tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74797372493022273932024-03-05T11:33:31.392-08:00Jackson Daniels' Baby ChallengeForeverHaileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122555104188112345noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479737249302227393.post-46979663603513434622013-11-10T11:24:00.005-08:002013-11-10T11:27:52.549-08:00Chapter 7: Making a Home in Moonlight Falls (Babies 14, 15 & 16)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">[Unedited]</span><br /><br />What's this?! A chapter?! I know I can't believe I was able to get one out after all the game problems I've been having, but I'm so excited I was able to fix it and start playing again. So YAY! I hope you like it and I'm sorry for the lack of chapters. :(</b><br />
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The trip to Moonlight Falls was long; it was well past the kids' bedtime by the time we got there. The twins fell asleep just a couple hours before we arrived so I had to carry them inside and to their beds. I was just glad the house was furnished a head of time.<br />
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I managed to scrap up enough money from my savings to buy and furnish a new home in Moonlight Falls, big enough for my challenge. I wasn't going to let those bastards from Crystalline Cove scare me out of doing what I wanted to do, which was being the father of 100 kids.<br />
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Since buying a brand new house, new furniture, and clothes and food for the kids I was barely left with anything. So I knew I had to started working extra hard at my self employed job to get the money back into my account.<br />
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The rest of my kids weren't one bit tired when we arrived at our new home and insisted on aging up before tomorrow. They all wanted to age up before they all started out in a brand new town and new school. I was hesitant at first since I was really tired and just wanted to crawl into my bed and get some well needed sleep, but being the pushover I was, I couldn't say no to my kids and let them have their birthdays.<br />
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There wasn't any party or birthday cake, just the family and whatever was in our fridge, and they didn't mind. One by one they each had their birthday and grew up into their next life stage. The twins were already asleep so they just stayed toddlers.</div>
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After everything was over I was just glad to get into some comfortable clothes and get into bed. I wasted no time in changing and fell to sleep instantly after my head hit the soft cool pillows that seemed to welcome me to dreamland.<br />
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The next morning everything went smoothly. We all ate our breakfast and I sent the kids off to school. They seemed very excited about being in a new town without bullies and threats. I think they were mostly excited about the fact that they say Moonlight Falls was a town filled with supernaturals and they all couldn't wait to meet fellow supernaturals like themselves. But I knew Claire was happy to be living in the same town as her best friend Choc Chip, one of Aiden's sons.<br />
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Like Claire I was glad to go see my friend too. Today I planned on meeting Aiden at the park. I haven't seen him in a while and I thought since we're now living in the same time, it was great time for us to hang for a bit.<br />
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"Hey Jackson!" I heard Aiden yell from across the park. I looked up to see my smiling friend, which made me smile too. </div>
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"Hey Aiden," I responded, reaching for a hug when he got close enough.<br />
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"I'm glad you decided to come live here in Moonlight Falls," Aiden said with a smile.<br />
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"Well I couldn't pass up the opportunity to live closer to my best bud," I said with a small chuckle.</div>
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After our short greetings we bought some hot dogs and stuffed our faces while we took a seat at one of the many picnic tables at the park. We went on talking about several different things, like what happened at Crystalline Cove, but we talked of other things as well.<br />
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"So how are your kids adjusting to the new town so far?" Aiden asked, taking another bite of his hot dog.<br />
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"Great so far. They're all very excited for their new school and seeing supernaturals or something. Is it true this town is full of them?" I responded, finishing off my dog.<br />
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"Well yeah. This this place is pack full of them." I nearly choked on my bite of hot dog and Aiden looked to me worried. "You alright, man?"<br />
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"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I said, taking a quick sip of my drink. "Great, I thought I seen enough supernaturals in my life so far."<br />
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"It's alright man, they're cool. They're like humans, you just got to know which ones to watch out for."<br />
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"Great."<br />
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I drank some more soda to wash down my food and when I placed my cup back down I saw a woman with blond hair approach us. My back straighten at the sight of the girl and I nudged Aiden. "Hey Aiden, who's that?"<br />
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I quickly stood from my seat and I watched Aiden do the same. He didn't respond to my question of who the woman was, he just seemed to smile and stand.<br />
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We both walked over to the woman, Aiden taking the lead. To my surprised he walked right over and gave her a hug and then turned to me.<br />
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"Jackson, this is my friend Skylar Arden. She's a witch and previous surrogate of mine."<br />
