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The End Of The Line
Chapter 11
Alexs POV
A couple months had passed since all that had happened. Edmund was once again home, safe and sound. The only sign that he had been in the train wreck to begin with was the slight limp that was said he would have forever.
But it didn't hold him back, that we found quickly. As soon as he could he was once again wrestling with Erin just like they used to. Swinging Lacey around just like he used to. And I soon found I was with child for a second time.
I had just found this out and was pacing the room in an anxiously happy attempt to keep calm when Edmund walked in the room.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "You haven't gone mad, have you?" he teased.
I couldn't keep from grinning from ear to ear, and despite myself I began crying of joy.
"Alex?! What on earth is wrong?!" he exclaimed, suddenly concerned.
It took me a moment before I could reply. "Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Everything's perfect!" I cried throwing my arms around his neck.
He staggered back a step out of shock. "Is there . . . something I should know about?" he asked.
I gave a watery laugh and let him go. "Edmund, I'm pregnant!" I said.
His eyes widened, but there was also a smile on his face. "You are?" he asked, the tone of his voice hopeful.
I nodded excitedly.
He picked me up and spun me around. "You're right! Everything is perfect!" he exclaimed.
I couldn't seem to stop laughing.
Erin walked by our room, stopped, and walked back. "Um . . . you do know you should close the door when . . . ACK!" Erin was stopped short as Edmund scooped him up. "Hey! Put me down! This is manhandling, I say! Put me down!" Erin cried jokingly.
Edmund rolled his eyes. "Fine then. We won't tell you the good news." he said.
"What good news?" Erin asked.
"You're going to have a little brother or sister." Edmund grinned.
"Finally! I was wondering if you two had the ability to procreate again!" Erin said.
Edmund blinked a few times "Coming from an 8 year olds mouth . . . that's kinda creepy." he said putting Erin down.
"Kinda?" I said.
"Keep in mind I've nearly procreated before." Erin said.
"WHAT?!" Edmund and I exclaimed.
"Kidding." Erin grinned.
"You better be." Edmund muttered.
Erin snorted. "You're just too easy to trick when it comes to stuff like that."
"Well then, keep in mind we can ground you." Edmund grinned.
"Fare enough." Erin said walking from the room.
"He's just too much like you." I mumbled.
Edmunds POV
8 months later we had a new healthy baby girl in our lives. Erin never left her side, apparently liking the idea of being an older brother. But Lacey was a bit more resistant.
Although it all came down to one little factor. Me.
She and I had always been the closest and she was afraid that I would become closer to the new baby and forget her. It didn't take much to convince her otherwise.
Of course I loved the new baby, but that didn't make me forget about my firstborns.
Lora was extatic and Susan rarely left the house.
Each and everyday Erin became taller, more muscular, and was beginning to catch the eye of the girls around town.
Lacey was something of the same sort, except she remained skinny, and had long dark hair. She was beginning to catch the eye of the boys.
Luckily she had no interest in them. When she politley refused the first offer for a date she turned to me when the boy was gone and said 'the men in Narnia were much more intelligent and less self-obsorbed, and I never even courted any of them'.
Thankfully, Erin never showed any interest in other girls either. He focused himself on his twin and his little sister, both of which he was terribly close too. And each day little Abigail grew bigger and began learning new things.
It's amazing how quickly children grow. One minute their small enough to hold. And then they're too big you can't even lift them up on your back. Although Lacey never denies the right to claim my lap every once and a while.
A week or so after Erin turned 17 he met a girl who actually managed to catch him, hook line and sinker as my dad used to say. And he chose the one girl in Finchley who had never been on a date, had never kissed a boy, who had never been touched by a boy, was smart, and rather beautiful ontop of that.
Lacey distanced herself from the opposite sex, aside from Erin and I. But I knew even that would last. She's a beautiful girl. And one day she would find her knight in shining armor.
But it was on a cold winter night, only a week after Abigails birthday, that tragedy stuck . . . and struck hard.