Title: The Marlowe Story
Author: horse-girl
Summary: The story of Dr. Marlowe and her sister's past.
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah. I own everything and I'm here writing fan fiction.
Anyway, if it's not in the "Wildflowers" I don't own it unless otherwise
named.
Chapter 1
Emma: A New Addition
My earliest memories are of the three of us, me, Daddy, and Mother, having a picnic at the park or spending a day at the beach. I always liked Daddy better than I did Mother. I remember hearing him unlock the front door and running into her arms. He laughed and swung me around.
"And how are you today, Emma Sweet Emma?" He would ask. I would giggle and say,
"Fine, Daddy Silly Daddy." For nine blissful years we lived this way. Then *she* came along and ruined everything I held so dear. She was the key that unlocked Pandora's Box.
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The three of us were eating breakfast one Saturday morning when Mother laid down her fork and announced,
"I'm pregnant." Daddy and I looked at her in shock before I said, excitedly,
"I'm going to have a baby brother! When will it come, Mother?"
"Will the father take it?" Daddy asked her coldly. I looked at him, surprised.
"You're the daddy, silly." But he ignored me, glaring at Mother. Raising her chain slightly and looking at him down her pointed nose, she replied,
"Of course *you* will, Charles."
"I'm not raising someone else's brat!" He roared, pounding his fist against the table. Mother's expression remained stoic. She went back to her breakfast and said,
"No reason to shout, dear. My hearing is perfectly fine." He stood up and marched stiffly from the room.
"What does he mean? Of course he's the daddy."
"Finish your breakfast, Emma," was the only reply I received.
I was so excited about having a baby brother. I didn't want a sister. *I* was daddy's only girl. No one was taking my place, I told myself. I didn't hear Daddy and Mother talk about the father of the baby after that. He stayed at work and Mother and I spent our days preparing for the new boy.
"It might not be a boy," Mother pointed out as I eagerly searched for good boy names.
"Of course it'll be a boy. How about Richard? Richard Marlowe. That's a good name isn't it, Mother?"
"Lovely."
"Or Christopher? Of David? Or Charles, jr.? We could call him Charlie. Or Chuck. No, Charlie's better."
"Mmm." Mother stood up and went to stand by the window, gazing out at the garden. She placed a hand on her swelling belly and looked down at it with worry on her face. "What kind of world I'm I bringing you into? What kind of life will you lead?" She asked softly.
"Mother?" She started and looked back at me.
"What?"
"Nothing," I replied with a sigh. She nodded and left the room.
The newest Marlowe came, ironically, during an April thunderstorm. Mother's cries when she was in labor were overridden by the noise of the thunder clashing. Daddy sat calmly in the waiting room reading the newspaper. I was so nervous and excited I could hardly stand it.
"Sit down, Emma Sweet," he said when I stood on the chairs trying to see into the room Mother was in.
"I'm just so excited, Daddy!"
"Try reading the newspaper." I took one lying on the desk and tried to make out the words. It was something about the new president, John F. Kennedy, but I was bored and tossed it back on the table. A few minutes later a nurse came out and said,
"Mr. Marlowe, you may come in now." I rushed into the room ahead of Daddy and ran to Mother's side. She was holding the baby wrapped in a blanket.
"He's so small," I said softly in awe, poking my finger into his tiny fist. He grabbed onto it and squeezed.
"It's a boy?" Daddy asked Mother.
"No, it's girl." I jerked my finger away.
"A girl?"
"Yes, Emma. You have a baby sister," Mother told me.
"I don't want a girl! Take it back!"
"Emma-" but I ran out of the room and into the hall. A girl? A girl! I wanted a baby brother not a baby SISTER.
A/N So how'd you like it? Please review! Any comments, complements, and especially ideas are ALWAYS welcome!
My earliest memories are of the three of us, me, Daddy, and Mother, having a picnic at the park or spending a day at the beach. I always liked Daddy better than I did Mother. I remember hearing him unlock the front door and running into her arms. He laughed and swung me around.
"And how are you today, Emma Sweet Emma?" He would ask. I would giggle and say,
"Fine, Daddy Silly Daddy." For nine blissful years we lived this way. Then *she* came along and ruined everything I held so dear. She was the key that unlocked Pandora's Box.
*********************************************
The three of us were eating breakfast one Saturday morning when Mother laid down her fork and announced,
"I'm pregnant." Daddy and I looked at her in shock before I said, excitedly,
"I'm going to have a baby brother! When will it come, Mother?"
"Will the father take it?" Daddy asked her coldly. I looked at him, surprised.
"You're the daddy, silly." But he ignored me, glaring at Mother. Raising her chain slightly and looking at him down her pointed nose, she replied,
"Of course *you* will, Charles."
"I'm not raising someone else's brat!" He roared, pounding his fist against the table. Mother's expression remained stoic. She went back to her breakfast and said,
"No reason to shout, dear. My hearing is perfectly fine." He stood up and marched stiffly from the room.
"What does he mean? Of course he's the daddy."
"Finish your breakfast, Emma," was the only reply I received.
I was so excited about having a baby brother. I didn't want a sister. *I* was daddy's only girl. No one was taking my place, I told myself. I didn't hear Daddy and Mother talk about the father of the baby after that. He stayed at work and Mother and I spent our days preparing for the new boy.
"It might not be a boy," Mother pointed out as I eagerly searched for good boy names.
"Of course it'll be a boy. How about Richard? Richard Marlowe. That's a good name isn't it, Mother?"
"Lovely."
"Or Christopher? Of David? Or Charles, jr.? We could call him Charlie. Or Chuck. No, Charlie's better."
"Mmm." Mother stood up and went to stand by the window, gazing out at the garden. She placed a hand on her swelling belly and looked down at it with worry on her face. "What kind of world I'm I bringing you into? What kind of life will you lead?" She asked softly.
"Mother?" She started and looked back at me.
"What?"
"Nothing," I replied with a sigh. She nodded and left the room.
The newest Marlowe came, ironically, during an April thunderstorm. Mother's cries when she was in labor were overridden by the noise of the thunder clashing. Daddy sat calmly in the waiting room reading the newspaper. I was so nervous and excited I could hardly stand it.
"Sit down, Emma Sweet," he said when I stood on the chairs trying to see into the room Mother was in.
"I'm just so excited, Daddy!"
"Try reading the newspaper." I took one lying on the desk and tried to make out the words. It was something about the new president, John F. Kennedy, but I was bored and tossed it back on the table. A few minutes later a nurse came out and said,
"Mr. Marlowe, you may come in now." I rushed into the room ahead of Daddy and ran to Mother's side. She was holding the baby wrapped in a blanket.
"He's so small," I said softly in awe, poking my finger into his tiny fist. He grabbed onto it and squeezed.
"It's a boy?" Daddy asked Mother.
"No, it's girl." I jerked my finger away.
"A girl?"
"Yes, Emma. You have a baby sister," Mother told me.
"I don't want a girl! Take it back!"
"Emma-" but I ran out of the room and into the hall. A girl? A girl! I wanted a baby brother not a baby SISTER.
A/N So how'd you like it? Please review! Any comments, complements, and especially ideas are ALWAYS welcome!