This is the continuation of my Lone Male fanfiction. I realized that George and Emily aren't really compatible, at least not anymore. I think they'd make great friends, but, it the meantime, he's back with Effie. Here, I explain the 3 Newsome-Crabtree children, as George Crabtree and his son are once again the Lone Males in the family. Complete with fluff scenes chapters and list of names at the end. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: Faith Helen Crabtree- August 15th, 1913
Effie Newsome-Crabtree was now 9 months pregnant with her and George's first child. She was at home, just pacing. George had made her take off leave when she started her 9th month, and then for 2 more months on maternity leave. Effie was bored out of her mind not being able to do anything. So, she just paced around the house, thinking of her baby, and just wishing it could be born so she could at least do something. Something other than pacing. Effie was reading in their library on March 15th, 1912. She was due any day now. George was at work at Station House 4. It was about noon. Effie got up to make herself a sandwich when a sudden sharp pain when across her stomach. She screamed out and fell on the floor. As more pains kept, she cried for her husband, but remembered he was at work. For a while, she sat on the floor trying to get up, counting how long the pain lasted on her watch and breathing. Eventually, she reached the telephone. 'Operater!' she cried. 'Call Station House 4!'
George was in a particularly good mood, as they had just finished a murder case. He was just pacing around with a huge smile on his face. Any day now, he would be a father. A father to the love of his life and his child, which would be absolutely perfect and beautiful. He had been worrying about not being a good father, but Effie told him her fears about being à bad mother. It made him feel (slightly) better. 'Crabtree, you're far too happy today. What's going on?' asked Brackenreid. 'Oh sir, I'm going to be a father! I'm going to have a child! I'm going to have a family!' said George. 'Let me tell you, George, it's very rewarding, but very hard when you have to stay up in the middle of the night.' said Murdoch, holding 1 year old Susannah and passing her to Julia. 'I second that.' said Constable Higgins. 'Jordan and Henry II are a handful, but they're worth it. The other day, Jordan ran around the house trying to escape a changing.' Everybody snickered. 'You know, Crabtree, we've got no case. Go see Effie at home.' said Brackenreid. 'Really? Oh, thank you sir!' said George. Just after he stepped out and ran home, the phone rang.
Effie was crying as she waited for someone to pick up the phone. 'Station House 4, this is Detective Murdoch.' Murdoch said. 'Detective…' her voice trembled. 'Tell George to wait, I'm coming over there.' 'Alright.' he said, slightly suspicious. Murdoch ran out of the Station, on the swelteringly hot day. 'George!' he panted. 'George!' He finally turned around. 'Detective, what is it?' he asked. 'Effie wants you, she's coming to the Station.' His eyes widened. Was this the time? Was today going to be the day he became a father. He raced back to the Station and waited. She still wasn't there. He telephoned her again. 'Effie, where are you?!' he said. 'George, I'm coming!' she told him, hanging up. He knew something might be up, so he dashed back to his house instead while Effie walked to the Station. Once she got to the Station, she leaned heavily on the wall. 'Miss Newsome, are you sure you should be running around like that?' commented the Inspector. 'Where's….George?' she said. 'Went back to your house to find you.' said the Inspector. 'Oh god.' It continued for a while, as they kept dashing between the station and their house until while George was running to the station, he found Effie labouring in a nearby alleyway. 'George..' she said. He tried to help her out of the alley but she stopped him. 'George, you're too late. This baby is coming right no-' she said before screaming. 'I feel t-the h-head going down the- OH MY GOD!' He hid her behing a clothesline, took off his coat and put it under her, and helped her breathe. He saw the baby was already half way out. George didn't have to say anything- Effie was already following her instincts and pushing by herself. It was a few minutes before the baby shot out and he catched it. 'I-it's-my- girl...' George stammered. The baby has already calmed by the sight of her father, and tried to smile in a strange way. He held her to his chest as Effie finished with the afterbirth. They watched their daughter together and realized that this little person was theirs.
