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So, I was reading everyone's updates, and then I saw that Alessa had updated at 12:29 or something. I and was like, "WHOA! You're kidding me!" And then, promptly realizing that since it was 12:30 in Texas, it was only 10:30 in Washington. And my livejournal just adjusted to the time zone. *Facepalm* ANyway, made word count today, I think I'll delay posting til I finish out the chapter, which sucks. By the way, everyone should add my sister Shannon as their friend so you can read her REALLY COOL Nano. It rocks.
EDIT: Just Kidding. It was Shannon, who really DID update at one her time. Because she's cool and doesn't sleep during college.
EDIT AGAIN: because I'm jet lagged and tired. Just figured out I DID finish chapter one, just not two. I'm cool, yeah.
Um yeah, this just sort of cuts in because the first part was yesterday's post.
So that’s were it started. First it was Bergen, and then it was the twins, Vienna and Versailles, and then it was Boston and then his brother, Everett. But we’re not there yet- we still have more to go through before then.
When Bergen was born, Mrs. Walker- I still can’t call her Jane- had to stop working. As much as she hated to admit it, having a baby was work, and she didn’t really have time for anything else. It was just lucky that Rick had finished law school earlier that year, or else they would be living in a cardboard box somewhere, no doubt. Everything was going well, until a few year later, just a bit after Bergen turned three…
“I’m going to have twins?” Jane asked incredulously.
“Yes,” said the doctor scribbling something on his clip board absentmindedly, “Identical girls, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Oh…” Jane said, putting her hand lightly on her stomach. “Right then.”
“Well, Mrs. Walker, everything seems to be in good shape here, if you’ll just come back and see me in about a month and we’ll check up again then. Good?”
Jane blinked and nodded, forcing a smile. “I’ll just go make another appointment, then…” She wandered out of the checkup room and over to the receptionist desk in a haze. She knew she was pregnant- but honestly, twins? She bit the inside of her lip. She didn’t have room for twins. One baby and a three year old would have been bad enough, but two? Two identical ones?
She felt faint.
Her husband steppe into their apartment and shrugged off his coat, hanging it on the peg next to the door. Bergen ran out of his room, holding up a piece of paper. “Daddy, Daddy! Look! I finger painted a cat today at school!”
He bent down to look at his son. “Did you really,” he asked. Bergen nodded happily, his blonde hair curling away wildly from his head. “It’s very good,” he said, looking solemnly at the purple and blue blob with four legs and long red streaks that he thought must be whiskers.
“Yeah! And then Ms. Angie said that it was really good and it looked exactly like her cat Muffin and I painted real good.”
He laughed and ruffled his son’s head. “That’s my boy, the artist. You need a hair cut, buddy,” he said, picking up a strand of his hair.
Bergen’s eyes grew huge and he clutched his picture to his chest. “NO! No haircut.” He scampered off into the kitchen, waving his picture, chanting the whole time, “No cut no cut no cut!”
Rick laughed and shook his head and followed his son into the kitchen. Jane was standing with her back to him, chopping up a carrot with vigor.
“Chopping, Janey? Are you cooking?”
“Yes,” she said without turning around. “I can cook just fine now, thanks.”
“Whoa, whoa,” he said, holding his arms up in silent arrest, “I was just joking.”
She turned around, her eyes watering. “Well, it’s not funny!” She burst into tears, a half chopped carrot in her hand.
Bergen looked seriously at his mother before walking over to her and offering her his picture. “Mommy want cat?”
Jane took one look at her son’s out held cat and cried harder, hiccupping as she did. “Th- thank you, honey. It’s very nice.” She hiccupped again and put it on the refrigerator with a chili pepper shaped magnet.
“Janey?” Rick asked, walking towards her and reaching out his arm to lay on her shoulder.
“We have to move,” she sobbed to the door of the refrigerator.
“What?” he asked, alarmed. What in the world was she talking about? Hopefully it was just the hormones talking…
“I went to the doctor today-”
Rick snapped his fingers. “Oh yeah! How’d that go?”
“I’m ha- having twins!” she said, large alligator tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. “Identical twins! Girls!”
“Twin girls? But, Janey, that’s wonderful!” he said, leaping up in the air. “You hear that, buddy,” he said to Bergen, who was sitting on the floor, “You’re going to have sisters!”
Bergen made a face. “Girls?” he asked.
Rick picked him up and swung him around in a circle and then put him down, laughing. “Yup, two little girls that will look just the same!” He looked at Jane. “But what will we name them? Do we still have that book we used for Bergen…”
“Don’t you understand?” Jane asked, slamming the carrot down on the counter. “We have to get a bigger house! We can’t live in here with three kids!”
“Oh. Oh. Bergen,” he looked at the small boy who was currently taking off all of the magnets off the refrigerator he could reach, “could you go play in your room?”
“No.”
“Bergen, please, I told you to go.”
He just kept pulling the magnets off. “I dun wanna.”
Rick rubbed his temples. “Bergen, I don’t want to have to tell you again. Please go to your room so Mommy and I can talk.”
“Noooooo!”
Jane wiped her face on a dish towel and bent over to her son’s level. “Bergen, will you please go to your room? For Mommy?”
He studied her face carefully before shrugging and standing up. “Okay Mommy.”
“Sure,” Rick said as Bergen ran off to his room, “he listens to you.”
Jane just wiped her eyes again. “Now, I know we didn’t plan on twins, but we can’t help it now and-”
“Jane, stop, stop, stop!” He brushed some hair out of her eyes and she sniffed. “It’s fine, it’s- it’s great! I couldn’t be happier.” He looked her in the eye. “Really.”
“It’s just that we don’t have enough room and Bergen could have shared with just one baby after they got bigger, but with two it would never work and-”
“Jane! Aren’t you listening to me? It. Is. Good.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Let’s move- we have enough money for a house, now, with my job and all the kids can have their own rooms…”
“It won’t be grey and boxy?”
“Of course not.”
She looked up suddenly at him. “When the kids get old enough and are all in school, I’m going back to work,” she said fiercely.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“And you’re going to learn how to cook.”
“Hey,” he said, leaning back from her, “I know how to use a microwave.”
“Oh yes,” she said, laughing, “says he who put a fork in their the first day we moved in.”
“I thought we’d moved on from that!”
“I’ll never let that one go, Rick, never.”