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For a thirteen year old girl, Marcia knew little to nothing about childbirth. Then again, she wasn't even old enough to learn about that. But when the long awaited day her little half brother or sister, she learned first hand the agony of it all. Like herself and Salem, they were having a homebirth. Randall didn't seem to mind, though. It was actually a bit simple this time.

Salem had to help out with the delivery as well, much to his chagrin. So she was left all alone in the living room. Hours had gone by, and the cries of pain were dying down. There was a brief second of silence until a loud cry shattered it all. The cry of a newborn. Marcia desperately wanted to run in and see if it was a boy or a girl. But her dad wouldn't be too happy about that. Just then, the bedroom door creaked open and Salem stepped out, looking exhausted.

He sluggishly made his way over to the kitchen, turned on the sick, and proceeded to wash the blood off his first set of hands. Marcia mentally debated on whether or not she should go up to him and try to get him to tell her what happened. As if reading her mind, Salem looked over his shoulder and smiled slyly.

"Everything's alright." he said, "And guess what?"

Marcia frowned. She hated it when her brother said 'Guess what?' because he knows she can't reply verbally. It was a harmless little method he would use to tease her. "We have a baby brother, now." the dark lizard finally replied as he dried his hands.

The little crimson lizard grinned happily and excitedly. She immediately took out her notepad and wrote down something before handing it to Salem. 'Can I see him?' it asked.

"In a bit." Salem replied. Marcia crossed her first pair of arms and pouted.

...

Randall held his son closely against his chest. The infant was a lizard like him. Except he had a spiked. But his scales were a light purple. The infant was now sleeping quietly against his chest. Cradled in the safety of his mother's arms. Johnny caressed his lover's fronds soothingly. He was equally exhausted. But it was worth it in the end.

"What should we name him?" Randall whispered, taking his eyes off the sleeping infant.

"Why don't you name." Johnny murmured lovingly.

Randall sighed. He couldn't think of any good names. He's so tired right now that he could just fall asleep at any moment. But then something came into mind. "Atlas?" he asked.

"Atlas?" Johnny repeated. A small smile present on his lips.

Randall's fronds lowered slightly, "You...don't like it?"

"What? Oh! No, no." Johnny said, kissing his forehead softly, "It's perfect." Randall smiled and he allowed his muscles to relax after hours of painful labor. They heard the door open and looked up to see Marcia poking her head in. The door opened wider to reveal Salem standing behind her.

"I couldn't stop her." the dark lizard said.

Johnny smiled a small smile. "It's alright." he said.

Marcia entered the room and slowly approached the bed when she saw the small bundle in Randall's arms. Once she got a close look at the infant, she smiled. He looked a lot like Randall. Like a mini version of him. Johnny allowed his daughter to crawl onto the bed to get a much better look at her baby half brother. She raised a finger slowly and gently touched the infants cheek. The baby opened his eyes, revealing a pair of big green irises, and mewled.

Salem approached the bed as well. It was just as he expected. A mini Randall. "What's his name?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the infant.

"Atlas." Johnny replied as he stroked his infant son's cheek with the back of his finger.

Atlas? What kind of name is Atlas? Salem asked mentally. But then again, what kind of name is Salem? But something else came into mind. There was something he had to do... So after excusing himself he went to his room and brought out a piece of paper, a pencil, and an envelope. Without hesitation, he wrote down:

Gale, by the time you read this your probably over your father's death. But listen, your father isn't dead. He is alive and well. Although my family and I are actually happy to have him around. So we won't be returning him anytime soon. But know that I'll make sure nothing happens to him. So rest easy now.

He then folded the letter neatly and placed it inside the envelope. Sealing the envelope, he quickly left his room, and the house, and quickly made his way to the delivery box. He placed the letter inside and went home. Luckily, everyone was still with Randall. So it was like he was always there. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he sighed softly.

...

Gale slouched in her chair. Laying her head on both arms, she sighed heavily. The young sophomore played with her pencil. Rolling it up and down her desk silently. The once bubbly girl in the family was now reduced to nothing but a quiet and depressed young woman. Life hasn't been the same for her since the death of her father.

Christmas was rather less exciting then last year's. And almost held no meaning to it. On Christmas morning she actually expected to see her father out in the living room with an arm around her mother. But to no surprise, she only saw her mother sitting silently on the couch. So you can say it wasn't a very holly, jolly, Christmas for them.

She became less social towards everyone around her. Although she managed to maintain her strong friendship with Alexis. The light blue bug hadn't left her side since her father's death. Being there for her and all. But that didn't change anything for Gale's personality.

Just thinking about her father wanted to make her cry. When Sage first told her about that gut feeling he had, that their father was still alive, she thought he was only trying to cheer her up by making up some sick joke. So she played along and laughed. But it wasn't funny. She suddenly heard the door open, but didn't bother to see who it was.

"Hey, Gale." Alexis said gently, a small smile present on her lips.

"Hey." Gale muttered.

Alexis ignored her less enthusiastic reply and placed her books on her own desk. "I'm gonna head out and rent a movie for us to watch," she said, "You wanna come?"

"No thanks..."

Alexis sighed sadly. She didn't like seeing her friend like this. But it was a rough time for her and her family. Even though it's only been a year since his death. Noth only that, she's developed a major fear towards fire. The event must've traumatized her a bit. "Oh yeah," she added, "you got a letter."

Gale was a bit surprised. But she didn't seem to care much. Alexis silently placed the white envelope on her desk before leaving the room once more. As soon as she heard the door close softly, Gale sat up and picked up the envelope. It was a wonder that some people actually send handwritten letters to one another, still. On the front, it clearly said 'For Gale Boggs'. Without interest, she uncaringly placed the letter back on her desk. Not even bothering to open it.

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Yes...Atlas. His name is Atlas... Don't kill me xD

I have something to say. As soon as this fic is done, I'm going to take a break from this series and try my hand at a Portal fic. I don't like doing two fics at once. And we're extremely busy this weekend. Mom's birthday. Baby shower. Trip to the zoo. All that stuff. So I might finish this fic by Friday. I don't know. I'm not confirmed with the Portal fic, though.

See ya! *Fires portal gun and jumps through portal*

Please R&R and have a nice day/night ^-^