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3.12 Back Home

I was having my weekly meeting with one of the doctors at the hospital. It was my third month here and I was hopeful that he had news for me.

“So I see you are doing quite well in recovering,” the doctor said, looking down at some papers about me.

“That's great. Now, can you tell me how you are feeling today?”

I fumbled with my fingers in my lap. “I feel okay. I mean i'm really bored here since Katherine was released a week ago. But I've kept myself busy with doing puzzles and watching television in the common room.” I couldn't meet his eyes. All the time I felt like they were judging me.

“I see. And despite that you are bored, how do you feel? Do you feel like there have been improvement to you condition? Do you feel better than when you were first admitted?”

“Definitely better, yes!” I looked up into his eyes with confidence. I wanted to get out of here. I needed to see my family again, to talk with William. He hadn't visited me since he had said those things, and he hadn't brought over the children. I couldn't understand why.

“That's good.” The doctor said. “I see you've taken your medicine at the right times as well,” he said looking back down at the papers. “And you do well with the other patients. You don't have tantrums that often anymore. Actually the last time was a month ago! That's great news, Kylie.” He looked up and smiled at me.

“The reason why we are having this meeting is that you have requested to come home again.” He folded his hands in his lap and I prepared myself for defeat.

“I think you are ready,” he said. I looked surprised at him. I was ready? He actually said that?

“You do?”

“I do. But we need to set some things straight before I can release you with good conscience.”

“Wh-what kind of things?” I started getting nervous again, fumbling with my hands once more.

“How often do you hear voices now?”

“Every day,” I said.

“And how often do you react to them?”

“Never! I never react to them anymore.”

“Okay good.” He put down the papers on the blue couch he was sitting on and took out a notepad. He scribbled down a couple things and then turned his attention back to me.

“Is there anything at home that might trigger this kind of behavior again?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Well just if there are things or people in your life that could affect you in a certain way that might trigger your illness so that you would experience the thing that caused you to get in here to begin with.”

I sat still for a moment, thinking about my family. What had caused my sudden outburst? I had been having a fight with William. We had talked about having more children. I didn't want more children, but he did. I couldn't fathom how he would suggest something like that. Didn't he know how painful it was to give birth? But it wasn't just that. I was too sick, too ill to deal with another birth. Too ill to have more children to give love to, to care for, to handle while I also had a full time job.

“Kylie?” The doctor pulled me out of my trance of thoughts.

“I don't know. I mean, the reason was my husband. We had had a fight about whether to have more children.” I said, saddened by the thought. It was him. He was the reason I was in here. All my thoughts about what I wanted to say to him when I got out went out the window. I would have said to him how much I love him, that I wanted us to stay together, that I would do anything for him. But now. Now I wasn't so sure any more.

“Kylie you have to focus on our conversation.” The doctors spoke once more.

“Yes, I'm sorry. I was just lost in thoughts.

“I could tell,” he had a playful smile on his lips.

“Do you often become distracted by your thoughts?” he asked.

“Well, no not often, but it happens now and again. Is this relevant?” I asked a bit confused.

“I don't know yet.” He said, scribbling down something.

“You're not going to release me yet are you?” I didn't know what I felt about this. Anger? Frustration? Happiness?

“Actually I think you are ready. Yes, I think it would do you good to come home to what you know. But I think we need to do something else as well. Once ever two days you will have to contact me and let me know of anything relevant to your case. That includes fights with your husband or children, feelings you may have had . Outbursts of anger, frustration, work related things that affect how you feel.”

I thought about it for a moment, then said: “I can live with that. For how long will I have to do that?”

“I'm thinking a month at first. Then I will call you in for a meeting and we'll discuss further what will happen.”

“Does that mean I can risk getting admitted again?”

“I really can't say just yet. We will have to see how things evolve. But you need to take it easy. Before I release you, we will need a meeting with your husband so he can understand this as well. I think it is better if I explain it to him so he understands the seriousness of the situation.”

I felt relieved. I didn't have to go through a conversation with my husband about my special needs. I was sure he wouldn't understand. Or maybe I was so lucky that when the doctor talked to him, he might just.

William was called in for a meeting the following Wednesday. I wouldn't exactly say I was looking forward to it, but at the same time I wanted badly to go home.

We all sat down together in the room that the doctor and I had been in at our last meeting. I hadn't had contact with William for almost three months. Every time I had called him it had gone to voice mail, and he never called me back.

“So William,” the doctor said. “The reason we called you to this meeting is to discuss your wife's needs.”

“I see,” William said with his soft voice. I had forgotten how soft it was. It was one of the reasons I fell in love with him to begin with.

“Yes.” The doctor started telling William about how I needed quiet and to relax whenever necessary. That I couldn't handle stress or fights.

When he was done, William turned to me.

