Accidental dreams 07

The lights of the tree in the great room, reflect off the pane overlooking the Sound, giving a pixies sparkly to the far Olympia range panorama. The air mattress floats as the kids sneak peeks at their presents. Dawn will soon be here. Today I have my C-section and the twins get out of my body. They are very active.

Right now, as the grey twilight gives way to the glorious sun, even a light sprinkle of snow on the lawn. Christmas Eve magical glow warms my soul and heart. The kids calm down even the twin boys. Christian is stoked at the prospect of more boys. Teddy is stoked because Dad is stoked. You'd think he was the father: at my brothers this and my brothers that. Even Elliot's speech about pain in the ass kid brothers doesn't deter him one bit.

Christian is with Gail's help getting breakfast on the air mattress under the Christmas tree for us. I smirk at my husband, the Dom. Just plain old sex god Chris now. Sweet and caring, the calm, well our version of calm chaos before the family arrives to herd me to the Hospital. I should be home for Christmas morning if everything goes right.

Christian has rigged the down stairs bedroom as a post maternity ICU, I swear he has hidden a dozen nurse and specialist around my house. Everything should go well. I hope?

Chris and Jason hoist me on to the couch. Waiting the lunch and the family. Grace is still gripping about Teddy's kick during Thanksgiving. How my unstable pregnancy has corrupted her innocent grandchildren. Grandpa T and Grandma T remind her of her preadoption stability or extreme lack of it. Carrick is rolling on the floor over Graces attempt to stay mad and dignified. As Grandma T stories get crazier and crazier.

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Rolling into the hospital, pre-op and the twins kick into high gear, the C-section is delayed till I get my blood pressure under control. Three major Car accident and Charity kids party food poisoning push my operation back till near midnight, so much for Christmas morning at home.

As the clock strikes midnight and Christmas day reaches its first minute, Daniel Thomas Grey is born, followed by Raymond Jason Grey. I bask at my brown-haired grey-green eye sons'. They quickly nurse before dawn breaks,

Christian had the Sumo size bed installed in the hospital room, I watch Christmas dawn thru the mountain facing windows; with my five children and husband about me. Daniel in my arms, RJ in Chris arms. H'se watching me and the kids. "Christian this is the best Christmas ever. I love my presents." Nodding towards my minions.

"Babe; you are always the best thing in my life, the kids are just icing on the life you've given me. I would never have existed without knowing you. I believe fate pushed me off the trail that day. To have you rescue me from the darkness." Leaning over he kiss me. then the boys and finally the three kindergartners; waking they realizing their present are miles away.

The surprise they give me, not caring one bit about the toys and material thing. As they fawn over their new sibling, after rotation thru the bathroom. Christian makes sure they wash their hands and faces. Don't want the new brothers getting sick.

The door nearly flies off its hinges as Elliot, Kate, Jason, Sophie, Gail and friends lug the gifts into the room. Carrick, in Elfin splendor follows with a small potted Christmas tree with blinking lights. Grace hauls in Cooler on wheels, I suspect the Elf costume is pittances for her earlier issues, but she good nature does the time for the crime as Carrick is fond of saying.

The Grand's, directing one of the CPO, wheel in a large stand up piano. Christian starts playing Christmas music as wrapping paper confetti fills the air. The boys are mystically cooing at the multi colored snow falling on us.

Near noon we leave and arrive home. Installed in the downstairs bedroom, Christian has the kids out playing in the snow with their new outdoor toys. Sophie is playing as well. Gail cuddles me, as the security camera follows my happy family. The boys lay in their bassinets, cooing happily. They must be glad to be out of me, and in the bright new world.

I drift dreamily thru the day. Each child spends time with me and the boys. Teddy demands he hold his bro's. Careful Chris and I help him. The girls take a turn, with Phoebe surprising no one as the most maternal, caring one. She will follow Grace into medicine, I have no doubts. Alex can't wait to teach them sports and mischief.

Before she goes she whisper, low into the bassinet "you guys have to protect mommy and daddy. Just like they protect us. But their very fragilely so we have to work twice as hard. Love you both, even when your annoying brats like Teddy." Kissing each forehead and scamper out to play with her siblings.

"so, Chris? we are fragilely? I wonder were she hear that word. Control freak daddy maybe." I fake pout. As daddy spends an hour conniving me thru kissing and tongue duels; it must be some other control freak dad in the kid's kindergarten class.

