February 15th, 1992
Sam and Maureen tried to help out as much as they could with Ashley and Amanda. They were suddenly glad they only had two kids. They had their own children to take care of.
"Golf balls are buy one and get one half off." Sam said stepping behind the cash register.
"Thanks, Mr. Weir." Tommy Alfred grabbed a couple of balls, "It's my dad's birthday and he plays golf."
"Well, these will be a great gift. We have golfing gift boxes just the right size just for a dollar more." Sam said, "Would you like one?" Tommy nodded.
"Please." He said. Sam rang up the boys order as Neal and Bill walked in.
"Balls are buy one and get one half price I see." Neal smirked.
"I got both my balls for free." Bill nudged Neal.
"Gross." Neal walked up to the register. Sam chuckled at his best friends.
"What are you guys doing here? I'm trying to work." He said.
"You're also the boss." Neal said.
"Which means you can leave whenever you want." Bill told him. Sam rolled his eyes. It didn't matter how old the three of them got. They'd act the same way. It didn't matter how many kids they all had. They'd act threw same way.
"Come on, Sam. We rarely go out together without the kids." Neal said. He had a very good point there. Sam nodded.
"Paul, I'm going out for a few. If there's a problem, call me or Maureen." He said to his employee.
"I sure will, Mr. Weir." Paul said. Bill gave Neal a satisfied look.
The three men sat in the restaurant staring at the menus. It was nice to have some silence. No screaming babies, whining toddlers, or nagging wives.
"I need a drink." Bill said waving the waitress over.
"Me too." Sam nodded, "Not too much though just in case they need me back at work."
"Shut up about work." Neal chuckled as the waitress came over, "Hi. I would like a Budlight in bottle with a clubhouse…Extra cheese…because the wife won't let me have it."
"Sounds good. I'd like the same but extra bacon instead." Bill said, "Vicki doesn't cook the stuff." Sam chuckled.
"I'll have a Coors Light with…a Santa fe roll up with fries." Sam said handing the waitress their menus.
"I'll put your order in right away." The waitress smiled walking away. The three men sat in silence for about five minutes until Neal spoke up.
"Are you happy with how your life turned out?" He asked. Bill and Sam stared at him.
"Um…Yeah." Sam chuckled.
"Why?" Neal asked. Sam glanced at Neal and then Bill.
"Why? Because I'm successful. I have two stores and opening a third. I have two gorgeous and might I add well behaved children and I have a hot wife." Sam said, "We're not in debt and we have a new car."
"Well, I'm glad you're happy." Neal said.
"Aren't you?" Sam frowned.
"In a way." Neal said as the waitress brought their beer over to them. "Thanks…What about you, Bilbo?"
"I'm very happy in most aspects of my life. I just wish Vicki and I could get pregnant." He said, "Other than that. I'm happy." It was nice to hear that they were happy. This wasn't how any of them thought they would wind up when they thought about being grownups as children. This was a lot better. Sure there were days they just wanted out so they could relax, but that was just natural. They were happy.
March 1st, 1992
It was cold and slushy out. Amy hated this kind of weather. It made her work more difficult. There were always traffic reports and accidents interrupting her. Whatever is good for the audience.
"Amy." Michael knocked on her dressing room door. She smiled.
"Do you need me because I really have to go." Amy told him, "I cannot afford to miss the meeting I have."
"You don't have a meeting scheduled." Michael frowned.
"I know, but I'm ovulating." Amy walked to her phone. It was funny to see Michael's face. With as many fertility troubles she has had, she had to jump on this boat. She only had one ovary and tube and even that didn't produce eggs regularly. When she did, she had to call Ken. "Ken, meet me at Dr. Maxwell's….Yeah I am….Yes….Love you."
"Having some scrambled eggs?" Michael smiled.
"You could say that." Amy grabbed her purse and rushed out of her office.
Ken opened the door for his wife. He hated doing this but they wanted more children. Amy walked up to the front desk and grinned brightly.
"Hi I'm ovulating." She said. Ken groaned.
"Don't announce it to everyone." He said. The nurse chuckled.
"What's your number?" She asked.
"555-JHF." Amy said. The nurse typed it into the computer and nodded.
"Okay, if you'll go into room three, Dr. Maxwell will be with you shortly." She said. Amy and Ken thanked her and walked down the hallway.
"I am always nervous at this part." She said, "Will it work? Will it not work?"
"I know." Ken smiled. They walked into the familiar office and sat down, "I wont be upset if it doesn't work. There's always next month." Amy gave him a weak smile.
"I know…" She said looking at the door as Dr. Maxwell walked into the office.
"Good morning." He nodded to them.
"Morning." Ken smiled.
"I hear you're ovulating." Dr. Maxwell said, "That's really good. I'm glad the medication we have you on is working."
"Me too. Me too." Amy said, "I don't mind getting my period every other month if this is what comes out of it." Dr. Maxwell chuckled. "If you'd get changed into a gown, we can get started."
"Great." Amy said grabbing a gown and walking behind the curtain.
"How old is your other child now?" Dr. Maxwell asked.
"We have two." Ken said, "Natalie is four and We just had Kayla."
"So you're trying again." Dr. Maxwell smiled. Amy walked out.
"Well, we figure it took a few tries to get Kayla. We might as well start trying again." She said. Dr. Maxwell nodded as he helped Amy onto the Table. A nurse walked in with Ken's little men. He took in a deep breath. He loathed this part. He hated watching Amy being examined and he hated watching the insemination. He knew none of this was his fault and he hated laying blame onto Amy. He would never ever mention this to Amy. He felt Amy's hand tighten around his. This was the painful part of the whole thing.
"Just hold as still as you can, Amy." Dr. Maxwell said. Ken kissed Amy's forehead.
"If this works Kayla will just about be a year and a half." He said, "They'll have a good age gap."
"Shut up." Amy whispered. Ken closed his mouth. It was still strange to be here. When he was in high school, he never imagined he would be here watching his wife be inseminated. He thought he would be a pot farmer. He felt Amy relax. Ken didn't realize he had had his eyes closed. He smiled at Amy.
"Okay," Dr. Maxwell said pushing away from Amy, "You know the drill. No alcohol. Try not to drink a lot of caffeine."
"I know." Amy smiled. "I've done this as many times as I can remember."
"Good luck." Dr. Maxwell said. Ken smiled thankfully at him. He wanted to vomit with his ball of nerves. He wanted a third child more than anything. He wanted a little boy. He wanted his family to finally be completed.
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