New Litter-Babies 67, 68, 69, & 70

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Warning: There is a rather inappropriate picture in this post. Read at your own risk!

*Kristine's POV*

Things have been different ever since I learned that I was mute, nearly a year ago. Forbidding myself to a world where I could never even let a sound past my lips. I finished packing Ande, Delilah, Della, and Vanessa's bags, and was ready to say goodbye to them, my first quadruplets were leaving. But I shouldn't think too hard of it, kids were coming and going all the time, it was a 100 Baby Challenge, duh! "Well, girls," I motioned in sign language, "I wish you the best of luck with starting your new lives, your own family. Don't forget that momma's always here." I gave the girls each a hug. "We'll be fine." They giggled, and left. I went back inside and snuggled up with Draaier and the new cat, Moonlight.

"Do you think Baby's pregnant yet?" Draaier spoke up after some silence in the movie. I shrug. He laughed. "Hopefully we'll find out soon." Easily enough, Baby came in, sat next to Moonlight, and showed him her swelled tummy. "I think she is." Draaier ran his fingers through my hair, "You know... you look so, different with your natural hair color. But I like it, it's beautiful." I give him my  Oh-stop-it-you smile. "Let's go into the bedroom."

And babies 67, 68, 69, & 70 were conceived <3

**A Few Days Later**

"MROWWW MEOWWWW" Poor Baby hollered in pain from labor. Neon and Sora were by her side all the time.

She gave birth to five beautiful kittens... Twix, Kit-Kat, Lollipop, Gumdrop, and Skittles. After a rough decision, we decided to put Kit-Kat, Lollipop, Gumdrop, and Skittles for adoption.

After we let them be back with Baby and Moonlight, I went into labor as well and, of course, gave birth to another set of quads...

Baby 67:

Magnolia Shirley Turner

9 lbs, 2 oz.

19 in.

Baby 68:

Sequoia Terrania Turner

10 lbs, 1 oz.

20 in.

Baby 69:

Cypress Blythe Turner

11 lbs, 3 oz.

23 in.

Baby 70:

Cedar Garrett Turner

10 lbs, 9 oz.

22 in.

30 more bebes left to go! This challenge is going by sooooo fast!

~<3~

Alright, as I said before, I am putting up more cats for adoption: Kit-Kat, Lollipop, Gumdrop, and Skittles! Except I am putting up some more rules. As well as having some way to contact me privately (Facebook or e-mail), the ones who adopted kittens last time can't adopt this time, sorry! Also, you have to have a current 100 Baby Challenge or Legacy going on to qualify for a kitten. The first four commenters who want a kitten MUST say, in the comments, which one they would like. This is just to make it easier for me :) Go get them before they're gone!

Kittens Left:

Kit-Kat

Lollipop (Adopted by Becks Best)

Gumdrop (Adopted by Natalie Windfield)

Skittles (Adopted by Alina Taylor)

Not Really- Babies 63, 64, 65, & 66

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*Vanessa Turner's POV*

I fumbled with my fingers inside the hospital, at my mother's bedside again. Please don't die, please don't flatline, I pray.

Little Chloe climbed up into my lap from my father's. She was only eight years old, but she knew everything that was going on. Mom had shot herself three times in the head, yet still survived.

I got up and softly touched the top of her head, which had nothing but studs of once beautiful, flowing hair. The surgeons had to shave it all of for her brain surgery to remove the bullets. I kiss her pale cheek for the last time.... before she flatlined....

I quickly jab the call button on the wall to summon the doctors as I start CPR.

"DON'T GO YET! PLEASE!" I scream. But by the time Dr. Sunshine came into the room.... it was too late. The defibrillator machine he brought in was useless. "Time of death.... 5:57 P.M......" the doctor declared, covering up my once great mother and wheeling her out. I look at her bedside to find her picture of her and Aunty Ness. I laid the picture face down in sadness.
There goes another mighty woman....

***********

"GAHH!" I scream, waking up from my seat in the hospital chair. A nurse quickly ran over, "What happened?"
"Oh..." I say, "Just a bad dream, that's all." After she left the room, I kept watching the heart monitor beep and beep to her heart rate.

I look over at Mom, who was helpless from the incident, with the machines around her barely keeping her alive. I saw her arm twitch slightly, then her closed eyes. Was she waking up from her coma? "Mom?"

In a split second, she sprung up as if she was awake all this time. "MAH-MEE!"

Sara toddled over to Mom, who picked her up into her soft, gentle, mommy hands. But then, she (Sara) started kicking, screaming, and throwing a tantrum. She waddled out of Mom's arms and ran towards me. She shreiked. "THAT ISN'T MAMEE!!!"
"Of course it is. She just got a haircut."
Sara smiled and waddled over back to mom, who picked her up once again. Mom stroked Sara's head and mouthed the words, "Hello, Sara. It's mommy."
I was puzzled. She never mouthed words."Mom?"
She mouthed my name, "VANESSA," and then covered her mouth.

