Add him to the list of creeps! Babies 30 and 31!

*Warning: This post contains some mildly adult themes at the end. I'd say it's about a PG-13 on the rating scale.*

 Unfortunately, Mike has to leave shortly after the birth of the twins.Not long after he leaves, they age up into two nearly identical toddlers. The only thing that's different about them is their skin tone and eye color. Gideon has his dad's eyes and skin tone whereas Esta has mine.

Alayna, who used to be a shy, introverted child who loved everything to do with art, ended up coming out of her shell and becoming quite the athlete. She's become a skilled gymnast and contortionist and hopes that one day she can find a career that involves the two very painful looking talents.

Corbin grew into a very gentle and caring teenage boy. If he isn't at work or school you can usually find him with Lucky, teaching him new tricks or playing catch. I've been thinking that the two are becoming so close that Corbin should take Lucky when the triplets move out.

Ily is a charismatic young girl who has a passion for theater. When she's home you can find her in front of a mirror practicing lines or preparing an audition for the next play at school.

The next man to show up is Darell Woods. Unfortunately, I've only said seven words to him, "Hi, I'm Laura, nice to meet you!" All that he does is work. He goes to work then he comes home and works some more. Personally, I think it sounds like a pretty dull life, but whatever. Everybody's different.

One thing about the twins is they both love the mini xylophone! But whereas Gideon has the more "serious" look while playing with it, Esta seems to have a little bit more fun.
With that being said, I think that no matter how much fun the xylophone is to them, they both have the virtuoso trait. You can hardly tear them away once they start to play and they already have a good idea of which key makes what pitch.

One morning I wake up and go to take care of Esta and Gideon, but am interrupted by my phone buzzing madly in my pocket. Not sure who would be trying to contact me so early, I look at my phone to see that Mike sent me a a text.

Mike: Hey! How's the new guy?

I hesitate to text him back. Is it against the rules to contact the other guys while you have one at your house?
Are there any rules to this?
Ah hell, I don't know, nor do I even care at this point.

Me: Ugh. All he does is work and he won't even talk to anyone.
Mike: Wow... Sounds fun.
Me: Totally :P
Mike: You should ditch this guy for the day... We could hang out somewhere. :)
Me: Sounds good to me! Where should we go? (:

While waiting for Mike to respond, I decided to try to see if Darell would be willing to watch Gideon and Esta for one day. He was of course in the midst of some intense conversation with somebody from work. I
sigh and wait for him to either finish up or for a break in the conversation, but it appears to be taking a while.

After a couple of minutes he seems to notice me and motions for me to leave. "You're kidding me, right?" I ask without thinking.

He shoots me an irritated glare and says something in a hushed tone, hanging up afterwards.

"What was that?" He demanded, turning towards me while looking rather angry.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I wasn't aware that you could kick me out of my room just like that."

"Well, I'm sorry, I was in the middle of a phone call," He said sounding a little more calm. "Now what do you want? I'm busy in here."

"I was actually wondering if you would be willing to watch the kids for a couple of hours."

"Absolutely not."

I sighed in irritation, "Why?" I asked. "All you ever do is make phone calls and sit around on the computer. Would it really hurt to go bond with a couple of toddlers for two hours?"

"The company needs me," He said simply. "I can't be distracted by anything."

"Whatever," I said. I didn't know what company he was talking about, nor did I care, but I obviously wouldn't be able to get through to this guy. "I'll work something out then."

In the end, we decided to meet up at the library since they have a children's area. That way we could make sure Gideon and Esta were okay and Mike could see them without any issues. Don't ask why we didn't think of this before, but it was a great idea.

I got there a couple of minutes before Mike did and was playing with the kids when he poked his head through the door. "Did somebody order a sexy man with cyan highlights?"

I laughed and practically launched myself at him. "Wow, he's very modest too."

He smiled down at me and gave me a light kiss on the lips. "Aside from the jerk who happens to be staying in your house, how are you?"

"Just lovely, thank you. And how are you?"

"Fantastic because I get to see you and the twins."