“Then I think it is better to do this while you are still in the hospital. Kylie, I love you. For the past three months I've gone over our troubles and everything we've been through together. I'm sorry I haven't answered all your calls or visited you. I should have at least brought over the kids for them to see their Mother. God knows they've been asking for you every day. These three months have given me time to see our relationship from a new angle.” He paused for a moment, looking over at the doctor. Then he looked back at me. “I want us to go into therapy together. I want us to work things out. If we don't I'm afraid we don't won't last much longer.”

I looked helplessly at the doctor, but he just observed us. “I don't know what to say, William.” It was the first time in a long time I had used his name. It suddenly dawned on me that I didn't even want to call him our pet names we had for each other, anymore. I didn't want to use “Darling” or “Honey” or “Sweetheart”. It just didn't feel right.

“I think you're right. We need therapy.” I didn't want to throw away our marriage. It meant too much for me to just break things up. “But I don't know if this is fixable,” I said. “Too much have happened to just go back to the way things were. We can try to fix things, but if it doesn't I don't see another way out than divorce.” I forced myself to say the last word. It felt wrong, but at the same time right. It wasn't easy to explain my feelings, so I just kept them to myself.

I was released the following Friday. William came and picked me up while the kids were watched by their Aunt Skylar.

“Mommy!” both Logan and Hailey screamed as I walked into their bedroom. They ran into my arms and I hugged them for the first time in almost three months. Skylar smiled at me from the floor. She had been playing with them with their dolls.

I smelled my children's hair and promised myself to never leave them again.

“Mom look what I made for you,” Logan said as he let go of me and ran to his activity table. “It's all of us together in the woods,” he said as he handed me a drawing he had made.

“It's beautiful, thank you Logan,” I said with tears in my eyes.

“Mommy, now that you are home again, does that mean you aren't ill anymore?” Hailey asked, her innocent eyes looking up at me.

I sighed. “No sweetheart. But it means I am finally ready to be home without help from others. I have missed you guys so much.” I pulled my two kids into a hug.

“I want to see the twins,” I said after I let go of them.

As I held my youngest children in my arms, one by one, I felt safe again. I was meant for this. Meant to be a mother of four. I didn't want more children. And soon I wouldn't be able to. “You look beautiful,” William said while standing in the doorway observing me.

“Thank you,” I said feeling a little uneasy by his show of affection.

“I know you said you didn't want more children,” He started, when I cut him off.

“Don't start with that again.” I said harshly.

“I was going to say that I understand now,” He said with a hurt expression on his face. “After taking care of four kids on my own for three months, I finally get it. I don't want any more kids either any longer.”

I felt relief wash over me. “I'm so glad to hear you say that.”

He reached out to hold me, but I instinctively backed off. 

“What?” he asked, clearly hurt.

“I'm just not ready for that yet.” I said, feeling a little bad for rejecting his attempt of affection.

He looked at me for a minute before saying: “I'm gonna take the couch tonight. You can have the bed.” He left the room and soon I heard him rummage around the kitchen. He had started making dinner.

After the twins sixth birthday the house was more noisy than ever before. Children's voices, yelling and screaming, or laughter were heard throughout the day. Sometimes it drove me crazy and I had to leave the house to collect myself. William complained about it, saying how I abandoned my family all the time. It made me feel horrible. Was that what I did? Therapy weren't going the way I wanted it. We just sat there complaining about each other all the time, and the therapist kept asking us how we thought we could solve it. But nothing was solved. I felt stressed out from work, and then I came home to a house full of either laughter or screaming. It was never quiet. I started feeling insanity again. I took my new medication, that I had started while being at the hospital, and it did help with my voices, but it did not keep the insanity part away. I felt broken into a million pieces every day. I didn't tell the doctor this though. I didn't want to be away from my kids for three months again.

Then the day came when I had finally had enough. “I can't deal with this anymore!” I screamed at William.

“Honey, calm down.” He held his hands up in defense.

“I'm not going to throw something this time.” I said. He looked terrified at me. My voice had become calm in the blink of an eye.

“You need to leave.” I said to him.

“Sure. I'll leave and when I come back we have both calmed ourselves and we can sit down and talk about this as adults.” He grabbed his keys and made for the door.

“No. I mean leave, as in don't come back.” I looked firmly at him.

“What? You can't be serious.” He said in disbelief.

“I am deadly serious. This isn't working out. We are screaming at each other almost every day, therapy isn't working, there is no communication between us. This just isn't working out. I want you to move out. Today.” I was very firm on this. I couldn't handle this much longer.

“Fine!” He didn't say any more. He just put on his shoes and jacket and left.

Later that day he returned, after the kids had come home from school.

He didn't look at me when he said he had come to grab his stuff. He was moving in with one of his friends until he could find a place of his own.

We told the kids together that their Mom and Dad were splitting up.

“I knew it,” Logan said under his breath.

“Where are we gonna live?” Stella asked with tears in her eyes.

“You are going to live with me,” I said with a little fake smile.

“You are always welcome to come visit,” William said.

“But won't you come here anymore?” She asked.

