A/N: Alas, the maazing Angel ecstasy ahs crawled out from underneath her
rock, blinked several times...
And crawled straight back inside.
No, no, it's alright! I'm back with a new chapter of I'm A Grown-Up Now! I'd like to thank everyone who stuck by this story, your support is truly appreciative. I'm glad people out there are enjoying this little sappy tale of the twins' futures.
CHAPTER 10 THE END OF THE TUNNEL
Elizabeth glanced over at the table, sighing heavily. If only she could reach that yoghurt...!
Alas, it wasn't meant to be.
"Damn, kids. I can't even move any more," Elizabeth grumbled, twisting around so the temptation no longer stared her down.
With another sigh, Liz picked up the magazine on the counter and flipped through it. A large centrefold of photos from Jessica's honeymoon stared back at her, causing her to smile softly.
"Always in the spotlight," Liz whispered, wishing Connor would come so she could get some food.
She was now nearly 8 months along. Having 1 baby is hard enough at this stage, but 2? Liz could barely move. She couldn't remember ever having this much trouble standing up.
"Lizzy!" A voice called out from the patio door.
Lizzie beamed, delighted her brother had come for a visit.
"I'm here, Steven! Come inside!" she called out, fidgeting on the comfy blue chair.
She watched her brother walk in, a towel wrapped around neck. Obviously he'd just returned from a jog.
"Where's the Con-man?" Steven asked with a grin, opening the fridge door and rummaging around for a drink.
"Steven, please get me a slice of watermelon, mango yoghurt, those cashews and that plate of carrots while you're in there," Liz muttered absently, pulling out the centrefold of photos.
Steven stared at her, shrugged and started removing food from the fridge.
"Jeez, Liz, you're turning into a float," he chattered, biting into an apple. He closed the door, juggling the food and moved it in front of Liz, before grabbing a chair.
"Oh, Steve, can you also grab me some bread and strawberry jam?" She asked, throwing cashews into her mouth. "These kids eat way too much. I can't wait until they come out".
Steven laughed, standing up to please his younger sister.
"I never thought you'd be the first to have kids, Liz," he muttered good- naturedly.
Liz smiled at him.
"Why on earth do you think that, Steven? Because you're older?"
He smiled back, a distant memory coming to his mind. He'd nearly been a father...he shook his head, trying to shake away the memories.
"Nah.figured Jessica would get knocked up long before now," he said with a laugh.
Liz frowned.
"Steven, that's not nice at all," she told him angrily, snatching the sandwich away from him.
Steven looked down in shame. God, he'd forgotten Jess couldn't have kids. How could he forget something like that?
A key turned in the doorknob, as both of their heads swivelled around to see who it was.
"Liz, baby, how you doing?" Connor whispered, coming forward to embrace his girlfriend. He dropped his briefcase and CD's on the floor, fully intent on the passionate kiss Liz gave him.
"Guys, please, not in front of the twins," Steven asked, laughter bubbling up in his voice.
"Ha ha ha, Steven," Liz said, holding Connor close to her.
"How was your day?" Connor asked, kneeling on the ground and gently massaging Liz's bulging stomach. She smiled down at him.
"I sat in bed for 43hours, went to the toilet, cam downstairs and I've been here ever since. I never realised how boring this kitchen is. We need to spruce it up," she mused, her eyes misting over.
"Whatever you want, Liz honey," Connor whispered.
Steven leaned back against the wall, watching the two of them interact together. He'd always liked Tom; he'd been good for Liz and the two of them had been in love. Yet Connor seemed to be a breath of fresh air; he was the only one who'd managed to dredge Liz out of the deep depression she'd been in since Tom's death.
It was a pity the twins would never know their real father, but at least they'd have a great father figure to replace him. Steven smiled and let himself out quietly, not wanting to break the gentle love and warmth spreading throughout the house.
~ ~ ~ ~
Jessica leaned back, thanking everybody in the planet that she could afford first class tickets. Clark grasped her hand, gently kissing it before turning back to the window.
They were on their way back to LA from their honeymoon on the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. They'd decided to do something a little off-beat and unusual for their honeymoon, and had a wonderful 3 weeks away from spying eyes.
But now it was time to return to reality. Clark had received a new movie, planning on relocating to Europe for the job. Jess was fidgety at the news. She knew she couldn't pack up and leave; she had a well-paying job on the soapie. Her character was vital to the script.
Neither of them had talked about this dilemma, refusing to break the serenity of their honeymoon with a fight.
But Jess knew there wasn't a lot of time left.
"Maybe I should just quit. Paris is a beautiful city; I'd love to spend more time there. And maybe I need to get away, to help me recover," She mused quietly to herself.
The most hardest thing in her life was coming up.
"Clark honey, I know it's not the best time to talk about this, but I need you to know before we land in LA," she whispered to her new husband.
He turned to her, an expectant look on his face.
"I...I can't have children," she whispered, the tears slipping from her face.
His shock was displayed in his entire body language. But he decided to push that all aside. He grasped his wife close, begging with her not to cry. They'd get home first, and then she could tell him everything.
