Well that was rude," I say under my breath.<br />
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Laura whispers, "And you thought your outfit was slutty." She grabs my arm and pulls me to the couch.<br />
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"So, you were saying you recognized that girl when we came in?" I prompt Laura.<br />
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"Oh yes, she was the receptionist for my psychologist. What do you know!"<br />
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"That's weird. Perhaps your psychologist fired her so she came to work at this receptionist place," I suggest.<br />
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"That would make sense, she was quite, erm, a female dog when I was there. And she said I didn't have boobs."<br />
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Laura laughs. "It's quite a funny story to tell now, but it wasn't as funny at the time."<br />
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"What's also funny is that you got your psychologist to sleep with you, in his office?" I raise my eyebrows at her.<br />
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"Calista, you should totally get your psychologist to sleep with you. It'll add more of a challenge to your challenge. 'Try to get your psychologist to sleep with you,'" she says adding some flare to the title. <br />
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"Okay, I'll do it," I say surprising Laura and even myself.<br />
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Suddenly I hear laughing coming from one of the closed rooms where an appointment is supposedly taking place. It's a deep laugh with a bit of familiarity to it. My mind immediately jumps to Luke.<br />
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"Erm, I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a sec," I announce.<br />
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In the bathroom, it's decorated the same puke pink as the rest of this dreaded place. I hear the psychologist talking and then breathe a sigh of relief. I go to the bathroom, wash my hands, and fix up my makeup. <br />
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As I'm about to walk out into the waiting room, I freeze as I hear a familiar voice, along with a female voice. It's definitely Luke with... could it be that girl he was kissing at the bar? <i>Why is he here?</i><br />
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I'm halfway to walking back to the couch where Laura is patiently waiting when the psychologist finally comes out of his office. <br />
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"Calista Smith?"<br />
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"That's me," I reply. Laura walks over to me, staring at her feet the entire time. <br />
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I notice his name tag says "Dr. Weston Ferris." No, this can't be the same psychologist Laura had. I suddenly realize why Laura seems so uncomfortable. Wow, how awkward can this get?<br />
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"So hey, Calista? I think I'm going to go home, text me how it goes," Laura whispers.<br />
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Discreetly, I reply, "Still want me to shag your psychologist?" And much to my surprise, she quickly nods yes. Then she scampers as quickly as a girl can go in a tight dress out of the office.<br />
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"Hey, I feel like I know her. She looks familiar," Weston says.<br />
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"Oh her? I don't think you know her. She's my, uh, handicap-able friend so I don't think she'd be able to perform any acts that require, you know, moving in contorted ways like when two people love each other...." Why have I always been bad at making up excuses? "I'll just shut up now," I conclude.<br />
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"Please, help yourself," Weston says, as he glances to a plate of treats. I pause momentarily. <i>Do I really want to get all fat on sweets before I seduce him? </i><br />
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"Okay, thanks!" I say as I grab a macaron and bite down on the delicious blue cookies. <br />
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"So, Calista. What would you like to talk about?"<br />
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"Well, I recently broke up with my boyfriend," I pause to add dramatic effect. "After I saw him kissing some other girl."<br />
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"Weird, the people just before you today had a similar issue."<br />
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"Yeah, what a coincidence."<br />
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"Oh, sorry, I have a confidentiality policy that I just broke. Pretend you didn't hear what I just said. Okay, now where were we? Oh yes, was there something effecting this change of behavior in your boyfriend?" <br />
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"Yes, he was under the influence of alcohol because when he came home, he was very drunk. I was surprised to see that he had made it home okay."<br />
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"Did you notice any early displays that would lead to this behavior?" Weston continues.<br />
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"Well, not really. Although, does having a lot of sex count? He wanted it all the time. He was like a dog in heat."<br />
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"I see," Weston says. "And did you let him?" <br />
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I pause. "Yes," I finally confess.<br />
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"On to other things, how has your life been. Do you spend a sufficient amount of your time with your friends? Do you have people who support you?" Weston continues with the questionnaire.<br />