William and I looked at each other.

“I don't think that's a good idea. Not for a while anyway,” he said.

“You're gonna miss my birthday, aren't you?” Logan said with crossed arms while pouting.

I shook my head. “Your father will be here for your birthday, Logan.” I said firmly.

“Of course I will!” William said.

It broke my heart to see all the kids in tears.

“Just because your father and I aren't together anymore doesn't mean we don't love you guys. We love you so much!” I said.

“We know that!” Sadie said defensively.

“Good. I want you to understand it.” I said kindly.

“We do understand it!” Stella said, still in tears. “We're not stupid!” She got up and ran to her room.

3.11 At The Hospital

Logan's Pov

"I can't take it any longer!"

"What was that?" I asked Hailey.

She looked at me puzzled. "It kind of sounded like Mom!"

We crept out of my bedroom and over to the stairs in the hallway.

"Honey, calm down!" It was Dad yelling now! I looked frightened at Hailey and she at me. "What's going on?" I whispered to her.

"I don't know!" she whispered back.

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" Mom yelled. "It's wrong! Just wrong! Why won't it go away?!"

"Honey you need help," Dad pleaded with her. Mom was scaring me. What did she need help with? Could I help?

"You need to see a doctor, Kylie!" Dad said earnestly.

"You just think I'm crazy like everybody else!" Smash! Something was thrown and broke against the wall.

"Well look at how you are behaving right now! You just broke the vase for crying out loud! Just calm down and I'll call a cab. Then we'll go to the doctor together!"

"Oh yeah, right. Like that'll solve anything. And who is going to take care of the kids while we're both away?"

"I'll call Skylar. I'm sure she wouldn't mind for a couple of hours. Just, please honey, give me a chance to help you. I love you," he begged her.

Then silence. For a few seconds Hailey and I held our breaths, but it felt like minutes.

"Alright, alright i guess it couldn't hurt."

"That's good. Now you just sit in the sofa and i'll go call Skylar."

We heard Dad rummage around downstairs and then his phone call to Aunt Skylar.

"Hi Skylar, it's William. I need your help. Can you come over and look after the children? I have to get Kylie to the doctor."

Aunt Skylar must have been talking on the other end of the phone because for a few seconds there were complete silence.

"No, i'm afraid it's gotten worse. She freaked out when she kept hearing voices. They wanted her to do horrible things. She even broke my Late Mother's vase! She needs help, but we have to get a babysitter for the kids."

Silence.

"You will?! Thank you Skylar, thank you! You don't know how much this means to me! Okay, i'll see you in a bit alright? Good. Great. Thanks, bye!"

"What did he mean about Mom hearing voices?" Hailey asked me. I was afraid this day would come. At school the other kids had teased me with that my Mom was insane. I had talked with my parents about it and they confirmed that Mom was mentally ill.

"Mom has schizofrenia. It's a mental illness." I whispered to Hailey. She just looked at me confused.

"What's a mental illness, Logan?" How was i supposed to explain that to her? I didn't actually know myself what the words meant. I just knew the name of my Moms diagnosis.

"I'll tell you later," I whispered back. I had to ask Dad for help.

"Remember to tell your Mother how much you love her," our Dad said as we drove in a cab to the hospital. Mom had been admitted to the psychiatric hospital after her breakdown two weeks ago. Now we were on our way to visit her for the first time.

"That'll be 78 simoleons, please," the cabdriver said. Dad handed him the money and we all stepped out.

"Take your brother's hand," Dad said to Hailey. Dad had told us that Mom needed some time away to deal with some personal problems she had. That she needed help to overcome them and then she would return home. But nobody seemed to be able to answer for how long she would be gone. I was going to ask her today. If anybody knew, she would.

"Hi my darlings," Mom said as she saw us walking down the hall in the ward. Hailey and I ran into our Mother's arms. "Mom, i've missed you," I said as i felt tears spring to life in my eyes. I hadn't realized how much i had missed my Mom before i saw her agian.

"I've missed you too Logan. And you too Hailey," she hugged us both.

She looked up to see Dad staring at us.

"I've missed you too, Kylie," he said as he made his way over to kiss her on her cheek.

We sat together in Mom's room. It had two chairs, a little coffee table and a bed. It made me sad to see where Mom was living now.

"Mom, how long do you have to stay here?" I asked her. Dad, whom sat besides Mom, sent me an angry look, but i ignored it. I had the right to know.

"I don't know sweetheart, but a little while longer," Mom said. "Oh I've just missed you all so much! How's school? Are the other kids treating you alright?"

Hailey and I looked knowingly at each other. The other Kids at school had teased us a lot since Mom got admitted. Apparently Tamara's Mom works at the hospital and she told Tamara that Mom was here and Tamara told everyone in school that our Mom was at the mental institution. So now they teased us again with Mom being insane. But this time it was worse. It affected Hailey as well and i didn't like that.

