Generation 2: Chapter 1: You Don't Know Me

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Author's Note: Yep, I'm back to blogging after disappearing for a few months ^-^ I just needed some time away from Sims to focus on school and stuff. But now it's summer where I live and I'm bored.. so yep. Also, I'e made quite a few changes to this blog, like changing their last name to Vilas, because I liked it more. So enjoy anyways and stay awesome ;)

*Celesta's POV*

So, I guess I'm heiress for my dead mother's 100 Baby Challenge. Great , just great. To be honest, I really don't want to do this. But I have to do this, my mother asked me to do this for her and it'll be what she always wanted. I'm not really sad that she died, though...

I just am not sad, though. I've got Dad, July and Elizabeth, and Viviana and Sean. And my family is practically filthy rich owns the island that my mom's friends "gave" to her. Dad owns the island now, technically, and I know I'll be next in line for it when I grow up, because I "am the heiress to the 100 Baby Challenge after all" said my mother. I just want to leave this island, I know there is a world beyond here. We can't be stranded on this island forever. 

"Daddy," I jumped into my daddy's arms.

"When can we move to a new town?"

"Well, I like it here."

"But daddy, I'm tired of living here!"

"Sweetie it's nice though! You wouldn't like moving to a town anyways. And plus, it's bedtime. You have your first day of school tomorrow- remember?"

"Awh..."

School. A nice place. To meet friends, learn and eat lunch. A friendly place. Or so I thought.

"Hey, newbie!"

A girl with blonde hair and sea blue eyes appeared in front of me out of nowhere with another girl with brown hair and blue eyes.

"My name's Jordyn, and that's my best friend, Skylar." the blonde remarked.

"Listen, settle a bet, don't your parents own the island?"

"Yea."

"So, then you must be rich?"

"A little bit, why?"

"Well, your parents may rule this island, but WE rule this school. So don't take this from us, you pathetic rat."

"I-I didn't say anything about controlling the school!"

"Just scram, you worm-infested weasel!"

"Nice one there, Jordyn."

"Lol, thanks Sky."

"Since when did that louse think glasses and dresses were cool?"

"Those were NEVER cool! Only losers would wear that."

I knew that Jordyn and Skylar were just being immature jerks. I like myself the way it is and nothing can ever change that. So they can go suck on eggs.

When class began, I chose a spot next to another girl who has green hair and silverly eyes. She seemed shy, so we didn't talk, at first. The classroom was pretty bland, with boring wallpaper and carpet, barely any decorations, and not even a chalkboard could be found.

"I... I like your pencil holder." She pointed to my pencil holder, which had a dog on it.

"Thanks..."

"...My name's Cheyenne, what's yours?"

"Celesta..."

I looked over at the table that had Jordyn and Skylar at it and they both made faces at us. How the teacher didn't catch it, I don't know.

"Look, the two ducks are actually getting along!" Jordyn whispered to Skylar.

"You knew it was gonna happen, Jojo!"

"C-C-Celesta... t-t-they're talking a-a-about us.."

"Cheyenne, don't listen to Jordyn and Skylar. They're just jerks who think they own this place. We'll take care of them after school."

"Alright, class, my name is Mrs. Farmore, and welcome to your first day of school. We have a lot to do this year, so let's get busy by opening your history books to page 35, where we will begin to learn about the history of our USA by starting with the pilgrims."

I whispered to Cheyenne, "She sure does talk a lot."

"Yea. And fast."

The teacher kept going on. "Now, class, the pilgrims sailed to New England, also known as the northeast part of America, on a ship called the Mayflower in 1620. The ship carried 102 pilgrims. When they reached New England, the pilgrims met the Indians and they had the first Thanksgiving a year later in 1621. However-"

I looked over at Jordyn and Skylar, who was already staring into my soul.

"War." I mouthed to her.

Skylar stuck her tongue out at as and then whispered something to Jordyn. They giggled and whispered again.

After school, Cheyenne and I got to the local park where Jordyn and Skylar were waiting.

"You're here."