I can't help but grin like an idiot as I unwrap my arms from around him, "They're right over there. Beware, they're quite adorable."

He laughs as he picks up Gideon. "Hey little man."

Gideon looks at me with curious eyes, wondering who this new man is since he hasn't ever seen him since he was born. "That's your daddy, Gideon," I say, hoping it'll have some effect on him.

"Dada?" He asks simply, looking at Mike with those adorable, round eyes. "Hi."

Mike looks at me with nervous eyes. "It's okay, if he talks it means he like you or is warming up to you. He refuses to talk to some people."

"Like that new guy?"

"Yes, exactly like that new guy. I tried getting them to communicate once, they both just sort of stared."

Both of us end up reading to the toddlers. Gideon, being the shyer one of the group is content just listening to the story, but Esta definitely enjoys asking questions about the pictures more.

Around 5:00, we bring the toddlers back home and the teens offer to watch them so that Mike and I can have a little alone time. All that we really do is cuddle on a park bench and talk about random things; what the other has been doing since Mike had to leave, why dinosaurs became extinct, and our past in general.

While I admit, the past is a touchy subject for me, I find it easy to talk to Mike about it and he listens, barely saying a word as I tell him about pretty much everything. When I'm finally finished he simply looks at me in amazement. "You are amazing."

I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and bite my lip. "Why's that?"

"Your childhood sucked, you got kicked out of the house on you eighteenth birthday, and you've had a lot of terrible things happen since you started your challenge and yet you're still on your feet. I know people who would have just given up by now. How do you do it?"

"My kids," I said. "They help a lot by keeping my mind off of things. And just knowing that I at least have them to hold on for motivates me to keep going."

After sitting in silence for a little while, we decide it would probably be best to leave since it's getting late. Once we both get off the bench and link arms like one of those couples in a cheesy chick flick. "I hope you enjoyed your night," Mike said, sounding like a complete gentleman.

"Of course I did, thank you for not running for the hills after I told you all of my issues."

He smiled, "That, my friend, would be a dick move. Pardon my French."

Without another word, he turns and plants a kiss on my lips, this one being much more deep and passionate than the kiss earlier today. Once we pull apart we head our separate.

The next day I decide to age the kids up because both Esta and Gideon know all of their skills and the triplets need to age up because there's no room in the house. Esta is a spunky, young girl who loves to dance and sing. I could definitely see her following in her dad's footsteps and becoming a singer.

Gideon is much more serious than his sister, but he still makes an effort to go out and play with her because he loves his family.

Ily ages up into a lovely young adult who hopes to make it far in the journalism career and to start a small family.

Alayna, unlike Ily, has no interest in settling down anytime soon. She's going to become an acrobat and hopes to entertain people for most of her life.

Corbin isn't quite sure what he wants to do with life yet, so he's keeping his part-time job at the grocery store for a while. Since he always had a special bond with Lucky, I decide to send them off together. It's sad to see Lucky go, but I know he'll be safe with Corbin.

With the kids gone, I finally decide to address Darell on the whole baby making thing. I decide to get straight to the point, "Look, I know you aren't very fond of me, but part of this is that we have to have a kid together."

He sighs in irritation, "That's all fine and dandy, but I really don't want to sleep with you."

"Well, I don't want to sleep with you either," I spit back a bit harsher than I expected.

"It's not because I don't like you, which I honestly don't. It's because well, to be honest, you're a 100 baby challenge mother which means you must be a slut and I don't want to find out I have some sort of STD."

I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him, "A) Just because I'm doing a 100 baby challenge, it doesn't mean I sleep with every man I see. B) I'm not a dumbass, I get tested for STD's regularly and make sure the fathers are all clean."

A look of surprise passes over his face as he realizes he might have actually offended me. "Alright, fine. But after this is all done I don't want to meet the kid."

"Deal."

After the whole baby making thing is done, Darell and I just avoid each other and do our own thing. My gardening skill is getting high and I think I may master it soon. Once I master it  the garden is going bye bye, as relaxing as it is, it's a lot of work!

