Guys, I'm still alive, it's okay. Yeah...this chapter took me sooo much longer than I thought it would. I think maybe because it's alot of fluff, and I've actually gotten used to writing a jucier plot thanks to all the adventure stuff that happened in the past chapters of this story. The end of this chapter IS super dramatic though. Least I think so. You guys can tell me what you think ;)
Last time, Ash and Misty bonded with their new baby girl, who Aiden decided looked like an Elizabeth. She still, however, doesn't have a middle name, which is still up for debate. But first, it's time for Elizabeth to meet the rest of her family and friends! Wonder how that will work out...
"I have such pretty girls, don't I?"
Michelle giggled, leaning her head back against Ash's chest. She was being held in his lap and secured by his left arm, while Elizabeth, who had fallen back asleep sometime in the past 20 minutes, was being cradled in his right.
"I'm so lucky to have such beautiful daughters!" Ash continued, rocking them back and forth. "But I suppose it's because they look like their Mommy, huh?"
Michelle laughed again and turned around to bury her face in Ash's shirt as she cried out, "Daddy!" in mock embarrassment.
"Actually, Ash, I don't think Elizabeth looks like me," Misty shook her head.
"Huh?" Ash looked towards Misty, his eyes growing wide. "Of course she looks like you, Mist! She's beautiful!"
"Well, of course she's beautiful," Misty smirked. "But you only think she looks like me because she has my coloring. When I look at her face…I see you, Ash. She looks like a female version of you, but with red hair, green eyes, and lighter skin."
"So she looks more like you," Ash raised an eyebrow.
"No!" Misty groaned. "She has my coloring. You know, the hair and the eyes. But her mouth, her nose, her ears, the shape of her face…those are all yours."
"I don't think so," Ash was eyeing Misty as though she were crazy.
"I mean it! If she had black hair and brown eyes, she would look just like Aiden did as a baby! You're just not seeing it because of the red hair and green eyes."
"Misty, she's way too cute of a girl to look like me," Ash shook his head.
"Well then, you're wrong, because you make a pretty good looking girl," Misty giggled.
"Fine," Ash was blushing such a bright shade of red now it looked as if he'd been painted, "if you think Elizabeth looks so much like me, we'll just have to bring our friends in here and see what they say!"
"I'd be happy to," Misty grinned. "They're all going to agree with me anyway."
Huffing, Ash pulled Michelle off of him and gently placed her back on the bed, patting her head before walking over to Misty's side in order to hand off the baby. Because of the stitches in her stomach, Misty was having difficulty leaning forward or doing much movement at all, so anytime she wanted the baby, Ash would have to get up and give her Elizabeth that way.
"I'll go get them now," Ash stood back up to his full height.
"That's fine," Misty gently stroked Elizabeth's cheek. "Just don't bring too many at once. Even though I think Elizabeth likes to be the center of attention, I don't want her to get scared. She wasn't as used to hearing their voices as she was to hearing you, me, and the twins."
"Okay, no problem," Ash nodded. He looked at his two older children, who were laying in the bed on their stomachs and coloring on some paper that Tracey had given them. "Aiden, Michelle, do you wanna stay here with Mommy?"
"Uh huh," the children answered simultaneously.
With that settled, Ash turned on a heel and walked out of the room, down the hallway and into the waiting room. Many of their visitors had fallen asleep, causing Ash to chuckle. He first set his eyes on his mother, and once he saw she was awake, beamed and jumped over to her.
Hearing her son's footsteps, Delia looked up at the happy man and giggled sweetly. "Hello there, Ashy! Do you need something, sweetheart?"
"Yes," Ash grinned. "You."
"Me?" Delia pointed at herself and looked bewildered.
"Yes you," Ash chuckled. "Come on, I wanna show you something!"
"What?"
"My baby," Ash smiled boldly.
"Are you sure?" Delia's eyes widened at this. "Is Misty okay with it? I don't want to overwork her."
