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.....

Home- Babies 55, 56, 57, & 58

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*Kristine's POV*

The house was filled with boxes for the big move to our new, private island. I trudge through the sea of boxes to strap the kids into the car.

Of course, since Buddy, Bear and Fido were ready, I hugged them goodbye as they went off in a diffrent direction to start their own lives. After that, we loaded up the boxes and everyone to go to the airport.

*Some Long Hours Later*

The plane soon landed at a small, empty island. We all leave the plane with our cargo. We started building our new home as soon as possible while the kids were unpacking boxes. I planted a smalll garden to feed the family. It was nice to be alone, just by ourselves... With no paparazzi.

*6 Months Later*

We finished building our new home as well as other buildings, such as a hospital, book store, more houses, etc. We encouraged people to move in and rent houses on the island that were owned by us.

I went to the hospital and decided to get impregnanted by a sperm that belonged to Ronald McDonald's son, Roald McDonald. (Created by me. If anyone wants Roald just shoot me a message.) I walked out happy, and was glad that Draaier didn't care.

Days went by, and my belly kept growing bigger and bigger. Draaier felt the baby.
"Do you think it's quads again?" he asked.
"Maybee..."

"MOMMA!" Sparky came in, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, kiddo."
"How come you always leave and then come back fat?"
"I'm not fat, it's just your new brother or sister growing inside me."
"Eeeww!" Sparky ran off. "

"Uh... Oh..." I say... clutching my stomach.
"What?" Draaier was confused.
"The baby's coming..."
I gave birth to four more bebes...

Baby 55
Colton Wyatt Turner
9 lbs, 10 oz
20 in.

Baby 56
Blake Andrew Turner
10 lbs, 7 oz.
21 in.


Baby 57
Chloe Adonia Turner
9 lbs, 5 oz.
19 in.

Baby 58
Love Calantha Turner
11 lbs, 0 oz.
22 in.

Honeymoon- Babies 51, 52, 53, & 54

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*Kristine's POV*

 

"Draaier! We're here!" I say, running into our house-like hotel room with my bags. After long day of travel, I ran to the bed to crash for the evening. "Kristine...." Draaier cuddled up with me on the bed. "I really wouldn't mind if you decided to have children via impregnation at the hospital, y'know." I smile, "I'd rather not do that right now. Babies I have with you are too darn cute."

*The Next Afternoon*

 

The next afternoon, Draaier took me to a water park nearby. "Dudette, lemme show you somthing." He took my hand and led me up a flight of stairs to the top of a water slide.

"Here ya goooo!" He picked me up and threw me in. "YOU'LL BE PAYING FOR THIS!" I zip and zap through the slide.

"TIME FOR YOU!" I say, pushing him into another pool near the slide.

Draaier then drags me in and splashes me. He laughs "You're one tough cookie. Let's call it a day."

*The Next Day*

Next on the list was the local casino in Puerto Rico. "Some drinks for his Highness?" I say, pouring some drinks. "Yes, m'am!"

 I raise my glass, "To a new marrige!" We clink our glasses.

After we finished our drinks, we went ahead and played some slots, as well as blackjack.

After that, we went upstairs and sat at the warm fire beside the casino pool and roasted marshmallows.

*The Next Night*

 Draaier and I decided to go to a small park were they had food, drinks, dancing, and hot tubs. First, we danced for a bit.

We also went and cuddled in the hot tub...naked...

But then we got our clothes back on and Draaier grilled up some hot dogs.

The next morning... I felt sick to my stomach. I sat close to the toilet and vomited as I reached for a pregnancy tester.

When it finished testing, it read, "POSITIVE". I was so happy to be pregnant again! But then another wave of nausea came on as I puked into the toilet once again.

"What's wrong, bebe?" Draaier came inside and cuddled with me on the tile floor. I handed him the test, "I'm pregnant again, nothing unusuuuaaalll..." He gave me a kiss. "Well, at least we're leaving today." I giggled, "Well, this will probably be my only puke in Puerto Rico."

Three days later.... I was resting happily at home with a smooth pregnancy until my water broke. Not long later, I gave birth to four beautiful baby girls....

Baby 51
Ande Teagan Turner
9 lbs, 8 oz.
20 in.

Baby 52
Delilah Talia Turner
10 lbs, 0 oz.
21 in.

Baby 53
Della Tanya Turner
8 lbs, 10 oz.
19 in.

Baby 54
Vanessa Temperance Turner
10 lbs, 5 oz.
20 in.

Only 46 more bebes until my challenge is over....