Since I'm bored out of my mind with no kids in the house, I decide to spend some quality time with Mocha. I take a ride to the pet store and get a new saddle for her, because face it, horses need to look fashionable too.

The next day, I get an unexpected call from my mother. She tells me that she's sorry that she over reacted about the 100 baby challenge and that she really wants to start talking to me again. Of course I forgive her, every girl wants to have a nice relationship with their mother.

She ends up inviting me over to her house to meet her new fiance and my future step brother.

As soon as I get there she runs out of the house excitedly, giving me a big hug. I can see that she's actually genuinely excited to see me and I hope that I can have a great mother-daughter relationship with her in the future. "Hey sweetie," She says as we start heading inside.

"Hey mom," I say, feeling mildly nervous. What if this new guy was as bad as my dad used to be?

Of course she introduces me to him right away. His name is Neil Sykes and he's a special education teacher. From the short amount of time that I talk to him I assume that he's a good guy. He doesn't seem especially creepy or touchy feely.

As for his son, well, he's a different story. "Hey there," He says as I notice his eyes slowly running up and down my body, making me feel a bit awkward. "I'm Charlie."

"Hi," I say tentatively. "I'm Laura. Nice to meet you." Okay, not really. He already creeps me out, but what am I going to say, 'Hi, I'm Laura and you creep me out a little!' No, that would just be rude.

He reaches out to shake my hand and I return the gesture. It wasn't one of those quick and easy handshakes, no, it was one of the awkward ones where the other person won't let go.

We all end up having a quick dinner, it being my mom's famous beef stew. The dinner is filled with my mom chattering with me excitedly about her wedding plans. From what I gathered there are going to be lots of flowers and it should be coming up soon.

Afterwards, Charlie wants to talk to me in his room. We walk inside and I immediately notice that it's pretty dark. Why? I don't know, but I missed the pretty colors. Hey, whatever floats your boat, I guess. If this man doesn't like pretty colors, who am I to judge?

As soon as the door closes he snaps around and starts talking. "You love your mother, right?"

His question throws me off a little and I'm not quite sure if he's just making casual conversation or just acting like a complete psycho axe murderer. "Well... yeah, why?"

"So you would want her to be happy, correct?"

"Of course I would, again, why?"

"Wouldn't it be a shame if she found out that we didn't get along? She would probably break things off with my father and then she wouldn't be nearly as happy as she is now."

"Yeah, that would be a shame," I say hesitantly. "Care to explain why you're bringing this up?"

"I have a simple request," He says quickly. As I'm about to open my mouth to respond, he cuts me off. "Don't talk until I'm done," He snaps, sounding much harsher than he did thirty seconds ago. "You're nice to me I'll make sure to mention that we get along perfectly, and believe me, they'll believe me over you, so don't even try convincing them otherwise."

"Wait... I'm confused. What are you trying to say?"

"Don't be stupid Laura, you're not too unattractive. What I'm saying is you do whatever I want and our parents and I are completely happy. You, I'm not sure, but I don't really give a damn how you feel."

I gasp as I realize what he's saying. "So you want me to um... Pleasure you?" I manage to stutter.

"About time you caught on," He said, looking at me like I was an idiot. "Now since you're pregnant, I'll go easy on you this time--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I say, not caring that I completely just cut him off. "I didn't agree to anything here."

"But I know you will."

"Maybe I won't."

"And maybe after I break our parents up and your mother is crushed I'll try to find some of your daughters."

"You wouldn't."

He glared at me. "Don't doubt that I would, you have enough of them. Now, what do you say?"

"Fine," I muttered. "What do you want."

He smiled, looking completely satisfied with himself. "I thought you would say that. Now," He said, unzipping his jeans. "Go ahead and get down for me, okay?"

God dammit, what did I get myself into now?

***

I have to say, I never really imagined myself giving my future step brother a blow job, but if I would have I think it would have been as painfully awkward as it actually was. No, I won't go into detail because that would just make things here even more awkward and uncomfortable.

After I was done, Charlie got down on the ground and tried grabbing me, but I slapped him in the arm, making him back off a bit. "If you tell anybody about this I'll do both of the things that I just mentioned, plus I won't hesitate to make your life a living hell."