"She's fine, Mom. She wants everyone to see Elizabeth!"
"Elizabeth?" Delia asked quietly. "That's her name?"
"Oops, I forgot to mention that," Ash nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, we named her Elizabeth. Aiden came up with it! We're still working on a middle name, though."
"Oh, of course I would love to see her!" Delia jumped up and clasped her hands together. "I could even bring her the presents I was going to give Misty at the baby shower yesterday!"
"P…presents?" Ash stuttered. He suddenly realized he had yet to get anything for Elizabeth yet. Ash had gotten the twins presents when they were first born, so it was only right to do it for Elizabeth too. But he hadn't had any time yet. What was he going to do? Would Misty notice?
"Ash, are you coming?"
The Pokémon master looked up and noticed his mother standing in front of the doors that led to the hallway.
"Uh…yeah," Ash nodded. "Right behind you!"
He followed behind the older brunette, brimming with excitement over the simple thought that his mother was about to meet her little granddaughter for the first time. They reached Misty's room and Ash eagerly opened the door, standing aside to let his mother in first.
Delia waltzed into the room and beamed at Misty, slowly lowering her eyes to the little pink bundle in her daughter in law's arms.
"Hello Misty," Delia greeted softly.
"Hi Delia," Misty smiled. "Did you come to see the baby?"
"Elizabeth?" Delia questioned with sparkling eyes.
"Yes," Misty giggled. "Elizabeth…something Ketchum."
At this, Delia laughed and moved over to the bed, gently stroking Misty's hair as she looked down at the face of the newborn baby girl. The older woman gasped as tears filled her eyes. Delia whimpered happily and raised a hand near her mouth, trying her hardest to keep the tears of joy from slipping out of her russet eyes.
"Misty," Delia whispered, "she's so beautiful!"
"Isn't she?" Misty grinned. "I think she looks so much like Ash."
"Not even," Ash muttered under his breath.
"Oh, Misty, she does!" Delia squealed.
"What?" Ash shot his mother an incredulous stare.
"If she had black hair and slightly darker skin, she would look just like Ash when he was a baby!" Delia trilled. "They have the same face! How precious!"
"Mom, Elizabeth looks like Misty!" Ash whined.
"Yes, as far as coloring is concerned," Delia nodded. "But this is literally what you looked like as a baby! That tiny little nose, oh my goodness! I don't believe it!"
"Me either," Ash rolled his eyes. "Lizzie does not look like me."
"Oh, shush Ash, you don't know what you're talking about," Delia glared at her son.
"Delia, do you want to hold her?" Misty looked up at her mother in law.
"I would love to, if you don't mind of course!"
"Not at all," Misty laughed gently. "I trust you with this little girl more than anyone else in the world. I just need you to bend down and take her. Moving is a little difficult for me at the moment."
"Oh dear, I completely forgot to ask you! How terrible of me!" Delia held onto her head as she shook it. "Are you feeling alright, Misty?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," Misty nodded. "Just really sore. But I'll live, I'm sure." She smiled at the older woman, who giggled and reached over to take the baby.
Cooing, Delia began to cuddle the child, hugging her close and rubbing their noses together. After a few minutes, Elizabeth's eyes opened, and Delia finally realized that they were a deep, piercing green.
"Aww, she even has the same color eyes as her Mommy!" Delia gently rocked the baby. "How beautiful! What a lovely girl!"
Elizabeth looked up at the older woman, and quickly felt very unsafe. She didn't know who this lady was, and she didn't recognize her voice either. Where was her Mommy? That's who Elizabeth knew! Her lip beginning to quiver, it only took a matter of seconds for the baby to burst out into tears, wailing as she thrashed her head around in a desperate search for her mother.
"Oh, what it is darling?" Delia asked the infant. "You don't want to be held by Grammy? Is that it?"
