The piercing shriek echoed through the tan walls of the Holden household. Clearing the normally calm atmosphere of all it's usual silence.
"Can you try to make the damn thing stop crying?" Private Jeremy Sherwood sighed, watching his girlfriend of three weeks gently rock the shrill-sounding mass, trying to get it to hush. She paced the Holden family living room, doing anything that might get the thing to stop crying. Emmalin was used to babysitting; children, toddlers and babies alike all adored her. It was a well known fact that Emmalin Holden was great with kids, so the blanketed mass in her arms must've been pure evil.
"I've been trying to make the baby stop" Emmalin Holden sighed, she was exhausted. The seventeen year old hadn't slept all night, the screeching doll had denied her even a moments rest. Yep, she decided that there was no way in hell her mother was ever going to be able to talk her into having ten children. This had been the longest thirty-six hours of her life so far...and yes she had been counting.
"Why am I here, again?" The Army Private questioned, raising a brow at his clearly exhausted girlfriend. Thankfully the screeching bundle of baby-shaped plastic had ceased. Emmalin was rocking the now quite doll on the couch, she gently leaned into Jeremy's warm body.
"Because you're the Baby Daddy." Emmalin laughed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Jeremy was her boyfriend and he was going to have suffer the pain of temporary motherhood right along with her. The poor Army Brat had the worst SexEd teacher on the planet....or the best, depending on how you looked at it.
"I don't remember signing up for this, baby."
"You're my boyfriend and you probably wouldn't have liked it all that much if I put anyone else's name on the birth certificate. Besides, I didn't sign up. Everyone who failed the test in SexEd had to take home a baby for the weekend." The brunette teased, gently almost frightenedly she placed the small horrid plastic infant back in it's carrier. She sighed and visibly relaxed when after a moment, no sound erupted from the doll.
"SexEd? Your doing this for SexEd? What'd you fail?"
"Ermm...the condom diagram test... I couldn't get the condom on the freakin' banana!" Emmalin blushed, her cheeks burning. Honestly it wasn't her fault, the provided banana was funny shaped and it ripped the rubber; she hadn't even been allowed a do-over!
Jeremy's head rested between his hands as violent fits of laughter over took his whole body. At first he'd made a decent effort to hide his amusement but soon began shaking too hard to keep it from her. After a good five minutes of cracking up to the mental images of his girlfriend's failed condom test, the solider managed to pull himself together. God, he couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed so hard. How long had it been since he'd found something so funny? He didn't know, but laughing like that made everything seem just a bit brighter.
"I guess since my pretend sperm got you pretend pregnant, I should help with our pretend baby." The solider smirked, pulling Emmalin into his lap. His lips wandered down the back of her slender neck, leaving a soft trail of hickeys down the soft tissue of her neck and shoulders. He loved leaving hickeys on Emmalin, almost in a territorial way. The red marks decorating her swan-like neck clearly told people that she was taken, taken by him.
"Just like you're pretending to help." The Army Brat teased, pulling her long hair away from her collar, giving Jeremy's lips better access. She had worn her hair pulled back today and begrudgingly Jeremy was more than a little disappointed.
"Hmm. I'm not gonna put a pretend ring on that finger if my pretend Baby Mama keeps dogging me." He ribbed, now kissing the tender flesh that he had just bitten and sucked.
"Carefull where you leave those hickeys, my mom thinks they're tacky." In response Jeremy tugged Emmalin's purple shirt down, exposing a sun-kissed shoulder. He gently started attacking this newly revealed flesh, skin that could easily be hidden from her mother's gaze.
"Hey, do we have a boy or girl?" the thought had never occurred to him before, but glancing at the sleeping "baby" he wondered what gender his imaginary child was.
"Well I know what it is, but which do you want? It's too late to change genders so you'll have to deal either way, but I'm just curious. Boy or girl? We still have to pick a name too." Emmalin smiled, squirming from her seat on his lap to look at his dark brown eyes.
"Boy. I wanna boy." He laughed, stroking the ends of her ponytail. He laid a kiss on her forehead. Kids were far out of the question right now, they hadn't even reached second base yet so baby-making activities weren't exactly on the table. But someday, a long time from now, he wanted a son. Someone to play sports with, teach how to shave, show how to tie a tye.
"Lucky you. It's a boy." Emmalin laughed. She had wanted a girl but had been late to class and had to settle for a boy doll.
