Baby 82 and 83: Part 1 of 2

NOTE

There is some swearing in this post.  Now, I have never sworn but I thought it would be more dramatic and realistic if I added swearing so yes, if you're not comfortable with that kind of thing, please refrain from reading this post.  If not, carry on.  

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CALISTA'S POINT OF VIEW

Ash and Isabella grow up into young adults and I am thrilled that they have grown up to be strong and smart.  Ash is thinking of starting a garbage business and Izzi wants to start a non-profit animal shelter.

Liam ages into a teenager but he isn't too excited to experience the changes and the hormones that come with age.

The triplets are as wonderful as ever.  Mei continues to tie back her hair in a ponytail.  Her favorite color is red.

Sindy is becoming more extroverted and independent and often joins her siblings in their play.

Alex is smart just like his older brother, Liam.

Harrison is a cutie.  But something odd catches my eyes as he ages up.

"Aw, aren't you the cutest little guy!  Here comes the tickle monster!  Nom nom nom!"  Luke exclaims as Harrison bursts into giggles.  He's wearing the darnedest little outfit that I picked out for him.  Surprisingly, Luke put it on correctly this morning.

I clear my throat.  "Ehm, Luke, do you see anything... strange about Harrison?"

Luke glances at me and replies obliviously, "No, he seems perfectly healthy and the doctor said he was on track...."  Luke trails off as he realizes his answer wasn't quite satisfying enough.

I watch my boyfriend and my son play with each other for a little longer.  Then Luke settles Harrison in for his afternoon nap.  I follow him into the nursery and wait patiently.

Walking out I shake my head.  "Luke, his hair."

Luke looks at me strangely and answers me warily.  "Yeah... it looks like mine but perhaps Harrison's father just has parents with that hair.  Ya know, genes can be recessive and stuff,"  Luke pauses and it's clear he is still puzzled.

"Luke, I think... I think Harrison is our baby.  I looked up Bryn Windfield's records and his parents don't have red hair.  Plus, I asked the doctors and they confirmed to me that Harrison was indeed your child.  Our child."

Luke's mouth is aghast.  "But, but how?  It's not like- oh God."  Judging by Luke's expression, I know he's got it.

"You know that morning we slept together.  Well, I had just impregnated myself and your sperm must have gotten to the egg first.  Urg... it's so frustrating.  That morning I allowed you to make love to me because I was sure that egg had already been fertilized.  But- but I guess not."

Luke frowns and then looks at my expectantly.  "So, is Harrison still part of the challenge?"

I sigh and Luke pulls me close.  "Of course, he's special and dear to me.  He shouldn't count just because I had two pregnancies with the same man during my challenge.  Plus, it was an accident but just to be sure, no sex during the pregnancies."

"Yes ma'am," Luke says giving me a smoldering look that makes me regret the decision I just made.

I laugh.  "Okay, now onto a different topic, can you babysit tonight because I'm going over to Simon's house.  He and Gabrielle had their first baby."

"Sorry darling, but I've got a little gig down at the bar.  They want me to serve the drinks and I told them yes," Luke replies remorsefully.

"Oh, no problem, I'll just call a babysitter," I say nonchalantly.  Then Luke and I hug and he turns to leave for the bedroom to get changed.  I walk out the front door and drive to Simon's house.

"Gabrielle!"

"Calista!  Nice to see you," she says, as I walk in.  I can hear a baby gurgling in the background.

"Simon's just getting little Joseph from his nap," Gabrielle explains.  "Would you like to sit down?" She gestures to the sitting area.

We're about to sit down when Simon finally appears with a beautiful baby in his arms.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Joseph...," we sing as Gabrielle brings her son to the cake.

Joseph Simon Simmons is the cutest little baby imaginable.  He's the perfect mix of his parents with his mother's soft purple hair and his father's bright blue eyes.

He enjoys the cake the Simon baked up for his son.  It's a swirly marble cake with delicious frosting that Joseph gobbles up right after we snap a photo of him with his cake.

I put little Joseph to bed and leave shortly after.

Mei greets me at the door and when I ask, let's me know that Luke is still at the bar.

I hang out with the cats a bit.  It's only 8 o'clock and not too late so I make a last minute decision to surprise Luke at the bar.  I tip the babysitter (my niece) extra and go and get dressed.  I pick out a tight halter dress that is quite exposing around the back but I know Luke will enjoy seeing me wear it.

The bouncer lets me in with no hassle.  It seems to be that being a challenge mother has some significant perks to it.  I walk in proudly and don't see Luke until I get to the second floor.  Looking over the balcony, I notice a pair of familiar shoes next to some very unfamiliar heels.

My heart pumps but I know Luke wouldn't cheat on me.  I mean, tons of guys wear the same shoes.  I was probably just imagining-  I stop my thoughts as I bend down (as far down as I can in a short dress) to take a closer look.

My doubts are confirmed because locking lips (hehe, Luke Lockhart) with my boyfriend is an

UNFAMILIAR

GIRL.

Before I can think, my mind seeths with anger and I'm extremely embarrassed as well as furious.  As quickly as I came in, I run out.  The bouncer doesn't even have time to question why I would leave to soon. 

The tears are already forming as I speed home and shove the babysitter (not literally) out the door.  Then, like a teenager, I run to my room where the tears I was trying so hard to hold in, burst out.

My makeup streams down my face like polluted rain as my salty tears run down my cheeks.  I look like a wreck but I'm too upset to comprehend what I had seen.  All I know is that Luke betrayed me.  I practically rip off my dress, too distressed to want to see it again.  It will fill me with bad memories if I continue to look at it.  I'm tempted to burn it but I yawn and slip on my night gown over my shaking flesh.

I shiver as I lay in bed, half asleep, have crying.  Somehow, I managed to fall asleep because all of a sudden, I am awaken by the click of the front door.  It take me a moment to remember what had happened and I remember to feel mad again.

My anger wakes me up and I am enraged as I pound my way to the front door.  Not even caring if I wake up the kids.

Luke is drunk as hell.  It seems that he not only made all of the drinks, but consumed them all as well.

"Heyyyyy," he nods as he sees me coming.

My face is searing with fury but his face is once again oblivious.

"You asshole!" I shout.

Luke smiles at me with his frazzled face and lunges forward for a hug.

"Babe, darlin' what's wrong?  I didn't do nothin' you hot piece of Hotpocket."  He slurs as the stench of alcohol seeps up my nostrils.  Where the hell did that come from?

I back away quickly before he can put his two-timing lips on my face.

"Get out.  I saw what you did.  Just... get your ass out of here," I seethe through clenched teeth in as steady of a voice as I can muster.

Luke's face falls.  It seems to be that my yelling is an antidote for his drunken head.

He shakes his head and in a more normal voice says, "What?"

"You heard me, get out.  And I don't want to see your sick, cheating, bastard of a face again!"

Before he says anything, I fiercely point towards the door and he quietly slips out the door into the night.  He's rich, he could surely find a place to stay.  But one thing is for sure, he's not getting a room at this house.  

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NOTE

To all of you Luke fans out there... please don't hate me.  :O

Oh, and thank you Laura Johanson for the lovely Hotpocket idea.  :3