Elizabeth began to cry a little more loudly, turning her head away from Delia as she sobbed and screamed. Aiden and Michelle both grimaced and covered their ears, not quite liking how loud their little sister could get.
"I'm so sorry, Delia!" Misty fretted. She felt awful that the baby was freaking out in the kind woman's grasp. She knew that Delia hadn't done anything to upset the baby. "I don't know what's wrong, I'm so sorry!"
"Dear, there's no need to get worked up over it!" Delia giggled as she handed the baby back to her mother. Once back in Misty's arms, Elizabeth looked up at the gym leader's face and slowly began to settle down. "She's a newborn. The whole world is a very scary place for her right now. I'm sure she just feels safest with her Mommy!"
Elizabeth hiccupped as the flow of tears stopped, turning her head in order to bury her face in Misty's chest.
"Okay baby," Misty whispered to the little thing, pressing her hand against the back of his head. "Don't worry, everything is okay! That's just your Grammy, and she loves you very much, just like me and Daddy!"
"Oh, speaking of which, I brought baby Elizabeth a few things!" Delia grinned, showing off the pink gift bag to a stunned Misty.
"Mom, coming from you, a few things really means a whole bunch of things," Ash smirked. "How are you spoiling this kid already?"
"Because she's my granddaughter!" Delia giggled. "Besides, these were meant as baby shower gifts from yesterday! I haven't even gotten Elizabeth's real first present yet!"
"That's so sweet of you, Delia," Misty smiled appreciatively at her mother-in-law as she reached out with one arm and took the bag. "Thank you very much!"
"Why don't you go ahead and open it?" Delia clasped her hands together. "I want to know what you think of them!"
"I would love to…" Misty trailed off uncertainly as she looked down at the baby in her arms. Opening the present would be next to impossible this way. Misty was afraid to give Elizabeth to someone else to hold, since the baby seemed to be testy that morning. "Oh, I know! Aiden, Michelle, would you like to see what Grammy got for Elizabeth?"
"You want us to open the present, Mommy?" Aiden pointed at himself and blinked.
"Yes, that would help me out a lot," Misty grinned at her young son. "What do you say?"
"Okay!" Aiden jumped for the present, quickly grabbing the bag and pulling it onto his lap. Misty giggled as the boy tore open the bag and began to rifle through it. You didn't really have to ask him twice if he wanted to open a present, regardless of whether it was for him or not. "Aiden, let your sister help out!"
"She can," Aiden didn't even look up at his mother. "But she's just sittin' there!"
"Cause you're keepin' it all to yourself!" Michelle retorted. She basically had to get into her brother's lap to reach into the bag and pull something out: a frilly pink and white dress with a matching clip-in bow.
"Ew, it's girly," Aiden stuck his tongue out.
"Well, that's because Elizabeth is a girl, sweetie," Misty giggled. "She won't like the same things that you do. I happen to think that dress is very, very cute!"
The next outfit Michelle pulled out was a pair of pink footed pajamas, with three darker pink bows lining the front of the garment. Ash was observing the two outfits, standing there with wide eyes and a quickly beating heart. Not even Michelle's baby outfits had been that girly. What was he supposed to do with a bunch of bows and frills?
Among the other outfits was a little white sundress embroidered with pink and green flowers, a pink bathing suit with ruffles on the back, a pair of pink sandals with a flower on the front of each, and a white sunhat with a pink flower right above the hat's ruffled edge.
"Wow Mom, that sure is a lot of pink…" Ash commented statically.
"Well of course!" Delia chirped. "Elizabeth is a sweet little girl! She's going to wear lots and lots of pink!"
"They're all so cute," Misty beamed, "but I feel bad. You didn't need to get her that much, Delia."
"She's my granddaughter, of course I did," Delia reassuringly patted Misty's shoulder. At the sound of her grandmother's voice, Elizabeth finally looked away from Misty and up at the older woman, blinking her big, wide eyes as she stared up curiously at the slightly more familiar figure. Delia took notice of this and grinned down at the tiny girl. "Hello there, sweetheart! How are you doing?"
