Chapter 2: Problem Child

DISCLAIMER: I don not own 7th Heaven or anything related to 7th Heaven. All medical information on this story is either half truth or completely made up. I am not a doctor. Also, if you are a fan of the happy relationships in 7th Heaven, don't read. Thos story contains a "rebel" who doesn't agree with her family and not so nice language and themes are sometimes used. Thank you. Enjoy!

After about ten minutes, the doctor came in and brought Lucy to surgery. Kevin got suited up and an hour later, Kalila Elizabeth Kinkirk was welcomed into the world, weighing 4 pounds and 1 ounce. The next few weeks were hard for her, her lungs hadn't quite fully developed and her brain didn't get enough oxygen. She had developed a new "disease" that doctors were now referring to as EBS disease or Excessive Blood Stimulation disease, where when the infant doesn't get enough oxygen, the blood is developed at such as fast rate that the child gets more oxygen to the brain, causing more of the brain to be used. Usually, migraine headaches are associated with this disease as well as insanity.

3 YEARS LATER:

"I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL!" Savannah cried. Her blonde hair had grown passed her shoulders and curled at its tips. That night, she was very excited for her first day at school. She had even set out a purple pant and shirt outfit with flowers on the top and a purple headband to match to wear to school; which she was wearing now.

Lucy finished clearing the breakfast dishes, putting them into the sink in the corner of the bright kitchen, before saying to her oldest daughter, "Now Savannah. You know you have to go to school. You were so excited to go yesterday. What's wrong?"

Fresh tears rolled down her pale skin as she said through sobs, "But… Kay doesn't… have to go…"

Lucy tried to hold back her giggles but they crept into her speech. "Honey. Kay is only three years old. She's too young. But you are a big girl now. Besides, you liked pre-school."

"I know, but… I didn't have to go all the time." She whined, which to her family, seemed like it was the thing she did best.

"Baby, I know it's scary. But you are going to have so much fun! And you are going to see your friends. Libby will be there." She said. Lucy knelt down to look Savannah in the eyes. She did the most beautiful blue eyes. She got them from her father, though. Jake has my eyes, poor kid and well, I think Kay borrowed someone else's eyes. She chuckled while Savannah looked on in wonder and annoyance. Was her mommy laughing at her? Seeing the worry in her eyes, Lucy regained a sweet smile and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "You're going to be great! I know that you are going never want to come home after going to school and seeing how much fun it is when there isn't a baby to worry about."

"Yeah! You right mommy!" savannah said and walked up to wear her baby sister was sitting in her booster seat. "Na an na! You can't come to school!"

"Bad baby." Kalila (or Kay as her family called her, mostly because her siblings and cousins couldn't yet say Kalila) said, took a last bite of her apple oatmeal and whacked her older sister over the head with it rather hard.

"No." Lucy said, as she walked over to her girls. After she grabbed the bowl off the floor, she put it on the table in front of Kay and gently smacked her right hand with her own. "No throwing things at Savannah."

Although she was three, Kay was quite intelligent at the time, because of her EBS disease, and very tricky. She grabbed the bowl on the table and chucked it across the room with all her baby might and hit her older brother, Jake, with it on the forehead.

Jake had been in the corner for saying a naughty word that one of his friends told him and he said it again. "Bitch!" he cried, not really knowing what the word meant, only that the lady at the grocery store didn't like it when he said that to her.

"O Lord, help me." Lucy said. It took her ten minutes to clean up the extra oatmeal, make sure Savannah and Jake were okay and try to get a three year old to stand in the corner but when she had, she was ready for a nap. How did my mother do this? She asked herself.

As if an answer from God, the phone rang. "Hello, Kinkirk residence."

"Hey, Luce. How's everything going?" her mother replied.

"Well, we had some not so nice things happen here this morning" she said and then raised her, voice so the kids could hear, "But that's not going to happen again."

"Oh." Annie said. After raising seven kids of her own and countless others, she knew better than anyone what 'not so nice things' were. "Who said a bad word and who hurt who?"

Stunned at the response, Lucy said, "Umm... yeah. Jake said a bad word…. And Kay hit Jake and Savannah on the head with her breakfast."

