Hey guys, sorry it took so long to post, I could NOT think of a title. Myself and CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88 stayed up countless hours to try and find an adequate title for this mofo, and well it was harder then we both thought. And then we got off track and started talking about other stuff and then I went to bed, but it took like 3 days to name this thing and I finally thought of the winner. It doesn't make much sense now, but it will (I think) and for fun look for the list of unused titles at the bottom Who's Your Daddy?
Chapter 1 Minature Replicas: Iatrophobia
Also this is my dream story, for every chapter in it will have a colon in it somewhere, because I've wanted to do that for, like, ever! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
"Why are you rushing?" A tiny voice asked her as she frantically tried to brush the knots out of her hair. The bathroom echoed with his question, as it seemed to pull her out of the frenzied panic she was in.
"Because Daddy's picking us up in less then five minutes and we can't be late," Kate explained as her hands pulled her dark, wavy hair through a scrunchie. He watched her movements curiously, like there was something off about her.
"Where are we going?" he questioned as his legs kicked back and forth from his spot on the porcelain toilet, his tiny socked feet knocking the bowl every now and again, "Are we going to Toy R Us?" he asked, his whole face brightening at the thought.
"No, Lyndan," Kate shook her head with a sigh, "We can't go to Toy R Us every time we leave the apartment." She explained as she lifted him off the toilet, to the glimmering white tiles of the floor, and immediately started to adjust his clothing. Smoothing out the various wrinkles and hiking up the pants that were two sizes to big for him, but he insisted on wearing because he was a 'big boy'.
"The where are we going?" he questioned, as his hands came to her shoulders to steady himself. At the tender age of four, he had already learned that she was going to fix his clothing anytime he made a false movement, and found it easier just to let her do it.
Bringing her head up, she looked at him and he sent her a playful smile, eliciting one from her even in her tired, rushed state, "We've got to go to the doctors," she informed as she hoisted him up against her hip. His hands mechanically wrapped around her neck and one of his tiny, short fingers wound through the curls that blasted out of the ponytail holder.
"But I'm not sick anymore," he disclosed as he lolled his head against her chest. He always used the same technique Jack used to get out of messes and doing things he didn't want to do. Which worked out quite well since the boy looked like a tiny replica of the man. His eyes were the same color of hazel, only a few shades lighter and his hair was the exact same color, but grew long in what Jack liked to call a 'bowl-cut', he informed Kate that was how his mom had always insisted he had his hair cut as a child.
"We've got to take your sister in to get her shots," she informed as she set him down outside the toddler's room, "It should only take a few minutes, then we can come home and watch a movie or something," Kate suggested, in his four years of life, Lyndan had become quite the bossy little boy, things were usually done quicker and easier if she promised him something she was just going to give him anyways.
"But I want to go to the park," he told her as she cracked open the door and stepped inside quietly, "Mommy!" he whined when she didn't answer. She sent him a glare that meant silence from inside the darkened room, as she turned to the noiseless infant in the crib.
For the rest of her life, Kate would probably wonder how two children from the exact same parents could be so different. Lyndan was stubborn, bossy, noisy, energetic, and always needed to be the center of attention, adopting anyone around as an audience, always ready to do anything, no matter how drudgery, dumb or dangerous, for attention.
Ainslie however conducted herself in the opposite. She was very quiet, and tried her hardest not to attract attention to herself, fearing people other then her mother or father and often cried at the sight of them. In her sixteen months of life, she hadn't uttered a word. She had giggled and smiled and cried, but not one word, or babble had left her mouth.
Jack had become concerned, approaching her problem from a doctor's point of view, he rambled off a list of all the things that could be wrong with her, and implored that a specialist should look at her. The fact that Lyndan had started talking at three months of age backing up his idea.
Kate countered that she was exactly like this as a child, not talking until the age of two. Her older sister had done all the talking needed for the both of them, and preferred to be in the spotlight contrary to Kate. To back up her theory, she had the fact that Ainslie looked like a miniature clone of her. Dark brown curls fell over her tiny shoulders and framed her face. Beautiful, stormy-green eyes watched every movement that happened, her tiny brain analyzing every situation.
She pulled herself to stand inside the crib, and while balancing expertly against the gate, lifted her tiny arms towards her mother, pleading to be held. "Hey baby," Kate grinned at the action and placed her hands under her daughters arms, lifting her gently out of the crib in one swift movement, "You have a good nap Sweetie?"
As she exited the room with her child, she felt Lyndan trail her closely, almost like a shadow. The fact that he was not a single, spoiled child anymore still hadn't occurred to him, "Why do you talk to her, she's not gonna talk back," he informed in case she had forgotten sometime between the bathroom and the bedroom.
"I know she won't talk back," Kate enlightened as she set her tiny daughter down on a chair and began tying her tiny black shoes up, "But if you didn't talk, would you still want me to talk to you?"
