March 12th, 2009
Ireland and Lyric's birthdays came and went. There were tons of presents and cake. It was a hectic time of year. Dave and Randi couldn't believe the girls were seven and six already. Those years had just flown buy. It seemed just yesterday when they were pregnant with them. They knew Daisy would be as old as them someday.
Ireland ran into her and Lyric's bedroom with Dixie right behind her. Lyric frowned slightly from the dollhouse as she looked up at her older sister.
"You know, you sound like a million elephants." Lyric said.
"Your face looks like a million elephants." Ireland winked and plopped down onto the bed.
"You know, I could totally tell Mom on you." Lyric said, "You're not supposed to be saying me things to me anymore."
"And you're not supposed to tattle anymore." Ireland pointed out.
"Fine." Lyric threw the mini Ireland doll at Ireland, "I don't want this in my house."
"That's my house. That made it for me when you were a baby." She said. Lyric growled looking at Dixie.
"And they got you Dixie when you were a baby." Lyric said.
"Yup. I got everything first because I was first born." Ireland said.
"Well, at least they weren't gonna give me up when I was born." Lyric smirked. Ireland frowned deeply.
"Get out of my room." Ireland said.
"It's my room too." Lyric said.
"Get out of my room or I'm going to shove this doll down your throat." Ireland seethed with anger. Lyric stared at her and got up.
"Fine." Lyric walked out of the room. She wasn't about to fight Ireland. When she did, Ireland always won. Lyric knocked on Sailor's door. "Lori, can I come in?"
"No." Sailor said spinning around in circles. Lyric walked in anyway.
"What are you doing?" Lyric asked.
"Spinning." Sailor said finally stopping.
"But why are you spinning?"
"Cause Krysta said I need to work on my spins." She said, "Can you leave now?"
"Do you like having me as a sister?" Lyric asked.
"No. Can you go?" Sailor asked. Lyric nodded and walked out. Lyric stood in the hallway looking around. Everyone was moody today. Lyric shuffled to the nursery.
"Mommy, is Daisy sleeping?" She asked softly carful not to wake anyone.
"No, baby, you can come in." Randi said as she nursed Daisy. Lyric walked in and stared at Daisy. "What's wrong? You look sad."
"I am." Lyric pulled up a stood and sat down.
"What's wrong baby?" She asked.
"I don't think I'm like the others." Lyric said. Randi frowned.
"What do you mean?" She asked. Lyric sighed trying to get the right words.
"Ireland wants to be a star and so does Sailor, but I don't want to be." Lyric said.
"You want to be a doctor and mother. That's fine too." Randi said.
"I know." Lyric said, "But I think I'm smarter than them too." Randi smiled with amusement at her daughter. "Don't give me that look. I know Ireland skipped two grades, but I think I could too."
"You do?" Randi asked. Lyric nodded.
"I'm so bored, Mommy. Every where I'm bored except at the clinic." Lyric said. "I don't want to be in kindergarten anymore. All they do is colour. I want to do math and science."
"Maybe we can put you in a after school programme." Randi said.
"I want more." Lyric said, "I want school to be hard. Ireland is in forth grade and she's only a year older than me."
"I'll talk with your teacher In the morning, okay, Sweetheart?" Randi asked
"You promise, Mommy?" Lyric asked. Randi nodded.
"I promise to let you skip as many grade that is necessary as long as school will be challenging to you." Randi said.
"Even if I get to medical school when I'm twelve?" Lyric asked. Randi giggled softly as she began to burp Daisy.
"Yes, Baby. I want you to be challenged." Randi said, "Even if that means you're a doctor at fifteen." Lyric's face brightened up.
"Thank you so much, Mommy!!" Lyric jumped up, squealing and ran out of the nursery. Randi sighed softly. Maybe this whole Lyric being unhappy was her fault. She should have realized that Lyric was unhappy. Her six-year-old shouldn't be so unhappy.
March 26th, 2009
Dave sat behind Randi slowly brushing her hair. They were finally having an evening alone. Randi's grandmother was watching the girls so Dave rented the honeymoon suite at the local hotel.
"Mmmm, I want to marry you again." She smiled softly.
"Well, our anniversary is this week, so you can pretend you are." He said, "We can renew our vows in a couple of years if you want." Randi smiled and nodded.
"That would be nice." She said. Dave kissed her neck.
"You think Daisy is okay?" He asked. Randi shrugged.
"I think she is fine. She's almost six months old she's getting independent." Randi smiled softly, "Can you believe she's getting this old this fast? It seems like yesterday We gave birth to her."
"We should have another one." Dave said. Randi laughed loudly.
"Not for a couple of years. I need to let y body get better." Randi said, "Plus, work is starting to get extremely busy."
"You're not going to miss Ireland's play with you?" Dave asked.
"Never." Randi lay on the bed and smiled, "Can you believe she's growing up as fast as she has?" Dave sighed slightly, looking at his wife.
"Let's not think of the girls right now, Randi." Dave said, "Let's pretend we're single and not parents." Randi giggled.
"So, you picked me up at the bar?" She asked. Dave nodded.
"I saw you sitting at the bar nursing a margarita in one hand. That slutty outfit you were wearing caught my eye." Dave said.
"I made that slutty outfit." Randi said. Dave arched his eyebrow.
"You make clothes for a living?" He asked. Randi nodded as she sat up.
"I make everything I wear, except my shoes." She said.
"Even your bra?" Dave asked.
"Oh I rarely wear a bra, Mr…."
"Doctor. Doctor Malucci, but you can call me Dave." Dave said. "How is it that no man has snatched you up yet?"
"I guess it's because I'm too frisky in bed. They don't like it hard." Randi said. Dave growled playfully grabbing Randi's waist.
"I like it frisky and hard." He said.
"Oh great." Randi smiled, "I have a body like a twenty year old, not like a woman who has given birth to four children."
"Me too. I have a six pack." Dave winked and began to kiss her. Randi wrapped her arms around him with a smile.
"I love having no kids." She whispered. Dave chuckled against her lips.
"I love having no kids more than you." He said.
"You don't have to nurse them though." Randi pointed out.
"You will be nursing someone tonight." Dave winked playfully.
"I think I can handle you." She said. This was exactly what they needed. Ever since Dave's kidnapping they hadn't really had a nice moment alone, but now…now they were alone with each other and they were going to enjoy every moment of it.
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