July 12th, 2004

Week 36

In four weeks the baby would be here. Kenny hoped at least. Denise wouldn't be able to take it if this baby was over due. She was in hell when she was pregnant with Marisa. He wanted her to be okay.

"How's the picture coming?" Kenny asked his daughter.

"Good." Marisa picked up the orange crayon and scribbled it on the construction paper.

"That's cool." Kenny looked at that, "Is that mommy?"

"See? Long hair." Marisa pointed to the orange streaks.

"I see. What's that?" Kenny pointed to a circle.

"That's her belly." Marisa said. Kenny laughed.
"Well, that's perfect." He said pulling out a tray from beneath the sink. He was making Denise breakfast in bed. He wanted everything to be perfect.

"Tanks." Marisa said putting the orange crayon away.
"Mommy will love it." Kenny said putting the plate of eggs onto the tray.

"I know." Marisa giggled jumping out of her chair, "Come on."

"I'm coming." Kenny followed her with the food. He carefully walked up the stairs. He couldn't spill the orange juice or everything would be ruined. Marisa opened the bedroom door.

"Mommy! Look!" She cried. Denise opened one eye.

"What did you do?" She asked Kenny.

"nothing." he laughed, "Marisa and I decided to make you breakfast in bed." Denise sat up and looked at her daughter.

"I drew Picture." She held it up.

"Why! Look at that!" Denise took the picture, "How beautiful! I think I might put this in a frame and hang it up it's so perfect." Marisa beamed with pride, "Thank you, Sweetheart."

"I made the breakfast." Kenny said setting the tray down.
"Why it just smells utterly wonderful." Denise told him.

"Don't' patronize me." He said.

"it really does look wonderful." She chuckled tucking the napkin into her shirt.

"Well, thanks." Kenny smiled, ruffling Marisa's red hair. She pushed his hand away.

"No mess." Marisa said.

"it looks fine, Risa." Denise said as she began to eat, "So, Are you excited to get a baby brother or a baby sister soon?"

"Yeah. When they coming?" Marisa asked. Denise shrugged her shoulders.
"Any time now." She said, "They are waiting when the time is right."

"It's nice and soft and warm in mommy's belly." Kenny said, "But when you were in her belly, you tried to come out often."

"I was bad huh?" Marisa asked. Denise shook her head.

"No. You were just anxious. You're still the same." She chuckled.

"I dance too." Marisa said dancing by Denise's bedside. Denise laughed loudly.

"you're a perfect dancer. Did daddy teach you that?" She asked.

"No." Marisa said, "Uncle Preston."

"I should have guessed." Denise said watching her daughter dance. She hoped this next baby wouldn't have as much energy as Marisa does. She didn't think she'd be able to handle it if it did.

July 26th, 2004

Week 38

Denise hauled herself out of the bed. She felt like utter…well, shit. Kenny had been trying to help out a lot lately, but even his help was starting to annoy her. She just wanted to be normal, have her normal body back and have her normal control back.

"Mommy!!!" Marisa squealed running down the hallway.

"Marisa! Get back here now!" Kenny yelled. Marisa threw herself at Denise nearly knocking her down.

"What did you do?" She asked.

"No wanna get dressed." Marisa looked at her.

"Marisa Fischer, get back here." Kenny yelled. Denise chuckled and took her daughter's hand.

"We all need to get dressed." She said.

"No wanna." Marisa said again.

"I know." Denise said pulling Marisa into her room, "I found a runaway kid. Is she yours?" Kenny looked at Marisa.

"I don't think that one is mine." Kenny said, "Mine is shorter."

"No. I'm yours." Marisa said. Kenny shook his head.
"No. My daughter is named Marisa Paige." He said. Marisa groaned loudly and looked at Denise.

"I'm Marisa Paige." She said. Kenny knelt down and looked Marisa over.

"But my daughter is wearing a red sun dress and you're wearing pajamas." Kenny said. Marisa squealed and ran over to her bed and grabbed her red dress. "I just think you have the wrong child."

"Man, I'm sorry, sir." Denise said, "I hope she belongs to someone because she's kind of cute." Marisa pulled the dress on and ran to Kenny.
"Look! Look!" She cried. Kenny looked at Marisa and his eyes widened.
"Marisa?? I thought I lost you!" He scooped her up in his arms. Marisa giggled wildly.

"I'm right here, Daddy." She said cuddling into him.

"I don't want to ever lose you." Kenny said.

"I wont run away." Marisa said. Denise smiled brightly.

"You guys are cut from the same stone I think." She said.

"I not cut." Marisa said. Denise laughed.
"Never mind. Mommy needs to get dressed now." She said waddling out of the bedroom. Kenny put Marisa down and zipped her dress up.

"Mommy walks like a duck." Kenny said. Marisa giggled wildly.

"She quacks too." She said.

"I heard that guys." Denise laughed. Marisa and Kenny chuckled and closed the bedroom door. Denise shook her head. It was so nice to see how good they were with each other. She really did have a terrific family and it was only going to get better.

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