Me: So, not much to say. Let's just get started.
Jack: Author owns nothing
3rd Person POV
The Guardians all looked around them. It was spring time and they could hear children laughing. As of yet they haven't seen Jack or Cynthia.
Jack is thirteen in this memory
"Hey! He skipped twelve!" Mike exclaimed.
"Oh dear, I think I know what memory this is," Jessica muttered.
"Please tell me it isn't this one," Cynthia begged.
"It certainly looks like it," Jack sighed, "Hey Manny, mind telling us the date?"
There was no response from the moon, except it brightening a bit.
"Remember!" Cynthia's voice said, "Read the next chapter of 'A Letter to a Friend'."
"Yes Mrs. Frost," All the kids exclaimed.
A group of kids ran down the steps of the one room school building. Melissa was a part of these, but she was the last out. In her hand was a white tooth, and she sat down on the last step. The girl was wearing a white dress at the top that went to black and white horizontal stripes for the skirt. Next to her was a basket with a book. Cynthia walked out.
The Guardian's gaped before North clapped Jack's back.
"Congratulations my boy," North said.
"You're a dad?" Bunny asked.
"Shut it Kangaroo, you don't have to sound so surprised. And North, you already congratulated me," Jack replied cheekily.
She was wearing a big dark blue dress that if you looked closely you could see flowers and there were white ruffles at the end of the long sleeves and at the neckline. Even with how big the dress was you could see that she was pregnant, very pregnant. In fact, it looked like she was at the end of her pregnancy. Her dark hair was in a bun, but was following out and she looked very stressed. Jack walked up the steps, making sure not to step on Melissa, who had stuffed the tooth in her apron pocket. Jack was wearing a white shirt, a brown cloak, and ripped brown slacks. He was barefoot, which Cynthia called him out on.
"You could step on a bee!" She exclaimed.
"Mother hen much?" Mary asked, "I wasn't like that during my pregnancy with Cindy and Flint."
"And I wasn't like that with Jacob," Jessica said.
"I was overdue, unlike you two," Cynthia replied.
"I'll be fine Thia, it's you I'm worried about. You're overdue!" he replied helping her down the steps.
"Calm down Jack, when the babes want to come they'll come. Ready to go Mel?"
Jack kept a hand on one of Cynthia's arm. Cynthia's hand was resting on her gigantic baby bump. The little girl looked up from the book she was reading and nodded. Melissa's blonde hair was in one braid down her back, she looked mature for a nine year old girl. For a split second, Cynthia looked uncomfortable but it quickly passed. Jack noticed it, as did Melissa.
"Cynthia," Jack asked, "Are you okay?"
Cynthia nodded, "I'm fine, it was just a small twinge of pain."
Jack didn't look convinced.
"You could be in labor," Jessica muttered.
"Yes, but you had your hands full with Jacob," Cynthia replied, "And Mr. Jameson was helping Mary with her pregnancy."
"You were all pregnant together?" Tooth asked.
"No, Jacob was a year old. Mary was in the early stages of hers," Mike answered.
"I'm sure JJ won't mind if we check to make sure there's nothing wrong," Jack said, "Mike can always watch Jacob."
"I'm fi…" Cynthia trailed off with another grimace of pain.
"Why is there water," Melissa asked looking at the ground.
"You're in labor!" Bunny yelped, "Are we going to watch the process?"
"No," Jack replied, "Thank MIM, I wasn't allowed in the room."
Jack's eyes widened, "Mel, go to my Mom. Tell her the baby's coming."
"Now?" Melissa asked in shock.
Jack nodded and Melissa sprinted off. Cynthia grimaced again, while they were walking quickly down the path. Jessica was walking by, hand in hand with her son (a brown haired hazel eyed boy) with Mike holding the boys other hand. Jack stopped Cynthia, who was breathing hard, and looked Jessica in the eye.
"It's time."
Jessica let go of Jacobs hand and brought Cynthia inside her house. Jack waited outside while Mrs. Frost sr. ran inside with a bundle of rags and Melissa following with a bucket full of water. Emily sat down next to Jack, she was now eight, wearing a white pokka-dotted top with a pink skirt. Her straight brown hair was tumbling down her back and a pink bonnet was in her hand.
"The two girls look adorable!" Tooth exclaimed.
