I try, lol.  Expect an update in a day or two!

OMG!  "Do you have a mirror in your pocket?  Because I can see myself in your pants!"  That is hilarious! :rofl:
I particularly like "I lost my phone number, can I have yours?"

Ha!  See?  This chapter has tons of pictures! The drought has ended!  Hurrah!
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Chapter 8

Kat woke up, panting and sweating.  Recognizing her own room, she felt relieved and exasperated all at once.  That was the fourth time she had that dream.  The fourth time she couldn't remember anything but darkness.  At least that time she didn't scream and wake poor Henry, who between his job, housework, and taking care of her day and night was always exhausted.  Kat felt like such a nuisance.

It was nearly morning, so she lifted herself out of bed and looked down at her massive stomach.  It just kept getting bigger!



Kat went to the kitchen to try to throw together a breakfast for her and Henry.  He made it seem so easy, but her tries went up in flames.  Literally.  She burned the omelettes she was trying to make and felt terribly useless.

"What are you doing, Kat?"  Henry asked in a disapproving and also amused tone.  She looked down at the smoky mess in the pan shamefully.  

"Feeling useless," she mumbled.  Henry laughed.

"If I wanted you to do anything, I'd let you," he said, wrapping his arms around her.  "But you do everything all the time, so while you're pregnant you should kick back and relax.  Now, how about I cook you something edible?"  Kat giggled, dropping her fiasco in the sink.

"That would be lovely."  She smiled brightly and sat down at the table, awaiting her edible breakfast.




When Henry went to work, Kat stayed home from her job.  She was too tired to go to work or to clean up around the house even.  After she washed the dishes from the night before and from breakfast, she felt drained.  Perhaps Henry wasn't the only one exhausted from her ceaseless nightmares?  Either way, Kat settled herself for a nap.

She found herself standing in front of a sunny yellow house with bushes lining the gravel path to the door.  Home, Kat thought.  Just as she was enjoying the warm scene, a woman with purple eyes like her and blond hair done up neatly in a bun burst through the door.

"Mom!" Kat exclaimed in surprise.  She thought she would never see her again.  Then she noticed the tears streaking her mother's face.  She was frantic, running, crying, and screaming.

"Sabrina!  Sabrina!" she screeched, suddenly crumpling to the ground.  Her hands covered her face as she sobbed.

"Mom!" Kat exclaimed again.  "Mom!  I'm right here!  Mom!"  She wanted to run to her, comfort her, but she frozen.  Suddenly a man with brown hair and hazel eyes stepped out of the house.  

"Daddy?" Kat whimpered, feeling herself come to tears now.  Her father hugged her mother and started to lead her inside the house, looking tormented himself.  "Daddy?  Wait!  Wait for me!"  She took a few steps forward, but the house faded and she was on that dark street again.  There were the two men, watching her.  Then, they started to walk toward her, and Kat felt a terrible pain in her abdominal.  She screamed.

Kat jerked awake, nearly falling out of bed.  She stood up, disoriented, and then felt a horrible cramp.  Contractions!  She was giving birth!

She crumpled, clutching her stomach, and let out a groan.  She was still confused from her nightmare.  What was she supposed to do now?  Where was Henry?
...



Just as he stepped out from his carpool, Henry heard Kat scream out his name.  Dashing inside, he jumped when he saw Kat bent over and clutching her stomach.



"Henry," she said, sounding strained, "I'm in labor!"  Henry caught his breath.



"Oh, that's good.  I thought you hurt yourself!"

"Well, I am in pain!" she screeched.  She gritted her teeth because of the pain.



As Henry tried to make his way over to her, Kat let out a shattering scream and...



...her baby boy was born.  

Kat admired her baby.  



How precious and perfect he was.  He had brown hair and purple eyes, just like her.  She loved him more than anything in the world, and yet she had only just met him.


...

The baby was named Felix.  Kat had named him that only moments after having given birth.  Henry was surprised, considering they hadn't really discussed names.  

"I'm not sure where it came from," Kat admitted.  "I think I may have known someone by that name..."



Felix's crib was set up in their already cramped room until her could have his own room.

Kat hugged Henry and looked at their son.  She was wondering what who he would look like most when she suddenly remembered the name Sabrina...
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Mistakes?  Hm... Perhaps I should have noticed that...
Then again our minds tend to fix the mistakes without us knowing it when we read things.

Oh wow.  Four!  Twins are hard enough as it is!  
Not that I'm making it any better for Christie, lol.

At least Aubrey doesn't have Joseph's nose!  He's really a cute boy, and by the time he's a teen I'll bet is eyes will be normal (If not then, there's always adulthood!).
I love the ghost cats playing with each other lol.  Now if only the ghost cats would play with Thing 2...

