“Mrs. Chiffon. I am afraid your daughter is showing very early signs of OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.”
The look on my face must have been one of absolute fear, because she quickly followed it with…
“But in my medical opinion it is very mild and if we get her into treatment right way, she will be able to learn how to manage it.”
“I see. Is she going to have to start taking medications?”
“No. SSRI’s can be terribly dangerous in children, and like I said before, I believe it is very treatable at this stage with behavioral therapy. It won’t cure her, but she will learn to cope with every day life. I know a child behavioral therapist personally, I will write you a referral.”
After she explained everything to me, she explained it to Apricot. To my surprise she actually seemed to be relieved. I guess putting a name to what she had been going through really helped to ease her mind, and after 3 panic attacks in one week, it was good for her to hear she wasn’t crazy. Even so I felt an overwhelming sadness hit me. I pulled her into a hug and I told her daddy and I would be there to help her any way we could.
So every Monday and Friday I took her to her appointment to see Dr. Blue. Even after the first visit the change in her was dramatic. She was much more collected. As Dr, Flowery said she wasn’t cured, but she was much more relaxed. I was so grateful for Dr. Blue. He was an amazing therapist. I had kinda wished he was saw adult patients too, maybe he could have told me why I was so upset over Seashell and Precious’s engagement.
It wasn’t long and I was brought back to the problem at hand. Under the doctors orders to keep little Apricot relaxed, I decided to take all the girls to the Candy Hearts Day Spa. We were getting ready to leave when Seashell came to me looking just a tad sheepish.
“Mom. I kinda invited Precious along to your day trip today.”
I was slightly annoyed, but before I had a chance to say no.
“Please Mom! Just give her a chance. I know you will love her as much as I do, if you just get to know her. please for me.”
Well he was right. She really was a darling girl and once we got to talking, I could see exactly what Seashell saw in her. We had a great time chatting and joking at the spa. Unlike Sunset’s girlfriend(not including Renae) who barely said a word, Precious could actually hold a conversation.
“Cherry, I know you are not to crazy about us getting married, but I want you to know that I truly love your son. I want nothing more than to make him happy, but I know he would be much happier if he had your blessing.”
After she said her piece she waited for my reply.
“Please. Call me Mom.” I put my arms out inviting her into a hug and as I did so, her eyes lit up like the 4th of July.
After that touching moment, we were called into our room for our mud baths. I changed into my suit and dropped into the steaming hot mud. Mmmmmm. I as I laid there thoroughly enjoying my bath, I was hoping Apricot was enjoying the experience as much as the rest of us were. Boy was I wrong.
Little did I know, she had run into her arch nemesis from school. Olive Bitters. She tried her best to ignore her, but her friendly nature was thinking otherwise, so she she approached her to apologize for the accident in class. Olive was none to receptive. In fact she just stared at her. Feeling that her apology was going no where, Apricot turned around to walk away.
As soon as her back was turned. Olive kicked her square in the back. She let out a loud yelp, so loud I heard it upstairs. I was just getting my clothes back on when I heard the commotion. My motherly instinct took over and I ran down the stairs as fast my little feet could carry me. When I found them, Apricot was crying and Olive was looking quite pleased with herself.
Apricot explained the situation and quickly turned back to smug little Olive.
“What in Berry’s name were you trying to do here young lady? Do you think its OK to go around hurting people just because you feel like it?”
You could tell from her expression she had not received reprimands very often. I had seen her mother upstairs on my way down, so I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her back to her mother.
“Excuse me Miss Bitters?”
“Yes? What are doing with my child?”
“Your child just kicked my daughter in the back.”
“Oh really? Ever think maybe your daughter is just a liar?”
My blood began to boil. I wanted to knock her block off, but with all my recent working out, I probably would have done some serious damage. Instead I gathered the group and we left, but I made sure to have the last word as we exited the building. “Ever think about teaching your daughter some manners? Obviously not…”
I felt so bad about the days events I told Apricot she could invite a friend of her choice to come and stay the night. No surprise she invited Pumello.
They spent most of the night watching their favorite TV show. “Landons Story.” Pumello brought seasons 1-4 on DVD. Eventually I had to come out and send them both to bed.
“Ok you two. Bed time.”
Peche and I pulled out the trundle bed and made it up. I tucked them both in with a kiss on the forehead.
“Good night you two.”
During Landon’s Story, there were all kinds of other stories happening around our house. Namely, I finally caught Jamberry and Misty cuddling on the front porch. I knew it was happening, I had just failed to see it up until that point.
More than just cuddling was going down. Jamberry asked Misty to move in. She ran straight in the house and started packing. I think she was more than excited to finally get out of our hair and start her own family.
Just on the other side of the door in the front hall way, Sunset had plans of his own. It was the night before he left for boot camp, and he had recently decided that Renae was indeed special.
Right there he dropped to one knee and proposed.
“Renae. From the moment we met, I could feel you were special. When I get back from boot camp, I want to be my wife. Will you Marry me?”
I guess Sunset figured since I was OK with Seashells upcoming nuptials it was safe for him to. He was right. I was finally excited and eager to have both young ladies join the family.
The next morning I woke up early enough to catch Sunset before he left. I went to his room. His old photographs and childhood goodies were still all around the room. I had a few words I wanted to say, and amazingly I did it with out crying.
“Honey I am so proud of you. You have grown into such a handsome young man and your fiance is just lovely. I love you sweet heart.”
“I love you too mom, but seriously I am going to be back in 6 weeks.”
When it was time for him to leave, I walked him out to his carpool ride. I hugged for what seemed like 2 minutes and then finally I let him go.
“I’ll be back promise!”
As the car drove away, I waved until the car disappeared completely out of sight.
I went back inside, and grabbed my guitar. Yes after watching Tea for years, I finally broke down and bought myself one. I had purchased lessons and I absolutely loved it. Sure I wasn’t as amazing as Tea Rose, but it really was a great stress reliever. As I strummed the strings, I felt a smile spread across my face. Even with all the hardships, I wouldn’t have traded my life for anything.
“Hello Mrs. Chiffon. This is Felicity Cupcake from Strawberry Shortcake Elementary.” Ughhh! This was like Deja vu all over again.
“I am calling in regards to your daughter Apricot Bloom. Yes, it seems that she hit Olive Bitters in the eye today.”
“I don’t know what to say?” I was literally speechless.
“We need you to come down and pick her up. She is suspended until Monday.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Apricot didn’t say a word the entire car ride home. When we finally got to the house, I walked her up to her room so we could “chat”. I knew that her room was her safe spot, so she would feel a little more comfortable. The poor thing was so easily rattled, and I didn’t want to upset her more than I knew she already was.