"I vemember giving them thoze dresses vor Christmas," North commented.
"It seems suspiciously close to Easter," Bunny muttered.
"Easter was in a few days," Jessica told him, "I remember since Jack mentioned something about how that 'Kangaroo will tease me about this' and after around three days he muttered 'Bloody Kangaroo'."
Jack beamed, "Bunny actually teased me before Cynthia handed him a bundle and a hand yanked up and grasped his fur."
"He actually woke me up and I was very upset," Cynthia grumbled, "Jack wouldn't get up at all that night."
Jack blushed, "Let's just get back to the memory."
A muffled scream came from inside and Jack started to pace. Mike was holding Jacob and watched Jack.
"Relax," he told Jack, "It won't do any good if you stress yourself. Remember when Jessie was pregnant with Jacob and she was in labor."
Jack snorted, "You were a nervous wreck."
"Exactly."
"Wait, I feel like I'm missing something here mate," Bunny said.
"Jessica and Mike are married," Jack offered.
"That's it."
Jack shook his head and tried to tune out Cynthia's cries of pain. It was over an hour and Melissa had long since finished the book, which happened to be the book that Cynthia was having them read in class, and Emily had fallen asleep on Jack's lap. Jacob had gotten fussy and Mike was trying to soothe the child. The cries of pain ceased and the sound of a baby came before another cry of pain emitted from Cynthia. Not long after another baby's cry came.
"Twins?" the guardians, minus Bunny who had remembered the two, exclaimed.
"Yep," Cynthia said.
Mrs. Frost sr. (A/N You know what, no one refers to Cynthia as Mrs. Frost. It's just gonna be Mrs. Frost and Cynthia) came out. She looked weary and exhausted, but managed to smile at Jack.
"Come on in, met your twins," Mrs. Frost told Jack.
"Twins?" Jack stuttered.
Mrs. Frost nodded, ushering Jack inside. Cynthia was sweaty and pale, much like Mrs. Frost was after giving birth to Emily, and she smiled at Jack wearily. She was holding a bundle of blankets with Jessica holding the other. Jack walked over and looked over Cynthia's shoulder. Inside the bundle of blankets a scrunched up face with a button nose was sleeping. The blankets weren't completely covering the child so Jack determined it was a girl.
"I'll name her and you name your son?" Cynthia suggested.
"How come it's your son?" Sandy asked with dream sand.
"Well, I wanted a son," Jack explained.
"And I wanted a daughter," Cynthia added, "So we made a bet that if it was a girl I would name her and if it was a boy Jack would name her. The wind both told us that we would have a son and daughter. We thought it meant separately."
"Not together."
"That was the deal," Jack agreed taking the other bundle from Jessica.
The little boy had a tuft of pure black hair. His eyes were closed and his face scrunched up. His nose was slightly bigger then his sisters.
"Lillian 'Lily' Iila Frost," Cynthia decided. (A/N Middle name for girl comes from Damian 'Robin' Wayne the rest of the names are from different Guests)
Jack nodded before staring at his son and deciding, "Thomas 'Tom' Michelle Frost."
"Tom and Lily," North muttered, "Thomas and Lillian Frost."
"You guys can go home with the babies now," Jessica said, "There were no complications and both the children and mother are perfectly healthy."
"Thanks JJ," Jack replied.
LATER THAT DAY
The twins were sharing a crib. Thomas was curled up with his thumb in his mouth and Lily was gripping the ear of a white bunny that Cynthia made early on in her pregnancy. Jack somehow couldn't sleep and he looked at his wife on his left. Cynthia was completely worn out and Jack was tired. Not long after they started living together Jack had fixed up the loft. When Cynthia became pregnant and Melissa or Emily stayed over he decided to make the loft into a bedroom. Melissa was now sleeping upstairs.
Jack froze, he heard a twitter. It was coming downstairs. He slipped out of bed and watched as Cynthia stirred.
"Jack?" she asked, her voice slurred with sleep.
"I was tired," Cynthia defended herself before anyone could say anything.
"Go back to sleep Thia," Jack replied distractedly.
Cynthia sat up, the blanket still covering her. Apparently she heard the next tweet to. Slowly she got up, letting the blanket fall to the ground and fixed her nightgown so that it covered her more.
"What were you two doing?" Bunny asked.