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How would you feel every time you go to school
Someone's looking at you weird calling you a loser
All these girls wearing bubble-gum pink
Guess I didn't get the memo
Cause they're laughing at my blue shirt
Well I hope you feeling good about you treating someone you know like a perfect stranger
Cause it's easier than standing by my side
Ohhh
I won't let it get to me no more
I don't wanna feel this way
I can't believe I let it go so far
No no, it's not okay
What do you know about me?
Do you wanna know what I think?
Mean girls, mean girls
I'm a just comb you outta my curls
Mean girls, mean girls
You no longer run my world

Mean Girls- Rachel Crowe

Gen. 1, Chaper 10: Odds and Ends

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*Marley's POV*

The past several weeks have been nice, actually. Kristine's condition was a lot better, and she even got sent home with us. However, they said that they want Kristine back in the ER right away once she goes into labor, in which she is not due for another month and a half. Recently, tests have shown that she is having twins, and the doctors are saying that she has a very good chance now of surviving the childbirth with her type of illness because our luck has sky-rocketed. And even the triplets are doing well. Celesta is a total "band nerd," even winning top 100 young percussionists in the country. I often find her in her room, jamming on her drum set as if she was in a totally different world. She also has excellent leadership skills and loves babysitting, which is making me think that she would be the best as the Generation Two heiress of her mother's 100 Baby Challenge. I haven't talked to her yet about it, since she's only 14, but I plan to soon.

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"MARLEY!!! I'm in labor..." Kristine came out into the living room, clutching her stomach.

"But.... you're not due for another month and a half."

"That doesn't matter right now. We need to get to the hospital."

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Some hours later, Kristine gave birth to a girl and a boy, Viviana and Sean, and we got to go home a few hours later.

*Kristine's POV*

Viviana and Sean were the lights in the darkness. Since my cancer diagnosis, I was depressed often times. But since their birth a few hours ago, something felt wrong. Like a tragedy is waiting to happen. I brushed the thought off, but it would come back.

After about a week, the thought has driven me to almost insanity. I have had enough, so I decided to take a walk around town, to get the fresh air inside of me and for the sights and sounds to wash the evil thoughts away. It's a bustling city. I smiled at the buildings overhead and the thought of how a little island can go such a long way. My island and the town I owned.

However, when I walked past the graveyard, something seemed off. There was dead silence and the atmosphere of it seemed to have pulled me in. I walked around the graveyard, looking at all of the tombstones of the dead. I heard faint whispers nearby and I looked around for the sound. There were a gang of guys circling a grave, whispering and laughing. Swiftly but silently, I hid behind a bush. There was a sound of footsteps, then arguing, and finally, gunshots. Panic rushed through my veins and I wanted to scream, but I didn't, for fear that I would be found and killed. Quietly, I dialed Marley.

"Marley, help... I'm hiding in the middle of a gang shooting."

"Stay there and silent! I'll call the cops!"

When Marley hung up, I got even more frightened. More gang members were coming closer to my hiding spot, and I needed to leave before I got seen. I crawled out to freedom until I heard,

"Hey! It's a lady! Get her!"

Shit. I got up and ran for my life. But I was tackled down and had a gun put to my face.

"Were you spying on us?!" A member asked.

"No..." I winced in fear. "I was just here..."

I wormed out and tried to run again. But now I was grabbed by the neck and put into a tight chokehold. I tried to tug away and gasp for breath, but I was too weak to. There were police car sirens screaming in the distance and I heard, "She called the fucking cops! Let's get outta here!"

The gang member holding me in a chokehold grabbed both sides of my head fiercely, and I fell to the ground a few seconds later.

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I got up from the ground, dazed and confused. Everything was bright and the wind was swirling around. The clothes that I was wearing were replaced with a white dress spotted with blood. My hair had grown back and flowed down to my shoulders, which was now my natural color. I looked around and a young girl appeared behind me, about 18 years old.

"Hi, Mom." she whispered, but it was a loud whisper and echoed around. She looked similar, and she even wore the same dress,  but with no blood stains.

"It's your daughter, Alana..." I smiled and gave her a hug.

"But if you're not alive, how are you here?"

"I'm not alive, Mom, and neither are you. The gang member snapped your neck and it instantly killed you. But don't worry, we can watch over our family."

She motioned me to follow her, but I refused.

"Come on, mom. There's no other way. You'll be safer with me."

I grasped her hand tightly and lead me into a void. I knew easily that it was the beginning of the end.

~End of Generation 1~

Author's Note: OMGGG I AM SO SORRY IT HAD TO END LIKE THIS AND NOW YOU GUYS WILL HATE ME FOREVER. But don't worry, Generation 2 is next and I have BIG plans for it! And, of course, the Generation 2 heiress is none other than Celesta, and I know that you guys will love her and her story (:  

Gen. 1, Chap. 9: Triple the Luck

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*Kristine's POV*

No matter what, nobody could change my mind about the surgery.