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"So, do you have any good advice?" I ask.<br />
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"Well, first of all, I would not give in to his sexual advances. Don't give him what he wants because then he'll just get bored easily. Also, change it up a bit. Spice up your sex life."<br />
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"Um, okay. What I meant was what should I do with my love life now that he's not in the picture but that works too."<br />
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"Oh sorry Ms. Smith. I get carried away a lot. So, what you should do now? Well, you could try some of those dating sites and try to get a new man or you could just take a break. Spend some more time with your kids. Uh, yeah, I don't think there's anything wrong with you. You're just heartbroken and need some time to recover."<br />
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"Thank you, Mr. Ferris."<br />
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"Do you want some tips on how to spice up your love life? I'm considered a pro." Weston adds causally.<br />
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"Um, sure..." I say a bit creeped out. Although, from what Laura told me about him, he's quite an excellent lover so I should probably take his advice.<br />
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"Well, step number one: learn the basics," he starts to say. It's not great advice and rather obvious but I roll with the flow and pretend like he's the wisest of us all. "It always helps to get to know your partner. So, for example, what's your favorite color? Oh wait, let me guess!" He exclaims excitedly.<br />
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"Purple!" He finally decides. I try to hide the disappointment. Isn't my favorite color obvious? Apparently not. <br />
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"Oh sorry, I'm not a psychic. I was just messing with you, of course it's blue!" He recovers chuckling. I can tell that's a lie. <br />
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"Oh yes, so tip number two would be to work out."<br />
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"Excuse me?" I'm beginning to wonder if these tips are for men or women. It seems he's mostly talking from a male standpoint. <br />
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"For a male, having muscles is the number one thing that turns on a girl. If you would just stand up Ms. Smith." I stand up, not knowing what he's going to do. All of a sudden, he starts to unbutton his shirt. <br />
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I am shocked at his muscularity. Though not as impressive as Luke's delicious man body (at this point, I mentally slap myself for thinking positively about Luke, actually, for thinking about Luke in the first place), Weston is pretty far up there. It's impressive considering his lowly job as a psychologist in this small town. Why he would need those muscles is out of my mind and I try to focus on his big round eyes to distract myself from his chest. <br />
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"So, that's what it takes to get a girl?"<br />
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"Yes ma'am." He says coming closer to me. "Along with some compliments, that's all it takes."<br />
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I can feel the breath on my face and his <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Passion-Elizabeth-Taylor-Cologne-4-Ounce/dp/B0009OAI7C" target="_blank">scent smells like ginger and nutmeg</a> and is sadly alluring. <br />
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Before I know it, he's got his arms around me and we've fallen to the floor.<br />
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"Oh f***, I should really get home," I exclaim. "Hey, can I ask you just one thing?" <br />
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"Are you... married, by any chance? I saw your ring...." <br />
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"Oh," he casts his eyes away. "No, well yes, but no. No, I'm not married. I'm actually getting a divorce with my wife. You see, she and I haven't been seeing eye to eye on my... you could say 'decisions' in life and we've finally agreed to let our relationship end. But I'm open to any new relationship that you might have in mind," he hints. Boy, what a hopeless romantic.<br />
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"Oh no, I was just wondering because we just slept together and another friend of mind, definitely not the purple-haired girl you saw today," I add quickly, "told me that you were married. So yeah, well, I'm off. Thanks for all of your help, Mr. Ferris."<br />
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Thanks you Amanda for letting me use Weston Ferris and Aurora Waters (the receptionist) as well as Laura Johanson in my story! It helps if you read <a href="http://amanda-100babychallenge3.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Amanda's 100 Baby Challenge</a> to understand the plot a little bit better and you can also find download links for Weston and Aurora.<br />
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The morning after Luke leaves, I wake up to find something gently scratching my face. I wake up to a small kitten who looks like Kiara. I must have been dreaming. Strangely, relief washes over me as I realize that I'm dead, and my troubles are all over. <br />
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Then the kitten meows and opens her eyes. They're bright blue and I know Kiara's are not blue. Instantly, my mind goes back to that one day when Luke told me that Aquamarine must have been pregnant. <i>This must be on of her kittens, </i>I ponder as my brain refocuses on reality. I nearly scream for joy and am about to turn to Luke when I remember that he's not there. <br />
