Story Eleven: Sara's Confidence
Why Me's and I Told You So's
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Undertaker asked his wife.
Sara smiled as she played with the three little babies in front of her. "Of course... we take care of Charity all the time."
Taker rolled his eyes. "Charity's our daughter... and that's hard by itself. But add two more to the equation and that will be even harder."
"Amber and Stevie will be fine here with us... their parents needed a break and Charity needs playmates anyways," Sara replied. "Plus this will prepare us for our next child, maybe in the next year or two." She picked up the brown haired Amber and tickled her stomach.
Looking at Sara play with the small babies, Taker smiled. Her heart was big and full of love... and that's why she is his and his only. He cherished her and their daughter Charity. "Okay... you know this will be hard work."
Sara waved her hand nonchalantly. "Nothing will happen. When you get back I will be one happy mother and there will be three content babies."
Shaking his head solemnly, Taker grabbed her keys from the key rack. He gave Charity and Sara a kiss and wave goodbye.
As soon as Sara heard the door close, she looked at the three babies in front of her who sat on a small blanket that she had laid down earlier that day. "We are going to have fun... and nothing will happen today." As she said that she caught a little gleam of mischief in Stevie's eyes.
He opened his mouth and let out a huge wail.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked as she picked Stevie up. She sat on the couch with him in her arms and softly rocked him.
Charity and Amber looked at her and Stevie in amusement. Amber settled herself on her knees with her hands on the floor and crawled off the blanket.
When Sara finally got Stevie calmed down, she set him on the blanket next to Charity... who in return opened her mouth and let a loud cry out.
"Goodness, first Stevie and now you?" Sara whispered to herself. She picked up Charity and began to rock her to quiet her down. "I guess Amber's next, huh?" she said to Charity. Sara looked to the blanket to see Amber gone. "Where the hell-?"
Standing up, Sara put Charity and then Stevie in a playpen that was in the middle of the room. "Amber? Amber?" She looked around the room, when she didn't see her Sara moved to the kitchen that was next to the small den she was in.
There she found Amber, balancing herself on her feet by the table. The thing that was keeping her falling was the grip she had on the table cloth that was on the table. On top of the table cloth was various dishes, which she had asked Taker to wash earlier, from meals that were ate previously that day. Amber grinned brightly as she saw Sara standing in the opening from the den to the kitchen.
"Amber!" Sara yelled. She ran towards the small, chubby girl who had taken one small step.
Amber, who was startled from Sara's outburst, fell to the floor. As she started to cry, she brought the table cloth with all the dishes down to the ground; causing a loud shattering sound to go through the house.
"Why me?" Sara moaned as she picked up Amber. She bounced Amber on her hip to quiet her down. As soon as she did, she set her down in the playpen where Stevie and Charity started to cry too.
After an hour, Sara finally got all three babies quiet. She laid them down for a nap and headed to the kitchen to clean up the mess Amber made trying to walk.
Around the time she finished cleaning up the dishes, the children woke. Figuring it was time for lunch, Sara set the kids in their own highchairs. The babies were big enough to be able to feed themselves, so she gave them each a bowl of dried cereal and cup of juice. She watched them for a few minutes, making sure that they didn't make a mess when the phone rang.
She walked into the den and picked up the phone. "Hello?" Sara said into the receiver.
"Hey Sara! How are you?" the voice said.
Sara eyes widen in surprise. "Chyna?"
Chyna laughed. "Yep, it's me."
Sara chatted with Chyna for awhile. They caught up on each others life and the going ons in both of their careers. When she finished up, she went back into the kitchen to find Charity, Stevie, and Amber covered in juice and mushed up dried cereal.
"Why me!" she grumbled again as she started to clean the children up.
Taker walked into the house minutes later. He went to kitchen and found Sara still cleaning the children and grumbling at the same time. The children were giggling and laughing. He stood in the kitchen with a grin on his face. "Sara?"
She turned around and shot him an evil look. "Don't say it."
"I told you so..."
"Taker!" she growled.
"Do you still want another kid soon?" he laughed as he picked up Stevie to help with her with the task.
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Sara clapped her hands together excitedly. "Amber almost walked!"
Molly and Steven exchanged a glance. "How much do we owe you?" Steven asked. He took his wallet out of his back pocket and opened it.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Molly sighed. "Every time Amber tries to walk, she breaks something..."
"It's okay Molly," Sara said as she picked up Amber. She put on her small jacket and handed her to Steven as Undertaker did the same to Stevie.
"Thank you for watching them," Steven said. He and Molly stood at the door with their kids on their arms.
Taker picked up Charity and held her. Sara stood next to him. "No problem... they are the perfect angels," she said as they left. Charity scrunched her little fist together, opening it and closing it as Stevie and Amber did the same to her.
"Bye!" Molly and Steven yelled to Sara and Taker as they finished putting the kids in the car. They got in and drove off.
As their car started to disappear, Taker looked at Sara with a smile.
"Don't say it..." she warned him.
He kissed Charity and said, "I told you so... again."
Sara sighed and buried her face in her hands. "Four years... or five... Charity will get a sibling then; not a moment sooner."
Taker laughed as he and Charity went back into the house, leaving Sara groaning on the front porch as she thought about everything that happened to her that day.