“Alright Miss. What in the world happened today?”
“Momma I swear it was an accident!” This was the only part of the explanation I heard because the rest came out in a long long line. “IwasgoingtomydeskandIaccidentlytrippedandmyelbowhitherintheeye!!”
“She just hates me mom! Everything I do. She tries to find some way to get me in trouble.”
Even if I wanted to be mad her I couldn’t. She was just so adorable and I pretty much believed her anyhow. I had never known her to lie to me either. Out of all the kids she was probably the most genuine and honest. I was just about to release her from her groundation when the doorbell rang. I asked her to stay in her room until I came back.
To my surprise it was little Pumello Tangerine standing on the doorstep.
“Well hello Pumello.”
“Mrs. Chiffon…. Apricot didn’t do anything wrong. I was there. I saw the whole thing. It was an accident. Olive is just mean.”
“Well thank you Pumello, I appreciate your honesty. Would like to see her?”
Pumello and Apricot met on the first day of school and since then, they have been glued at the hip. He was a real sweet boy and Apricot just adored him. I was happy to see her find a friend that she could latch onto. He really helped to lower her stress levels which was a good thing!
I had a feeling this friendship would last for many years to come.
Pumello and Apricot were not the only constant companions in the house. Seashell and Precious were constantly together also. If she wasn’t over at the house.
They were on the phone. Sometimes for hours at a time. I don’t even know what they possibly could talk about for that many hours.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Not as much me….”
Peach Puff had found a new joy in life. Gossip. If you needed the scoop on anyone in the house or out of the house for that matter, she was the person to go to. No idea how she got all that information, but if you asked me I think my wonderful husband helped.
I think Peche Jr. was the first one to catch on and not long after, he stopped revealing anything he deemed private. Smart Boy.
Before it hardly seemed possible, we were celebrating the twins birthday again. My eldest boys were going to be young adults. It just couldn’t be. Wasn’t it just yesterday I was bringing them home from the hospital wrapped in their little blue blankets?
As usual Sunset was up first.
Such a handsome young man. No mistaking who his daddy was, thats for sure.
Next was Seashell. The crowd roared with cheers as he blew out the candles.
Due to a little coercing by Precious, Seashell was looking a lot like his former self. I was quite pleased by that. It suited him.
When everyone was having their cake, Seashell and Precious went out side to be “Alone.” I swear those two were always “Alone.” She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him either, which I thought was so funny and cute. She was definitely digging the new old look.
Remember how I was saying poor little Apricot was rattled easily. Well she got so overly stressed during the party she had a little accident and wet all over her cute little jumper. She was so mortified, she immediately ran into the bathroom and didn’t come out.
She spent the next few hours sitting in the bath tub trying to get clean. That girl always took the longest baths. Sometimes 2 hours or more. If you tried to rush her though, she would start to cry and say she wasn’t clean yet. After a while we all just knew, if Apricot was in the bath, you better just search out another bathroom.
After her bath, I could here her washing her hands! Why in the world would you need to wash your hands after a bath? I started to get more and more concerned about my little Apricot Bloom. I feared there was something seriously wrong.
When Peche got home from work that night he was beaming. He had recently applied for the Head Chef position at the Neapolitan Dragon and he got it! He was so proud and excited, and so was I!
I pulled him into a big bear hug. “Awww Hunny thats great!” The $335 dollars an hour was pretty sweet too!
Now both that the boys were older, they jumped right into their careers. Seashell always was an avid writer and had actually had a book picked up by a publisher his senior year in high school. They loved the book so much they signed him on for a 3 book deal. Pretty standard first deal according to Seashell. He was quite pleased. After he got the call, he got to work right away on “The Amazing Adventures of Gemma Quest”.
When Sunset announced he wanted to join the Sugar Valley reserves I was more than a little surprised. He seemed to know what he wanted though, so we supported him. He started working out, preparing himself for boot camp which was only a few weeks away.
During his last 2 weeks of freedom, Sunset chose to spend most of it with Renae Grayson-Bland. She had come to the birthday party with Mandy. Mandy wasn’t to keen about introducing her good friend to Sunset knowing what a player he was, but Sunset pushed and pushed and until she finally caved.
They had gone on 3 or so dates and he still hadn’t tried to put the moves on her. She must have been special, because he took everything really slow, and come to think of it, he had pretty much stopped all the “other visits”.
Around that same time, Seashell had plans of his own. He had invited Precious out for a night on the town, which was completely out of his element. My homebody was out rockin the town. I knew she brought out another side of him, but wow! Wonders never cease, I suppose.
A slow song came on, and the mood must have been just right because Seashell did the unthinkable.
“Precious Powder. I love you.”
“Aww…I Love you too. Sweets.”
” I know I don’t have much money, not even enough to by you a ring, but I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life by your side. Marry Me?”
“Oh Seashell, of course I will marry you!”
When Seashell told me the good news, my reaction was not exactly what he was expecting.
“You did WHAT?!?”
“Hey Mom? What was Gramma like?” She asked as she inquisitively pondered the portrait on the wall.
The question kinda took me by surprise. Being so busy with her and all the other children, I had not really thought about Mom in ages. “Well hunny your Gramma was wonderful woman, but just like all people she made her share of mistakes.”
“You mean like her affair?”
“I never told you about that. How did y-”
“Well Mom its pretty obvious that you are not a child of Granpa Bubby. Your facial structure is totally different and your hair color is kind of a dead give away. Besides you look like Auntie Shiraz, and I know she isn’t a Chiffon.”
I was literally in shock as I listened to my young daughter as she rattled off all the the reasons. Peach Puff was officially too smart for her own good. No need to lie to her, she would see right through it. “Yes hunny you had another Grandfather.
“I knew it!” She said triumphantly, as she rubbed her small hands together. “But it wasn’t all a mistake. Apricot and I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for that. Maybe mistakes happen for a reason.”
I turned my attention back to Apricot who was sitting just on the floor in front of me. I was so grateful to have her and all of my children in my life. “I suppose you’re right love.”
“Can you say Grandma?”
All the talk about Mom really made me miss her. So I decided to take a visit. I was getting to know my little Peach Puff pretty well, so I had a good hunch she would be just fascinated to go check out the cemetery. My assumptions were correct. She couldn’t wait to see Mom and Dads graves. When we got to the cemetery we walked all the way to the back corner. As we walked, flashbacks of that awful day began to flash through my mind. I guess I had a little more discomfort on my face that I had realized, because Peach grabbed my hand and tried to soothe me.
“Its OK Mommy.”
