Chapter 12

No you guys. You got it all wrong…it wasn't a flame. Well…in some terms I bet writers would feel hurt at being called that their story is becoming a disappointment and I thought that too. But I know that she was only giving her opinion and I appreciate her telling me the truth. If I kept writing the way I was I would be making some reviewers unhappy and I only want you guys to like reading my story. And as I said I really thought about it, and I read my last few chapters and I did realize that this story really was becoming disappointing. Nothing new was happening and the story only continued to drone on and that isn't good. I appreciate your comments telling me that you like it but I think that maybe the change and really getting back on track is the best for this story. I hope you guys like the sorta change that I make as I come into a kinda more serious writing and out of my humorous side for a while but rest assure there shall be funny moments!

Babies

Katie woke up that early morning as the warm light of the sun began to drift through the curtains of the windows creating a quiet and drowsy atmosphere. As she padded her way into the kitchen about to make her favorite cappuccino she came across a note laying there by the sink. Picking it up and scanning the letter she squealed for delight!

Dear Katie,

Me and Mort are going back to Tashmore Lake. Thanks for everything….

Caroline and Mort

"ORLANDO!", as her wail echoed throughout the house as he stumbled out of the bedroom still half a sleep. "What..? What is it Katie? Is the house on fire again?", he mumbled as he stumbled into the wall holding onto it trying to steady himself.

"Nooooooooooooo! Caroline and Mort left and went back to Tashmore to be together…", she sighed a dreamy look coming over her face as she bounced over to him. "Oh bloody hell..", as he rubbed his head and walked back to bed.

Katie stood there pondering at Orlando's mood but shrugged it off and ran back to the kitchen. Leaning on her elbow against the table she pondered once more. "I wonder if she told him about the baby……."

The ride back home to Tashmore was the longest Caroline thought to ever have. It took them about three and half days to get there as long as they didn't stop. The trip was quiet and gave them time to collect their thoughts and feelings. A time to look to the future of their relationship and what was to come because of past events.

Caroline grew worried as they got closer and closer to the cabin as they drove past the large tree's and shrubbery. Then she saw it, the large cozy looking cabin that she had come to love so much. But this time looking at it brought fear and dread at the pit of her stomach.

The cabin reminded her of the time she first saw "Amityville Horror" and that horrible house with all of its past terrors. The house looked evil but to the naked eye it was paradise. And that's what she thought too…she was blind to the evil past but now she could see it clearly.

Mort had stopped the car and they just sat there in silence as thunder was heard roaring in the distance. A storm was approaching at dark black clouds scattered throughout the sky giving her another uneasy feeling.

She felt like she was in one of those horror movies herself now. But she wasn't all that happy the murderer always let the virgins live. "Well that leaves me out..", as she thought sarcastically to herself.

She had to get over this. She loved Mort, and if that meant having to get past her fear then so be it. "Come on Mort, lets get out of here before it starts to pour…", as he sat there for a minute but nodded his head as they both stepped out of the vehicle.

They both got their luggage out quickly just when a small drizzle started, as they got their things and went inside the cabin. All the while Caroline would not look at the garden at all. She tried not even to think about it. But she had jinxed herself when Mort was unlocking the door she had turned her head to see a small part of a corn stalk swaying in the drizzle and wind, mocking her.

She turned her head back shuddering, as a flashback of Amy and Ted's bodies being uncovered flashed in her mind. "Are you okay?", concern on Mort's face. "Yeah I'm fine. Just cold..", as they trudged their way into the house.

Chico's bark could be heard as he scuttled out of his favorite chair running to them yapping happily. "Hey Chico baby! Oh my god mommy missed you so very very much!", as Caroline bent down talking in a babyish voice rubbing Chico's ears.

"You know if I didn't think you were talking to the dog I would find that a turn on. You should talk like that in the bedroom….", as Mort smirked past her winking as she gave him a sarcastic look. "Oh yeah sure, remind me to do that next time", as they trudged their luggage upstairs putting it away in the bedroom.

"At least its good to know that Mrs. Garvey hasn't stopped coming over", as Mort walked into the kitchen getting a Mountain Dew. "Good. Chico had a nice old lady to watch him", as she went into the bathroom turning the facets on getting ready to take a bath.

The tub filled with steaming water as Caroline stripped quickly and slipped into the warm water as she already felt her muscles loosen under the warm water. "Hey there you…", as she peaked one eye open to find Mort checking her out leaning against the door frame.

"Hey there baby", smiling at he walked over to her sitting down next to the bathtub. The moment he sat down the subject had changed drastically. "Speaking of babies, Mort what would you say if we had one?", as he took a sip of his drink choking on it as he began to cough.

Caroline's eye's widened at his reaction. Well this was not good. "Wait Caroline did you mean baby? As in baby?", giving her a disbelieving look.

"No Mort, I want a llama. Yes Mort I meant baby as in baby!", becoming grouchy at his horrible understanding skills. Mort cleared his voice and grew quiet wondering how he could talk to Caroline about this without her becoming a wild and ferocious animal and biting his head off. Thinking that he remembered watching the discovery channel remembering the female preying mantis that after becoming impregnated by the male she would in terms bite his head off and eat her mate.

Mort shuddered at the thought and thanked god he wasn't a bug at the moment. He sighed. "Well Caroline, remember when I told you about me and Amy? About us having a child but her having a miscarriage. I guess that blow sorta killed me at the thought of having children", as sadness developed in Caroline's eyes.

"But that doesn't mean I don't want a baby!", he rushed in quickly. She nodded her head slowly understanding. "Okay Mort…", as she sighed playing with some bubbles that lay on the water. "Why Caroline? What brought up this baby thing?"

"Its just something that came up between me and Katie one night and I just wanted to talk to you about it that's all", as she shrugged. It grew silent and Mort knew that was the end of that conversation. "Caroline its not that I don't want a baby………

"Its just the fear of what I am. Caroline I am terrified about hurting you because of Shooter. I'm afraid that one day I'm gonna wake up and find you dead laying next to me. I would die if anything happened to you…….", he whispered as he bent over the tub and gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth.

"Once I get this settled with we'll have as many babies at you want", as Caroline smiled at his words feeling worried about Mort and this Shooter problem that had seemed to take over their lives. "I'm going to bed cause I'm exhausted…", as he yawned kissing her cheek. "Okay I'll be in bed in a few…"

The moment Mort's head touched the pillow he fell asleep. Hours later in the night he turned over to reach out Caroline but she wasn't there. He lifted himself up and looked around curiously wondering if she had gone downstairs to get a drink.

He moved his hand over her side but it was cold. It could only mean one thing. She hadn't lain there as of yet. Mort noticed that light in the bathroom still on. Looking at the clock he noticed that it was 4 hours past since they had gotten home.

It could not take this long to be in the tub. Maybe she had fallen asleep in the tub. Mort sighed, shaking his head humorously. "Time to get Nemo out of the tub", as he padded across the room touching the door pushing it gently.

The sight that lay before him would forever be imbedded in his mind creating a madness of impending depression and anger. They say the death of a loved one, especially a lover is the hardest any person can go through.

The thought of living your life alone forever is haunting. Time is just a figment of your imagination. It can either past before your eyes or a minute can feel like an hour. Living your life alone everyday and every night is maddening. Some might not mind but not many are immune to the consequences.

To be left to live your life in the dark instead of the light is the worst. To feel the coldness of death, and sadness instead of the warmth of the sun embracing you like a mother does to her child. The thought of losing the one you love is to some what this feeling would be. Being left in the dark, and being made to live in it.

To tell you the truth, not all that sure this chapter was that good. Ugh! Tell me wutcha think!