After a hospital stop and a promise to bedrest after, they went to the station. Everyone was very surprised to see them holding a baby while George wore a bloody coat. They had named her Faith. They'd remember this day for the rest of their lives.
Chapter 2: Philip William Crabtree- December 7th, 1914
Effie was pregnant with her and George's 2nd child. It was December 7th. They'd been getting weather warnings for a bad snow storm with 6 feet of snow, so George was promising to stay home more often. The last thing Effie wanted was a repeat of the 3 hours she waited for George to come home when she had Faith, so he'd promised to stay home more often lately. The Station was closing soon, and it was George's last day. Effie worried- George was supposed to be home 20 minutes earlier. So she dressed Faith and herself warmly and made her way to the station. As she got there, George greeted her. 'Hello, Effie!" said George once he saw her. 'Hello, George.' she responded. George took his daughter out of her arms gently. 'How's Faith today?' he asked. 'She's alright. She's been a bit rambunctious lately- probably excited to have someone to play with.' said Effie. 'I'd be excited as well.' said George. Effie's heart warmed when George picked up the baby. He was such a natural as a father. The almost-2 year old giggled when in her father's arms. 'Where have you been, I was worrying about you!' said Effie. 'I was just about to head home, actually.' said George. 'Should we head home now, Mr Crabtree?' asked Effie jokingly. 'Yes, we should, Mrs Crabtree.' replied George jokingly. They were about to head out the door but they saw snow. A lot of it. George tried to open the door but it wouldn't. He pressed on it, nothing. 'George! Look in the window!" said Effie. Snow piled up already 5 feet up the window. 'Good god!' said George. 'What are we to do now!' panicked Effie. 'Sir! Inspector! Sirs! The snow storm is upon us! There's already 3 feet of snow outside! We can't go home! We're trapped in the Station!" said George. Murdoch and the Inspector rushed out of their offices. 'What, did you say, Geo-' started Detective Murdoch. He stopped when he saw the snow. 'Good grief!' said Murdoch. 'How the bloody hell did we get this much snow so fast?' said the Inspector. 'I don't know, sir, but we're trapped in here! The door won't budge!' said George. 'Let the dog see the rabbit.' said Brackenreid, giving George his cane. Inspector Brackenreid pressed on the door and pushed it, but it didn't work. 'You're right. We're stuck.' Julia came out of the morgue in the commotion. 'What on Earth is going on?' asked Julia. She looked at the windows which were almost entirely covered with snow. 'Oh, my god!' said Julia, approaching the windows, holding Susannah. 'Thank heavens you brought Faith with you, Effie.' said George. 'I couldn't just leave her at home, could I?' said Effie. 'Hopefully the storm will cease soon. I'm going to telephone Margaret to tell her I won't be home for dinner.' said Inspector Brackenreid. He went into his office and called Margaret. Everyone else was staring at the windows which were now entirely covered with snow. 'It doesn't look like this storm will cease soon, where are we going to sleep?' said Julia. 'I have no idea.' said Murdoch.