After we had paid our respects, Peach wanted to check out the mausoleum. She headed inside and I turned back to moms grave. “Mom I wish could have met your amazing grandchildren. They are all so wonderful and the girls are just beautiful.” I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t even know why I was crying, it had been years and years since then. It felt good though, so I didn’t stop myself.
Suddenly I felt a tug at my pant leg. “No Cwy Momma.”
I leaned down and picked her up. “Aww Sweety its Ok.Sometimes it is good to cry.”
That was my little Apricot, she was such a caring little child. She had a favorite dolly and she was so gentle and loving with it, you would have thought it was made of glass. That dolly was her prized possession, it was gift from her Auntie Shiraz. At first she was terrified of it. I thought we were going to have to take it out back and burn it, but then one day she wanted “dowwy pease”. So I reluctantly pulled it out of the closet and brought it to her. From that day on they were inseparable.
There was only one thing in this world that she loved more than her dolly and that was her Daddy. Apricot loved Peche and every chance she could get, she was up in his arms. She was a nervous little thing, and being in my or her Daddies arms was the fastest way to ease her anxiousness.
When it came time to learn to walk, she did not want my help at all. She wanted Daddy and there was no way around it. At first I was kind of jealous, but then I remembered all the time I had hogged from Peche with Peach and I guess this was just a little Karma coming back to me. It was just as fun watching from the sidelines.
Peach had recently watched a movie called “Searching for Bobby Fischer” and had fallen in love with chess. She was playing constantly on the computer. Peche and I decided to get her a chess table for her room. She came home from school one day to find it sitting there and she was speechless. She pulled up a chair and couldn’t wait to get started. From then on she had a daily routine. She would come home from school do her homework, study for an hour and then off to her chess until dinner. She was such a studious hard worker.
The boys on the other hand had their own interests. Seashell was still not having much luck in the love department, which had become his only goal in life. His cousin Mariah was still trying her darnedest to help him out. They had tried all kinds of different tactics but nothing seemed to work.
He was beginning to get discouraged. His brother seemed to be a natural at all that love stuff and that just fueled his annoyance further.
But Mariah was determined and she hadn’t pulled all her tricks out of the bag just yet. She excused herself off to Sunset’s room for a moment, and knocked on the door. She asked to borrow some clothes. He gave her a confused look, and then she explained what was going on. He thought the idea was kinda funny, so he grabbed a T-shirt and jeans and handed them over.
“Thanks!” She said as she bounced back to Seashells room.
The makeover took a little longer than Mariah had anticipated, but the end result for her made it all worth while. Seashell looked like a total different kid. She made him put in his contacts, which had been sitting in the very back of the bathroom drawer since we had ordered them 6 months prior. At first I don’t think he was to crazy about the whole ordeal, but I do have to say he looked great!
We had all kinds of visitors that night. Now that Dana could drive, he would stop by from time to time to see everyone. Even Peach Puff would take time out of her busy Chess schedule to come out and say hello.
He looked so much like Roz and Nikisha, but to my utter delight, was not nearly as mean and his father. In fact he was kind of the Anti-Roz. He was was very understanding and kind and was always willing to lend a friendly ear.
He came to visit with the family, but for the most part he was there to see Peche Jr. Peche Jr and Dana were like Mariah and Seashell, or Mandy and Sunset. Pretty much all the kids had a favorite cousin. Poor Peach only had Amanda, and in actuality she was much closer to Apricots in age.
Well you can change someones appearance, but it isn’t going to change their personality. Seashell continued his quest to read every book in his high schools library after hours. He was just about getting fed up this whole new look thing, when it happened.
Seashell turned to look at a lovely young girl standing before him. He nervously closed the book and stood from his seat.
“You’re Seashell right?”
“Y-ya thats me.”
“You look different. What happened to your glasses?”
“Oh…uh my cousin thought it would be fun to torture me and decided to give me a make over.”
She giggled. “I see. Well I kinda liked your glasses…. I am not sure if you know me. I’m…”
“I do. Your Precious.”
She smiled and stepped a little closer. “Thats right.”
Seashell decided to give it just one more try. “Would you like to come over sometime and watch a movie?”
“Thats sounds like fun. How about tomorrow night?”
So the next evening Precious came over. Seashell had begged us all to leave the room, so they could have a little privacy. We agreed, but I had to sneak over to the door and get just a little peak.
Seashell finally got his first kiss that night, I think he was grateful that it wasn’t with Nancy either. Precious seemed like a very sweet girl. My boys were growing up so fast and whoa… take it easy you two!
Sunset had already averted his attention to someone new. This ones name was Adrianne and just like the others she was immediately charmed. I only hoped as he got a little bit older, that he would settle down.
Though I am not sure if that would ever happen.
It was only an hour before we were to leave for the party. I went to Peach puff’s room, tears sat just on the edge of my eyes. I picked her up and sang her our favorite lullaby. I took those last few moments I had with her as baby and imprinted the memory in my mind.
“I don’t want to be selfish my love, and I know you are going to be a beautiful young lady. Now lets get to that party.”
By the time we arrived, some of the guests were already there. Auntie Shiraz and Auntie Mango were busy discussing the lovely venue and its amazing designer Judy. She was quite famous around these parts. Judy had no last name, or if she did no body knew it. She was quite the interior designer to say the least. We were lucky to even get the booking we got. I happened to call on a day they had a cancellation. Talk about luck!
I asked Auntie Shiraz if she would like to do the honors of taking Peach Puff to the cake. She was more than excited to do it. So we all watched as our little angel blew out the candles.
The party was so much fun and my little sweetheart had grown into a beautiful young girl.
After the main event we all scattered around the park checking out all the cool things it provided. Misty of course found a easel and she was right to work on painting the beautiful horizon that could be seen from the one corner of the property.
The kids found the jungle gym and we didn’t see them again until it was time to go home. To my enjoyment. it seemed that Peach Puff and Peche Jr. were still best buds.
I hung out with the boys inside while I enjoyed some cake. I don’t know what it was about that cake, but it was so good! I am not usually a huge fan of cake , but this time I had 2 slices and was ready for more. I cut myself off after 2, but I really wanted about 5.
When we all got back home, I was feeling extremely worn out from the days activities, and nice hot bath sounded really good. So I grabbed my lavender oil and filled the bath. When the water was ready, I dipped one toe into the water to make sure temp was ok. It was perfect, I slowly eased into the tub, and I could feel all my tension melting away. *ahhhh*
Afterward I went to check on Misty to see how she was doing on her repair work in my master bathroom. Just as I was getting ready to leave I felt really sick, luckily I was right next to the toilet, because I threw up all that cake. I apologized to poor Misty for puking in front of her.
