Hello. So, I decided to continue this story. Thanks for suggestions, I will use them, but I wanted to post this first. Enjoy!
It had been nearly a week since the kiss. A week, and Mara's baby still hadn't been born yet.
Mara had expected the bay to appear in her bed when she woke up the morning after the wedding, because that was what her mummy had told her would happen. But at thet time, Mara wasn't actually expecting her first child!
Mara had decided to ask again, so before school, she scrambled out of her bed and into the one which belonged to her parents.
"Mummy?" she whispered, touching her mother's cheek.
"Hmmm...wha...?" she askes sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"How do you make babies?" Mara whispered, rather nervously, into her mother's ear.
"What time is it?" Mummy asked, wrapping her arms around her daughter.
"Um, I think it's about two twenty-seven," Mara replied. Mummy knew she couldn't tell the time!
Mummy chucked and lifted her hand to look at the alarm clock, which rested on her bedside cabinet.
"Okay. Two twenty-seven it is. What did you ask again?"
"I wanted to ask, how do you make babies?"
"I told you, a man and woman kiss, and the next day, the woman wakes up and finds a baby in her bed."
Oh. But that didn't make any sense! What about Mara's baby?
"Can five-years-old have babies?"
"No," Mummy sighed before giving a big yawn. "Only adults, like me and your Daddy."
"And Jerome's Mummy and Daddy?"
"Yes, them too."
Then, Mara had an idea. It was so naughty, but it was going to be so funny! She could take a doll to school, and say it was her baby! No-one would know!
But wait- what if the teacher knew that Mara's baby wasn't real?
Mara dismissed the idea as quickly as it came . All babies looked the same, Mrs. Evans wouldn't be able to tell the difference!
Mara chuckled excitedly to herself, placing a hand over her mouth.
"What's so funny?" her mother asked, hugging her little princess closer to her.
"Um, nothing! I love you, Mummy!"
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"Alfie!" Jerome greeted his new best friend. Ever since they had both become married men- although Alfie had to share Amber with her other husband, Mick. But it was okay; they took turns in being husbands- the whole gang had become very close.
"Did you see Mara?" Jerome asked. "Is the baby here yet?"
The truth was, Jerome was very excited. He wanted to become a father so he could show his parents that he would make a great daddy. But a week had passes, and Jerome bagan to think that maybe kissing doesn't make babies. Maybe you have to do it for longer? Or do something else at the same time?
Ugh, why was grown-up stuff so complicated?
"No, I don't know where she is," Alfie shrugged. "But Amber's here! Hello, Amber. Am I your husband now?"
Amber grinned. Having two husbands was fun. She never got bored, and there was always someone who looked after her.
"Hello everyone!" Joy almost yelled, entering the classroom with Fabian on her arm. In the end, they had gotten married, but Fabian was so reluctant that he didn't even act like a husband.
That is why Joy had reversed the roles. She said, "Fabian, if you can't be a good husband, at least try to be a good wife!"
The reason why Fabian didn't act like a good husband was because he was scared. He was pretty sure that getting married when you were five was against the country rules. If anyone found out, any grown-ups, then the whole gang will go to jail! Except Patricia. She still wans't married. Lucky.
"Hello Joy," Jerome sighed. "Wheres-"
"Jerome! Jerome!" Mara squealed, running up to him."Look! A baby!"
Jerome gasped. It was finally here!
"Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked, cradling the toy in his arms.
"I don't know," Mara replied. "But it's wearing pink clothes, so it's probably a girl."
"She's so beautiful," Jerome breathed, smiling at the doll affectionately. "Let's call her... Poppy!"
"Poppy? Why?" asked Mara.
"My Mummy and Daddy said that if I was a girl, my name would be Poppy."
"Um, okay. Now, let's go and play!"
Mara and Jerome ran off with their 'daughter' as the rest of the gang looked on.
"Oh! I want a baby!" Amber whined. "Give me a kiss, Alfie!"
"Ugh, no!" Alfie groaned as Amber tried to reach for him. "I don't want girl germs!
Amber sighed. "Well, what about you, Mick? Will you kiss me?"
"Um, no. I don't want to be a daddy until I'm really big, like dinosaur."
"Hey, Mick! Do you want to play tag?" Alfie called.
"Yeah!"
They both ran off laughing goofily as Patricia andAmber went off to play with her doll. I wish this was a real baby like Mara's, she thought as she walked away.
"So, do you want to make a baby?" Joy asked her husband.
"No! Leave me alone!" Fabian screamed, running over to hide behind Mrs. Evan's legs.
"Um, okay," Joy said to no-one in particular before running off to play with Amber.
Meanwhile, Jerome and Mara were taking Poppy to play in the sandbox.
"Careful!" Mara warned as Jerome placed the doll in the sandbox. "Don't kill her!"
"Look! She's enjoying it!"
"How do you know?"
"Uh... she's smiling!"
"Oh... oh yeah! She does like it!"
"We're the best mummy and daddy ever!"
"Yeah! The best!"
"We can have a hundred babies and look after them!"
"Okay!"
"Wait!" Jerome cried. "The baby's crying, we need to help her!"
"Okay! Let's go!"
They dashed back over to Poppy and saw that she had disappeared.
"Our baby! She's gone!" exclaimed Mara, putting a hand over her mouth.
"Don't worry," Jerome soothed as he put an arm around her for comfort. "We'll tell Mrs. Evans, and she can use her super-powers to get Poppy back. Because teachers can do everything."
"Okay, okay. Let's go."
They ran over to Mrs. Evans who was comforting a bawling Fabian.
"A-and then sh-she made us hold hands when we went to play outside, and, and she wouldn't leave me alone, and I was scared, because I thought the police will catch me and kill me and then take my things!" he cried befor burying his head in his hands. "And, and now we're married, and I have to do these kind of things, otherwise the police will still kill me! What do I do?"
"Listen, Fabian," Mrs. Evans said, gently patting his head. "You and Joy aren't actually married."
"What?" he asked, raising his head. "We're not?"
"You're not," the teacher confirmed.
"I...I'm not married!" he yelled, throwing his hands up. "I won't die!" He ran around the classroom a few times chanting, "I'm not married! I'm not married!"
"Does this mean that we aren't married?" Jerome asked Mrs. Evans. He had to be married to Mara! They had a baby!
"Do you want to be married?" Mrs. Evans asked, smirking.
"Yes!" Jerome and Mara said in unison before smiling shyly at each other.
"Well, then you are."
"Yay!"
To be continued... and isn't five-year-old Fabian the cutest?