An hour later everything that showed the outside only showed snow and it was starting to get cold in the Station. Luckily, a lot of Constables had taken off leave when the weather alarm started and other than Brackenreid, George, Effie, Henry, Murdoch, Julia, Watts, Faith, Sussanah, and Irene, no one was in the Station. 'I'm going to telephone my Roo-berry-pie.' said Henry. George rolled his eyes and Henry went for the telephone. 'Julia, go in my office. You'll find a machine that can be placed underneath the Station door that will keep out cold air and heat the building. It's on my desk.' said Murdoch. Julia nodded and got the machine. 'It should hold us for a while.' said Murdoch. 'Well, obviously, we can't sleep now, but more importantly, there's no food or water in here.' said Brackenreid. 'I can get water from the morgue,' said Julia. 'And I'm sure Watts has a pretzel or two hidden somewhere.' 'It looks like we'll be here for a while. I'll go telephone Margaret.' said the Inspector. As he left, the 3 babies suddenly started crying. Susannah, Faith, and Irene starting wailing hysterically. Watts rocked his 6 month old daughter, Murdoch tried singing to Susannah, and George let Faith suck on his finger, but none of it worked. It had descended into complete chaos. 'Murdoch, Doctor, you can sleep in Murdoch's office. Constables will sleep in the Morgue. Higgins, you sleep on the entrance floor. I'll sleep the filing room. Crabtree, Mrs, you sleep in my office along with Sophia and Evelyn. You can have my office because Effie's with child and needs it. No complaining, Constables. Including you, Higgins.' said the Inspector. 'Thank you, Inspector.' said George. They got out sleeping bags. It was now 8pm and the snow showed no sign of stopping. They were working on à case before but decided to pause it until the snow storm ceased. Julia put away the body (to the Constables relief). There was nothing to do so everyone was just staying in their designated space. 'George?' asked Effie. 'Yes?' he said. "I feel strange.' said Effie. 'So do I. We're sleeping in the Inspector's office!' said George. 'No, not that...I think the baby might be coming.' said Effie calmly. 'What?!' said George as he sat up quickly. 'Oh god. I'm all wet. The baby's coming!' said Effie as she cried out in pain. 'Sweet mother of-!' said George. George helped Effie get up and out of the sleeping bag. She sat on the Inspector's chair in pain. 'Sirs! Effie went into labour!' said George, screaming out of the office. 'You're serious? Can this situation get any bloody worse!' said Inspector Brackenreid. 'I'm serious!' said George. 'Doctor Ogden! Effie went into labour-you'll need to deliver the baby!' said the Inspector. 'You're serious?' said Julia, coming out of Murdoch's office. 'Why would I be joking?!' said George. 'I only ever delivered Ruth's baby, and that was once!' 'Please!' 'Alright, alright. I'll be in the morgue, bring Effie there.' said Julia. George nodded and helped Effie up. He ran to the morgue and put her on the table where Julia was waiting. 'Oi! Constables! Get out of the Morgue, now! Into my office, all of you! You'll stay in there until the baby is born, and anyone who comes out will have major consequences! You too, Higgins!' said Inspector Brackenreid. All the Constables grabbed their sleeping bags and rushed out of the Morgue. They went into the Inspector's office, Henry joining. It was very full in there, with 8 constables, but it was alright. They closed the blinds and lied down in their sleeping bags. George had Sophia and Evelyn in his hands. 'Detective Murdoch, could you take Sophia?!' said George. 'Of course, George!' said Murdoch, taking them and going into his office. Murdoch took care of 3 children while in his office. Faith was crying hysterically because she missed her mother, Susannah was bothered by the sound of the heating machine, and Irene screamed for Watts. Meanwhile, George grabbed Effie's hand. 'Alright Effie, I can see the head, I think you should start pushing.' said Julia. Effie's face turned red as she held her breath and pushed. 'Don't hold your breath, you'll make it worse. Breathe deeply.' said Julia. Effie followed her command as she would do anything now to take away the pain. 'That's right, continue! I see the shoulders!' said Julia. 'Come on, Effie, you can do it!' said George. Effie let out a blood-thinning scream, which made the babies cry even more. After a few more cries, they finally heard the signal of relief. 'It's a boy!' cried Julia. 'A boy!' cried George. 'I'm going to have a son!'
As Julia handed him to them, they saw he had small tuffs of auburn hair and hazel eyes. 'Do you want to name him Charles?' asked Effie. 'No…I think he looks like a Philip.' said George. 'Unless you don't like that.' 'No, it's perfect. Philip William Crabtree.' she said. A while later, after Effie had woken up from a nap, they came outside together. 'Boy or girl?' Murdoch asked. 'Meet our son,' they said together. 'Philip William Crabtree.'