I was released from the hospital for a week, and my doctor prescribed chemotherapy pills to take when I'm there and I wasn't allowed to get pregnant any longer, otherwise I could kill myself or the baby during childbirth.

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Often, I laid down on my bed at home, in pain. I took Morphine a lot, but it didn't really work. And I knew I would feel guilty if I didn't spend time with my family, so I put on a fake smile and played around with my family downstairs. And other times, I was short of breath, so I just took a few deep breaths at a time and carried on with whatever I was doing. Then there was one night that changed everything.
 Then, it came back.

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I lied, naked, in the bed with Marley, with no clue what we were doing. Marley held my face up to his. Sweat gleamed down my face, and I was running out of breath. I flopped down and gasped for breath.

"Marley... I-I-I can't do this anymore..."

Marley, with a worried expression on his face, called the ambulance and I was on the bed, my head pounding like a drum and everything swirling around me. It was easily noticable I needed oxygen quick before I passed out, but why? The cancer couldn't have spread to my lungs... but what if it did?

"Marley..." I gasped, "Don't leave my side."

*Marley's POV*

I kept my promise to Kristine, I never left her side. But until the paramedics came, she needed a good source of oxygen. But, then it came back, I used to be a paramedic as well! I got the box that had the stuff I got from being a paramedic from under the bed and searched for the bag valve mask. It was easy to find because it was so large and took up space, and I used it on Kristine until the paramedics took over. And I was with her the whole time, from the ambulance, the E.R., and finally the hospital room. The doctors agreed to do an MRI on Kristine tomorrow. And that night, my eyes never strayed away from her face, and it was about 2 in the morning when her eyes fluttered open.

*Kristine's POV*

"What happened?" I asked. My eyes met Marley's and I smiled.

"You  passed out yesterday, but I kept your promise."

"What promise?"

"You told me to not leave your side."

Marley stroked my face and smiled.

"Time to get some rest, you have an MRI tomorrow."
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The next day was my MRI. It went very smooth and the results would be given to me later. Meanwhile, Marley brought the kids and some food back to the room. Celesta and Kyle cuddled next to me and all was well until the doctor came in with devastating news.

"Kristine, the cancer has now spread to your lungs, decreasing the ability to breathe on your own. We aren't taking the chance, so you'll never beathe on your own again."

I slumped back and sighed.

"Oh, and there's something else... We took some blood samples from you and it turns out you're pregnant."

The words "you're pregnant" floated around in my mind. I felt guilty.

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The next day was as usual, Marley and the kids came to visit, and I started to throw up every meal now from the chemotherapy I was receiving. But later that night was when things were going haywire.

*Marley's POV*

The night was normal. We sat in Kristine's hospital room as the kids watched Adventure Time, their favorite show. I went to the vending machines down the hall to buy some chocolate for me and the kids when there was a loud scream, sounding like it came from Kristine's room. The nurses ran on panicked feet and forgetting about the treats, I rushed to Kris's room to see if everything was all right and it was just for a neighboring room.

But it wasn't.

"I'm sorry, sir, but no visitors are allowed in this room at this time." Dr. Royale shooed me out of the room.

But if the kids weren't in there anymore, where could they be? I walked up to a nurse that was just about to enter Kris's room.

"Excuse me, miss, but I'm looking for my kids. Three twelve year old girls and a four year old boy?"

"I just took them to a playroom down the hall. They said that they were looking for you."

"Oh, and can you tell me what happened to my wife and what condition she's in?"

"I can't tell you right now, but in a few hours I can send the doctor to you in the playroom."

I walked into the playroom the nurse pointed to and almost immediantly, Celesta, July, Elizabeth, and Kyle got up from what they were doing and almost tackled me to the ground.

"DADDY! Where were you?" Elizabeth shouted fiercely.

"Shh, baby girl." I picked up Kyle and held him in my arms. "I'll watch over you for a few ours while you guys play, all right?" I took a seat next to a young woman watching her girl play with my girls.

"Hi." The woman turned to me. "My name's Wenda, yours?"

"Marley."

Wenda smiled at her daughter, "My Kianna and your girls have become quite fast friends in such a short amount of time."

I pointed to each of them. "July, Celesta, and Elizabeth."

"Their pretty girls. They deserve a nice friend like Kianna."

"Triplets." I said.

"Triple the luck, then. Maybe they'll make Kianna's leukemia heal faster?" she joked. I laughed as well.

"Why are your daughters here?"

"They were just visiting their mother and things went wrong. I'm not sure what happened, though. I was never told, but their mom has cancer as well."

