5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
AxelVal:
Hold up! I stopped too soon. Well, this will be a doozy to write about considering how much fun it was to go through.
A few weeks later I could barely get out of bed. I was constantly sick and it was showing. Large bags under my eyes and everything. I was queasy a lot too. Though I could barely keep food down I found that I was ravenous most of the time. A lot of money from odd-painting and portrait-jobs went to buying the food that I was constantly eating.
Every once-in-a-while I would stop by their door and be able hear my parents talking, but if I walked by and it was open they stopped, and the same happened if they were in the living room while the three of us plus the twins were the only ones home. I knew they were talking about me. About why I might be sick. I remember hearing the words “love-sick” and once I could have sworn dad said something about me having the same symptoms he did the first time.
What first time? I had no clue what he was talking about until one night they called me into their room.
They were lying on the bed talking when I got there after Corbin came and told me they wanted to see me.
Father kicked his heel up a few times as a signal for me to sit down. I climbed up on top of the bed and waited.
When neither spoke I began. “What is it?”
My voice was strained from not really being used very much.
“We have something for you to do, Rayen. It kills me to suggest it, but I want to be sure,” Dad answered. I could see a bit of moisture gathering at the bottom of his eyes.
“Whatever it is I’ll do it.”
“Glad to hear that, dearest.” Father reached over to his bedside table and pulled open the drawer. “Take this and follow the instructions.”
I caught the little box he tossed at me. “First response,” I muttered as my face began to match my hair. Now I knew why Dad was so upset and what the “first” they kept mentioning was.
I kind of nodded and climbed off the bed and walked into the master bathroom. I knew they would want to results as soon as they were available.
While I was waiting I stayed in the bathroom and just sat on the floor. I didn’t want to face my parents until I knew. I counted the minutes in my head, not very efficient but if I over-counted I’d be fine.
I waited until I hit three minutes past and picked up the test strip. I looked at it and walked back into my parent’s room. Dad had fallen asleep against Father’s shoulder and I handed Father the paper.
He smiled a bit and opened his free arm to me. I leaned over and hugged him.
“It’ll be okay, sweetheart,” he whispered as he kissed my temple.
I nodded and wiped away the tear that I had accidentally let fall.
Those next eight months are a blur. My hunger didn’t subside, but my queasy-ness did thankfully. My stomach was ready to pop by the sixth month of my pregnancy and by my seventh I was having a hard time getting up out of chairs once I sat down.
Corbin was always by my side, making sure nothing went wrong. Have I told you how much I love my little brother?
Grandpa Zwei would come over every once-in-a-while and he was happy for me you could tell. Tobe came over a few times whenever he had a day off too and I was grateful for that. Sometimes he brought his girlfriend Galia over and she was nice enough. A little stiff, but that’s okay. She wasn’t from around Corrin so if I was her I would have been weirded out by all the male-male and girl-girl couples with natural children too.
But yeah, I had tons of support. Even Dylan and Shayn helped out. They not only helped me shop for baby clothes and toys, but also put the crib together for me.
I think I can stop taking all my mood swings out on them now. *chuckle*
But by the last month I was more than ready to get the kid out. Every time the sucker moved was pain. I was lying on the couch when it was finally time. We rushed to the hospital and despite everything it was a quick process. I got in, went into labour for maybe an hour, then got to sleep. I think I slept twelve hours they said. The drugs kind of morphed my memory a bit.
But holding that baby when I was finally done being groggy was more than worth it.
I named her Izabella and no one objected to my putting my life on hold to raise her.
I know a lot of parents say their children are angels when they’re really little brats. I mean it when I say my girl was an angel. Never broke anything or ran around the house when she learned to walk or anything. Quiet as a mouse too.
We were never expecting her first word – Pop. She’d sit there all day with her teddy bear saying ‘pop, pop, pop,’ under her breath, only leaving the toy when she got tired or hungry.
Perfect angel.
As it seems to be with this family, nothing extraordinary happened until Iza’s third birthday. An E-mail.
Hari was coming back.
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You thought it was over? Guess again! *laugh~cough*
*ahem*
I apologize if any of you saw this coming, but I swear I have a bigger surprise waiting in the wings for Rayen's end of things.
Elven_Song:
Yay spawn! She is so adorable! >< And it's no suprise to me that she's so perfect seeing as who her parents are... I love them together.
Can't wait to see more! (I was honestly worried there before, because I didn't think that was a normal place to end it, just when it was getting good! xD)
Hugs, ~Eve
AxelVal:
((This chapter is a lot longer than usual, but there was a break between it all where she did the Written&Copyrighted part. But, if I only put up to that it would have been shorter than normal, so I'm breaking this into two parts.))