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Two year later July 10.

I sweat like a pig despite the Air Conditioning. I just had to have one more kid. I already had Christian fixed after Dr. Greene announced I was carrying not one, or two or even three kids this time but four. Four kids, His super sperm is a menace. The Grey Men are a menace, I don't care their adopted, their sperm is menace to society, as Kate is bearing Elliot a second pair of twins due near Halloween.

Her first set was all girls, this set is all boys. While I have four Girls to out vote the boys. Mia is married running a restaurant in Paris with twin six-month-old boys as her and Sawyer work out who's the boss and who follows. A happy civil war of wills. I doubt the kids will ever know a matching set of teacups in their youth.

The C-section is planned for about two hours, as the pre-op shit is worked around me. Chris is corralling with Teddy my two-year-old angels down the hall. The girls are around me on the bed, talking to their unborn sisters about everything they must do, know and the rules.

I laugh uncontrollable as Phoebe explains that younger sister always must do the dishes, and pick up the older, wiser sisters room. Alex is speaking French about how younger sister must always open the door for their elder smarter sister and give half of their cookies as well. Grace sitting next to me, is laughing so hard she falls out of the chair.

The nurse trying to start the IV has to bribe the girls away with candy at the front desk. She can't stick me, laughing like a loon at their antics. Everyone in pre-op is entertained by my clowns. They return crumbs dripping from their mouths. "Cookiessss" I muter in need. Alex sneaks me a half.

Dawn see my four non-identical foursomes, demanding milk. I nurse and use formula. The greed four are going to deny daddy his squirt with his coffee. Home is chaos with the new additions as well as Elliot expansion of the house to give each kid a room, bathroom and personal space.

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Today I am liberated from the clutches of Kids at home. My seventeen-year-old girls, the last of the Grey kids are off to university scattered about the country. Alex is post graduate English Lit in Oxford England, Phoebe, newly master surfer girl, starts her medical residency in dreary Hawaii.

While Teddy surprised everyone by a MBA, and CFA from Stanford following Chris in GEH. Daniel is finishing his masters in languages in Northwestern. While the black sheep of the family RJ just earned his jump wings as newly minted second lieutenant US Army. He has already been accepted into Ranger school, after graduating WestPoint two years early.

I spend my first kid free day wandering Pike Market, relaxing after the horrors of four teenage girls, angst, love, lost, the trauma of fades and styles. Mia was band for two years after corrupting them in fashion. Poor Chris had to double his salary to pay off the girls black Amex cards.

Walking along, shadow by Wallace my CPO. I meander the Market, sampling and just enjoying the Sunny Summer day. Exiting out the lower section; I meander down northern walkway along the Sound. Stopping to feed the birds at the Great White Fleet pier.

"You BrAt, ruin my life, you ungrateful bastard!" echoes across the pier. Turning, I see a small boy being kicked towards the railing by an out of control couple. His battered body bangs the railing, I see a mist of blood, running towards the demented couple. The man picks up the boy; punches his face, sending him over the rail into the Sound.

I dive over the railing coming up with the child, Wallace is screaming into his cell phone. I turn seeing a fishing boat moving towards me. A young boy on the fore deck with a life ring and rope. They arrive as two shark fins break the surface.

In the boat, I find the child is a girl, beaten, burned and scar's all over her chest and back. I hug her to me. I am never letting her go, whispering love and motherly emotions. Arriving at the Aquarium pier, Christian is waiting with EMTs'. I carry my newest child off the boat, dock, pier to the waiting ambulance.

A week later, I take my adopted daughter Tiffany Eloisa Grey home. The start of my second round of kids, by our thirty anniversary; I have another five added to my home. All kids the system failed or abandon. Each will go on to be caring adults and have a good life.

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Sitting on my couch surrounded by my grand-kids and great-grand-kids; I read the "Night before Christmas". Chris lounges on the next couch surround by our kids. Friends and family fill out the room. My mind wanders back to the day at the mountain lake. When a certain god crash thru my painting easel. The look, feelings of our first touch. The total swelling of need, love, safety of that moment in our eyes. I smile off into the Christmas light sparkling portrait of our family in dark pane glass of the great room. "Grandma Anna, the story" spouts my great-grand daughter Anastasia Ella Grey. I smile into my namesake's blue eyes. tweaking her nose. I look about me. "I love you all, my family, especial my Accidental Husband. Who made my life a dream."

The end