“I’ts alright sis, but I am gonna go now ok?”
Seeing that this would be pregnancy#4, I had no doubts, and soon I was beginning to show. We were not really considering another baby honestly. I was on the pill, and I thought that would be good enough, obviously it wasn’t. Regardless of the facts, now that I was expecting again, it didn’t take long and I was again filled with that excited glow.
One afternoon while I was on my way to the painting room, I got a phone call from Peach Puff’s school.
“Hi yes is this Mrs. Chiffon?”
“Yes it is.”
“Hi Mrs. Chiffon, we are calling about Peach Puff. It seems that she came to school today with no shoes. We have a strict policy here at Strawberry Shortcake. Shoes must be worn at all times.”
“But she had them when she left this morning, I made sure of it.”
“Well she doesn’t have them now. She will be in the office, until you come pick her up.”
When we got home I did my best to reason with her. I pleaded.
“Sweetheart, its the only time you have to wear them I promise…Please? She wasn’t having it.
When that failed I got more serious. “Look Missy if you don’t wear them, I am going to ground you. Needless to say my threats didn’t work and after a few months the school and I gave up. I was sent a waiver to sign that would release the school from liability, if she were to injure herself while on the school grounds. I had no idea where she got her stubborn streak from.
My mom had told me about the revolving birthdays, from our younger years, but I didn’t really believe her. She wasn’t kidding though. It was just one birthday right after another. Soon it was Peche Jr.s turn and he was looking forward his party, even though he really didn’t have any good friends to invite. So we invited the entire family. Everyone showed up except for Tea, she had to stay home with her little Amanda, who had caught a bug.
Another fun party, wonderfully documented by Misty! Thanks Misty!
Nikisha invited a friend of hers to the party. Her name was Thistle and she and I hit it off immediately. I just knew we were gonna be fast friends. I already had plans to introduce her to Mango, so we could all hang out together. Yay for more friends!
Peach Puff took some time to hang out with her Auntie Nika and Cousin Dana. It was amazing, he was like a mini Roz. He looked just like the old photos I had seen of Roz at that age, except he had his Mammas hair color, a handsome boy none the less. I just hoped he would be a lot little nicer than his father was.
Later that night i went over to Tea and Dax’s to visit with my little niece. I hadn’t acutally gotten to see her yet. I was kinda disappointed when they didn’t make it to the party. She was so incredibly cute. She had this amazingly gorgeous hair color. I found out later, that is was the same color as Amanda’s grandmother Maui Punch.
Just as I was getting ready to leave, I started to feel woozy. I was just about to call for to Tea who had stepped on to the porch, but it was too late.
I passed out right there on the carpet. I wasn’t exactly sure how long I was out. All I remembered was Tea calling my name and slightly slapping my cheek to try and wake me. Finally the cold wash cloth she had wetted and placed on my forehead brought me back. She offered to take me to the hospital, but I had an appointment the next day anyway, so I just went home and went straight to bed.
Well the doctors told me that I had pregnancy induced high blood pressure and I was placed on bed rest until the birth. Stuck in bed, I read like 100 books and I missed my easel terribly.
The only time I was allowed to be up and about was for dinner. Just like my pregnancy with the twins, I had a really weak stomach. More sorbet please!
It was quite lonely during my bed rest. Peach Puff quickly picked up on that fact and she spent as much time as she could hanging with me. We would chat and read for hours. She enjoyed reading my pregnancy books immensely. I was so grateful to have her there.
Finally my bed rest sentence came to a close and seeing that Peche and I were seasoned pros now, we calmly grabbed our things and headed to the hospital.
After a long and tiring delivery, Apricot Bloom finally arrived. At first we had thought about putting her up in Peach Puff’s room, but then we decided that was not very fair to a young growing girl, so instead we had a room built for her up stairs. As I took her to her room and I felt that same adoration setting in. Welcome to the family little one.
Misty wasn’t the only one getting older, I too was feeling my age as it crept up on me. I could not only feel it, I could see it too. Wrinkles and age spots that were never there before. I did my best to accept my unstoppable aging, but it still sucked!
Peche on the other hand still didn’t look a day over 30. If I didn’t love him as much as I did, I might have been jealous. Instead I just enjoyed the fact he still looked H-O-T Hot!
Things were still going strong between us acutally. I was so happy that love had found me and stayed with me. Through thick and thin we were in it together.
My little Peach Puff was growing faster and faster. She was still the sweetest most precious little angel. Her personality was beginning to develop and she was such a character! Playing in the toy box and playing with her dolls, was serious business. It was almost as if she was planning out her play days. Meticulously laying everything before her. You could almost see the wheels turning in her sweet little head. My little darling genius.
She also loved to watch me paint. She would sit for hours on the floor just away from my easel as I painted. It was really fun to be honest. I could talk to her and paint at the same time and she loved it. “Lets use Red right here. Can you say Red?”
When Peche Jr.’s birthday rolled around, the usual crowd was there to celebrate. I decided I would invite Roz and see how we went, I told him if he did anything stupid I would not hesitate to have Carmine and Peche escort him out. He agreed and I am happy to report, he was on his best behavior and acutally apologized to Mango. He told her there was no excuse for how he had acted, but he was sorry.
Pretty soon it was time and I took Peche Jr. to his cake.
Some body got a little jealous. After we had blown out the candles, I picked her up so she could see a little better. That seemed to help calm her down just a little bit. We all watched as Peche Jr. celebrated.
What a handsome little guy.
During the party I happened to notice Tea Rose feeling a little under the weather. She looked like she was about to lose her cake on the grass. I teased. “Maybe you are preggers Tea.”
She just laughed. “Hah! No way.”
I was so happy that Shiraz was able to make it to the party, she was my only surviving sister from my dads side. I never did know any of them very well (besides dad I mean) but I always felt the closest to her. I hoped she would be around for a few more years, so she would be able to celebrate little Peach Puff’s birthdays with us.
Misty invited her new boss to the party and I personally think there is a little more going on there, that has absolutely nothing to do with work. I saw the way they looked at each other. I only hoped, that she would take a chance on this one and not let the opportunity pass her by like she did with Chadrick. Go for it Misty!
More birthdays! The twins were up next and they wanted a pool party. So we headed out to the Cotton Candy pool and set up for awesome night! The boys got to each invite 3 friends, of course the twins were there and bunch of others. This time I was smart and brought a little bunny rabbit for Peach Puff to play with and keep her occupied.
Oh my…watch out girls of Sugar Valley. Sunset has arrived.
Seashell was next!