Elizabeth opened her mouth and let out a tiny squeak. Tilting her head, Misty cooed, "What is it, baby girl? That's your Grammy. You were mean to her before, and cried when she held you. That wasn't nice, little Lizzie."
Elizabeth just kept staring at Delia, her facial expression unchanging even when Delia waved at her.
"Maybe she won't cry if you try to hold her again," Misty suggested. "Should we try it?"
"If you want to," Delia nodded. "I don't want to get her all worked up again if that's not what you want, dear."
"No, I want you to hold her and not have her cry," Misty smiled sweetly. "She seems a little more comfortable now. Let's try it!"
Delia once again took the baby out of Misty's arms and held her close. This time, Elizabeth never cried, or screamed, or even quivered her lip. She just kept gawking at her grandmother, eventually yawning and closing her eyes.
"What a darling," Delia's eyes lit up. "So sweet! She's getting used to me, the little thing."
"She finally realized that she's safe with Grammy," Ash smirked.
"Sleep beautiful girl…" Delia gently rocked the baby back and forth. "You're not used to all of this attention, I know. That's alright, everyone loves you, sweetheart."
Elizabeth let out a long, content breath, but remained fast asleep. Ash and Misty both smiled at the scene, happy that their daughter no longer seemed afraid of her own grandmother.
"Who's going to meet Lizzie next, Mommy?" Michelle tilted her head.
"I'm not sure," Misty shrugged before looking at Ash. "Do you have a preference, Ashy?"
"I think maybe Brock should come see her next," Ash mused. "He is her godfather, after all. And then your sisters and their husbands can come in, and the rest of our friends will follow. I think that sounds like a good order."
"Me too," Misty gave a slight nod. "Nice work, honey!"
"I can go get Brock, if you'd like," Delia finally looked up from the baby.
"You don't have to do that, Delia," Misty assured her mother-in-law. "Ash can go get him! You can spend some more time with Elizabeth."
"No, I insist!" Delia beamed, handing the baby over to Ash. Elizabeth finally made some more noise once she was back in Ash's arms, and although he couldn't be sure, they certainly sounded like happy babbles. Chuckling, Ash grinned down at the baby and gently rocked her back and forth.
"I'll be right back with him," Delia nodded at Misty and Ash as she skirted out the door.
"See?" Misty stuck her tongue out playfully at Ash. "Your Mom thinks that Elizabeth looks like you!"
"Misty, she's too pretty to look like me," Ash sighed. "No little girl would look pretty with my face, and Elizabeth is gorgeous."
"Why do you insist on believing she doesn't look like you?" Misty folded her arms.
"Because she doesn't!" Ash whined.
"Who are we talking about?" Brock's voice floated into the room. Ash turned around and found himself face to face with the boldly smiling Pokémon doctor.
"We're talking about little Elizabeth," Ash smiled as he motioned his head towards the bundle in his arms. "Misty thinks she looks just like me, but I don't think so at all. If you ask me, I think that Elizabeth looks just like her Mommy!"
"I'll be the judge of that," Brock smirked as he walked further into the room and held his arms out. "Hand her over."
Ash passed Elizabeth over to Brock, causing the baby to let out a displeased little squeak. She stared up at Brock with wide, frightened eyes, her pouty lips forming an 'O' as her gentle breathing quickened.
"Oh, what a beautiful baby girl," Brock smiled wide at the infant. "She's so gorgeous…nice work you guys!"
"Mommy and Daddy have cute babies," Michelle beamed, motioning towards herself and Aiden as she made her comment.
"You're so funny, little princess," Ash chuckled.
"Hello there munchkin," Brock cooed to Elizabeth, who was still wearing her anxious face. "I'm Brock! I'm your godfather. It's lovely to meet you, little darling!"
