Hi! It's been a long time since I thought about a new multi-chaptered story, especially since I still have many that I need to update and finish. However, I really like the idea of this story, and I hope you do too. Enjoy!
Mrs. Calla Evans woke up to the sound of people shouting and to feeling herself being moved from one hard surface to the other.
"Calla, darling?" She tried turning her head to face her husband, Mr. Robert Evans, but she couldn't. Calla felt herself slipping from consciousness but just when she was about unconscious, she felt herself being jarred and she would wake again.
"What-" Calla started, but stopped when she heard how weak her voice was. "What happened?"
"We were swimming when your water broke and you passed out, so I took you here, and-" Robert was cut off by one of the nurses.
"Are you in pain, ma'am?" she asked Calla.
"Uh, no," Calla mumbled, when suddenly she had a contraction, and she screamed out in pain. "Never mind. Yes!"
"We have to move fast," the nurse said, and they sped down the hall and into a white room. Calla felt her eyes roll backwards, until she felt a warm hand on her head. Robert.
There was another jumbling of voices before she heard "Push!" Calla felt an excruciating pain in her abdomen before the world went black.
"Calla?" Her eyes fluttered open and as she tried to shield her eyes from the sun shining through the window, she saw Robert holding a baby.
"Is that…" she trailed off, but pointed to the baby. Robert smiled and nodded.
"Ours. Our third child," he said, smiling gently. "What should we name her?"
Calla smiled at hearing that it was a girl. "Another flower name, of course."
Robert laughed. "I wouldn't expect anything else."
"Do you like Begonia?" Calla asked. Robert shook his head. "Forsythia? Hibiscus? Pansy? Briar? Poppy?" His head snapped up at the last name. "Do you like Poppy?"
"Yes. Poppy Lynn Evans," Robert confirmed, and they both grinned at each other.
"Let me see her," Calla said, and he carefully handed their Poppy to her. "Oh Poppy, you're so adorable. And, oh!" Little Poppy Evans had opened her eyes, and Calla saw that they were the most brilliant of blues. Brighter than the sky in the middle of the day, and brighter than any star in the sky. Her blue eyes were as bright as Lily's green eyes.
"What?" Robert asked, looking concerned.
"Nothing, it's just her eyes," said Calla, looking into her daughter's eyes adoringly. Then she remembered. "Are Petunia and Lily still at your parents' house?"
"Yes, they'll be coming in the afternoon," he said. "We really didn't expect you to go into labor for another week, so I thought it would be okay to take a little vacation."
"A little vacation in the next town over," said Calla, and they laughed together.
"It still counts, considering that we live in the city," Robert defended himself, though he was still smiling. "But we should move to the countryside."
"No, I like the town we visited," said Calla, not wanting to live in the country. "The country is too far out and lonely. I want Petunia, Lily and Poppy to grow up with friends just down the street and neighbors surrounding them." She smiled at the thought of her daughters running around, playing with friends in the evening, while the adults watched their kids from their yards. People would be barbequing outside, and all around the neighborhood, the smell of food and the laughter of children could be heard. Calla smiled at the beautiful thought.
Robert seemed to be thinking the same thing, and he shook her gently to get her attention.
"That sounds wonderful," said Robert. "I'm guessing you want to move soon?"
Calla looked down and Poppy giggled a bit. "Absolutely."
Two weeks later, at the Evans's apartment in London, everything was chaos. It wasn't Petunia or Lily, though. They were darling as usual. The cause of the chaos was little Poppy Lynn Evans.
The problem with her wasn't how loudly she cried or screamed. It was what happened when she cried or screamed.
Calla had been washing the dishes and Robert had been playing with Petunia and Lily when Poppy started crying, and the water coming from the faucet somehow made itself spray Calla and Petunia, making Petunia scream savagely and temporarily blinding Calla because the dish soap went into her eyes.
Four days after that incident, Calla was vacuuming the floor when she accidentally stepped on Poppy's favorite toy, and when Poppy screamed, the ceiling fan fell and the power went out, just in their apartment.
Almost a week after that power outage incident was the last straw for Calla and Robert. Calla had been feeding Lily when Poppy threw a tantrum, and she started throwing her toys around, hitting Petunia, Lily and Robert. Then, a few minutes later, when Calla started cooking, still during Poppy's tantrum, the chicken caught on fire and burned half of the kitchen.
Calla knew that she couldn't keep Poppy, and she decided to put her in a foster home. She felt horrible at the thought of abandoning her, but if she kept her, Petunia and Lily could get more than just cuts and bruises. Besides, Petunia was two years old, and Lily was only a year old. They wouldn't remember Poppy.
So two days later, with Petunia and Lily being watched by their grandparents, Calla and Robert left Poppy at the foster home, and in their hearts, they knew they would never see her again.
So, what did you think? If you wanna know why Poppy Evans can make all those things happen, you'll have to read the story! Please review!