I had a feeling when I saw Casper's eyes that he was blind.  
Good so far!  I wonder why Louie is like a celebrity to them though... Hm.

Wow, I agree with this people.  Nannies are PURE EVIL.  I've had one walk off with the baby's teddy bear once....

Yes!  Another legacy!  And quite an interesting twist to this one! I'll be reading!
And welcome to the club lol

Yes, yes.  Our plan is going well!  Taking over the story forum with legacies!!  Mewhahahahahahahaaaa!
By the way, I would so buy Scamp's artwork! lol  Love it!

Thanks for all the nice comments guys!  I've been taking more pictures lately while I've been playing, so hopefully the picture drought will end soon, lol.  This one, has very few pics though.  The next chapter should have more. Promise!
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Chapter 6

Kat stretched as she slid out of bed.  Throwing a glance at Henry, who was still asleep, she instantly thought fondly, That's my husband.  He had been her husband for a while, but she couldn't help but think it whenever she woke.  

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over her.  A phrase flashed in her mind: morning sickness.  But what was that?  It was right on the edge of her memory... Hm.  No, she could not recall.  It probably wasn't important anyway.

Heading to the kitchen (kitchen!), she filled a bowl with cereal and topped it off with milk.  As the milk poured, another wave of nausea took her, but she managed to shake it off enough to eat.  After she dressed, though, it was back in full force.  She ran to the toilet, just barely making it in time before she lost her breakfast.



"Ech."  Kat turned her head away from the toilet and flushed.  She knew she would have to clean that up before Henry woke; it was the only toilet in the house.  

"You okay?"  She turned and Henry was standing in the doorway, looking concerned.  

"I think I'm sick," Kat said, clutching her stomach.  Her mind flashed back to those two words.  Morning sickness.  Was it a virus of some sort?

"Maybe you should lie down then.  I'll clean up the mess and bring you some food," Henry offered kindly.  

Kat nodded, even though the thought of food made her stomach churn even more.

"I have to go to work after that, though.  I could call in sick if you need me around?"

"No," Kat said, standing up slowly, "you should go.  I'll be fine."  She forced herself to hold her stomach to prove her point.  Henry nodded, still looking unsure, and led her to bed.

Throughout the rest of the day, Kat managed not to throw up.  She did feel queasy every now and again, but she didn't really feel ill.  What an odd virus morning sickness was.  
...

Those two words were nagging her, chasing her in every corner of her mind.  Morning sickness, morning sickness.  There was something she needed to know about it, but what?  

Then one morning, looking down at a surprisingly swollen stomach, she realized she wasn't sick.  She was pregnant.



"Henry!"  Kat called.  He was in the kitchen flipping pancakes for the both of them.



"What's up?" he asked, flicking his gaze to her and then back to the breakfast.

"I'm not sick, I don't think," she said softly, almost apologetically.

"That's great!" he exclaimed.  Then, he caught her gaze and he looked uncertain.  "Right?"

"Well... I'm not sick, but I am pregnant."  She waited, careful to keep her face blank in case she didn't receive the reaction she wanted.  

"Wait."  He removed the pan from the burner.  "This coming from the woman who didn't know what simoleons were just a little while ago?  How can you be sure?"

"That's different," she said, waving her hand dismissively.  "Some things I just know."

Henry's face broke into a wide grin.  "Well, I guess it doesn't matter how you know.  This is fantastic news!"  He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.  "You have no idea how happy I am."

Kat leaned into him.  "Me too."  And she was.  She was happy.
...

Once the morning sickness left her, pregnancy was pretty easy for Kat.  Sure, she was tired and often hungry for the strangest things (onions and jell-o anyone?), but she could still function.  Henry started doing more housework  when he was home, offering to do dishes and cook meals.  He even suggested Kat take a leave from work.  Tempting as it was, Kat couldn't bring herself to do it.  With a little one on the way, money was a necessity.  The house needed to grow to fit another family member.  And with a new car, getting to work was easier.



After work, Kat managed to shove some of Henry's turkey down her throat before collapsing onto the bed.  Her feet felt like they were about to fall off.  No, she wished they would fall off.  Maybe then she wouldn't feel them anymore.  

So, admittedly, working while pregnant wasn't quite a cup of tea.  It was hard to stand, and in her profession, sitting wasn't an option half the time.  Henry was being so helpful, cleaning and making meals.  Kat was sure he would make a great father.
...

It was late and dark.  The streetlights were lit, but they hardly made a dent in the suffocating darkness.  Kat's eyes skipped over the buildings and stores that were closed and to a pair of men standing side by side against a building.  Their faces were shadowed, but they seemed to be watching her.  Only her...