My goodness my boys were handsome. I could only imagine how beautiful Peche Jr and Peach Puff would be.
During the party, Tea Rose announced she was indeed expecting. I was so excited I forgot all about my plan and the huge “I TOLD YOU SO!” Awww I just loved babies.
We got home from the party and Seashell was already hitting the books. He was able to pick up his text books a few days before, so he decided he was gonna get in some extra reading before his first day of school. I only hoped he wouldn’t burn himself out before he even went to his first class.
Sunset came home and went straight to his painting. I was so proud. He was a very artistic one, but I had a feeling there was more to his sudden peeked interest in the arts. “Chicks dig creative guys!” Oh Boy.
Peche told me that Seashell was beginning to take an interest in things other than books. Namely girls. Apparently he asked Mariah for advice on how to woo the ladies. She gave him a few pointers and then he decided to take his lessons and put them into action.
Unfortunately his first attempt didn’t go well. Yvette did not seem to be that interested.
But he had listened to Mariah very closely, so when his advances failed, he toned it down and took the friend approach. She was much more receptive and there was always a chance down the line for things to get more serious. He really surprised me with his new hopeless romantic side.
Sunset was not having any trouble at all with the ladies. I honestly was not surprised. His schoomzy side was pretty much irresistible and Nancy just like many others was not safe from his charming personality. I wasn’t crazy about them hanging out in his room all alone though. Good things the kids rooms had glass doors.
Peach Puff had a new friend of her own, she loved Mariah. When ever she was over visiting Seashell, Peach Puff would come and sit and chat. Mariah enjoyed her company also, Peach Puff could light up the darkest room with just a single laugh. Can you tell I loved my little girl?
The eve of her birthday settled upon us and I spent the evening in my room crying. I didn’t want my little baby doll to grow up. Peche kept her company while I tried to compose myself. The invitations had been sent out, the party was arranged. There was no turning back, Peach Puff my little angel, was growing up.
All about the Children
As I waddled up the steps of the hospital for the third time. I got really scared. I was sure I was not going to make it to the room. This baby was on its way and there was no stopping it. As Peche signed me and I pushed through another contraction, my mind began to wander. What if it was another boy? I was pretty sure I would start to cry and then feel guilty for crying. This was not the time to worry I reminded myself. Even before Peche was done filling out the forms I was whisked away to the delivery room. I got my feet up in the stirrups just as a monster contraction hit. The doctor told me to push and I did. Only moments later Peach Puff Chiffon was born. “Its a girl!”
My breath caught in my throat as the words sunk in and she was handed to me. Never was there a more beautiful baby girl, then the one that laid in my arms.
I was beaming from ear to ear, when we were both released from the hospital. I couldn’t wait to get home and introduce our beautiful girl to the rest of the family. I looked down to see her sound asleep wrapped in her delicate pink blanket. I wanted to cry all over again. I kept my composure though. Didn’t want to drop tears all over her sweet face.
Her room just like the boys, was decorated is lovely shades of purple and peach. Kinda on the neutral side, so that just in case she was a he the room would still work, but once she was in her crib the room was filled with a girly atmosphere and I couldn’t have been happier. She was so adorable and her little smile just melted my heart.
When the boys were born, we started taking photos and placing them around the room, and now that Peach Puff was here she was no exception. Misty was a wonderful photographer and her fee was quite reasonable. We would have gladly paid more, but she insisted all she needed was enough to cover the developing solution.
For the first few months Peach Puff and I were inseparable. I had to learn to share her with everyone else. It was hard for me at first to let others hold her. I knew this was probably not the healthiest thing for me or her, so I eventually started to let others enjoy her sweetness as much as I had been. She was a tiny little thing and she could fit ever so gently at the nape of your neck.
Now that Misty was getting a little older, she had decided to change up her look a little bit. She said wanted to dress more her own age and the pink ugg boots and short shorts just didn’t fit her style anymore. She acutally started to wear her hair down for a change. It was still that beautiful white like moms though.
Due to the new position at her work. Misty also added tinkering to her long line of interests. She could be found all over the house messing with the household goodies and gadgets. Even the sink was not safe from her tinkering grasp. This usually went well, but there was an occasional hiccup here and there.
One time she broke the sink and it pretty much exploded. There was water everywhere. Luckily she was able to repair it herself and then cleaned the mess up after! Got to love neat freaks.
Seashell and Sunset were getting bigger and bigger by the day, but Seashell in particular was taking an interest in his hygiene. He was so good about brushing his teeth and bathing regularly. He still preferred his exclusive company of one though.
He did have one prospect of a friend. His cousin Mariah started to making almost nightly phone calls to chat. At first he wasn’t to crazy about them, but after a few months he was pretty much accustomed to them, and when she didn’t call him he would call her!
Now Seashell had two loves in his life. One was homework. I know… a kid who likes homework? Say it isn’t so. Well in his case it was. Not only homework. Difficult homework. The harder the better. He was probably the smartest child I had ever had the pleasure of knowing.
His other love was his little brother. Peche Jr. had a small purple haired guardian angel always looking out for him. I think they had some sort of comradery due to the both having purple hair thing. What ever it was, I was just so glad to see big brother watching out for little brother.
Don’t misunderstand, I am not saying that Sunset didn’t love his little brother also, because he did. There was just a definite close bond that Seashell and Jr. shared.
Like most Chiffons, Sunset was already interested in his artistry. Even as a toddler he was painting and drawing on everything including his walls. Fortunately for me, my mom had the walls painted with this super amazing paint, and everything was easily washable.
He was still BFF’s with Mandy, which I just loved, but unlike his brother he was a very sociable child and he had many other friends.
No surprise that most of them were girls, he was quite the cutie pie. Nancy here happened to be one of his favorites.
The boys were finally at that age where you could hold a real conversation with them. Sunset enjoyed hearing about Auntie Misty’s super secret experiments. They weren’t really, but she told him they were and he felt so special that she was sharing top secret information.
In a blink of an eye, we were already celebrating my little sweet pea’s birthday. We all clapped and cheered as her and Daddy blew out the candles.
I was taken back by her striking resemblance to mom. It was seriously uncanny. The only difference I could see was Peche’s beautiful complexion.
I immediately scooped her up, so I could give her a birthday congratulation. My little cuddle bug. I wished she could stay just like this forever.
Peche Jr. simply adored his little sister. He was even kind enough to share his blocks. I loved to watch them interact together. It was just so sweet.
Like the rest of the family, Peach Puff had her own quirkiness. Namely her absolute detestation for shoes. Anytime you tried to put shoes on her, she would start to cry and scream. As soon as you took them off she was fine. I had never met a child who hated shoes before. Guess it did save us some money in the long run though.