Cynthia and Jack blushed.
"What was that?" She asked grabbing a knife from under her pillow.
"Why would you have a knife under your pillow?" Jessica asked.
"Long story."
They slowly crept out of the room and climbed the ladder. Jack lunged across the room and grabbed something that resembled a bird. The thing let out a frightened tweet and Cynthia came over, the knife lowered slightly. In Jack's hand was a multi-colored bird thing with pink butterfly wings. It was a little fairy. They both stared at it before Cynthia gave off a giggle.
"We just captured one of the Tooth Fairies," Cynthia said.
"Oh!" Tooth exclaimed before jumping up.
Suddenly someone flew through the loft's window. Somehow, Melissa hadn't woken up yet. This fairy was more majestic, graceful, and beautiful than the one in Jack's hands. Jack was so shocked that he let go of the fairy, who immediately flew over to Tooth.
"Oh!" Tooth exclaimed, "Are you alright?"
She was looking down at the fairy who twittered her response.
"Go on now," Tooth said, "Next house."
"I remember this!" Tooth exclaimed.
"How come we never met the Guardians?" Mike asked.
"You didn't believe," Mary replied.
"Neither did you!"
"No, but I acknowledge it."
Jack sighed, "Must you two always fight?"
"Yes," The two chorused before glaring at each other.
"Whoa," Jack whispered before jumping up, "You were at our wedding!"
"Oh, so you can see me. Wait, you two are the ones Bunny, North, and Sandy always talk about?" she asked.
"I guess," Cynthia replied before sighing as one of the twins starts to cry, setting off the other.
She climbed down the ladder and Tooth gushes.
"You have children? Can I meet them?" Tooth asks.
"Sure."
"Tooth was the first Guardian to meet Lillian and Thomas," Jack said with nostalgia.
Cynthia squeezed his hand tightly, Jack only got to see his children grow up to five… as a matter of fact that was the same for her.
The two went downstairs to see that Thomas was asleep again and Lillian was awake, but not crying. Cynthia was singing a song in French: Au clair de la lune, Au clair de la lune, Au clair de la lune,
Au clair de la lune
Mon ami Pierrot
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot
Ma chandelle est morte
Je n'ai plus de feu
Ouvre-moi ta porte
Pour l'amour de Dieu
Pierrot répondit :
« Je n'ai pas de plume,
Je suis dans mon lit.
Va chez la voisine,
Je crois qu'elle y est,
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet. »
L'aimable Lubin;
Frappe chez la brune,
Elle répond soudain :
–Qui frappe de la sorte ?
Il dit à son tour :
–Ouvrez votre porte,
Pour le Dieu d'Amour.
On n'y voit qu'un peu.
On chercha la plume,
On chercha le feu.
En cherchant d'la sorte,
Je n'sais c'qu'on trouva ;
Mais je sais qu'la porte
Sur eux se ferma.
"What does that mean?" Jessica asked.
Cynthia opened her mouth and began to sing it in English, "By the light of the moon, My friend Pierrot, Lend me your pen, To write a word, My candle is out, I have no more light, Open your door for me, For the love of God, By the light of the moon, Pierrot replied I don't have any pen, I'm in bed, Go to the neighbor's, I think she's there, Because in her kitchen, Someone is using the lighter, By the light of the moon, likable Lubin, Knocks on the, brunette's door, she soon responds, Who's knocking like that? He then replies, Open your door, for the God of Love! By the light of the moon, One could barely see, The pen was looked for, The light was looked for, With all that looking, I don't know what was found, But I do know that the door, Was shut behind them."
"Oh."
As the last word was sang out at a low note Cynthia finally noticed Tooth and Jack. She smiled at the hovering fairy and kissed the top of Lillian's head and set her back in the crib. The child slowly drifted off.
"They're so cute," Tooth cooed, "I've gotta go. I'll have Sandy send some dreamsand over here."
"Thanks Tooth!"
The memory faded as Past Tooth flew out the window.
"What happened to Lillian and Thomas?" Jack asked Cynthia in an undertone.
"Mrs. Frost took care of them until she died than Emily did," Cynthia replied, "Melissa was physically uncapable."
Jack nodded and they waited for the next memory to start.
Me: Well, that was a fun chapter. 2,306 words!
Jack: Come on, let's just review for that.