"Get them away from me!"
Henry's eyes shot wide open.  "Stay away!" came another scream.  He turned abruptly to find Kat in the fetal position, rocking back and forth on the bed.  Her eyes were wide open, but staring, looking elsewhere.  She was sobbing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Kat?  What's wrong?"  She didn't look at him, just kept rocking.  "Kat? Kat!"  No response.

Finally he put his hands on either sides of her face and turned her toward him.  "Kat, look at me!"  She froze and the crying stopped.

"Henry?"  She glanced around the room.  "Henry?" she said again, looking confused.  

Henry pulled her closer to him and brushed her hair soothingly with his hand.  "You're fine, you're fine.  You had a nightmare."

After a few minutes of Henry soothing Kat, he asked, "What did you dream?"

"I...I don't remember," she whimpered.

"You were pretty hysterical."

"I don't remember," she repeated.
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Oh wow.  She's already critiquing her son's looks!  lol.  
This is such a funny story!

Aw. Poor Louie.  I would hate to move in with people I've never even heard of! Hopefully it turns out ok.

This is a really good story so far! Well written.
I'll be reading!

Chapter 5

Leaning back on her sofa (She had one now!), Kat closed her eyes and relaxed for the first time in weeks.  She opened her eyes again and took a sweeping glance of the whole room.  Yes, room!  There were walls now!  And paint and beautiful furniture, and it was all just perfect!  Never again would she be forced to stand, shivering, out in the rain as lightning streaked the sky above her.  No more!  She was the owner of a lovely house.



Admittedly, Henry paid for most of it.  He had much more money than he let on!  There was a good amount left over too.  Still, Kat would continue to work.  She was being promoted quickly.  Henry found a job in the medical career path.  Kat wasn't even sure what he was now; he was being promoted even faster than she!  Who knew he had so many skills?  

That was another thing Kat worried about.  What if she didn't know Henry well enough to get married?  Were they going too fast?  Whenever she looked at him though, she knew she loved him.  Wasn't that what mattered?

For awhile her thoughts spun in angry and confused circles, anxiety gripping at her.  Finally, her thoughts and questions faded and her eyes shut.  What seemed like a few seconds later, in her half-consciousness, she was vaguely aware of Henry's arms wrapped firmly around her as he carried her to their bedroom...

Yes, bedroom!  
...

Kat looked at herself in the mirror.   She hadn't a single clue what to do with her hair. Yesterday, she had bought a book that had a bunch of fancy up-do's, but Kat only managed to tie her hair in knots.  Brushing out her hair again, she decided to leave it as it usually was.  Makeup was out of the question.  The last time she tried, she nearly poked her eye out with the mascara.  Well, at least the dress was gorgeous.  

It wasn't white, but the light mint green looked better on her anyway.  The dress was snug at the top, giving her a little but of curves, and then it fanned out at the bottom.  She felt like a mermaid.

Giving a little wistful sigh, Kat peaked out the window at the awaiting arch.  Little butterflies flapped around in her stomach at the thought of what would come.  
...

Henry pushed open the bedroom door a little.  He looked in to see Kat not yet in her dress, but still in her underwear.  Pulling away, he blushed in spite of himself. He hadn't yet... been with Kat like that.  

He took another glance into the room.  Kat was now tossing different cosmetics across the room.  Good thing, considering the mascara fiasco.  Shutting the door quietly, he went into the bathroom to inspect his tux.  

The wedding was going to be a quiet, private affair.  Although Kat would never admit it, Henry had noticed Kat was nervous around large crowds of people.  Lately, she also tended to be afraid of being alone at night.  He had questioned her about it before, but she insisted she didn't know what he was talking about.  Henry still couldn't work night-shifts, although it didn't matter to him.  He hadn't a clue what happened to Kat before she woke up, so whatever her comfort level was, he would cater to it.

Henry glanced at his watch.  The wedding was going to start soon.
...

The sun was just setting as Kat floated across the lawn in her gown.  Henry was already waiting for her under the arch, which had beautiful pink roses twisting around the top.



Rays of sunlight shined right on Henry's back, making him glow with a warm, yellow light.  Wind fluffed his hair and his green eyes shone beneath his long, light lashes.

Kat's heart skipped as she looked upon the perfect scene.  Picking up her pace, she made her way to him.  

"Hey," she murmured when she finally was under the arch.

"Hey," he said softly back.  "I love you."

Kat suddenly felt tears popping from her eyes.  They trailed lightly down her face as she said, "I love you too."  The tears continued to fall through vows...



...the ring exchange...



...and the final, tearful kiss that ended the wedding and started the marriage.






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