"Awh, they told Kianna and I about a month ago that she only had two weeks left to live, but she's still alive and better today. Maybe the same will happen to your wife..."

"Maybe..." I sigh. I looked over at Kianna, who was pale, skinny, and had deep bags under her eyes, but still she was strong and kept a big grin, as if she was saying, "HEY WORLD! I'M ALIVE AND WELL!"

"Mr. Vilas?" A nurse came in and called my name. I stood up and walked over to her.

"I want to speak to you alone for a moment." I walked into the hall with the nurse.

"It turns out that your wife had a tonic-clonic seizure, if you know what that is."

"I was an EMT before, I know what it is."

"It was pretty severe, so we had her put in strict isolation and she's in unstable conditon, but once she's stable she'll be moved to the ICU and have an MRI done.

"Can't I just check on her through the window?"

"You're more than welcome." She smiled.

I walked over and caught a glimpse of Kristine through the window. She looked in terrible condition, and she looked much skinnier and paler than usual. Her doctor and a couple nurses were inside, watching every breath she took. For a moment there, I thought I felt her pain.
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The next few days weren't any better. The first few days her condition went terribly down, but afterwards she shown much improvement and was moved to the ICU and was put off of isolation. The MRI shown that the cancer cells were moving to other parts of her body, and it reached the brain stem and spine, causing the seizure. But by now, she had a seizure at least three times a day, but the doctors said it wasn't going to be worried about anymore. She was often in deep unconsciousness from the chemo and pain drugs, and if she did wake up, it was at least a minute or two before she was pulled back under. And it was like I was feeling her own pain.

Announcement!

So, I'm going to make this short and sweet. I let people vote on a poll on facebook choosing what I should do since I am on hiatus. Now, people have decided I should start posting, but with a bigger gap in between posts, which will be about every other Saturday. With this, I will officially return to blogging on March 2nd, because it is a Saturday and it seems long enough.

Throwing in the Towel

Hi guys, it's Melissa Sims, the writer for Kristine Bell's 100 Baby Challenge, some of you may know already.  Normally, I don't do posts like this, but starting today, I'm semi-retiring from my blogs. It's just been too much between school, homework, family, etc., and I've just been losing interest in Sims and Blogger in general. Being semi-retired, it means that I MAY come back, but no gurantees. It could last for a day, or it could last the rest of my life, I'm not sure. What I am sure of, though, is that I won't be giving this blog away to someone. It's my own work, and I still take pride in it, and nobody can really continue it from where I left off, even if it was my best friend. I'll still have this blog open to collect dust so you readers that remain can browse through the old chapters, and it gives me a place to start from where I left off if I ever "return from the dead." All week, I work very hard on a short little post, and it seems like it means nothing when I publish it every Saturday and look at the stats a week later. Some may be mad at me, and that's fine, but please don't be selfish about it, because this is my blog and I can do whatever I want with it.

If I don't come back, enjoy some music:

Goodbye... hopefully for now.

~Melissa Sims~

Gen. 1, Chap. 8: Tell Me What This Means?

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*Kristine's POV*

What does this mean?

I sat in the hospital bed, shoving my face into my knees, bawling my eyes out. This just wasn't possible, and I've been a strong woman all of my life. The doctors said I would survive, but I thought the worst of it all.

What if I died? I can't leave my family!

Slowly, I trudged over to the mirror in my room and tied my hair into a bandanna  well, what was left of it. The chemotherapy I've been receiving was  making my hair fall out, and only a few inches were left before I was completely bald. But, already, my eyebrows were gone, as if someone took a razor and shaved them off. Anyways, I cleaned the running makeup off my face from crying, and I sat back on the bed while waiting for the chemotherapist to arrive. Visiting hours were over, so I couldn't see Marley, Kyle, and the girls until tomorrow. There was a knock on my door and the chemotherapist, Dr. Royale.

"Alright, we'll get this over quick." He set the tray of needles down on the bedside table, and he grabbed the large needle labelled "Chemo" on it and injected it into the I.V. line my hand was hooked up to. After a few minutes, the chemotherapist gave me a puzzled look and injected another drug into the line.

"Your way too tense and stressed out. I'm just giving you a sedative to loosen up so the drugs can move around your body."

Just then, I felt my muscles loosen up as the world seemed to have started to spin around and Dr. Royale put up the barriers on my hospital bed.

"I wouldn't go anywhere for a while. You'll be in this state for a little bit, okay?" His voice echoed and there was two of everything.