"Everything is fine Mom," I lied. I didn't want to worry her. She had enough on her plate as it is.

"But..." Hailey started but i nudged her in the sides with my elbow and it shut her up.

It still caught Mom's attention though. "But what?" she asked, looking from Hailey to me.

"But we just wanted to tell you how much we love you, Mom," I said, saving the day.

"Aww that's so sweet. I love you two too." She turned to our Dad. "Who's watching the twins?"

"I asked Skylar if she could watch them again," he said. Something about Dad's expression worried me. I couldn't quite put a finger on it, but it seemed kind of off. He wasn't his usual happy self anymore. Was it just because Mom was at the hospital? Or was it something more?

Kylie's Pov

We had told the kids to go play on the playground outside while William and I had a private talk. I sincerely hoped that Logan wouldn't eavesdrop at the door again.

"We need to talk," William said to me.

"I know," I said. "I'm really sorry i broke your Mother's vase. It wasn't nice of me."

His brows furrowed as he looked at me.

"That's not what i'm talking about." He sat down in one of the chairs while i sat on my bed, feeling uneasy.

"This isn't easy for me to say, but... I think we need a break. Things haven't been good lately. Mainly because you have had so many outbursts and your illness has been getting worse. Your medicine hasn't been working properly and you've been hearing voices and talking to them. It takes a toll on me. I don't know how to handle it. I still love you, but well... i don't know." He breathed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. "I just think we should wait this out and see what happens. Maybe while you are in here we can spend some time apart and then we will know what to do."

While he spoke i become more and more tense. I didn't know what to say. I felt sick to my stomach, like something were turning my insides out.

"You want a... a divorce?" I forced myself to say the words.

"I didn't say that. But we need to consider it. I've been unhappy for a while now, I've almost forgotten what it is like to be happy. I want to change things for the better, and if it turns out that a divorce is the best way to go, then yes. Then i might want a divorce. But i will still say that we need to think about this. Take your time to consider every possibility and i will do the same."

"I see." I had no idea what else to say, so i just sat in silence. I felt completely numb. It was like i couldn't feel any emotions. The love of my life was talking about getting a divorce. I couldn't fathom the idea of me as a single mom. With no man to love. But that wasn't true. I would love him until the day i die. No matter what.

After minutes of silence William finally broke it.

"I should get home with the kids. I have to make dinner and tuck them into bed." He got up and walked towards the door. When he was about to exit he turned around and said: "I hope you feel better soon Kylie. I do love you." He walked out. I heard him call the kids to him and he left the hospital.

After that i was in a state of shock. I couldn't believe he had said those things. He loved me, but he wanted a break? It didn't make any sense. I would lie in bed for hours thinking of the meaning of what he had said.

I sat down on the couch in the common room together with some of the other patients.

"Hi Kylie. Was that your family visiting yesterday?" Katherine Vogue asked.

"Yes," I sighed.

"You don't seem too happy though. Is something wrong?"

"Leave her alone," Jonas Hansson said disapprovingly.

"No, Jonas it's okay. Actually things aren't that great with my husband and I at the moment. If things doesn't get better we might be getting a divorce." I felt angry tears well up in my eyes, and i quickly wiped them away.

"Oh no, sweetheart I'm so sorry," Katherine said sincerely.

"Yeah well, what can i do?" I tried not to cry. But it was difficult. I was angry and sad at the same time. How could he do this to me? To our family? To break up a family was a serious thing. I hadn't realized it before, but now it became clear to me. William might not have been having an affair, like Skylar's husband had had with her, and i thought now that it was very wrong and horrible of her, but he might as well have had. He was breaking up our family in the worst possible way.

Katherine was very young. Being in her twenties she was young enough to be my daughter.

"Do you want to talk about it Kylie?" she asked compassionately.

"Yes please," I was starting to break down.

We walked to her room together. I couldn't bare spend more time in my own room at the moment, with all this sadness inside of me. It reminded me of what had happened in there the day before.

Katherine were the only one to have a television in her room. She was schizophrenic like i was, though not as badly hit.

I told her what had happened when William and the kids had been to visit.

"I'm so sorry to hear that honey. I can't believe he would say those things. He should be here to support you." She said disapprovingly. She had been the first to say she didn't like my husband. She didn't care for him as he was very sweet and she thought that sweet men were pussies and they should've stayed with their mommies. Then she didn't like him because he had admitted me to the psychiatric ward. And then she didn't like him now because of what he had done the day before. Apparently the only person she really liked was me. We got along well, mostly because of our shared illness. But also our differences made us a perfect match for interesting conversations. Despite her being so young, she had experienced a great deal. More than a lot of forty year old's could talk about.

"Getting home to my husband and my kids was what were keeping me above the water in here. Now i have nothing to look forward to." Again i felt the tears prickle in my eyes and soon i was sobbing uncontrollably onto Katherine's shoulder. "I just don't get it!" I cried. "I've done everything for that man! I've birthed him four children!" I was so angry i screamed the last few words.