Elizabeth began to wail once again, causing Brock to furrow his brow and calmly bounce the baby up and down. He was used to crying infants, and the sudden action didn't take him off guard or even worry him. It did, however, confuse him to some extent. Brock could tell this wasn't a cry of hunger, or the need for a diaper change. It was just a sad, pathetic little series of whimpers that he couldn't decipher the reason for.
"Really? Again?" Misty gasped softly.
"What do you mean again?" Brock looked at Misty.
"Well, Elizabeth cried before when Delia held her for the first time," Misty explained. "I couldn't figure out why. There was no reason for it. And now she's doing it to you! I just don't get it."
"Is she afraid of people?" Ash asked Brock.
"I'm not sure…I guess she could be a little nervous," Brock shrugged, still trying to soothe the baby. "What happens if I give her back to you or Misty?"
"She stops," Misty replied.
Twisting his mouth, Brock turned to Ash and held the baby out towards him. Nodding just once, Ash took Elizabeth back into his own arms and cradled her close to his chest. Her sobbing stopped almost instantly, and she tilted her head back to examine her father's face.
"See?" Misty motioned her head towards Ash. "It's as if nothing ever happened."
"That is a little strange," Brock held his chin between his fingers. "I wonder why she's so nervous."
"Brock, what's that by your feet?" Aiden squeaked suddenly, pointing down towards the floor. Brock looked at his feet and smirked, bending down to pick up the pink and white gift bag that he had put down when it was time to hold Elizabeth.
"This is the present I was going to give your Mommy yesterday at the baby shower," Brock chuckled. "I figured I would just give it to her now."
"How come the baby keeps getting' presents?" Aiden folded his arms and furrowed his young brow.
"Because it's her birthday," Ash chuckled as he ruffled his only son's hair. "You get presents on your birthday, don't ya buddy?"
"I guess," Aiden grumbled.
"Do you want to open it, Misty?" Brock held the gift out towards the tired gym leader.
"Sure," Misty smiled and took the present. Opening it up, she pulled out a colorful box, with a picture of what appeared to be some kind of toy on the front. Misty raised an eyebrow and flipped the box around in her hands, not quite sure as to what it was.
"I wanted to get that for Elizabeth's room when we were first decorating it, but I couldn't find that thing anywhere," Brock explained. "I finally ordered it a couple of days ago, and it just came yesterday a few hours before the party. You put it on the end of her crib-it clips on-and when you press the big button in the right corner, it plays ocean sounds and projects lights on the ceiling in different shapes and colors. It even puts on a little show on the inside."
Misty studied the image on the box once again. In the little decoration, she realized that behind a plastic screen, were little figures of the water type starters: Squirtle, Totodile, Mudkip, Piplup, and Oshawott. They were surrounded by colorful little bubbles and sea plants, that would light up according to the sounds being played by the decoration.
"Oh Brock, it's so cute!" Misty squealed, putting the box down next to her. "This will go perfectly in Elizabeth's room! Thank you so much."
"No problem," Brock grinned at his best female friend. Misty giggled and held her arms out, causing Brock to let out a sound of bewilderment. "What's wrong, Misty? Do you need something?"
"No, I want a hug, you idiot," Misty scoffed playfully.
"Oh, I got it," Brock laughed at his density. "Sorry, that was an Ash moment."
"Hey!" Ash cried defensively as his two older children laughed at him. Sighing, Ash smiled gently down at Elizabeth and cooed, "You won't laugh at me, will you pumpkin? No, you're my good baby!"
"She's just not laughin' at you cause she's too little, Daddy," Michelle deadpanned.
"We're gonna' teach her to laugh at you," Aiden added, a mischievous glint shining in his chocolate brown eyes.
"Gee, thanks guys," Ash frowned as the twins continued to giggle at his misfortune.
Brock, meanwhile, was busy giving Misty a hug, making sure to be wary of her tender midsection where the incision was healing.