"Hey, how about I come over for a bit and watch Kay while you take Savannah to kindergarten and Jake to pre-school? It will easier when Kay isn't try to kill them when you are trying to drive." Annie said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, thank you mom." A cool burst of relief flooded through Lucy and exploded as a smile on her face.

"I'll be there in five minutes."

Just ten minutes after Lucy and the kids left for school, Annie was already having problems with Kay. The fiery little dark brunette baby (apparently, she had not gotten her parents hair color, unlike her siblings) had already put her hand on the stove when Annie was making her cookies, spilled the garbage on the floor and ran into the corner of the countertop.

Fortunately, Kay was tough and she wasn't even crying when Annie wiped the blood from the cut on her forehead and put a cool cloth of her reddened hand. "I'll be surprised if you make it passed twenty-five, sweetie." Annie said with a smile that was filled with more worry and dread than anything else.

Kay smiled back and banged her hand against the table, the same hand that was bandaged. She raised her hand, palm up, to her grandmother's face and said, "Oww, gammy."

She may be a hazard, but she sure is adorable with her big grey eyes. Annie thought and smiled. Then she lifted the child up, tossed her once and set her on the ground, before she realized that it was a mistake. As soon as her feet hit the ground, Kay ran into her dog that her parents had gotten her because the doctor said it would help her developmental growth.Needless to say, her tan puppy, Alia, was not pleased.

Fighting crime doesn't pay well enough, Kevin thought as he filled out yet another stack of paperwork. About a year ago he took a promotion to become a detective, not because he wanted to (he liked going on patrol and helping people that way) but because Lucy thought it was too dangerous, especially since he was almost shot a month after Kay was born. He liked his job, but it was giving him carpal tunnel, as his doctor said. He finished filling out a preliminary report about a crime scene from earlier that morning and glanced at the clock. 4:46, it read.

"Shit." He muttered to himself. Normally he didn't swear, especially not in front of Lucy or the kids, but he was late. Lucy had told him to come home at 4:00 because Kay had a doctor's appointment and there was no way that she was bringing all of them down to the office. Savannah and Jake were terrified of the doctor but not Kay. Sometimes he wondered if Kay was brave or that she was a masochist-in-the-making.

He filed the paperwork quickly and set it on the chief's desk before quickly making his way to the front door. As soon as he was outside the building, he flipped open his cell and called home. There was no answer, but he did leave a message saying that he was sorry, and he'd was heading over to the doctors, because she was probably over there.

By the time that he pulled into the parking lot of Dr. Gres, Lucy and Kay were walking out of the building. Kevin ran to them and picked up Kay as he reached where they were standing, on the sidewalk of the yellow building. "Hey, sweetheart. How was the doctor? Did you get a lollipop?"

Kay giggled as she took the cherry lollipop from her pocket and hit him over the head with it. "Wollipoop! And owwie!" she cried with joy in her eyes. Apparently she was a young masochist.

"No, Kay!" Lucy said exasperated. "Don't hit people over the head with things. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Desperation flooded her face, as well as tears.

Kevin put Kay in the car seat and went over to where Lucy was leaning against their black SUV. "Lucy, don't cry." He said, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in for a tight embrace.

She sobbed for a few moments on his chest before she looked up at him and said, "I just don't know what to do with her. She gets hurt and she hurts people and she hates going to church. I know she's just three but…"

"I know. But it'll be better, I promise." Kevin reassured her.

"I don't know if you're right, Kevin. She's always been like this. Always been different. It's because of that stupid disease," she stammered. "She processes things differently than we do."

"Maybe we should take up that offer to get her into a special class to help her with her growing intelligence. It would help us out. And it's only one day a week"

"You think that would help?"

"Yeah"

"Well, then what choice do we have?" Lucy said, looking at her youngest child, so different from the family. She had brunette hair like her Aunt Ruthie, grey eyes like her great-grandpa Charles and medium tan skin, like she had been tanning for an hour. But her differences didn't stop there and Lucy knew that they were going to a strain on the family for years to come, if not forever.