A knock on the door brought me out of my hysterical crying.

"Excuse me," a nurse said as she opened the door. "The other patients want you to tone it down a bit. You are being very loud." She glanced at me, and i thought she looked kind of mean.

”I'm sorry Gertrude, we'll keep it down," Katherine said.

”Mhm.” She said and left, closing the door.

”I'm sorry for getting you into trouble,” I said.

”Nah, don't worry about it,” she sent me a little smile. ”I'm getting pretty tired. It would probably do you good to rest as well. Come on, i'll get you to bed.” She took my hand and helped me to my room. As I lay down in bed she stroke me on my forehead and hummed a little melody until i fell asleep. She turned off the light and left, closing and locking the door. Katherine was my best friend. Sometimes you would think she was older than me. She seemed more mature at times. She would cuddle me when i was sad or depressed, calm me down when i was upset or angry and laugh with me when i was happy and cheerful.

We would go for long walks in the hospital's garden, enjoying all the flowers and the fresh air. We would even eat together in the dining area when it was time for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Basically we did everything together.

3.10 Eavesdropping

It had now been five years since i gave birth to Hailey. Logan had grown up to school age and was steadily gaining friends. Though he was very artistic and loved the outdoors as much as me. I saw a future gardener in him. I just hoped he felt the same when he got older.
I had gotten a few promotions myself as had William and Skylar. She was almost at the top of her career. But her boss wanted her to learn a little more charisma in order to promote her again.

One morning i was walking past Skylar's bedroom on my way to the bathroom, when i heard her cry.
I knocked on her door and suddenly it went quiet. "Skylar? Are you alright?" I asked. I her her moving around  in her bedroom before she opened the door slightly, just so i could see her face.
"I'm fine," she said, but there were clear tear stains on her face.
"You are not fine! Let me in and we'll talk." I said firmly.
She looked down at her feet. "Alright," she said and opened the door wide. I walked inside and saw that everywhere were balls of tissues lying around.
I took her hand and steered her to the bed. We sat down and i said: "What's wrong sweetheart? You can tell me."
"I'm pregnant," She said through sobs.
"You are? Well that's great news! So why are you crying?"
"It's not that i'm sad about."
"Wait a minute. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes," she looked shyly at me.
"And? Is he good to you?"
"Yes he is. He's very gentle."
"You have to give me more. I'm going out of my mind here trying to figure out what you are so sad about."
She sighed and wiped away her tears. "You want the whole story?"
"Yes, please." I said earnestly.
"Alright here it goes."

"It started six months ago. I was out walking around when i first saw him. He was just jogging around the neighborhood. I've always loved joggers and therefor i called him over. I introduced myself to him and he himself to me. His name was Jorge Shelby. He's very handsome and athletic. 
We ended up talking for quite a while."

"I could tell he was in a very good mood as he kept smiling at me. I commented on it and he said that sometimes he could be a little hot-headed, but it was nothing to worry about. We went for a walk to the bar and then i thought i would try to be mischievous and used a hand buzzer on him."

"I was a little afraid of what he would think of it, considering he had just told me he could sometimes be hot-headed, but to my relief he just laughed at it. 
It was definitely a good ice-breaker. He said he liked my humor and would love to get to know me more. I decided to jump ahead and ask if he were single. Sadly he said no. He was married. But then why did he take such interest in me?
We kept seeing each other now and then. I slowly fell for him and apparently he fell for me too. We met up at various locations at all times, especially at night. We would talk for hours until the sun started to show. I found out he was very family oriented and had always wanted a big family. 
One night i invited him back here, after you guys had went to bed. We talked out on the terrace for a while."

"I knew he was married, but i was not getting any younger.  I knew it was wrong, but i also knew i had to think about what i wanted in life. He was the most handsome, gentlest and kind person i had ever met. He always said he found me beautiful and attractive. I knew i had gained weight and didn't see myself as those things, so i was very touched when he told me.
I decided to try to seduce him."

"And it worked. He asked if we could move this inside. I took his hand and we went inside the house, when he suddenly spun me around and kissed me. "Where is the bedroom?" he whispered in my ear. He followed me upstairs and into my bedroom. I don't think i have to explain what happened next."

"A month later i took the test, after throwing up multiple times over the past two weeks. I was pregnant. I invited him over, but before i could tell him, we were in bed once again. Afterwards i felt i had to tell him. Better now than later. 
He took it rather well. He was very excited to have a child, and especially with me, he said. 
I decided to ask him to leave  his wife for me. He agreed. I was shocked. He actually was going to leave his wife to be with me!"

"Then what happened?" I asked intrigued.