"And the name?... His middle name should be Lee." Jeremy suggested, pulling her shirt back into place.
"That's your's and the Major's middle name." Emmalin smiled fondly, Jeremy and Frank both had the middle name 'Lee'.
"Family tradition. Goes back generations." The solider chuckled, kissing the top of her forehead softly.
"Hmmm, blank Lee Sherwood. He needs a first name." The petite Army Brat teased. Her hand right hand roughly gripped the front of his black t-shirt, pulling their lips together.
"You pick, baby." He didn't care what the pretend baby's name was, but he wondered what she would have named a real baby. All he could pray was that she didn't follow the weird name trend that Hollywood celebrities had started. Seriously, it would be a cold damn day in hell before he let her name the kid 'Apple' or 'Denim'.
"What about Kyle? Or Daniel? Or Aiden? I like all those names." Emmalin suggested, nibbling the tip of her finger in thought. She squirmed in the Private's lap as she produced more baby names.
"Whatever you want." He told her, stealing a quick kiss.
"How about Micheal? After my dad. Micheal Lee Sherwood?" Emmalin smiled, she liked the idea of naming their temporary baby after her father.
"That's a nice name, baby." He laughed, turning her gently so that he could kiss her fully in the lips. His full cocoa-colored lips sweetly fondled her rosy ones. The Army Brat quickly responded to his gentle kisses. Soon their innocent lip brushing turned more passionate, Jeremy's smooth tongue slid across her bottom lip asking for entrance. Smiling she quickly granted him access to her moist cavern.
Their tongues tangled for dominance, his eventually winning. Carefully, he pushed her back onto the couch, lowering himself over her, supporting his weight on his elbows. Emmalin's fingers tangled in the solider's slightly grown out buzz cut, their lips and tongues still tangling. She felt Jeremy pull her hair free from it's ponytail, his hands getting lost in her dark tresses. His dog tags dripped from his neck, the skin-warmed metal resting against her bosom. They were too lost in their kissing to notice the entrance of Claudia Joy Holden and Roxy LeBlanc, the two older women watching their passionate make-out session.
"See Claudia Joy, I told you a screaming baby with a loaded diaper wasn't enough to stop teenagers from going at it!" Roxy laughed, breaking the two from their session embarrassedly. Private Sherwood quickly slid off the Army Brat, sitting up straight on the edge of the couch. Emmalin followed suit and began pulling her hair back up into a respectable state.
"Having fun? I know I said I wanted ten grandkids, but I didn't mean right away." Claudia Joy teased, she knew they weren't having sex but she couldn't help herself from commenting.
"Nice hickeys, sweetheart. Is Jeremy a neck man? Trevor is and look what happened to me!" Roxy laughed, setting the grocery bags down and exposing her very swollen baby bump.
"Nah, Jeremy's strictly a breast man." Emmalin laughed, pointing at her bosom to emphasis her point. They all knew Jeremy wasn't getting any boob action, but he made no effort to hide his longing stares. Really he was the victim here, he'd merely fell pray to her fantastic rack. Could he really be faulted for staring at her plentiful cleavage?...well his mother certainly thought so.
"Oohh. Well then he's got a whole playground there, doesn't he? Your's are bigger than mine, even when I was pregnant." Claudia Joy pretended to reach for one of her daughter's breasts playfully.
"More is definitely more." Jeremy confirmed, bringing a laugh from Emmalin.
"You don't need anymore! These are c-cups, no man needs more than that to play with!"
"Think of how great a swimmer you'd be though."
"He's right, Emmalin. You'd never drown."
"I swim just fine, thank you...," She cringed as her knee collided harshly with the wooden coffee table, a purple bruise already beginning to form, "It's all other forms of movement that I get injured doing."
Extending a hand, he rubbed her sore knee thoughtfully. Suddenly,little plastic Michael Lee Sherwood erupted into a fit of loud piercing wails. Groaning Emmalin reached for the noisy doll.
"I think that's a sign from God that I should remain a virgin till death." Emmalin said, her earlier fatigue evident.
All the youngest Holden received in return were looks from her three companions. A thankful and relieved smile from her mother, a doubtful gaze from Roxy LeBlanc, and wide stunned eyes from her poor boyfriend.
...Okay, so maybe she wouldn't write off sex just yet, but there was no way anyone was talking her into ten children.