"I forgot to ask how you're feeling!" Brock blushed slightly when they pulled away, embarrassed by this slip of thought. "I'm sorry, Misty…"
"You don't have to be sorry," Misty shook her head as she smiled angelically. "Everyone is just excited about the baby; I understand. I care much more about her than I do about myself!"
"But still, are you doing okay?" Brock smirked. Misty was an entertaining girl, she always had been.
"I'm doing as well as someone who was cut into to take a human being out of them can do," Misty shrugged, the cheeky smile remaining on her face. She had lowered her voice slightly so the twins wouldn't hear what exactly her procedure had been about; they still had no idea what a c-section was. Fortunately, they were too busy talking to Ash and examining the baby, so Misty's snide remark went unnoticed. "I'm sore, and there's some pain. But the doctor said that's normal. I have medicine for the pain, so it's okay. Eating is a problem; I don't have much of an appetite. The doctor said that's normal, though. He's going to make me get up and go for a walk later, since I need to start moving around."
"And how's the incision?" Brock flicked his eyes down towards Misty's stomach.
"It kind of hurts. I have to press against it every time I sneeze or laugh."
"How long are you going to be down for?" Brock inquired.
"Anywhere from 6 to 8 weeks," Misty put her head back. "It depends on how long it takes for me to heal. I definitely can't be battling anytime before then, though."
"Well, that's more time you can spend with your baby girl," Brock smiled at Misty, although she wasn't overly quick to return the action. He furrowed his brow, but didn't question the gym leader any further. Brock knew better; right after giving birth, women were prone to crazy mood swings. Knowing Misty, hers would be 10 times worse.
"Should your sisters come see Elizabeth now?" Ash asked, his voice breaking through to Brock and Misty.
Before Misty could answer, Elizabeth began to fuss. She wasn't screaming or crying, in fact, she wasn't even whimpering. What she was doing was clenching her little fingers and wiggling around, looking towards her mother in an almost desperate state.
"After I feed her," a delicate smile finally appeared on Misty's face. "Baby Elizabeth is hungry."
"Is that it?" Ash cooed to the child as he tickled her cheek. "You're hungry, little pumpkin?"
Elizabeth squeaked again but kept her eyes locked on Misty.
"Give me my baby," Misty held her arms out. "I'll feed her, and then you can get my sisters."
"Sounds good," Ash smiled as he walked over to Misty, bending over and handing her the baby so Misty didn't have to move around too much and bother her incision.
"I'll go back into the waiting room," Brock stroked Misty's hair a few times before moving towards the door. "Give you guys some time alone before your sisters come in."
"Thanks Brock!" Ash smiled at his best friend over his shoulder. Brock returned the action and nodded before stepping out of the room and into the hallway.
XXX
"Come on Daisy, aren't you gonna tell me who that phone call was to?"
"No, Tracey."
"But why not?"
"Because it's none of your business, that's why!"
When Brock returned to the waiting room, he was surprised to find Daisy and Tracey in an argument. At least, he thought it was an argument. Daisy looked pretty annoyed, but Tracey wasn't yelling or anything. He didn't even look upset. Then again, Tracey rarely ever did, even when he was upset or disappointed. It took a lot to bring out some real emotion from the former Pokémon watcher.
"Daisy, I'm your husband, so isn't it kind of my business?" Tracey raised an eyebrow.
"No, because this has nothing to do with our marriage, or Dakota, or your job."
Tracey folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, an unreadable expression still plastered on his face. He couldn't understand why his wife was being so secretive. He couldn't help but to feel that she was up to no good. That was almost the only time Daisy would never blab about what she was doing.
"Dais…"
"Tracey, would you drop it?" Daisy finally snapped, lowering her formerly crossed arms to her sides.
Everyone else in the room was bracing themselves for another Daisy blow up like the one they'd all witnessed before, but fortunately, Tracey wasn't about to let his wife do that again. He was used to being walked all over by her, but this time, he wanted an answer from her.