"Now... well now he wants us to move in together. And that is what i'm sad about. I don't want to move out of here. I want you and I to stay together forever and for nothing to change!" Tears started welling up in her eyes again.
"Well, things are going to change. You're gonna be a mother soon." I held my arms around her. "You know what i think? I think you should definitely give this a chance. Move in with him. If it doesn't work out you are always welcome to return home. But i believe you should try it. It might do you good with a change."
She looked up into my eyes with tears running down her face. "You... you really think so?"
"I do," I said smiling gently at her. "You have no idea what it is like to be a mother. You need to be with its father. He deserves to be in yours and your child's life. I think i know what i'm talking about considering i'm waiting my third child," I winked at her.
"You-you're what?! Your third? You mean, you're pregnant again? Oh my god, congratulations sweetheart!"
"Thank you," I smiled warmly at her. "Now i'm gonna go bake us  some cookies and we're going to watch a romantic comedy together. I think we need some girltime."

Logan's Pov

"...very excited to have a child, and especially with me..." I was listening at the door into where my Mom and Aunt Skylar was sitting. I could just see them through the keyhole. So, Aunt Skylar was pregnant. And so was Mom! I was gonna have a baby sister or brother! And a cousin!

I listened on, hearing how Mom was planning girltime with my Aunt. Suddenly it became quiet. I looked through the keyhole but now it was all dark. 

Then the door opened and i fell forward as i had been leaning against the door.

"Logan! Where you listening by the door again?! What have i told you about doing that? You don't do that! Now go to your room, young man!" Oops! I really angered her this time.

"I'm sorry Mom," I muttered as i stood up. Aunt Skylar looked horrified at me. Now i felt bad. I guess i wasn't supposed to hear most of the things she had told Mom. 

"I'm not going to tell anyone what you told Mom," I said looking towards Aunt Skylar.

"Just go Logan," she said and looked away embarrassed.

I hung my head low as i made my way to my room. I hated getting caught. I had to be more careful in the future. 

I sat down on my bed thinking quite highly of myself, despite getting caught. I knew something that nobody else, besides my Mom and Aunt Skylar, knew. She had seduced a married man! I might only be eight years old, but even I knew what that meant.

I thought that was an impossible thing to do. Weren't marriage supposed to be sacred? That's what they said in school. That when you were married it was for life! And only a whore would break up a marriage. But my Aunt wasn't a whore! She couldn't be! Though somehow she had gotten him to break off his marriage. Hmm... I wonder if that will ever happen to me. Getting married and then somehow get un-married? I wasn't sure what else to call it.
I sat still, looking around my room. My eyes fell on my violin that i had gotten for my last birthday from my Mom and Dad.
I thought about it a little while and then went over and picked it up. I was going to stay in my room for a while, i might as well try it now. I hadn't really used it much since i got it, but that was about to change.

Third Person Pov

Skylar and Jorge moved in together a week after the incident with Logan. They had found a house across the road from Kala and Elaina's house. 

It was quite big, but not that spacious. It had five bedrooms and four bathrooms, all furnished. Jorge made a ton of money working at the restaurant as a head chef!

The house can be downloaded HERE!

3.9 I'm Pregnant!

"Do you feel that?" I asked William as he touched my belly to feel the baby kick. I was eight and a half months pregnant by now and very big.
"Yes! Wow that's amazing!"

"I can't wait to meet you," he spoke to the baby.
Then he turned to me. "What do you think it will be?"
"I have no idea," I chuckled. "But i will love it no matter what."
"Me too," he said and kissed me.

"So what are your plans for today?" He asked me while holding my hands in his.
"I'm gonna head to the park to fish. I really want to try out my new fishing pole i bought last week." I said. I was enjoying fishing more than i thought i would.
"That sounds like a great idea, honey."

Soon after i went to the park. It was a nice warm morning in Oasis Springs, quiet enough for the fish to jump around in the water, undisturbed.

I loved being outdoors in the morning. There were something peaceful about the nature at this time of the day, since most people were still at home.
Ouch! I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, and suddenly i was all wet between my legs. I looked down to see a pool of water at my feet. Oh no! Not now!

I panicked and called William at work.
"William it's happening now! Hurry!"
"Okay i'll meet you at the hospital!"
I called for a cab to drive me to the hospital.

I met William at the hospital as i was checking in at the reception.

"Please take a seat. We have special chairs for women in labor." The receptionist said, pointing towards a bunch of chairs with cloths on them.
I sat down to wait.

"Kylie Bloom?" A nurse called  into the waiting room.
"Yes, that's me!" I was relieved it had been so quick.
I was shown to a private room where i had to wait until i was dilated ten centimeters. So far it was four.
I waited and waited for hours, which soon turned into days. When i had been there for three days, and i was checked every two hours, i was finally ready. I was moved to another room to give birth.

"Push! Push! Push!" The nurse kept saying. I found it extremely annoying.
"What the hell do you think i'm doing?!" I screamed at her.
She must be used to pregnant women because she didn't show any emotion due to my outburst.
I pushed and i pushed and soon enough i had a bouncing baby boy.
On William's wish we named him Logan. It had been the name of his childhood friend whom had died in a freak accident with a bear in Granite Falls. So he thought this was a great way to memorialize him.

