Chapter 4
Jeannie felt just terrible about getting so emotional when she saw that black haired demon around her master, but she just couldn't help it.
"Momma, when am I going to feel normal again?" Jeannie asked hopefully
"Not until the baby is born Jeannie." She said and went back to her work.
Jeannie watched as her mother's expert hands made stitch after stitch in the pattern of a small blanket. It had been such a long time since she had been around another pregnant woman, Jeannie almost forgot how fun it was to prepare for one.
"Now that is odd." Jemma said looking at the fabric, which was turning blue and pink.
"What is momma?"
"Well you see darling, the fabric is supposed to change color according to the gender of the child, but, well, this is going haywire." Jemma explained thoughtfully.
"What does it mean? Do you have bad yarn?"
"Oh no darling, I believe you will be having multiple children." She said happily.
"Multiple? You mean more than one?!"
"Yes, it is not that uncommon." Jemma said waving her hand.
Jeannie could hardly breathe, half out of fear, half out of happiness. Half of her wondered how she and Tony could possibly love more then one child when only one takes a lot of love and care. Also they would need more and she would have to go though the birthing process more then once! One right after the other! But then she was thinking how wonderful it would be to see two children growing up together. The other would never have to be alone.
Jemma noticed how her daughter was lost in thoughts.
"Jeannie dear, what seems to be the problem?" She asked kindly and crossed the room to sit next to her on the couch.
Jeannie told her mother about the worries she had for raising two children.
"Well, it is not that difficult darling. You and your sister are almost like twins, I really wish you would have been. It would have been so much easier having two at a time then two not even a year apart."
"And you and papa loved us both the same?"
"Yes darling, we do not love one of you more then the other." Jemma said and went back to her knitting.
Jeannie was thinking about all the wonderful things she and Tony could do and would be able to experience with two wonderful children.
"Oh!"
"What? What is the matter Jeannie?"
"I have not told Anthony that we are going to be parents yet!"
Jemma just smiled and winked at her daughter.
"I think you will be able to tell him soon darling. Ta." She said, blinked, and was gone.
Jeannie cocked her head to the side wondering what her mother could have possibly ment when the door opened and Tony walked in.
Jeannie felt just terrible about getting so emotional when she saw that black haired demon around her master, but she just couldn't help it.
"Momma, when am I going to feel normal again?" Jeannie asked hopefully
"Not until the baby is born Jeannie." She said and went back to her work.
Jeannie watched as her mother's expert hands made stitch after stitch in the pattern of a small blanket. It had been such a long time since she had been around another pregnant woman, Jeannie almost forgot how fun it was to prepare for one.
"Now that is odd." Jemma said looking at the fabric, which was turning blue and pink.
"What is momma?"
"Well you see darling, the fabric is supposed to change color according to the gender of the child, but, well, this is going haywire." Jemma explained thoughtfully.
"What does it mean? Do you have bad yarn?"
"Oh no darling, I believe you will be having multiple children." She said happily.
"Multiple? You mean more than one?!"
"Yes, it is not that uncommon." Jemma said waving her hand.
Jeannie could hardly breathe, half out of fear, half out of happiness. Half of her wondered how she and Tony could possibly love more then one child when only one takes a lot of love and care. Also they would need more and she would have to go though the birthing process more then once! One right after the other! But then she was thinking how wonderful it would be to see two children growing up together. The other would never have to be alone.
Jemma noticed how her daughter was lost in thoughts.
"Jeannie dear, what seems to be the problem?" She asked kindly and crossed the room to sit next to her on the couch.
Jeannie told her mother about the worries she had for raising two children.
"Well, it is not that difficult darling. You and your sister are almost like twins, I really wish you would have been. It would have been so much easier having two at a time then two not even a year apart."
"And you and papa loved us both the same?"
"Yes darling, we do not love one of you more then the other." Jemma said and went back to her knitting.
Jeannie was thinking about all the wonderful things she and Tony could do and would be able to experience with two wonderful children.
"Oh!"
"What? What is the matter Jeannie?"
"I have not told Anthony that we are going to be parents yet!"
Jemma just smiled and winked at her daughter.
"I think you will be able to tell him soon darling. Ta." She said, blinked, and was gone.
Jeannie cocked her head to the side wondering what her mother could have possibly ment when the door opened and Tony walked in.