I flopped back on the bed and sat for a while and waited for my body to flush the drugs out. It seemed like hours until my vision cleared and I was back to normal, when it was only ten minutes. With nothing to do, I fell asleep and waited for tomorrow, which would be a very boring day.

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Marley, Kyle, and the girls came to visit again. We talked, and the kids played, when Marley brought up a very touchy subject.

"When are you getting the surgery?"

"What surgery?"

"The one to remove the cancer cells."

"I'm not doing it."

Marley's face grew worried.

"But, Kris-"

"I know what I'm doing, and I know the surgery won't help."

The doctor came in and did an exam on me to make sure I was doing okay.

"So, what's this talk about not getting the surgery."

I sat up tall and looked Marley and the doctor in the eyes.

"Listen, no matter how hard you convince me, I'm never getting the surgery. Keep me alive all you want, but I know it's better this way, and it's final."

Gen. 1, Chapter 7: I've Waited So Long to Hear You Say That

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*Kristine's POV*

Lately, I've been frustrated. It's not because of the triplets, who are already four years old, and it's not the house, but it's because I want more kids. If I could just have one more baby, I'd never be pregnant again. But I knew Marley wouldn't appreciate it. After he got home from work, I met up with him on the couch while Celesta, July, and Elizabeth were asleep.

"Marley, we need to talk."

"About what, sweetheart?"

"Well, I want to have another baby." There was a long pause until Marley spoke up.

"If you want to, sure..."

I smiled, "I've waited so long for you to say that."

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It's been a few months, and once again I was pregnant, but with a little boy Marley and I already pre-named Kyle. The girls were also excited about their new baby brother coming soon.

 But the dream came to reality when I was in the hospital, about to give birth to baby Kyle. Marley made a funny joke about how there would be more testosterone in the house once Kyle was born.

After hours of painful labor, Kyle Abraham Vilas was born at 6 pounds, 7 ounces. Once we were home, everyone was tired.

But Kyle was a blessing, he babbled and made noises all day, but only the opposite of Celesta, who can now speak in basic, 2 year old phrases, but she was making progress for a four year old with a speech impairment.

Later, I got a phone call from the doctor unexpectedly.

"Hello, Mrs. Vilas. I should've told you this earlier, but..."

"What?"

"We've detected breast cancer cells in your body. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible, okay?"

"O-O-O-Okay..."

Gen. 1, Chapter 6: Three's Company

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*Kristine's POV*

"C'mon, child, speak! Mama? Dada? Baba?" I tried to get Celesta to talk, but all she said were noises. I was worried about her, she was already eight months old, but July and Elizabeth could say a few words that they pick up.

"Babababaaaaa," Celesta blubbered.

"At some point, I think we need to see a doctor..." I said.

Marley nodded and handed Lizzie her bottle.

"Baba! Baba!" she giggled and slurped the formula right up. Lizzie made me smile, but I had other things to get done.

 I called the pediatrician and he said he could take Essie (Celesta's nickname) in at ten. The appointment lasted about an hour, and just ran some basic tests and I would get the results by phone call by the end of the week. Afterwards, I ran some errands and got home right when it was time to put the girls to bed.

 After Marley went to bed, I stood up and painted during the night. I wasn't a really good painter and I hated the night silence, but I wanted to be up in case one of the triplets cried during the night.

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"Little steps, July. If you fall, I'll catch you!" I taught little July to walk. Slowly, I took my hands away from hers and stepped back. She stumbled over to me, but at least it was progress. I praised July and let her join Essie with playing with their toys, and Lizzie's turn for walking lessons were next. But then my phone vibrated and I answered the incoming call from the doctor.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Kristine Vilas?"

"Yes."

"We have the results back for your daughter, Celesta."

"Go on."

"Your daughter has a speech impairment. Which means she can't learn words as well for her age. I'm estimating that she won't be able to say her first word until she's 12 months. But with some therapy with a speech therapist, she'll be fine."

"Oh gosh..." I stared down at Celesta.

Gen. 1, Chapter 5: New is Better

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*Kristine's POV*

The house was empty. All of the kids that were a part of my baby challenge were gone, moved out to start their own lives. What once was a house filled with noise from a happy family was dead silent. But that wasn't all. Marley and I were moving into another house on the island, big enough for a family of five. That's right- I found out earlier that I was carrying triplets, and I'm about eight or nine months into my pregnancy, and a huge baby bump stuck out of me. Marley and I drove to the new house to check it out. It's a nice home, it was pre-furnished and near the beach, perfect for when we have the babies.