He didn't reply as he flopped to the floor and shoved his shoes on, taking his time, or dawdling Jack called it. He had told her that all children dawdle or procrastinate, but Kate knew he did it as a punishment. In this case, punishing her coming to Ainslie's defense, and for dragging him to the doctors.
Kate sighed and slipped on her sandals, "You can take all day if you want to Lyndan," she offered, "But in the end we're still going to the doctor's office and you'll be the one to explain to Daddy why we're late." With one arm she lifted Ainslie up to her chest, and with the other she grabbed the diaper bag and her purse.
Her statement put an end to Lyndan's dawdling. Though Jack was the more lenient of the two when it came to his son (he'd always try and make an excuse for misbehavior), ironically he was also the one who punished the boy more, or had stricter punishments. Lyndan always did his best to keep Jack on his side.
"I want to be carried too," he told her as his hazel eyes tracked her to the door as she opened it, "You always carry her, you never carry me."
"Ainslie needs to be carried Sweetie," Kate informed, "She doesn't have big boy legs like you do."
"If she walked more, maybe she would," he argued, shoving his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans defiantly.
"Lyndan I can't carry you," she told him directly, tired of beating around the bush. For the last week or so he'd been trying her patience, which seemed to be shorter then usual. She entered the hallway and almost had a heart attack.
Gio was just outside the door, waiting for her to step outside to offer her assistance, which she gratefully accepted. He carried her bags and Lyndan downstairs while she carried Ainslie. He had never been more then a phone call away since what had happened to Kate and Jack, never really forgiving himself for not getting to the young couple sooner.
When they explained that they were expecting, Gio kept a watchful eye on Kate, checking on her almost daily to make sure she got enough of the food she needed. When Jack returned to work after recovering, he even ran craving runs for her.
"You'd better watch it," he told her as they approached the front door, "It's been raining all day long, the stairs might be slippery," she sent a sideways glance at him and then an appreciative smile. Jack and Kate had named Maria and Gio Lyndan's and Ainslie's Godparents, since they were basically grandparents to the children anyways.
Even with his arms full, Gio was still a gentleman. He reached for the handle and held the door open for Kate and Ainslie as they passed through it and outside to the small, cracked concrete porch, "Gio why didn't we go first?" Lyndan whined as he watched Kate slowly step down the steps when his father's black SUV pulled to the curb of the street. Everything was always a competition to him.
"Because it is gentlemanly to show the women, who do so much for you, the proper appreciation," he informed the youngster, his thick accented voice full of wisdom. Lyndan squinted his eyes curiously as the old man laughed whole-heartedly, "Perhaps we should work on it the next time you come over?"
Jack turned the vehicle's engine off, and jumped out of the car. Kate sent him the smile she always did, it told him she was glad to see him, but was having a hell of a day. He sent her a playful smile back as he approached her, still dressed in his blue scrubs from work. He leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips, "He tire you out today?"
"Is there a day that passes that he doesn't?" she questioned from underneath the porch's dark green awning, her lips once again pursed into a false smile, trying to please Jack while just incensing herself even further.
Jack knew the smile; he'd been given it far to many times in the past five years. He could always tell when she was lying; a look passed over her face, drowning her in despair as if every time she lied, it physically pained her.
He did what he could, they were on a rather tight schedule at the moment, but they would discuss it later, she could tell all this by once glance in his eye. He masked his concern with a warm smile and turned to his daughter, "Hi Sweetie," he cooed as he lifted his hand to her face.
She made a small noise of protest and pulled away from him, clutching her mother like the devil himself was trying to claim her. She turned her head so it was hidden away in her shoulder and clung to her tighter. Jack turned to Kate with a hurt look in his eyes, "It's the scrubs," Kate explained as she tugged playfully on the oversized blue top that hung off his chest.
He chuckled at her, and instantly forgave the misconception. In Ainslie's youth and innocence, she'd never seen Jack in scrubs very often, and didn't recognize him in his work attire.
"Daddy!" A voice hollered to him from the doorway. Gio stood holding the writhing Lyndan as he squirmed for his dad. He chuckled and placed the boy on the ground, as soon as his feet hit the solid surface, he took off towards Jack like a pack of rabid wolves were chasing him.
"Hey Buddy," Jack greeted as he reached down and lifted the elated boy above his head, "I heard you've been giving your mother a hard time today," he stated as he brought Lyndan down so he was equal with his eyes.
"No harder then any other day," he added with a shrug as he wrapped his arms around Jack's neck for a hug, "How many people did you save today?"
"One million," he over exaggerated as he too walked towards the vehicle. While they were talking, Gio had opened the side door for Kate as she placed Ainslie in a carseat, and returned inside upon her request; worried he would catch a cold in the light drizzle.
"No really," Lyndan continued as Jack quickly fastened him securely into the booster seat and took his place in the driver's seat.