I’m still not sure how I felt when I read that. I know I was excited, but I angry and depressed too. And above all that I knew I had to tell him.
If he found out from anyone but me he’d probably hate me.
It was three weeks until the taxi pulled up in front of our house. I was waiting outside with everyone else, including Izabella.
Hari hadn’t changed, well, maybe his hair had, but that was it. He smiled that winning grin at me and rushed over, dropping his luggage halfway across the yard.
He grabbed me and kissed my cheeks a few times. “I missed you,” he whispered between them.
Then he saw everyone else. “You didn’t say your family was this huge.”
Age update for you all – Dylan: twenty and attending an on-line college, Shayn: seventeen and doing well in school, Corbin: eleven and also good at school, Rune and Sonya: five and a half and getting ready for school, myself: twenty-five, Father and Dad: forty-three and forty-two. And of course Iza was three.
I introduced him to everyone and he expressed his shock at how Dad was still alive after having seven kids.
“That’s the really big news,” I said. Hari’s smile dropped and he looked to me.
I gave him a sad smile. “Izabella’s mine.”
“You mean? We?” He looked at the little girl and back to me.
“Welcome to fatherhood,” Father said as he wrapped an arm around Hari’s shoulders. “You’ll find it can be a bit of a shock at first.”
Hari nodded numbly and allowed himself to steered inside with the rest of us.
Seeing as Dei and Anji hadn’t sold the house when they moved - Anji’s pretty much rich from what I’ve heard - Hari invited me to come live there with him.
At first I joked that I would as long as he didn’t impregnate me again without my permission, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood for those jokes. And I thought I was being clever. Well, at least Corbin laughed.
I was glad to be out of the crowded house finally, but I still wasn’t sure about living with Hari. Sure, I liked him and all, but it wasn’t there like it was in college.
It was a nice house though, and Iza had her own room for once, before she had been forced to share with the twins. And Hari and I had the master bedroom, with a cot-type thing set up for him. He insisted I take the bed even though it was originally his house and even his old bed – we’d moved it in from his old room, which is now Iza’s, and put it in there.
One night, while we were laying there in the dark, I heard Hari getting up on his elbows – the head of the cot is squeakier than the rest.
“Ray? You still want to do that photography thing with me?”
“Yeah,” I answered unsteadily. I wasn’t sure what he was going to tell me.
“Well then.” More shifting as he sat up. “I saved my money and I have enough for us to try to start now.”
And that’s where we are now. Hari and I opened ‘Mementos’ last month and, despite the small number of customers, all of our clients have been perfectly satisfied with our work. Hari takes care of the budget and I do the pictures, whether in paint or on film.
But, as you know with this family, nothing can stay simple for long and I’m sure something’s bound to pop up soon to ruin our perfectly content lives. Let’s just hope it’s not tragedy.
So for now, this is ‘See ya later’ and, once again, this life so far is written and copyrighted by Moi.
AxelVal:
I told you, didn’t I? Here’s the story now. Iza’s now six years old and Hari and I are getting big name companies to come to us to take pictures of models. I bet Tobe wishes he had moved out while he could now! His company is one of our biggest customers and I get to see him a lot.
But, yeah, anyway. Another customer of ours is the Malchick family. Two fathers, as is usual in Corrin as you should know by now, and their triplets – Toni, Jaslyn and Alek. And Alek basically stalks me every time they’re over to have a picture taken.
No other time, so at least I don’t get love letters like my brother, but it’s kind of funny. When the Malchick family is over he makes it a point to follow me around asking what time period all our costumes are from. He’s let me dress him up more than once in weird outfits too.
But the best part, or worst depending on how you look at it, is that I don’t think this crush is only on his side. I love hiding around a corner just to watch him look around for me.
I mean, it’s not that bad of an age difference is it? I’m only twenty-eight and he’s turning eighteen in a few months. There have been worse, right?
Like that Samantha McLeer that Tobias used to love so much? Yeah, she’s in her forties by now and her new ‘boyfriend’ is twenty-something.
But, back to my story. Not too long ago Alek came and asked if he could have a summer job with us. Before he goes off to college that is.
Hari’s a little uneasy about it. He’s seen how Alek follows me around and all the games we play with each other. I think he still likes me, but I know I don’t still return the feelings.
So, because I’m the majour owner – after all, I do all the work he just keeps the money in check – I over-rode Hari’s decision and let Alek help me.