Just like Sunset, she learned to talk very early. She was so incredibly smart. Peche was also a great teacher and I think that helped. Her first word ironically was acutally two words stung together. “Noo-choos”
She was also a fan of the logic blocks. They were a big hit with almost all of our children acutally.
After learning to talk, walking soon followed. Pretty soon we would be celebrating her birthday again, and that was something I was just not ready for. I wanted to wrap her up in a little time machine bubble forever. Sadly I knew that wasn’t possible, so I prepared myself for the inevitable.
Delivery for Peche Jr. and I was incredibly difficult, so by the time we acutally got him here, I was just so grateful he was healthy and safe, the fact he was HE had completely rolled out of my mind. As we rode home, I held onto Peches hand. I still couldn’t believe sometimes that he was actually here. We both looked at our beautiful baby boy and I felt so incredibly lucky.
Just like Seashell and Sunset, Peche Jr. quickly made a niche for himself into our family. His big beautiful bright eyes were captivating and soon Misty was deep under his spell, Tea Rose was also, which made for some funny scenes. “I’ll change him.” “Awww I was gonna do it.”
Not long after Peche Jr. was born, we had another man enter our lives. One by the name of Dax Pixystix-Witt. Tea Rose had met him through her work and they were quickly becoming fast friends. She would spend hours on the phone. She was so cute. I had never even seen her take interest in a boy before ever. You would have thought she was in high school all over again. “No you hang up first. Ok we’ll hang up together. 1.2…..”
The phone calls quickly lead to afternoon visits. Tea Rose fluttered about like a love sick butterfly. I do have to admit he was incredibly handsome and those eyes. Wow. It was not hard to see what she liked about him. He was also an amazing musician like herself. Then one thing lead to another.
I was standing in the living room rocking Peche Jr. to sleep, when I happened to look out side just as Dax and Tea Rose had their first kiss. They were so cute together! I called for Misty to come look, but I had forgotten she was at work. Dang!
I got a phone call from Roz, announcing the birth of their little boy Dana. I was so excited, I asked the girls to watch the twins while Peche Jr. and I went to Roz and Nikisha’s house. It didn’t take much convincing, so off we went. Nikisha looked about ten times better since the last time I had seen her. Pregnancy was not kind to her one bit.
Dana was sweet little guy. He looked a lot like his mommy. I wasn’t exactly sure, but looked as if he had a little pink hair growing in. Maybe he would have a little more Roz in him after all.
Meanwhile at home, Sunset was keeping Misty entertained with their little chats. He was so incredibly smart and he only grew smarter as the days progressed. He was already talking in full sentences and could easily convey just what he was feeling and what he wanted.
Seashell was our little napper. He would be happy for hours just lying in his crib. He wasn’t much for chatting, and he really hated big groups. He was happiest in his room playing with his blocks. At first I worried it wasn’t healthy for him to be so isolated, but I quickly learned trying to put him around other children was a bad idea. He would look so panicked and then the tears would set in.
But he still loved him mommy and that was the only thing that mattered to me. He was finally learning to walk and potty. He was such a warmhearted child. I only hoped his fear of other children would lessen as he grew.
As time progressed ever faster forward, Sunset started to put his interest into music. He played for hours with his xylophone creating a tinkling symphony. He would get so into it and that to me was just adorable. He loved to preform for his favorite audience Peche. Every time Peche would clap, Sunset would start to laugh and clap too. So many incredible boys in my life. *sigh*
Before we knew it was Peche Jr.’s birthday. All of the immediate family was attendance. Jr. and I blew out the candles and I secretly made a wish.
Now I had thought Seashell was my carbon copy. Boy was I wrong. Peche Jr. should have been named Cherry Jr.! He had my skin, my hair and my eyes. What a darling little guy though. To my delight his bright eyes got even bigger!
During the festivities, there was a huge commotion coming from the front of the house. All we could hear was yelling. Tea Rose and I ran to the front room, while Peche held onto little Peche Jr. When we made it to the hallway we found Roz beating up poor Mango. I was so angry!
“What in Berry’s name do you think you were doing Roz?” He acutally looked surprised. I was so irritated and confused the only thing I could do was ask him to leave. Needless to say Roz was now on probation and would not be attending our future parties any time soon.
During all the commotion Dax asked Tea Rose to move in! You can probably tell that she said yes. She moved her stuff out that night. She was so happy and we were all happy for her. Misty seemed a little down, but I think after a while she would adjust to not having her so close.
After Roz was gone we finally passed around the cake. Not much to say here, I just really liked this pic of my family and Nikisha really enjoying her cake.
Now that the twins were getting close to their birthday, I told Peche I wanted to try again for a girl. I promised this was the last time. If we didn’t get a girl this time, we just were not destined to have one and I would give up. He agreed and baby #4 was on its way!
To Seashells dismay, Peche Jr. liked to invade his room and play with his logic blocks. I thought about moving him to his own room, but then I decided maybe this would be good for him. Maybe if he learned to be around his brother first, the transition in school would not be as bad.
The boys birthdays were next and I was slightly saddened to see my little men growing up.
Sunset grew to look even more and more like his dad. He was quite the handsome one indeed.
Seashell was a little more at ease at this party, which I was terribly happy about.
He definitely had my lips. I just hoped they wouldn’t grow to be as big as mine. As I child I always hated my lips…
By the time my third pregnancy was in full swing. I was totally prepared. I had even read books about conception methods that would help the chances of deciding the sex of the child. I also woke every morning and thanked Berry for the beautiful baby girl that was destined to be sent my way.
The boys were already in school and I could scarcely believe how much they had grown. They both did incredibly well in school, but we started to notice a problem with Seashell very early on.
It started when he began working on his homework outside. I asked him over and over again to come to the kitchen or bedroom to work, but he refused. “I can’t see in there.” Was all he would reply.
Seeing I had no trouble at all looking at his homework, I quickly made him an appointment for the eye doctors. Sure enough the poor little guy was incredibly farsighted and would not be reading much with out glasses.
He was not crazy about them at first, but he learned to adjust. Once he could actually read the screen of the computer he was quickly turning into another Carmine. Spending hours playing Battle Chess and Pop It. The computer restrictions came not too long after.
Now that the twins were a little older and they didn’t want mommy around 24-7. I was able to put all my attention into playing with little Peche Jr. Just like his brother Sunset, he grasped onto walking and talking very quickly.
Part of Mango and My plan for our children was working out. Mandy and Sunset were pretty much glued at the hip. Mandy was a regular house guest on the weekends. A Friday wouldn’t go by with out a “Mom? Can Mandy stay the night?”