"Well let me think," Jack declared as the car moved out onto the street, the tires splashed up water as it sped up the street, "I saved three people if you don't count the one I stopped from choking in the cafeteria. What did you do all day?"
"Lyndan decided that it would be creative if he drew all over the walls in permanent markers that I specifically told him were out of bounds, and placed on top the counter," Kate answered for their son as she shook out the light layer of rain that clung to her shirt.
"Can we go to the park?" Lyndan questioned as his feet kicked the side of his seat.
"After that, you think we're going to the park?" Jack questioned as he looked at his son through the rear-view mirror.
"Take him," Kate sighed, "It stopped raining, and maybe it'll let him blow off some steam. I'll take Ainslie to her appointment," she suggested
"I should be there Kate," he informed in the tone that told her he thought more of this appointment then she did.
"Jack," she paused picking her words very carefully, "She's afraid of the clothes you're wearing, besides, it's just one little shot and there's a park just down the street."
"Yeah Dad, let's go to the park!" Lyndan shouted as he moved up and down happily, his energy breaking free. Ainslie glanced over at him cautiously through her curly bangs and watched his attention grabbing stunts.
"We're not going anywhere if you don't settle down," Jack informed sternly, his voice changing immediately. Like a magnet, Lyndan's bottom shot back down to his seat and he was quiet for the rest of the ride.
"Are you sure you don't want us to come?" Jack questioned, as Kate unbuckled Ainslie and adjusted the bags around her shoulder.
"Jack, it's fine really," she told him sincerely, "You boys go off and have fun, meet us back here in an hour."
"Alright," Jack agreed hesitantly, he could tell she was up to something but wasn't sure what.
As she stepped inside the medical building he put the car into drive, but stopped for a moment, "She loves you, you know," he told his son.
"I know," Lyndan replied innocently as he twiddled his fingers.
"You have no idea what she went through for you, it'd just be nice if you could show her some respect." Respect Jack chuckled, like a four-year-old knew what respect was, "Just be nice to her okay?"
"Okay Daddy," he replied as the vehicle started moving again.
Once again the titles may not make sense (Unless you've watched Clone High (they use the same style of titling)
And thanks for everyone who reviewed on "A Rope Of Sand" and other stories, especially the person who said that I was her "Canadian Idol". It means a lot to me even though I hate that show so much. They booted out the only good singer because she was overweight. So damn Canadian idol, Damn the public and Damn weight watchers.
And now, for fun, unused titles that CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88 and I came up with
The Unexpected Love Child of Another The Bastard of Another
Another: The Family Tree
The Fat Man Walks Alone
Not the Sequel to Another (ok, so it is...)
The Pimping Continuance of Another
The Pimptastic Another's Baby's Momma; You Don't Know Me
Flight of the Grasshopper
Mekacheva
Encore
Une Autre
Encore Une Autre
I Speak French; Bow to Me
Encore Un Fois
The Lion King!
Lord of the Rings
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon?
MORTAL KOMBAT!
A is for Accident
Wanna See ME Disco
Condoms Are Only 99.9 Successful; The Proof
Acid rain; Butter Churn
A Wrinkle in Time; a Rope of Sand
Better Than Sex
CHOCOLATE CAKE
MENCHENDO'S REVENGE!
Kno-OCK
Like Kate Needed Another Love Triangle
Jack Belongs to Me; Go To Hell Kate
The Best Day of Shiggity's Life; The Rope Of Sand
If You Want Kate; Please Take Number
Will The Real Kate's Lover Please Stand Up
The Not Quite Slutty Values of Kate Austin
Dating the Godfather
Why Dr Phil Should Have Been On Flight 815
Kate: The Sold Out Show
Jack the Door Mat
Kate Wars
Mortal Katebat
To Love Or To Leave In The Dirt; That Is The Question
Channel 8: The Only Channel With Full Coverage of Kate's Twisted Love Life
Pack It Up Kids, Mommy's Moving To Utah
Dr. I-Can't-Keep-My-Wife-Interested
Kiss Me, I'm a Fugitive
Not A Big Deal, I've Only Got Kids With Him...
But Jack, Can't I Keep Him?
The Demise of Jack Sheppard
Sluttiness At Its Best
Oh, Just Read This Story Damn It
Another Another
The Olive Breeze; Too Much To Do
Another and Another: The Haunted Cookie Jar
The Hardy Boys: The Ghost of Cap Canaveral
Unfulfilled Dreams
Something About Surprises and Returning
Returning Surprises
Surprises That Are Returned
Reopening the Damn Box
You Can't Get Away From The Mafia
Relished Moments and Mustard Mistakes
And now that everyone is PO'ed at me for making a list, remember to review and ask me lots of questions because you know I love to answer them. I always know that some of you are all stuck up on the names and I'm ready for you too (puts on goalie pads)