A Whole New World
Chapter 3
I interrupt this story to answer some reviewer's questions:
KayKayeLLe- this is the sequel to A Tale of 8 Kinkirks, so Mary is
married to Ben and have twin girls, Lucy and Kevin have twins- a girl
and a boy, and Sarah and Matt have a boy.
Curlymonic1215- Yeah, teens being encouraged to have children scares
me too but I had to do that. It'll all work out in the end.
A/N: That night at dinner. The family has dinner together every Saturday.
"Me, Sarah, and Cecilia had appointments today," Lucy began. "Oh really?" Annie asked. "You're not going to pull that "They're all fine" thing on me again, are you?" Eric asked Lucy. "No, actually, I am," Sarah said. "We're having...triplets!" "Triplets?" Annie asked. "Yeah," Sarah said as she looked at her stomach. She was finally getting used to the idea. "So that's how many grandchildren? I already have five, then Sarah is eight, Mary- nine, Lucy- ten, Cecilia- eleven, and Ruthie- twelve. Twelve!" Annie said excitedly.
All of a sudden Ruthie started screaming in pain. "What's wrong?" Matt asked. "I don't know- it just hurts really bad!" she screamed. She looked down and saw a puddle of blood. "Look- owwwwwwwww- blood!" she winced. "OK- mom- take some towels and put them on your bed. Someone call 911," Matt ordered. He lifted up Ruthie and carried her upstairs, where Annie had layered her bed with towels. He carefully put her down. She was still screaming. "Ruthie, I want you to calm down. This can't be good for your baby, but stressing out will make it worse," he said, also trying to be calm. The ambulance arrived and some paramedics rushed upstairs. "Oh- hi, Matt," one of the paramedics recognized Matt. "Hi Jim. Can you get out that portable ultrasound equipment?" Matt asked. "Sure thing," he said as he went down to the ambulance to get it.
When he came back up Matt set up the machine and started to examine his sister. "Oh no," he muttered quietly. "What?" Ruthie asked. She had finally stopped screaming. "Ruthie, I'm really sorry, but you've had a miscarriage. We've lost the baby," he said and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Noooooooooooo!" Ruthie cried. "Again, I'm really sorry," Matt said. "But I'd better go down and tell the others. They're probably worried sick and that isn't good for any of the other babies." He went downstairs to the living room where the rest of the family was waiting. "So?" Lucy asked. "She had a miscarriage. She lost the baby," he said quietly. "Oh," Mary gasped. Lucy began to cry. "I'm going up to see her," Peter announced. "That might not be a good idea," Matt warned. "No. I'm going to see her," and he left.
As he entered the room he saw Ruthie crying. "Oh, Ruthie, I'm so sorry," he said and sat down next to her. "It's all my fault!" Ruthie sobbed. "No. It's no one's fault. It just happened," he said. She cried for a few more minutes until Peter got an idea. "Ruthie, maybe we'll feel better if we name the baby," he suggested. "But we can't! Matt never told us whether it was a girl or a boy and now it's too late!" she cried. "We can think up a neutral name. One that would be for a girl or a boy, like Taylor or Sam," Peter said. "How about Chris, like Christopher and Christina?" Ruthie asked. "I like it. Chris Taylor?" Peter said. "Yes, Chris Taylor Camden- Petrowski," Ruthie concluded.
A/N: OK- I have no idea what a miscarriage is like so you'll have to pretend this is what it's like.
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Chapter 3
I interrupt this story to answer some reviewer's questions:
KayKayeLLe- this is the sequel to A Tale of 8 Kinkirks, so Mary is
married to Ben and have twin girls, Lucy and Kevin have twins- a girl
and a boy, and Sarah and Matt have a boy.
Curlymonic1215- Yeah, teens being encouraged to have children scares
me too but I had to do that. It'll all work out in the end.
A/N: That night at dinner. The family has dinner together every Saturday.
"Me, Sarah, and Cecilia had appointments today," Lucy began. "Oh really?" Annie asked. "You're not going to pull that "They're all fine" thing on me again, are you?" Eric asked Lucy. "No, actually, I am," Sarah said. "We're having...triplets!" "Triplets?" Annie asked. "Yeah," Sarah said as she looked at her stomach. She was finally getting used to the idea. "So that's how many grandchildren? I already have five, then Sarah is eight, Mary- nine, Lucy- ten, Cecilia- eleven, and Ruthie- twelve. Twelve!" Annie said excitedly.
All of a sudden Ruthie started screaming in pain. "What's wrong?" Matt asked. "I don't know- it just hurts really bad!" she screamed. She looked down and saw a puddle of blood. "Look- owwwwwwwww- blood!" she winced. "OK- mom- take some towels and put them on your bed. Someone call 911," Matt ordered. He lifted up Ruthie and carried her upstairs, where Annie had layered her bed with towels. He carefully put her down. She was still screaming. "Ruthie, I want you to calm down. This can't be good for your baby, but stressing out will make it worse," he said, also trying to be calm. The ambulance arrived and some paramedics rushed upstairs. "Oh- hi, Matt," one of the paramedics recognized Matt. "Hi Jim. Can you get out that portable ultrasound equipment?" Matt asked. "Sure thing," he said as he went down to the ambulance to get it.
When he came back up Matt set up the machine and started to examine his sister. "Oh no," he muttered quietly. "What?" Ruthie asked. She had finally stopped screaming. "Ruthie, I'm really sorry, but you've had a miscarriage. We've lost the baby," he said and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Noooooooooooo!" Ruthie cried. "Again, I'm really sorry," Matt said. "But I'd better go down and tell the others. They're probably worried sick and that isn't good for any of the other babies." He went downstairs to the living room where the rest of the family was waiting. "So?" Lucy asked. "She had a miscarriage. She lost the baby," he said quietly. "Oh," Mary gasped. Lucy began to cry. "I'm going up to see her," Peter announced. "That might not be a good idea," Matt warned. "No. I'm going to see her," and he left.
As he entered the room he saw Ruthie crying. "Oh, Ruthie, I'm so sorry," he said and sat down next to her. "It's all my fault!" Ruthie sobbed. "No. It's no one's fault. It just happened," he said. She cried for a few more minutes until Peter got an idea. "Ruthie, maybe we'll feel better if we name the baby," he suggested. "But we can't! Matt never told us whether it was a girl or a boy and now it's too late!" she cried. "We can think up a neutral name. One that would be for a girl or a boy, like Taylor or Sam," Peter said. "How about Chris, like Christopher and Christina?" Ruthie asked. "I like it. Chris Taylor?" Peter said. "Yes, Chris Taylor Camden- Petrowski," Ruthie concluded.
A/N: OK- I have no idea what a miscarriage is like so you'll have to pretend this is what it's like.
REVIEW!