Logan was a very happy baby. Sure he cried when he needed to be changed and when he was hungry, but most of the time he would laugh and smile.

I soon returned to my garden. William had done a wonderful job, but he just wasn't as good as me at weeding the plants. My trained eye saw weed everywhere that he had missed.

I had gotten pretty good at painting since i had had so much time during my pregnancy. I had made a name for myself throughout the community as a pretty decent painter, and therefor now sold my paintings for a higher price than before.

As we wanted more children, we started fertility treatment once more. It took us two years to get pregnant again. I told William as soon as i found out.

He was absolutely thrilled at having another little child to coo over.

I was happy to see that William were still receptive to my flirting, as i tried to seduce him in my fourth month of pregnancy.

In my eighth month i were still gardening. It was amazing how much i could do this time around.

After nine months i gave birth to a beautiful little princess we named Hailey. I had always adored that name and i wanted my daughter to have it.

3.8 The Story

God i wish William didn't have to work so long every day. I couldn't wait to tell him the happy news. First we had tried for several months. Then we had went to a doctor whom informed us that we had a 10% chance to conceive due to an error in my ovaries. Then we had fertility treatment and waited and waited with no result. And now, after five months of fertility treatment every two weeks, it had finally happened. I was pregnant with our first child. I feared that it would be our only child ever, but i was happy to just have one. If it was meant to be, more would follow.
I sat in the park next to our house, talking to myself. Sometimes, without thinking about it, my thoughts would end up with me talking to myself.

People would walk by, looking at me funny while muttering rudeness under their breath. They thought i couldn't hear, but i heard everything. Every little snide comment, every insult, every mockery.
William said i should just let it slide. He said not to worry about it so i tried not to.

When he finally came home that night, i could tell he needed a cheer-up. "Come sit here for a moment hon." I said taking his hand and steering him into the living room to sit in the couch next to me.
"What is it sweatheart?" He said, looking very tired after a hard day at work. It was super busy in the kitchen around the time he was at work. Tonight there had been 1000 guests in five hours.
"I have some news i'm sure you are going to like," I started out, but he cut me to it.
"Unless it is that you are pregnant, i'm not up for much right now honey." He looked at me tired, but when he saw the look on my face he soon expressed excitement. "You're not...? You are? You're pregnant?!"
I nodded quietly with a wide smile on my face.
"That's amazing! I can't believe it!" We hugged and we kissed like there were no tomorrow.

The following months were very happy times for us. We didn't want to know the sex of the baby as we liked to be surprised. It was our first baby, and maybe only ever, so we wanted to experience every little surprise that might come our way.

Along with my pregnancy, some changes had been happening. Skylar had gone all hipster now, wearing long shirts and waist high shorts, along with a beanie and converse shoes. It was strange to see her new style, though she insisted this is the real her. I was happy that she finally found something she could feel comfortable with.

I was getting bigger and bigger by the week. Now i had to waddle around. Otherwise i couldn't walk anywhere.

My pregnancy wasn't without difficulties. I had to go to the bathroom every two hours and i had no strength to take care of my garden, so William insisted to help me with that. He knew how important my plants were to me and he didn't want to see me sad by not taking care of them. They were like my babies after all.

The doctor had said that because we had had such a difficult time getting pregnant, and i was at risk of losing the baby, i should take it very easy. So i called my boss at work about going on early maternity leave and it was approved.

Now that i had more time relaxing and caring for my unborn baby, i spend the time painting. I painted a variety of things, all of which i send to the art gallery to get appraised and sold off to buyers. I was getting pretty good as well, if i should say it myself.
I preferred to paint plants, mostly trees.

It gave me a sense of purpose in life to paint, garden and fishing. I still made my little trips down to Oasis Springs park to fish. I had also found fishing spots closer to home, but i preferred it in the other town. There were just something about that place that gave me peace. Maybe it was the quiet stream of water or the fact that there rarely were many people around. In willow Creak it was packed with people everywhere. I hated it there. You couldn't go two meters without walking into someone new. I liked meeting new people, but there were just so many of them.
What i liked about meeting new people were that they weren't thinking nasty things about me like the ones in my neighborhood. If it wasn't bad enough to have a mental illness, it were even worse having people talk about you behind your back. William's friends didn't like me either. They had stopped coming around since they caught me talking to myself in the kitchen while making dinner. They always said they were too busy to come around our house, but i knew what they were thinking. That i was a crazy bitch. I was sure of  it. How could they not? Everyone else thought that about me.

"Honey are you okay?" William had caught me far off in my own imagination and thoughts.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm just a little sad. I was thinking about the world around me and how it moves too fast. I'm already 39 and i'm first having my first baby now! I feel like it will be my only time giving birth and that makes me feel sad." I hung my head low.
"Aww honey don't feel bad. Maybe we can still have another child after this one. It wouldn't hurt to try. And i mean a lot!" He winked at me which made me smile.
"I guess you're right." I said a little happier.
"I finished in the garden by the way. Do you want a quickie before i go to work?"
We hurried, as fast as i could, up the stairs and into our bedroom.