"O-o-okay..." I stuttered, too terrified to say anything else.

He got up and tossed his phone down at me. "Put your number in here, I'll be sure to contact you. Get out when you're done."

As I got up I typed my number in his phone quickly, shoving it at him when I was done.

Needless to say, I pretty much ran out of that house, muttering a quick goodbye to my mom and Neil on my way out.

The drive home felt longer than it really was; probably because I was crying the whole way and I drove slower than normal, probably irritating other drivers on the road. I might have pulled over once, I don't really remember. All that I know is that as soon as I got home I made sure to brush my teeth a few times and wash my mouth out with Listerine about five.

After cleaning the hell out of my mouth, I washed my tear streaked face and threw on some old pajamas. Feeling emotionally drained, I collapsed into bed for the night and tried to get to sleep without thinking about what I could possibly do about all of this.

Of course I failed.
Unfortunately, I realized that there was absolutely no way out of this; I was trapped.

The next morning I met my good friend Calista Smith at the Bistro for lunch, hoping that her obsession with cats and brilliant sense of humor would help take my mind off of things.

"Hey!" She says excitedly.

"Hey there," I say. "How was your first psychologist appointment?"

She laughs as we sit down. "It was uh... Great. Weston isn't all that bad."

"Oh no, his technique is pretty good, too bad he's such a jerk."

She laughed. "We talking about his psychology skills or...?" 

"I was talking about his psychology skills..."

"Oh," She muttered. "Well now this is awkward."

"But he certainly isn't too bad in that department either," I admit. Yes, I've had better Woohoos in my days, but Weston wasn't too bad. 

For those of you guys who are confused, Calista has been having a rough time lately, so she visited the wonderful Weston Ferris and well, you can only guess what happened from there.

Weston loves his 100 baby challenge mothers.

Pretty soon our food gets here. Calista decides to be healthy and get a nice salad whereas I get a big, juicy burger.

Sheesh, and I used to be the vegetarian here.

As we're talking and eating, I can feel my phone continuously vibrating in my pocket. Calista lets out a small laugh after what I assume was the fifth call in a row. "I think you might want to get that," She says. "It could be the school or something else important."

I immediately whipped out my phone to see I had four missed calls and three new text messages. All from the same, unknown number. I laughed, "Certainly not the school, unknown number and texts."

"Whoever sent them must be a super creep."

Feeling daring, I look at the list of messages that just came in on my phone.

#1: Hey, it's Charlie. Need to talk. Answer your phone.
#2: Answer my god damn calls, you stupid bitch.
#3: Fine, either call me or send me a nice picture of your tits in ten minutes. :P

"Laura?" I snapped my head up in shock after hearing Calista say my name. "Are you okay, you look like you just saw a ghost."

"Oh yeah... Great," I said, feeling a little breathless. "Um, I have to go now. See you soon."

"Alright," She said, looking slightly worried. "If you need anything just call, okay?"

***

After getting into my car I called that stupid pig's number and he answered on the first ring. "What do you want?" I demanded. 

"I told you what I want," He said. 

"Yeah well, I'll do what you want if it's not illegal. Which sending nude pictures of yourself is, so it's not going to happen."

"Fine," He sounded really irritated. "Phone sex. Right now." 

"You know, I really hate you, right?"

"Ask me if I care, sweet pea."

Yeah, you don't need to know how the rest of that phone call went. However it did make me feel even worse about myself. Maybe Darell was right earlier in the week, maybe I am a slut; I sure feel like one now.

At least I didn't have much time to dwell on it, because soon enough I went into labor.

Introducing baby 30, Amy Johanson! (Thank you to Skye Everard  for the name!)

And baby 31, Bridget Johanson! (Thank you to Calista Smith for the name!)





Thank you all for reading! As usual, I hope that you enjoyed this post.

Any name suggestions are greatly appreciated!

Pretty pop star? Yes please! Babies 28 and 29

 Unfortunately, Brendan had to leave right after the triplets were born. Time seems to fly by taking care of kids again everyday and soon enough everybody is aging up into a toddler.