She had pretty much claimed Tea Rose’s old bed as her own. Her and Misty would stay up for hours talking before Mandy would just fall asleep.
She was acutally over the night I went into labor.
I was just coming back from the kitchen with one of my late night snacks, when my water broke. We asked Misty to watch the kids and Peche and I were off to the hospital once more.
“Its a Boy!” When I heard the words my heart sank. I was disappointed, but also relieved the baby was healthy, just as I was about to be handed my little bundle of joy, another very sharp contraction hit and the doctor rushed back over. “Oh my looks like we have another one. Nurse get ready.” When all was said and done, and I held Seashell and Sunset in my arms, all of my disappointment washed away.
It did not take me long to fall head over heals for both of them. They were just about the sweetest little darlings I had ever held in my arms. They both weighed at about 6lbs and for twins that is pretty good size, but when you held them it felt like they weighed nothing at all. I never knew babies loved to cuddle. It was such an amazing feeling.
Sunset looked a lot like his daddy. His beautiful dark complexion. I only hoped he would inherit his gorgeous hair as well. Only time would tell.
Seashell was much more fair skinned like me. Peche said he was going to grow up to look just like his momma.
One afternoon as I was putting Seashell to bed, I heard the computer on in the girls bedroom. This was incredibly odd, because the only 2 people in the house besides the twins was me and the repairman. I stomped into the room and found Mr. Repairman playing on the computer and not fixing the dishwashers like instructed. My blood began to boil. I was more than a little forceful, but to my astonishment he completely ignored me and headed to the living room to watch TV. Then I lost it. I ripped him up one side and down the other. Needless to say we have a repairwoman now and she acutally does her job. Amazing….
The next time Peche was in charge of the boys, I snuck off to see Mango and the girls. I may have not have gotten my girl, but hers definitely helped to fill the void.
As I stood there feeding Mandy, I knew that Peche and I would be trying again for a little girl. I decided as soon as the boys were a little older I was definitely going to bring it into the conversation.
While I was at Mango and Carmine’s, Misty was just getting off from work. Lets just say she had a very bad day. Her lab was working on a new compound that was supposed to eventually take the place of fossil fuels. Instead of adding one drop of “chemical A” her partner added a Dropper and there is very big difference between the two. She came home at took a long hot bath. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for her and giggle…just a little bit.
Later that night her boss Prof. Chadrick Tea-Sammich came by to make sure she was alright. These two had become very close over the passing years, and I would almost bet that if Wendi was not in the picture they would have been an item long ago.
Little Winston was the youngest of the Tea-Sammich Clan and from the moment he was born, Misty was in love. I think as the years were getting on, and seeing Peche and I start a family, she was hoping to have children of her own. She always kept so busy in her garden, I don’t know if she will ever meet someone.
As the boys Birthdays approached I decided it was time to bring my plan to Peche. I told him of my wish for a girl. He was very much all in favor and said he wouldn’t mind having a girl either. So we got right to it. Fingers crossed!
We decided that for the boys birthday, we would keep it small and only invite the family. Carmine and Mango were first to arrive. Carmine ran straight to Seashells room to greet and cuddle his nephew. It was very obvious that his experience with the girls had brought out his fatherly side, and Seashell loved his uncle very much.
Sunset was first to arrive, so he got to go first. We excitedly blew out the candles.
I almost cried when I saw his beautiful white hair. Just like moms. He was so handsome and he had inherited my deep purple eyes! This one had the potential to be a heartbreaker for sure.
As I was on my way back to Seashells room to bring him to the cake, that all too familiar nausea washed over me. I joyfully ran to bathroom. I am probably the only person in the world who gets excited over throwing up!
Once I was sure that my stomach was settled (at least for a few minutes) I brought Seashell to his cake. We blew out the candles and then I had to quickly run back to the bathroom.
Seashell was an exact replica of me, except he had Peches eyes. Poor little guy was not enjoying the party nearly as much as Sunset was.
Seashell wasn’t the only one not having a good time. Nikisha had finally gotten her wish, but her pregnancy was taking its toll on her. She was 100% miserable. Her feat were swollen and her back aches were almost unbearable. Finally Tea Rose and I told her to just go home. There was no need to put herself through this. Reluctantly she complied.
Seashell and Sunset had no trouble getting in good with their Aunties. Auntie Tea and Seashell were a very popular duo around the house. He may have been a little more shy than his brother, but he still loved to play.
Sunset blew us all away when he started to talk at such an early age. When the babbling turned into words we all watched in amazement. “Dadda! Momma! Tea Tea!” That little guy was so smart.
Now that the boys were older, the girls were getting older too. Mandy looked just like her Momma. I know aunties are not supposed to have favorites and I would never admit in a million years, but I simply adored that little angel.
Mariah looked just Carmine. Don’t get me wrong she was a little sweety also, but Mandy had most definitely inherited her mothers charm.
When Nikisha was having one of her better days, I invited her over. I had wanted to do all those fun little things like talk to her belly at the party, but she was just not up to it at the time. Unlike me she had gone in for the sonogram to find out the sex of the baby. “Its a boy” she said with a smile.
Tea Rose was quite the little guitarist. I liked to watch and I could tell the baby liked it to. When she would start to play, it would kick right along with the tune. The more I watched her the more interested I got into learning to play myself.
Peche and Sunset were getting along so well, and Sunset was learning so fast. He just picked everything up like a sponge and water. Potty training was breeze and walking was not to far off either. I was so proud.
Seashell on the other hand was a handful. Everything we did was a struggle. He didn’t want to talk, he didn’t want to walk and he certainly did not want to use that potty. I would get so frustrated, I would almost be in tears. We finally decided maybe he just wasn’t ready yet.
Peche was moving up the culinary ladder quite quickly. He always took a little time to watch some of his favorite cooking shows. Pretty much anything he watched or read about he could make. Being a vegetarian he introduced the entire family to a whole new world of organic veggie foods. I hated veggie burgers until I tried his. During my pregnancy that was one of my cravings. mmmmm burger. *ahhhhh*
Where ever daddy was, sunset was not too far away. He would pile up his books not to far from the TV, and read away. He couldn’t acutally read yet, but he loved all the pictures. Red Fish, Blue Fish was so worn out, we had to end up buying another copy to replace it.
One early evening as Peche was preparing dinner, I went into labor for the second time. I hollered to the kitchen. Peche pulled the mac and cheese off of the stove and off we went! Come on little girl!!
