Having already given birth to three boys over the past ten years, Nicole Marley wasn't worried at all when her water suddenly broke, even though it was three weeks before when the doctor estimated it would be. After each of her three suns, the two oldest, Eliot and Lewis, being premature and her third son, Clayton, being two weeks late, she knew not to expect her fourth child to be on time. Thinking about it, three weeks wasn't that bad in her eyes. Lewis had been almost two months early, and had all kinds of medical problems. Working through her pain she managed to push herself up off the bed to go find help, ready to be done with this pregnancy. This baby had been especially rough with their kicking, and she had been bed ridden from how incredibly sick she had felt over the past few months. It seemed like she could barely look at, let alone eat, any food without feeling like she was going to throw up.
"Darren!" The mousy little woman shrieked, calling for her husband. He was no doubt in his office on the opposite side of the flat, looking through documents for several clients who wanted him to defend them in court. She knew that all the men her husband defended were guilty. She knew that they all did terrible terrible things that got them to where they were. But the job paid well, so she looked the other way. She did enjoy the life she had lived since she married a top notch defense lawyer. "DARREN!"
"WHAT!?" The six foot tall, black haired man shouted back at her, his booming voice catching the attention of their three sons.
"BABY! HOSPITAL! NOW!"
Nicole heard the video games her sons ha been playing pause and the three of them shuffled to get bags with things to entertain themselves while they were waiting for their new sibling to make an appearance. One would think that with their parents screeching at each other like that a ten year old, a seven year old, and a six year old would lose their minds, but they were so use to their parents interactions that they just saw it as an everyday occurrence.
Her three children were ready to leave, standing patiently by the front door, before her husband had even made it to her.
Alyssa Roxanne Marley was born on 5 January, 1971. She was a rather small baby, so small that her mother couldn't figure out how her kicks were so strong, and she had little tufts of black hair like her father and her brothers. Nicole hadn't seen her eyes, but she had no doubt that they were muddy brown like the boys as well.
It had only been thirty minutes since she had given birth. She and her husband were waiting for the doctors to finish running tests on their daughter so they could bring her back and let them hold her. They were so happy that they weren't even bickering at each other like they usually did.
Until a baffled looking doctor walked in holding their daughter, whose hair had turned a vibrant yellow as she giggled
Nicole screamed, Darren swore, and three small boys poked their heads in to see what was happening.
They thought life wasn't happy before. Well, things were going to get better. But only because they were the normal children out of the four.
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