"Well!" The loud voice of the doctor, Dr. Sunshine, entered the room. He laughed. "You're finally up, Ms. Turner."
"Hello, Jarrod." I had a sarcastic tone in my voice when greeting Jarrod-er, I mean, Dr. Sunshine.
He chuckled, "Yes, Vanessa?"
"I have reason to believe that my mom turned mute."
"Ah yes." He strutted over to Mom, "Unfortunately, during the surgery, we had to remove the part of her brain that enabled her to talk, because of a bullet wedged deep into there. Sadly, she'll be mute for the rest of her life, but at least she'll be the same person she was."
"When will she be able to come home?"
"Maybe a week or two, we need to get a ton of blood into her body, since she nearly died from blood loss."
I smirked, "At least I can read lips. Easy 'nuff."
"Tell Dr. Sunshine that I said I want to be impregnated. Right now." Mom mouthed.
"What'd she say?" Dr. Sunshine rolled his shoulders casually.
"She said she wanted me to tell you that she would like to be impregnated now."

We decided to choose a sperm that came from a rather unique donor, named Corbon Babana. (Created by me)

A few days passed, and mom gave birth to another set of quads...

Baby 63:
Juniper Adalia Turner
9 lbs, 2 oz.
18 in.

Baby 64:
Elm Craig Turner
10 lbs, 1 oz.
21 in.

Baby 65
Willow Zelda Turner
8 lbs, 10 oz.
19 in.

Baby 66:
Ebony Jadeia Turner
10 lbs, 8 oz.
22 in.

"Hm..." Dr. Sunshine examined the new babies, "This is incredible! Mrs. Turner, you have given birth so many times, that you have a much larger chance for quadruplets! Congrads!" We all smiled, as a family.

Some more days have passed, and we finalyy got Mom home safe.  However, once we got Mom home, most of my Young Adult brothers and sisters left for another life, such as Buster, Lady, and Sparky. I wished them luck, but I knew easily that I was next.
~<3~

I'll Never Forget You- Babies 59, 60, 61, & 62

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Note: You may want to read this post by Vanessa Wood in order to understand this one. WARNING: This post may cause uncontrollable sobbing.

"So..." I say, on the phone, "I'll see you then!" I hung up after calling my new doctor on the island, Dr. Sunshine, to schedual an appointment to be impregnated by a donated sperm. I fiddled around with the apps on my phone, not noticing the small, unpacked box in my path.

I lost my footing and fell flat on my face against the box, leaving a cut on my eye. The tiny box burst open, spilling out old pictures I had. Sorting through them, some were of my kids, my family, and my friends.

But one that really caught my eye was a black-and-white picture of me and one of my best friends, Vanessa Wood.

Tears welled up in my eyes. The day I learned of her death was the most miserable day of my life. Don't wallow in sorrow, I thought, but cherish the memories I had of her. 

At dusk, I wheeled the musical keyboard I had in the skill room of my new home outside and played. Sad serenades rocked the street that evening, as I played to remeber one of my best friends.

*The Next Day*

"What happened, exactly?" the therapist asked.

"She died from complications from a car crash involving her and her daughter."

"Oh.... That must be tough..."

I break into tears again.

I grab the picture of me and Nessa and write "In another life, I would make you stay," a part of the lyrics from Katy Perry's The One That Got Away. After a few hours, I leave the therapist's for the day and I go to

Dr. Sunshine's office to be impregnated. I chose a sperm from a guy with crazy hair and blue skin, named Mister Bloo. (Created by Me)

Days went by and I just kept missing Vanessa harder and harder. I kept feeling bad for not having her over a lot before her death. I gave birth to yet another set of quads...

Baby 59:
Sara Amileah Turner
9 lbs, 8 oz
19 in.

Baby 60:
Melissa Reagan Turner
10 lbs, 5 oz
22 in.

Baby 61:
Maple Elle Turner
11 lbs, 2 oz
22 in.

Baby 62:
Pine Georgio Turner
12 lbs, 1 oz
23 in.

After I gave birth, I went into my room and opened up a tiny safe that I always kept locked. I pulled out my pistol that I had for self-defense and walked outside to the sandy beach. I checked to make sure the gun was loaded. I looked up at the rainy night sky and cried. I shake like crazy while trying to get a firm grip on it. The rain got heavier as I pulled the trigger.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

I blacked out, I hoped, for the last time.

*****

I got up from where I was laying and stared at the pool of blood. Quickly, I realized that the blood was coming from my head. But how? "WHY DID YOU DO THIS?" I hear a voice in front of me. I look up, "....Vanessa?"

"Why did you do this? You left your family, your friends, your happiness, for me?"

"Ness, I-"

"Needs no explanation. It's too late. Follow me."

I grab Vanessa's hand as she leads me, and everything just got blurrier and blurrier.....