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Sadness washes over me but then I hear the squeals of Harrison in the next room.<br />
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I trudge into his room and see two more kittens. The little Kiara look alike paws for my attention and I pick her up, embracing her warmth and innocence. <br />
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"Where's dad mom? We haven't seen him all morning." Sindy asks. <br />
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"Mom?" He begins, his voice deep and resonant. "Mom? Did you hear what I said? I think I'm gay."<br />
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<i>What?!?!?, </i>my mind screams as I finally register what he's said. Had he really been talking to me for the last ten minutes. Darn, I missed his whole conversation. I feel a bit bad that I ignored my own son (though not purposefully). <br />
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"Well, honey, I'm glad you're coming out. It's difficult for people to realize that and I'm proud of you no matter what path you choose." Somehow I come up with a satisfying response and Liam leaves to go tell the triplets to come eat brunch.</div>
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I manage to force myself to become pregnant with Bryn Windfield again and continue my challenge even though I wanted nothing more but to crawl back into bed and sleep. It's difficult without Luke and I know this is hard on the kids too but they don't seem to show it. I know they're trying to be good for me and I really appreciate their respect. <br />
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I find Liam teaching the triplets how to play with our new gnubb set that my father sent for them a few days ago. It's definitely been a good distraction from Luke and that mess.<br />
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My eyes start to water as I think about <i>him </i>so I praise the kids and walk back to the privacy of my home.<br />
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After a visit to the vet, I find out which of the three kittens was born first. The oldest is who we name Moonlight. He's the laziest of the kittens and loves stretching and relaxing.<br />
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His name is Gage Callahan and he is my very first boyfriend. I can still remember the first time I discovered I was gay.</div>
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<i>We had met in the after school debate club. He was an avid debater with charisma and intelligence flowing out of both ears. As the year progressed, I got to know him quite well and we became fast friends. He started coming over to my house multiple times a week.</i></blockquote>
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<i>The look he gave me sent tingles down my spine. It was a feeling that I hadn't felt around the girls in my school and I panicked. At this point, I didn't know I was gay, or if I did, I didn't want to believe it.</i></blockquote>
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<i>He reached over and gently pressed his lips towards mine. It was after that moment that I knew he was my soulmate, my one and only. We started dating shortly after that night.</i></blockquote>
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It's prom night and Gage and I are planning on attending. We walk straight passed my mother as we walk in from school. She hardly turns her head. I don't even know if she knows i'm home. She's been like this a lot since dad left. I'm not sure what happened exactly because she won't tell us, but I'm guessing he did something terrible. That jerk-wad. </div>
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"Hey, mom...," I glance at her and her eyes quickly meet mine and the she continues to stare into space.<br />
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"Why are you guys dressed up? Prom already?" Her brow furrow as she realizes how long it's been since dad left. <br />
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I can't believe it's already prom time. Just... wow. I feel so bad that I had forgotten. My poor son, having to watch me be like this. Although my heart still aches inside, my children rearing instincts are much stronger so I lift myself from my moping and get the house cleaned up. </div>
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I give birth to <b>Lacie Perenelle Smith</b> and <b>Alice Amelia Smith</b>.</div>
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They have the twins, Cerise and Rustin. Rustin gets his dad's hair and unfamiliar blue green eyes. His twins Cerise, gets her grandfather's pink hair and her mother's pale buttercup eyes. </div>
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And lastly they have, Disco. He gets his mom's hair and his dad's green eyes.<br />
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Isabella marries Samuel Eadberht.<br />
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Together, they have two children, Joey and Louis. Neither get their parent's hair but Louis gets his mother's green eyes.</div>
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Thank you Emma Baskerville for the names of babies 82 and 83 and Izzi for letting me steal some names off of <a href="http://trufflelegacy.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">her blog</a> and for the name suggestion for Joey after Joey Graceffa. <br />
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Okay, I will be putting the cats up for adoption but not until later. There are... more to come so I hope I get the next post out soon. It's a lot more interesting in my opinion. <br />
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<b>I've realized that a lot of your are taking an interest in Neon but I've come to a decision and have decided that he will be the cat that Calista will keep so he will NOT be up for adoption. </b></div>
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