Ily seems to look a lot like her father. The only thing that she got from me was her nose, all the rest was from Brendan.

 Alayna ages up having my facial features, her dad's face shape, and then a strange brown hair color. To be completely honest, I don't really know where it came from.

 Corbin also has the strange hair color and has my facial features. Unlike Alayna, he has his father's face shape.

 Since I'm meeting the next man tomorrow, I decided to try and teach the toddlers as many skills as I can. Unfortunately, they might have a very long childhood because I won't have enough room in the house if I have twins.

By the end of the day I found out that Alayna is a natural walker and her brother and sister both like talking much more, making her the outsider of the group.

 Right now she seems content just playing with her imaginary friend doll, perhaps she'll want to join her siblings and play with the doll house one day.

 The next day, I headed to the park around noon to meet this new guy. When I got there, I noticed a large cluster of people, some being my kids, clustered around this man with blonde hair and teal highlights and a beautiful singing voice.

 I headed over to baby 6, Annalise. "Hey mom," She said, giving me a hug.

"Hey sweetie," I said. "What's going on here?"

She looked at me with disbelief. "Mom, didn't you hear? Michael Blake is here and he's participating in this man challenge thing."

"What?" I asked. The name Michael Blake sounded familiar, but I didn't necessarily know where I remembered it from. "Who's this Michael Blake guy?"

"He's only one of the biggest pop stars of this time period. Dang, you need to get out from under your classical music rock and listen to the hits!"

I laughed. "Sorry, I like Mozart and Bach more."

She shrugged. "Suit yourself, I have to head off to work, see you later."

"Bye," I said as she ran off towards her car.

 As soon as she left this Michael Blake guy decided to introduce himself. "Hey there," He said. He had a slight Southern accent. "I was told that the woman I'm meeting has purple hair and gorgeous grey eyes. Sounds kind of like you."

I felt myself blush. "Well, I have purple hair, but my eyes certainly aren't beautiful. I find them quite boring, to be honest. Now your eyes are beautiful."

He smiled. "Why thank you, now before I go on trying to woo you, are you this Laura Johanson everybody speaks of?"

"I guess so. And are you Michael Blake"

"Why, yes I am. But you can call me Mike. I'm sorry to say this, but the small town of Sunset Valley demands that I deliver sing-a-grams until 5:00. Would you be willing to meet me at the beach at around 5:30?"

"I would love to."

"Great," He said. "I'll see you there."

 We both end up getting to the beach right at 5:30 and I notice that he somehow got a chance to change clothes before he got here. As soon as I walk up to him he whips out a purple bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "A little birdy told me that you liked the color purple," He said nervously.

I laughed. "Just a little bit. Thank you," I said with a small smile, hesitantly grabbing the flowers.

 We walk along the beach for a little bit and eventually settle down in a small patch of grass to watch the stars. "So," I said, breaking the long silence that had enveloped us since we got here. "What is a big star like you doing here in Sunset Valley?"

He smiled. "To be honest, I didn't even know what I was coming here for until last night. My agent just said that I had business to attend to."

"Oh," I said. "So... You don't really want to be here right now?"

"Whoa now," He said. "I never said that. To be honest, I like it here. I moved from Appaloosa Plains to go to Starlight Shores when I was 18 without looking back so that I could become famous. Sunset Valley kind of reminds me of home, so I'm glad I came."

"Wow," I said, feeling slightly stunned. "Do you like Starlight Shores?"

He shrugged. "It's alright, I always feel like I'm not really being heard there though."

 I was suddenly conscious of the fact that we had gotten a little bit closer. Did I mind this? No, I really didn't. "Why's that?" I asked.

"Well," He started. "I had originally wanted to be a country singer, but when I got my agent he would say things like, 'Oh, you just have that pop star look to you,' and 'I could make you a star.' So I listened to him and ever since then I haven't had much control over my career."

"I'm sorry," I said. "That must be rough... Maybe you could find a new agent?"