Chapter 3: Carla Anne Crabtree- March 8th, 1916
Faith and Philip got along very well, to the delight of Effie and George. They never fought. They had à happy life at their house, 1819 Pinebrook Avenue. The house had 5 bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a drawing room, a dining room, sitting room, and a porch. George and Effie payed for it together- the house cost a year's salary from George and half a small fortune from the Wexford Newsomes. It was decorated Victorian style. The house had two floors with spiraly stairs. The top floor had all the bedrooms and à porch, the bottom floor everything else. They wanted to have 3 children- so the 4th bedroom was for guests. Effie was pregnant again with their last child. They had decided not to think of a name. They had also planned for Effie to get her ovaries removed after so they couldn't have any kids anymore. Their two were already a handful. As they were used to the process, the months seemed to fly by. They opened a room and talked to their kids. Faith and Philip argued all the time about the baby, because it was going to be the tie-breaker- two girls or two boys. 'Please... I want a girl! Sister!' nagged their 6 year old daughter. 'No! A boy! There's too many girls in this family.' said Philip. George bursted out laughing. 'Make it a boy!" screamed Philip. 'Girl!' shreeked Faith. 'Kids! We can't change or decide the gender.' said Effie. 'Can you make it twins? Then we can both be equal!' they said together. Effie and George's faces went white. 'This damn baby can't be a twin.' said Effie in a death voice.
Once the birth went around, it was a grueling 22 hours of screaming, cursing, and crying. Once she was finally out, Effie was put under for a oophorectomy. She woke up and had a beautiful daughter.
The baby girl had à few light brown-golden hairs and gray eyes. 'What do you want to name her this time?' asked George. 'Carla. It's the female version of the name Charles, which we didn't get to use.' said Effie. 'I like it.' said George. 'Could we, ah, use Anne for her middle name? It's one of the my aunt's name.' he said with a pleading grin. 'Well, alright.' Effie said. After introducing the baby to everyone, they only had one thing on their mind.
'Philip is not going to be happy.'
Chapter 4: Adjusting
The Crabtrees were in general a very happy family. George went to work as a detective every day and Effie as a lawyer. Faith and Philip were old enough to go to preschool, and Carla stayed home with a nanny. At 5pm, Effie and George would come back home and Effie would pay the nanny, while George went to the preschool to pick up his two oldest children. When George came home with them, Effie would start making dinner and they'd always eat at around 5:45. They spent time together as a family until 6:30 pm, which was bedtime for 2-year-old Carla. Then at 6:50, 4-year-old Philip would go to bed and then at 7:15, it was 5-year-old Faith's turn. Effie and George had the rest of the time by themselves. It was a very practical routine for them and they'd grown quite used to it.
The Crabtrees grew up to be a loving family. Luckily, they didn't have any more children. Every Crabtree was different. They had:
Esther who was the builder, who loved to make things,
Philip who was the painter and artsy one,
Carla who was the hilarious actor and tomboy,
and George and Effie, the imperfect pair as parents.
Chapter 5: Fluff scenes
Moving day
It was a special day at the Crabtree household. That day, they were moving to a bigger house to have more space. It was a chaotic day, with every kid behind on packing, but the Murdochs helped.
