Time has past. A significant amount of time and still it seems like it was just yesterday. I had to have literally gone from the worst of times to the greatest. Kind of like what my Baby Andre would say back then, Yay! YAY!

First child, Rick had pregnancy books and hundreds of questions. He was at every check up and signed me up for Lamaze classes. I had to juggle my law office and the clients that were growing steadily to balance home life with the kids I had and the child growing within. When I thought I was failing Rick was always there with endless encouragement, picking up where I was spread thin. He found that he needed his family, Ms. Ella and his Dad Frank, including Granny.

The extended family that was willing to help and wanted to help was a blessing. We had a wealth of love for our kids.

Forgiveness was asked for by Ms. Ella and my Granny. Apologies were many for how our wedding turned out and the things that came from it was eventually water under the bridge. Ms. Ella was out of control when she had official confirmation that her son, Rick had produced a male heir. The Elder Grimes family loved all the kids but the idea that their son actually produced children before they died and left the earth was a relief.

Rick refuses to watch any videos of our wedding, but he did approve of three photos from that event. One with us standing at the Altar. The second with us during our first dance and the third one with us all seated at the table together before the gunshot.

He was fascinated with the ultrasound pictures. Rick would stare in awe at the gradual progression of what he could not make out to what could not be denied, a human life that he helped to create. He called our baby Waldo. If I would tell Rick, the baby kicked he would get excited to touch my stomach and command for Waldo to do it again. Or if I said the baby is hungry, Rick would speak to my belly asking Waldo if he really wanted another Kit Kat or was it his mother?

Second child, Rick was a professional. He carried our Daughter Judith everywhere. She learned to walk late because of his obsessive doting. I loved there was no competition from Abigail. She secretly liked the spotlight off of her so she could tiptoe and I would always catch her and report to Rick my findings when it became too much to keep from him.

Third pregnancy, Rick was graying. This level of ultrasound had him completely stumped. He thought he was a genius at finding Waldo and I didn't tell him how many Waldo's he needed to look for in the picture, but he swore he saw more than three. Devil is a liar.

I couldn't speak to him if that were the case. It was already told to me it was too early to say, but it appeared that I was having twins, But Rick insisted he could make out at least three maybe four. Four!?

Rick has gone insane since he has gone grayer. The hell if I am having four babies at once. I made another appointment with a different doctor. I was going to shop for an ultrasound that had my husband seeing the right numbers. After the fifth doctor, I gave up and cried. Rick cried too. We were having too many babies. Too many and I was thirsty.

It seemed the more successful I became with practicing law, the more I stayed knocked up. Rick didn't see the correlation, but he said I was sexy as hell when I had a new client on retainer. When ever I announced to Rick the great news, he knew it was going to be a perfect night of sweaty sex. He says how I say retainer gives him a hard on. He's just always horny.

Andre was out of the hospital again, and we had received official word that his cancer was back in remission. He was back in school. He was so ravaged by medication and the chemo that his brain wasn't at its peak anymore. He was average in school in all his subjects. He wasn't the smartest in his class anymore because time caught up with all of us and he was okay with that too. He was glad to be alive to keep his younger siblings amused.

Abigail was dating, and Rick wasn't happy about it. He spent more money to have security systems to monitor who was trying to creep into our home or out. She was Seventeen. Still living at home just starting her second year in college and she still called him Daddy. My husband didn't care if she was 21. No dating until marriage. No one spoke on the flaw in his logic, or it would produce a rant. The thought of losing his first daughter ever was incomprehensible, and Abigail began to have conversations with him at night about finding solutions to his problem. I would always get tickled when I would hear her compare him to Granny.

Noah had already graduated college and was traveling different countries on a whim. He found his passion as a software developer, and he didn't have to report to work as often as the rest of society. He could work anywhere in the world, and that was what he did. Reporting his whereabouts at random. Uncle Rick was proud of him, but he didn't like the Random reporting. I think the nightly routine has been a hard habit for Rick to break with Noah and he began to start the routine with our kids as soon as they were born and eventually able to kneel.

Every night. Prayer. The youngest child of ours had no clue but mimicked what she watched the older kids would do during this time with their Dad. Our son Carlton (Waldo) has a superficial understanding of God and the need to speak things into existence or release it into the atmosphere with the help of his father. Once they were done then, Rick would get on his knees and begin his whole list of grievances topping it off with all the blessings that outweighed everything, and it would be the mention of me. His wife.

"I don't think I can handle any more children after this and you say multiples? You should had told Michonne in the beginning it wasn't twins. Why was it I to break the news to her? This nightly routine, I don't think my knees can handle, and the ache tells me they can't, but I want to Thank you, God,, that lives in the sky smiling down on me. I bet Granny Mabel put you up to this. She says you most likely listen to her prayers and her curses. Well, I thank you for my healthy children, having a special room for Andre's remission. I most of all thank you for bringing such a wonderful, strong, beautiful, woman into my life. I wouldn't be complete without her. She is my everything. Still, always."

From the hallways, I listen and every time I find myself saying, "I love you always, Still. Always."


A/N:

I hope all that have read this story and waited and waited and waited are still finding enjoyment in this tale of many. I can put this puppy to bed in complete status. I will look over it again in the morning to make any corrections or adjustment. Thank you again for reading!