He laughed. "Unfortunately, that's a lot harder than it sounds. And plus, he's a good enough guy."

"Yeah, but if you're not happy..."

He smiled. "I'm happy as long as my music is making somebody happy somewhere."

With that the conversation was over and we headed home.

I started taking him on a tour of the house. "This is the bed room," I said. "You're welcome to sleep in here or you can sleep in one of the other rooms upstairs if that makes you more comfortable."

He chuckled and snaked his arms around me. "Now why on earth would I want to do that?" He whispered in my ear seductively.

I felt myself shiver and tried not to blush too much. "I dunno," I muttered. "Just thought I should put it out there."

We didn't end up making it much farther because we were both exhausted and the toddlers were all asleep anyways. The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and decided to head upstairs to check on the triplets.

I figured if anything, Mike would be out delivering sing-a-grams or something, but I found him in the nursery, picking up Ily and putting her in the high chair for breakfast. "Thank you," I said, setting Alayna in one of the other high chairs. "Sometimes the morning can get a little bit hectic."

He smiled. "It's no problem, I love kids." He gestured over to Corbin who was playing quietly with his blocks. "That little guy woke up about 15 minutes ago so he's already fed."

"Wow," I said, feeling completely stunned. "How did I sleep through the toddlers today?"

He shrugged. "I have no idea, but I'm impressed by your sleeping abilities. All three of them ganged up on me."

"I'm so sorry," I muttered. Dealing with one toddler when you're not used to having kids around is tough enough, but I couldn't even imagine three.

By the end of the day, all of the toddlers have each of their skills learned and we decide to age them up tomorrow. As I'm picking out my pajamas for the night, Mike silently leans against the bed post, recounting the events of the day. "... And when Alayna called me da-da I nearly cried," He rambled on. "It was just so cute. And I've never been called da-da before."

I giggled. "You're adorable, you know this, right?"

He was radiating happiness from every ounce of his body; I swear, he had a smile from ear to ear. "Thanks," He said. "I just... Can't believe how amazing kids are! I mean, I always loved them, but I never actually got to take care of them."

After finding my favorite pair of pajamas, I turned around and started making my way towards the bathroom to change. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to get ready for bed."

I felt Mike catch my arm right as I was about to open up the door and dropped my pajamas as I spun around to face him. "Something wrong?" I asked in surprise.

"Today got me thinking," He started. "I'm ready to have kids whenever you are--"

I cut him off. "That's perfectly fine by me." Alright, call me weak, but I haven't gotten any action in how long now? A little bit too long for my liking. And plus, if some pop star is trying to seduce me, who am I to object? Even if I didn't hear about him until just yesterday at the park.

In the end, it was a very pleasant night, but the next morning we went straight back into parenting mode and aged up the triplets. Ily is an intelligent and creative young girl who has an interest in writing. If she's not doing homework or writing a short story, you can typically find her brewing new potions because she has a curious attitude and enjoys discovering new things.

Her sister, Alayna, is a very quiet and introverted child who struggles in quite a few of her classes. But where she struggles in school, she's excelling in art. At home you can count on her being in front of an easel if she isn't eating, sleeping, or doing homework. 

Corbin ages up into a fun-loving kid who enjoys the simpler things in life. If he isn't influencing his sisters to join him in the sandbox, you can expect him to be playing with his imaginary friend. Sometimes he can be difficult to handle because he "forgets" his homework, but he can put anybody in a good mood.

My whole pregnancy is pretty dull. All that there is to do during the day is pick up around the house, take care of pets, and garden, so at night I tend to try and shake things up a bit and go fishing. Pretty hardcore, I know. I enjoy living life on the wild side.

Okay, so fishing isn't very hard core, what do you want me to do, go bungee jumping?
Pregnant women shouldn't go bungee jumping.

The dullest pregnancy ever ends fairly quickly when I go into labor one night.

After about 5 hours, Mike and I come out with multi-gender twins. Introducing baby 28, Esta Johanson!

And baby 29, Gideon Johanson!






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Hope you enjoyed it and uh... Have a nice day. ^_^