'Philip, are you done packing?!' screamed Effie. 'I don't want to leave!' cried back the 8-year-old. 'I want to stay!' he stomped. 'Carla, I know you're hiding, get out your suitcases!' screamed George, taking some boxes down the stairs as the 6 and a half year old hid in her closet. 'I don't want to gooooo!' she screamed. 'Everyone, come on!' commanded Faith. She was the oldest, most responsible, and definitely most obedient daughter. She ran down the stairs to join her mother, and for a moment, George smiled. Faith had inherited Effie's height, and even at the age of 10, she was already approaching 5 feet 2 inches. She was holding two suitcases along with a backpack. 'Aunt William and Aunt Julia are here!' she cried, running towards them. Her best friend for a long time had been the only son of the couple, Daniel. 'George, get them down here!' Effie screamed. 'Sorry, there's some hesitation to leave from the others.' 'It's fine,' Julia smiled courteously. Her arm was secured over her daughter's waist. The currently 13 year old Susannah looked like a twin to her mother- same blond hair and smile, though she had William's brown eyes. Before they could speak, George came down the stairs, running after two squealing children. Philip and Carla had been refusing to leave, and George was carrying both their suitcases while trying to keep up with them. Effie nabbed them both before George tripped. 'How can they be so -gasp- fast?' panted George. He caught his breath. 'Don't run in this house! The people buying it won't be happy if you break the stairs.' The two giggled. 'Okay, it's time to leave!' said Effie. They both started crying. 'I don't want to leave! Leave us here forever, and we will take care of ourselves!' cried Philip. 'And survive off of candy! YAY!' screamed Carla. 'No.' said Faith. They heard a honk. 'That's the moving truck! Faith, can you sit in the moving truck? I don't trust the other 2 not to bounce too much and break the silverware.' Faith nodded, getting a seat in the truck waiting for everyone. 'Carla, you can go with the Murdochs.' said Effie. 'Yay!' she screamed, squeezing Murdoch's legs. 'Um…don't worry. She'll let go..eventually.' said George. 'And we'll take care of Philip.' The Murdoch's and Crabtrees walked.
As they approached their house, they were amazed. It was a Newsome mansion (though George hoped it didn't mean all the Newsomes had to come visit). It was one of the smallest ones they owned. 'This is a palace!' screamed Carla, dancing around in the living room as soon as the doors opened. 'Wheres my room? These are heavy.' said Philip, mentioning his suitcases. 'Maybe they wouldn't be so heavy if you'd agreed to us holding all your art supplies.' said Effie. 'It's very delicate!' he complained. 'We haven't chosen everyone's room yet. All we know is apparently, the children's bedrooms are supposed to be on the second floor. And the guest bedrooms, master bedroom, and library is on the top floor.' said Effie. 'So you know what floor we're on, at least. I'll go put my suitcases up there.' said Faith. 'We'll go look at all the rooms.' said George. They all went to the second floor. 'You both, obviously, have three choices.' said Effie. They entered a room that was straight in front of the top of the stairs. 'You have this room.' said Effie. It was a room with very large windows and open space. 'This is my room!' Philip called. 'Perfect light to paint and draw.' 'Alright then, Carla. This room is yours.' said George and Effie, exiting Philip's room. 'Perfect!' said Carla. 'So, Faith, that's your room. It's big enough for you, since you're older now.' said Effie. 'Thank you!' said Faith, quickly bursting in to lay down her suitcases.
With that day, the Crabtrees moved.
Babysitting
It was an autumn day. Effie and George were in the hospital as Effie was delivering their third child. So, Ruth, Henry, Murdoch, Julia, and Watts were taking care of their 2 children along with theirs. All together, there were 8 kids- Faith, Philip, Irene, Jordan, Henry II, Roger II, Susannah, and Daniel. Their house was full of children running around, crying, screaming, or breaking things. Even with 5 adults, the situation was out of control. Roger II had just ripped off his diaper and was tumbling around the house. Philip was being sat on by Daniel. 'Roger, come BACK HERE!' Henry screamed, chasing after the little boy. 'Owwwww! Thomasine hit me!' screamed Henry II. 'I-want-to-see-MOMMY!' screamed Faith. Jordan smashed keys on the piano while simultaniously jumping up to the fireplace, knocking off and breaking the small statue of a toucan. Murdoch and Julia looked at each other. 'I never liked that thing anyway.' Murdoch admitted, picking up a squirming Jordan. 'MOMMMMMY! I'm stuck in the bed!' screamed Susannah. Julia rushed to get her daughter out of the rollout bed. Irene was trying a cartwheel in the middle of the living room, banging on the wall. 'STOP IT!' they all screamed. The children fell silent. Julia and Ruth took all the boys to one room while Murdoch and Henry took the girls to the other. The kids gave them each a death stare.
A/N:
I hope you enjoyed this story. I loved making it, as George gets the short end of the stick all the time. I love Geffie- the oddball couple. Let me know what you thought it the reviews.
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