Little Edit note:
Winston is Son to Chadrick and Wendi Tea-Sammich. Chadrick is son to Peanutbutter and Jelly Sammich, and Wendi is daughter to Bubble Tea and Carrot Muffin…hence the red hair.
Ever have one of those morning where things are just weird. Nothing is going right, not to say it is going bad, just off from the norm. Well that was kind of morning I was having when our neighbor dropped by. To be truthfully honest, I don’t think any of us really knew his name. We just knew he was husband to Tessa from down the street. Tea Rose didn’t want to be rude, so she invited him.
I was in the kitchen throwing away my protein shake can, when he strolled in. It took me kind of by surprise, but my friendly disposition took it from there and I calmly struck up a conversation with the odd fellow. Just when he was getting to the interesting part of his story, a wave of nausea came over me. I tried my best concentrate on his story, but suddenly I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. I could see his lips moving and his arms waving all around, but the only sounds I could hear were the sounds of my stomach trying toss my protein shake back up and onto the freshly mopped floor.
I just couldn’t take it any longer. “Could you hold that thought? I will be right back.”
I hightailed it to the nearest bathroom and *blehhhhh* up came my breakies. I am not sure if it was the relief that I acutally made it to the bowl or that I had gotten what ever it was that was in there offending my tummy… out. Either way I felt instantly better. Unfortunately the bathroom I chose to run to, was right off of the kitchen and I guess our morning visitor heard enough and took off, because when I reentered the kitchen he was gone.
Since I had just gone through this with Mango not that long ago, I was pretty sure I knew what was going on. I wanted to be positive though, before I started running around telling everyone the good news, so I made an appointment to get checked out. We were all sitting around having dinner, when my phone rang from my pocket. I dropped my fork and it clanged on the plate much louder than I had anticipated. I wiped my mouth and excused myself from the table.
I walked out onto the front step of the house and picked up the phone. My suspicions were confirmed. Peche and I were going to be having a baby! I was so excited, I hung up the phone and ran back into the house to tell everyone.
First I told Peche, Mango, and Tea Rose. Peche and Mango both cheered and then they fought over who going to hug me first. Not only was I with child, I was going to be pregnant right along side my best friend! That concept was just so neat to me!
I rubbed her belly. “Pretty soon I am gonna look like this too.”
She smiled and nodded her head. “They are going to be best friends just like us Cherree.”
Next I told Misty. She was so excited, I don’t think I had ever seen her get that excited over anything. She was already planning names and clothes and toys. It was really a delight to see how this baby was bringing the family even closer together.
Not only was the baby bringing the family closer together, it was bringing me closer to the refrigerator. I was constantly hungry and the only thing I could stomach for a while was the watermelon freeze sorbet in the freezer. Watermelons….mmmmm. I had always enjoyed watermelons, but now it was like an obsession.
I found these amazing little tiny watermelons at the market, and probably bought about a dozen. They were like the size of an orange, but sweet as sweet! Because they were so small, they were easily portable and I could be found munching them all over the place.
After a couple of months, when the morning sickness had dissipated. I found that I really loved being pregnant. It was such an amazing feeling to know something so small and delicate was growing and depending solely on you for all of its needs.
Peche was getting into it also. One afternoon he went to the book store after work and picked up a couple of pregnancy books for us to read. “Totally Preggers” was my personal favorite. The writer was so funny and her story was so crazy it just had to be true!
The whole time I was pregnant, I painted. I really did enjoy painting before the pregnancy, but ever since then it just brought me so much joy. Perhaps I had hoped if I painted, maybe the baby would get some of those painting vibes and turn out to be just as creative.
As Mango and My delivery dates grew near, we decided to have a double baby shower. We invited all of the girls we knew, and let the boys sit out on this one. Boys usually don’t find showers nearly as much fun as us girls do.
It was a wonderful party. Laughter and joy emanated through out the house. Mango and I looked like 2 stuffed turkeys sitting on the couch, but neither of us was a big as poor Genevieve. She looked as if she might burst right there on the spot. Mango got up to use the bathroom and I got up to. I waddled to the bedroom to grab something.
Once I was sure she was finished I knocked on the door and went inside. I had a present that I wanted to give her, I just didn’t want to present it in front everyone. It was a special bear that I had ordered for the little one. She fell in love with it instantly. Probably due the hormones… we hugged each other and then we both started to cry.
During the party Nikisha came up to me and wanted to feel my belly. She confided in me that her and Roz had also been trying for a baby. No luck yet, but she was still hopeful. I told her to keep trying and she winked at me. “Oh we will.”
Mango was just returning from her 4th trip to the potty that hour when her water broke and the contractions set in. I heard her call to me from the bedroom and quickly(as an extremely pregnant woman can) I rushed to to her side. She looked at me and I knew this was it.
We emerged from the bedroom, and I swear I had never seen so many grown women freak out. You would have thought none of them had ever seen a woman go into labor before, which I knew for a fact was not possible. I navigated Mango through the sea of screaming girls and out to the car.
I grabbed my cellphone and we headed to the hospital. I called Carmine and told him to meet us there as soon as he could. He didn’t even finish his last sentence before he hung up the phone. When we reached the hospital, I followed her up the desk and we got her a room right away. Carmine must have been stuck in traffic, because it took him ages to get there. I was by her side the whole time. Finally Carmine made it to the room, and not long after Mandy and Mariah came into the world.
Yup beautiful twin girls. They were just about the most precious little things I had ever seen. I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. “They are so beautiful.” I cried. When everyone was released from the hospital I went back once again and walked Carmine and Mariah to the car. I waved as the car drove away and then I headed back home. I had, had a couple of long days and was feeling extremely tired.
When I got back to the house I was welcomed by an extremely exited Peche. “There are my two favorite people in the world. Hello. Hello my little one.” He cooed. I couldn’t help but smile and feel so incredibly loved.
After he was done talking to the baby he brought his attention back to me and offered me an amazing massage. It was just what the doctor ordered. We took the massage back to our room for a little more R&R if you know what I mean.
Afterwards I pretty much passed out and slept all the way through the night until about 5:45 AM. A sharp pain brought me back from my dream and quickly sat up in bed. I looked over at Peche who was still blissfully unaware and I tapped him on the shoulder. “Honey its time.” That was all I had to say. He shot out of that bed and was freaking almost as bad as all those ladies just a few days before. I did my best calm him down. “Sweetheart its ok. Just help me get to the hospital.”
Unfortunately Carmine had borrowed the car the night before, so we had to call a cab. I waited in agony for it to arrive. Finally it got there and Peche helped me in and off we went. As I waddled up the front steps of the hospital the only thing on my mind was I desperately hoped it was a girl.