"Honey it's okay, really."
William were getting dressed while i lay in bed with most of my clothes on.
"Don't say that Kylie. It is NOT okay. I can't believe this happened to me. It is so embarrassing." He covered  his head in his hands. I moved over to hold him from behind but he pushed me away.
"Don't touch me Kylie. I'm not up for it."
I moved away fast with a hurt expression on my face.
"I'm sorry, i shouldn't have reacted like that. It's just... this has never happened to me before. I feel bad, like i'm not a real man." A tear prickled in his eye corner.
"Of course you are a real man. You are my man, no matter what happens. I love you." I stretched my arms out for him to hold me, and i was glad when he accepted.
"Thank you sweety, for being so understanding." He squeezed me tight and then let go.
"I'd better head to work before my boss thinks i bailed on  him." He sent me a little smile before going down the stairs. As i heard the front door close i felt tears in my eyes. Why was i crying? I had nothing to cry about! And yet i couldn't hold back the tears.
Why did this happen? Didn't he find me attractive anymore? Was it something I did? Was it because i'm pregnant?
My thoughts spun out of control and soon i was crying my eyes out over nothing in particular.
I first stopped when Skylar came home from work. She heard me and hurried upstairs to my bedroom.
"Shhh.. There there. Kylie, what's wrong? What happened?" She looked worried because i cried so hard.
"He. Just. Went. Soft," I sobbed onto her shoulder as she held me in her arms.
"Oh don't worry about that honey. It has happened to me too."
That made me stop crying. Did she have a boyfriend?
"I had no idea you had a boyfriend," I said surprised.
She wiped away my tears with a finger.
"I don't sweety. Not anymore." She smiled a little sadly at me.
"What happened?" I asked intrigued.
She sighed heavily.
"If i tell you it will be just between you and me, right?" She looked at me hard.
"Yes of course!" I said quickly, very curious at the story that lay ahead.
"Okay. It started a year ago. We met down at the park here in Newcrest. He was really sweet and kind at first. We went on a couple dates. He would bring me roses and i would pay for drinks at the bar. Sometimes when you and William were out on a date i would invite him over for dinner. After two weeks of dating we had sex. It was my first time ever, but it sure wasn't his. Afterwards i found out i had chlamydia. I got treatment for it, but it scared me and i thought i would never have sex again. I was very insecure about myself at that time, you see. I didn't think of myself as sexy or hot or anything attractive to other people, so his interest in me surprised me at first.
After a while i found out that i was not the only girl he was dating."
She looked down, saddened by her memories. I gently touched her arm and she continued.
"I confronted him about it and at first he denied it. I believed him for a while, though i had my suspicions. And they were confirmed when i saw him with another girl down at the bar one night. I followed him up to the bedrooms that is on the second floor. They were getting heated inside one of them and i burst in to confront him once more. He were very surprised to see me, to say the least. He quickly got dressed and followed me down the stairs and out the back. I screamed at him, accusing him of various things, until something happened that changed everything."
A tear started to show in her eye corner, but she wiped it away with her hand.
"What happened?" I asked. I felt so sorry for her. It seemed she had been through a lot, but i would soon learn i didn't even know half of it.
"He hit me. Right across my face. It definitely shut me up. He raised his arm to hit me again but i raised mine to cover my face. From then on, whenever i opened my mouth about something i was unsatisfied with, he would hit me. He was careful to never leave marks so no one knew what was really going on.
I finally ended things when he went to jail. His other girlfriend turned him in for abuse and he was imprisoned for an unknown period of time. I visited him in jail and told him it was all over. I even testified to the judge that he had indeed beaten me too.
I was so deep down and had no self-esteem any longer. I ended up taking an online course to gain self-esteem and it worked. I found out what i liked and what i disliked. I learned things about myself i didn't know and i took on this new style as hipster as it reflects who i am on the inside."
"I'm so sorry to hear all this. It is horrifying! Why didn't you come to me for help?" I couldn't believe she had gone all this long without telling me.
"I thought you would blame it on me like he did. I had lost faith in all other humans. I hid behind my computer screen so no one would see me. I only went outside to go to work or when it was absolutely necessary."
"But you are happy now, right?"
"I am. Very much in fact. I learned that i didn't need a man. I had everything i wanted right here. Maybe some day i will meet "the one", but i'm in no hurry." She squeezed me tight and said: "I'm gonna head downstairs and have a drink. Care to join me?" She said playfully.
"Well i can't drink," I touched my swollen belly, "but sure i can join you."
We walked down the stairs and into the living room. For the rest of the day and night, until William came back from work, we chatted like we hadn't done for a long time, about everything good and bad, catching up on the latest gossip and basically just having a sisters-time together.