"Come here," Tracey sighed, taking Daisy by the hand and pulling her out of the room, down the hallway where all of the phones were located.
"Why did you drag me out here?" Daisy demanded, her sea green eyes clouding over with anger.
"Because I want to know what you did," Tracey lowered his voice to a near whisper. "Even if this has nothing to do with me, something tells me it has to do with Misty."
"So what if it does?" Daisy retorted.
"I love Misty just as much as you do," Tracey reasoned as he shook his head. "Sometimes, I think you forget that I traveled around with her and Ash when they were much younger. I took care of her, Daisy. She means a lot to me."
Daisy sighed, the breath pushing her side bangs out of her face. Lowering her eyes back to Tracey, she begrudgingly admitted, "fine. It was about Misty."
"I thought so," Tracey nodded just once. "Who did you call, Daisy?"
Daisy turned her eyes away again.
"Daisy…"
"Stop trying to guilt me into telling you!" Daisy whined, suddenly sounding much like her and Tracey's 10 year old daughter.
"I won't try to guilt you if you'll just tell me who you called," Tracey placed his hands on his hips.
"You have to promise me you won't get mad," Daisy pointed a finger at her husband. "Or judge me, or jump to conclusions, or tell anyone what I did."
Tracey twisted his mouth in deep thought.
"Tracey!" Daisy hissed.
"Alright, alright, I swear," Tracey waved his hands in front of him.
"Fine," Daisy slightly narrowed her eyes and nervously moved her fingers around. Looking down at the floor, Daisy murmured, "I called my parents."
"You did what?" Tracey gasped, his voice causing Daisy to jump. His black eyes were wide in what Daisy could only assume to be horror. He liked her parents, but knew that Misty was less than thrilled with them.
"I called my parents," Daisy repeated, her voice a little more strong than before.
"What did you say to them?" Tracey asked blankly.
"I told them that Misty was in labor, and that the baby was in trouble and had to be delivered by an emergency c-section," Daisy replied.
"Daisy…" Tracey sighed, burying his face in his hands.
"I told them off, too, if that helps," a worried look was crossing Daisy's face.
"That's not…that's not the point, Dais," Tracey sighed as he uncovered his face. "Misty didn't want them involved. She's so mad at them, and it's understandable as to why. Did they show any remorse?"
"Yes, a lot," Daisy nodded vigorously. "They felt so bad! They were beating themselves up over it. It sounds wrong, but that almost made me happy. I wanted them to know what they did wasn't right."
"What else did they say?" Tracey lowered his shoulders.
"Well…that's the thing…" Daisy nervously wringed her hands together.
"Daisy, what did you do?" Tracey's face began to grow pale.
"I didn't do anything!" Daisy wailed. "But, see, my parents felt so awful about the whole thing, and so full of guilt…"
"Daisy…"
"Right before hanging up on me, they told me they were coming here right away," Daisy winced. "Which means they should be here by tonight."
Tracey looked like a ghost at this point. Daisy drew her shoulders back and whimpered quietly. She had a feeling she knew what Tracey was going to say next…and that it would be as accurate a statement as she'd ever heard.
"Misty is going to kill you."
Yeah, so...I lied. Only Delia and Brock got to meet Elizabeth in this chapter. Everyone else will get their turn next chapter. I just couldn't fit all of the meetings into this one chapter without leaving out the Daisy stuff. Maybe Ash and Misty shouldn't have so many friends :P
Yes, I threw in some Daisy/Tracey interaction. I love them together! And, as many of you guessed, Daisy did in fact call her parents. And now they're gonna make an appearance! Misty might break some heads, idk :P
So, even though I was a bad author and didn't update for quite awhile (bad me, bad school...) you guys were still awesome readers and reviewers! So at least only one of us is sucking at our job. I appreciate all of the reviews I got for the last chapter! You guys are the best :) I'll try not to take too long with the next one, promise!