So now I have an assistant! He helps me pick out the outfits for certain patrons and pick the backgrounds for the shots. Even helps out when someone brings in a screaming baby to have a picture taken. He’s like Super-Boy or something.
And Izabella loves playing with him too. Even though they’re not allowed, and they know it, they still grab pillows and start whacking each other with them.
*chuckle* But it’s still fun and I wouldn’t trade it for anything except being eighteen again, see if I can take another life path or something.
But all in all, I am happy with my life.
And, anyways…Alek and I have been spending a good deal of time together even though the school year has started up again, he’s still waiting for acceptance letters, and the patrons are slowly reducing to just the companies.
So yeah, I really get to see Tobias a lot, which I’m thankful for. He’s the only one I really trust to talk to this about. Well, unless he gives me a response like he did last time. I told him that I think I’m starting to like Alek more and more and he told me “Just don’t get pregnant again.”
I slapped him upside the head.
“I mean it!” he responded, rubbing his head. “At least wait until you’re married or something.” He huffed and flopped onto a chair.
“Or do you want to set a bad example for Iza?”
That got me. I sat down beside him and stared at the pictures on the wall. “You’re right,” I managed to murmur.
“I have to figure this out as soon as I can.”
Tobias started laughing. “Corner him or something. Make him tell you how he feels. See what that does for you.”
He patted my arm when we heard someone calling him name. “Let’s go. We’re wanted.”
We got up and went to take some pictures of him in some new outfit. You have to see these before they go out in a month or two. I don't know what they're selling now, but these pictures are making me want to buy it anyway. *laugh*
But, he was right, I had to do something, so I did the first thing that popped to mind – exactly what he had said.
I cornered Alek that night while we were cleaning up. I closed the office door and locked it, the last of the stuff put away.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said with a smile. Not as perfect as Hari’s but still pretty.
“Yeah, but first. I want to tell me something and be perfectly honest.”
He looked at the ground and I could see he was blushing.
“Do you know what I want to ask?” I said quietly.
He nodded a bit. “I think. How about if I answer and you tell me if I’m right or not?”
“OK, fire away.”
“I like you a lot. I just didn’t want to age gap to get in the way so I didn’t bring it up. I thought that just working with you would be enough so I tried. I do like it here, don’t get me wrong. It’s not only because of you either.”
His mouth was still open but I lifted a hand to his cheek and he stopped talking.
His blush had increased ten-fold at least and I started chuckling.
“I’m an idiot aren’t I?” he asked.
“No, I am. For letting myself not realize it sooner.” I kissed his forehead. Then, I put my arms around Alek and hugged him.
“What’s Hari going to say?” he asked quietly.
“Nothing. And if he does I won’t listen.”
Alek managed to smile up at me.
So, here we are. Hari left after we told him about us wanting to be together and last I heard was a postcard from Dei and Anji saying thanks for basically breaking his heart. When he was younger, Hari had known Anji came from money and had always managed to manipulate his father, who had a weak spot for his son, to get what he wanted. Being denied something hit home for him, but they were glad someone finally did it.
I laughed when I read that, and so did my parents when I told them.
Alek and I are just as popular photographers as Hari and I were, but with a better relationship.
Tobias is happy I did something for myself and gloats that it was his inspiration that made it happen.
But the best news is that Alek has recently turned eighteen – I will have a birthday in a few months that brings me to one away from thirty, eugh – and his parents have given us permission that whenever we want we can get married. We’re sure that’s pretty far down the road if it happens at all.
But for the meantime I’m content, a big name in the picture business, not pregnant (which is the best of all) and, once again, I’m Rayen Parker Lusana.
And this life is, for the third and final time, written and copyrighted by me.
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Yes, it's over. A little shorter than the other two I hate to say.
But I did enjoy this one.
There will definitely be a delay between this and Dylan's story because I have no idea what could happen to her and I want to write these in order.
If anyone has any ideas, contact me and I'll see if I can make it work with anyone.
Elven: Thank you! I just realized I never got a picture of her as a child, but I'm sure she'll be in someone else's story. ^^;
Elven_Song:
I hope to see what she looks like now! She'll probably be so pretty when she gets older. ^^
Aw, sad to see Hari go, he was too cute. But, at least Rayen is happy. And with that smile of Hari's I don't think he'll have to look too far for a waiting line of suitors. xD
I'm excited to see who's next! Everyone's getting older, and I'm losing track of the ages... ^^"
P.S. LOVE the pictures of Tobias. ^^ hehe.
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