 After walking around, I sat down in the rocking chair in the nursery room, painted pink for the three little girls that would be born. Being pregnant with three babies has its disadvantages, though. Like the backaches and nausea, which seem to never end. But it's all worth it once the bundles of joy are delivered to your arms. Then, Marley left to work as a cook at the local diner, while I was all alone with the house and babies.



 I warmed up in front of the couch, watching TV and eating ice cream and cookies, yum. But then I fell asleep for a bit, and woke to find Marley staring at me. I checked the time on my smartphone, 9 o'clock, the time he's usually home. But as I got onto my feet, I quickly found out why he was staring at me.

 A sharp pain hit my stomach and there was a puddle of water smack-dab in the middle of the couch. I knew this well; I was in labor. Marley quickly threw a tarp over the couch and I nestled on the couch. After many painful hours of delivery, we welcomed our three new many girls to the world. Next was the hard part- naming them.

"How about Celesta Aphrodite Vilas for this little one?" Marley picked up one of the babies and held her close. Instantly I could recognize a beginning father-daughter bond. I nodded.

 We named the second baby July Cleobelle Vilas, and the last little girl we had Elizabeth "Lizzie" Josephine Vilas. We held Celesta, July, and Elizabeth close as they fell asleep. Our family was finally complete.

Gen. 1, Chap. 4: The Honeymoon

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Note: There is an inappropriate scene towards the end of this post. Read at your own risk!

*Kristine's POV*

"So... have you ever been to Egypt at all?" Marley finished packing his suitcase for our honeymoon to the ancient country.

"No... I haven't even been out of the country before." After we packed our bags, we left the quintuplets in charge and took the cab to the airport.

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After many hours, we arrived at our camp in Al Simhara. It was weird to sleep in a tent with no air conditioning, but we just had to make the best of it. I checked the notice board for some fun things to do while Marley walked around. Advertised, we saw the Great Sphinx, and traveled there quickly to explore the ancient caves.

We inspected the beginning of the tomb and found our entry way inside. Bits of dust, sand, and dirt flew into Marley and mines faces, but we just dusted ourselves off and continued until we were stopped by a fire obstacle.

Loudly, I yelped and stayed in the doorway. To say the truth, I've been afraid of fire since the early days of my 100 Baby Challenge, but Marley quickly stepped on the stone tab to put out the fires. The next room we headed in to was filled with beautiful treasures and statues.

Marley moved the statues around until two of them were on the object pads while I collected all the treasure and we headed into the next room, one with diving wells and something that looked like a clay dresser.

Marley checked in the clay thing, but there wasn't anything in there, so he dived into one of the four diving wells. I checked over the well to make sure he was okay underwater. It was all fine until he came back up with a look of utter terror on his face. Cautiously, I peered behind me, and came face to face with a mummy.

The mummy seemed somewhat peaceful, like he wasn't furious because we disturbed his tomb. He sauntered around while we went into the next room.

The next room seemed like a small dining room, with hieroglyphics and pictures of gods painted onto the chairs. Together, Marley and I continued into the next room, which had an odd cyan glow to it. We quickly learned that it was the last room, and we exited the Sphinx unharmed. We've been in that tomb for 2 and a half days, and I knew our vacation would soon end.

As we dragged ourselves into our tent, Marley pulled me into a tight embrace and started pecking at my lips.  Once we were inside the tent, I zipped up the tent while we started taking our clothes off, piece by piece until we were butt naked.

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I woke up the next morning, feeling crummy and slipping into a bathrobe. I didn't know why I felt so sick this morning. Quickly, I ruled out pregnancy because I haven't had a baby in years, and I knew I wouldn't have another soon. It was probably just the flu and I'd be okay. But today was the last day of our honeymoon, so we went to the market to buy some souvenirs and leave quietly.

Marley and I really didn't buy much of anything. Just a snake charming basket and a scooter. The gems and ancient coins we collected inside the Sphinx were already a great souvenir. Then, we boarded the plane back home as we said farewell to Egypt.

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The plane  ride didn't really help my flu spell much. In fact, it made it worst. But I wanted to be careful to make sure I wasn't pregnant, so I locked my bathroom door to take a pregnancy test. After a few minutes of waiting, I held the test up to my face.

It had read "Positive." The feeling of joy overwhelmed me, and I ran out to show Marley.

"That's great, babe."

"You don't seem that exicted that we're gonna be parents..."

"I know. It's just that, well... I never really liked kids."