Well, there's the new chapter. Review if you want more!
And crawled straight back inside.
No, no, it's alright! I'm back with a new chapter of I'm A Grown-Up Now! I'd like to thank everyone who stuck by this story, your support is truly appreciative. I'm glad people out there are enjoying this little sappy tale of the twins' futures.
CHAPTER 10 THE END OF THE TUNNEL
Elizabeth glanced over at the table, sighing heavily. If only she could reach that yoghurt...!
Alas, it wasn't meant to be.
"Damn, kids. I can't even move any more," Elizabeth grumbled, twisting around so the temptation no longer stared her down.
With another sigh, Liz picked up the magazine on the counter and flipped through it. A large centrefold of photos from Jessica's honeymoon stared back at her, causing her to smile softly.
"Always in the spotlight," Liz whispered, wishing Connor would come so she could get some food.
She was now nearly 8 months along. Having 1 baby is hard enough at this stage, but 2? Liz could barely move. She couldn't remember ever having this much trouble standing up.
"Lizzy!" A voice called out from the patio door.
Lizzie beamed, delighted her brother had come for a visit.
"I'm here, Steven! Come inside!" she called out, fidgeting on the comfy blue chair.
She watched her brother walk in, a towel wrapped around neck. Obviously he'd just returned from a jog.
"Where's the Con-man?" Steven asked with a grin, opening the fridge door and rummaging around for a drink.
"Steven, please get me a slice of watermelon, mango yoghurt, those cashews and that plate of carrots while you're in there," Liz muttered absently, pulling out the centrefold of photos.
Steven stared at her, shrugged and started removing food from the fridge.
"Jeez, Liz, you're turning into a float," he chattered, biting into an apple. He closed the door, juggling the food and moved it in front of Liz, before grabbing a chair.
"Oh, Steve, can you also grab me some bread and strawberry jam?" She asked, throwing cashews into her mouth. "These kids eat way too much. I can't wait until they come out".
Steven laughed, standing up to please his younger sister.
"I never thought you'd be the first to have kids, Liz," he muttered good- naturedly.
Liz smiled at him.
"Why on earth do you think that, Steven? Because you're older?"
He smiled back, a distant memory coming to his mind. He'd nearly been a father...he shook his head, trying to shake away the memories.
"Nah.figured Jessica would get knocked up long before now," he said with a laugh.
Liz frowned.
"Steven, that's not nice at all," she told him angrily, snatching the sandwich away from him.
Steven looked down in shame. God, he'd forgotten Jess couldn't have kids. How could he forget something like that?
A key turned in the doorknob, as both of their heads swivelled around to see who it was.
"Liz, baby, how you doing?" Connor whispered, coming forward to embrace his girlfriend. He dropped his briefcase and CD's on the floor, fully intent on the passionate kiss Liz gave him.
"Guys, please, not in front of the twins," Steven asked, laughter bubbling up in his voice.
"Ha ha ha, Steven," Liz said, holding Connor close to her.
"How was your day?" Connor asked, kneeling on the ground and gently massaging Liz's bulging stomach. She smiled down at him.
"I sat in bed for 43hours, went to the toilet, cam downstairs and I've been here ever since. I never realised how boring this kitchen is. We need to spruce it up," she mused, her eyes misting over.
"Whatever you want, Liz honey," Connor whispered.
Steven leaned back against the wall, watching the two of them interact together. He'd always liked Tom; he'd been good for Liz and the two of them had been in love. Yet Connor seemed to be a breath of fresh air; he was the only one who'd managed to dredge Liz out of the deep depression she'd been in since Tom's death.
It was a pity the twins would never know their real father, but at least they'd have a great father figure to replace him. Steven smiled and let himself out quietly, not wanting to break the gentle love and warmth spreading throughout the house.
~ ~ ~ ~
Jessica leaned back, thanking everybody in the planet that she could afford first class tickets. Clark grasped her hand, gently kissing it before turning back to the window.
They were on their way back to LA from their honeymoon on the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. They'd decided to do something a little off-beat and unusual for their honeymoon, and had a wonderful 3 weeks away from spying eyes.
But now it was time to return to reality. Clark had received a new movie, planning on relocating to Europe for the job. Jess was fidgety at the news. She knew she couldn't pack up and leave; she had a well-paying job on the soapie. Her character was vital to the script.
Neither of them had talked about this dilemma, refusing to break the serenity of their honeymoon with a fight.
But Jess knew there wasn't a lot of time left.
"Maybe I should just quit. Paris is a beautiful city; I'd love to spend more time there. And maybe I need to get away, to help me recover," She mused quietly to herself.
The most hardest thing in her life was coming up.
"Clark honey, I know it's not the best time to talk about this, but I need you to know before we land in LA," she whispered to her new husband.
He turned to her, an expectant look on his face.
"I...I can't have children," she whispered, the tears slipping from her face.
His shock was displayed in his entire body language. But he decided to push that all aside. He grasped his wife close, begging with her not to cry. They'd get home first, and then she could tell him everything.
Well, there's the new chapter. Review if you want more!