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Thanks so much for the reviews guys, I'm so happy that y'all like this story. Well, here's the next chapter. It isn't much and it really isn't that good but I'm kinda stuck as to what to do next. I have a lot of plans for the story it's just getting the story to the point where I want it. Well, anyway, if you have any suggestions let me know and please review. Sorry it's taken so long for an update but I've been working so much lately. Please let me know what you think, thanks!
Sandy remembered every time Kirsten had passed out. The first time was on their second date when she had done one too many tequila shooters. He had carried her back to her dorm where he had been a perfect gentleman by putting her to bed with her clothes still on. He had placed a bottle of water and a bottle of Aspirin on the bedside table with a note for her to call him the next morning. He had waited for her to call until noon and when he finally became so worried about her he went over to her dorm. She had answered the door still in her clothes from the night before, looking like hell. She had invited him in and apologized for getting so drunk the night before and for not calling him. He had told her it was all right and had went to get her a cup of coffee from her favorite coffee shop. When he had returned Kirsten still looked as bad as she had but smiled in appreciation when he handed her the coffee. Sandy returned the smile but both of their smiles had disappeared when Kirsten suddenly vomited on Sandy's shoes. Ever since that moment Sandy had teased her about being the girl from the Exorcist. Kirsten still denied that anything of the sort had ever happened.
There had been many more times since they were married that Kirsten had passed out, all but one of the times due to the large amounts of alcohol she had consumed. Most after they would come home from a Newpsie function or while driving home from one of the endless galas or parties or benefits. The only other time Kirsten had passed out was when she had been six months pregnant and had skipped breakfast. Sandy and she had went crib shopping and after looking at what Sandy was sure was one thousand cribs they had finally found the perfect one. Just as Sandy turned to get a sales clerk to help them with it he had saw in the corner of his eye as Kirsten began to sway. He had quickly caught her and taken her to her doctor. She and the baby were both fine she just needed to eat breakfast. That was why when she had been pregnant with Sophie Sandy had made sure that Kirsten did not skip a meal.
As Sandy sat on the edge of the bed, holding Kirsten's hand, he was too wrapped up in the earlier events to see her eyes begin to flutter. It was only when he felt the bed shift under her weight that he looked at her. She was lying in bed, her eyes red from crying as more tears streamed down her face.
"Sandy!" She chocked as she sat up in bed.
"Oh honey, are you ok?" Sandy asked as he quickly wrapped his arms around her. Kirsten's only response were the sobs that escaped her. Sandy rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo.
"Sandy, is Sophie all right?" Kirsten asked, quickly pulling away from Sandy as she remembered Sophie walking in on the scene in the living room.
"Julie's with her right now. She's trying to calm her down!" Sandy answered.
"I have to go check on her. She was running a fever earlier!" Kirsten said as she quickly stood out of bed. As Kirsten stood up the room began to spin and her legs felt very heavy.
"Kirsten!" Sandy said worriedly as he stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist, steadying her.
"Sandy, I need to check on Sophie!" Kirsten said as she pulled away from Sandy and began walking out of the room, having to hold onto the bedside table for support. Sandy quickly followed her, worried that there was something more serious wrong with her than just the stress of the days events.
Blake still slept soundly at the foot of Sophie's bed, wrapped in her baby blanket, clutching his Curious George doll to his chest. Julie could not believe that Blake could sleep through Sophie's loud screaming and crying. Julie continued to try and soothe Sophie as she walked the little girl around her bedroom, almost at her wits end.
"I WANT MY MOMMY!" Sophie screamed once again, still trying to fight Julie's grip on her.
"Sophie, sweetie, your Mommy is fine I promise but you need to calm down. You can see your Mommy soon, I promise!" Julie said as she continued to rub the little girl's back. Sophie continued to cry into Julie's shoulder when the door opened.
"Oh Sandy thank Go…." Julie stopped in mid-sentence, surprised to see Caleb standing in the doorway. "What the hell are you still doing here? I thought you'd leave!" Julie hissed at Caleb. Caleb stood in the doorway a moment, trying to think of something to say to calm Julie and Sophie.
"I thought you might need some help with her!" Caleb said as he entered the bedroom. "JuJu, please let me explain!"
"Don't call me JuJu!" Julie spat, walking over to the bed to check on Blake.
"Julie, I'm sorry! Please just let me try and calm my Granddaughter!" Caleb said, walking toward Julie and Sophie.
"Get away from them!" Kirsten's voice shocked both Julie and Caleb.
"MOMMY!" Sophie yelled, wriggling free from Julie and running past Caleb. Sophie quickly leapt into her mother's arms and wrapped her arms around Kirsten's neck.
"Sweetie, are you ok?" Kirsten asked Sophie as she kissed her forehead, relieved that Sophie no longer had a fever.
"Yeah!" Sophie sniffled as she buried her face into Kirsten's neck.
"Kirsten, may I please see my Granddaughter?" Caleb asked, quietly as he turned to face Kirsten.
"No! You don't have a granddaughter, you don't have a grandson, and you don't have a daughter. My father died five years ago!" Kirsten's voice was frigid as she spoke, her words cutting into Caleb's heart like small, ice daggers. "Get him out of here Sandy!" Kirsten ordered as she carried Sophie out of the bedroom.
"Kirsten!" Caleb called after Kirsten.
"Caleb, I think you need to leave. Kirsten needs time to cool down, adjust to the fact that you aren't dead and that she has been mourning a live man for five years. Just go!" Sandy said as he moved aside for Caleb to leave.
"All right, but I'll be back in a few days. I'm not going to lose my daughter!" Caleb said and quickly exited the bedroom. Sandy stood in the doorway of Sophie's room until he heard the front door close behind him. Sandy then turned to face Julie as she continued to stand over Blake, looking out the window.
"How's he gonna get to where he's going?" Julie asked, still facing the window.
"He'll probably take a cab. He's staying at a nearby hotel!" Sandy answered as he turned to leave.
"Sandy!" Julie said as she began following him.
"Yeah Julie?" Sandy asked, turning to face her. Sandy was not met with an answer, instead all Sandy saw Julie's hair sweep in front of her face as she brought her hand across his face with a loud smacking noise.
"You son of a bitch, you knew and you didn't tell anyone?!" Julie hissed and quickly walked past Sandy, more than likely off in search of Kirsten. Sandy stood in the doorway still awe struck that Julie had slapped him. Then again, after everything Sandy had invited into their house Sandy knew he deserved the slap and much more. He knew he should have never went to meet Caleb and that he should not have brought him back to the house.