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My brows raised in surprised but they soon fell back and I gave her a warm smile. We just got down talking about supernaturals and here was one right in front of us. But since Aiden knew her I decided to trust her.<br />
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I took a step forward and I stretched my head before saying, "Hello Skylar. I'm Jackson Daniels. I'm new here in town. I don't know if Aiden told you about me at all?"<br />
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"Oh I know who you are, Jackson."<br />
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"This town isn't very big; word gets around fast when a new guy is in town, especially a challenge dad. Welcome to Moonlight Falls."<br />
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"Thanks, I guess." <i>Great.</i> I thought. Last thing I need is anything evil or more people like the ones at Crystalline Cove knowing of my arrival. I just hope Aiden was right about this place and my kids wont have any problems.<br />
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"Look I hope I'm not too forward, but I was wondering if you found anyone as your next surrogate yet?"<br />
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I looked at her, a little surprised at her question. "No. Why did you want to join?" I asked.<br />
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"Well yes. Can I?"<br />
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"Um, sure. If you're a friend of Aiden, then you can definitely join," I said. She smiled widely, looking to be very happy about my answer. I couldn't help but smile myself after seeing her grin and she reached for a hug.<br />
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Aiden and I parted our ways and he went back to his own family while Skylar showed me to the town's clinic, where we proceeded in continuing my challenge. After we finished that she went home to pack a few things for the temporary move into my place and I went exploring around town. There wasn't much to see besides a few parks, lakes, and stores.<br />
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I came across one place in particular that had be intrigued. It contained lots of things I never seen before. It looked like it could be a witch's lair with old dusty books filled with spells and old furniture that looked to belong to your grandma's basement. I just looked around and then went straight home, not wanting to be there for too long.<br />
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I was glad to come home and see all my kids back from school and filling my ears of stories of how great their day was. They told me about how they saw so many supernaturals in their glasses and couldn't wait to go back tomorrow. Claire paid no mind to all the new people she saw today and just told me about her awesome day hanging with Choc Chip. I laughed and went right to making dinner. I fed the kids their meals and giving the toddlers their bottles before I went back into the kitchen to finally eat myself.<br />
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I barely opened the fridge to retrieve my plate I put away earlier when I heard cries coming from the other room that sounded like Koala. With the fear of what happened to my family recently still fresh in my mind I instantly bolted into the other room.<br />
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I stopped immediately to see Koala on the floor with tears running down her cheeks. She faced away from the fireplace and shook in fear.<br />
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"I'm so sorry dad. I didn't mean- I didn't know," Hamster said, fearing he had scared his sister badly. I couldn't respond to him right away and just knelt to the floor beside my daughter.<br />
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I grabbed her and pulled her off the floor, giving her a comforting hug. She seemed to calm down a bit and I was able to get some words out of her about her reaction to the fireplace.<br />
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I learned that day of my daughter's new found fear of fire. I guess what happened in Crystalline Cove did more then just burn Koala and ruin her chance of ever flying right again.<br />
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I led Koala up the stairs and into her and her sisters' room. I told Hamster to put out the fire in the fireplace and made a new rule of not started the fire when Koala is present in the house.<br />
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I gave her a goodnight kiss on the forehead and I exited her room. I walked towards the stares to head back down to the first floor, but I stopped when I heard someone call my name.<br />
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"Hey Jackson," Skylar said, walking towards me.<br />
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I turned to face her and she had a look of concern on her face. I knew she must have heard about what happened to Koala when she asked me about her.<br />
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"How is she?" she asked.<br />
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"Better now, thank you," I responded.<br />
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"Oh I'm so glad. When Hamster told me what happened I was worried," she said.<br />
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"She's doing just fine now. She's sleeping now. But thank you for your concern for my daughter."<br />
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"No problem, Jackson. If you need anything at all let me know, okay?"<br />
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"Okay," I said with a smile.<br />
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We both leaned for a hug, more on her part, but a hug felt nice at that moment after all the stress I've been feeling lately. I just didn't know what I was going to do about Koala. If she feared fire after the old house burning down, what about my other kids? I might have to talk to them soon.<br />
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After talking to Skylar I went back into the kitchen to finally eat my meal and then went to put the kids to bed. Once everyone went to sleep I walked outside and did some late night chores. I liked doing them at night cause it gave me time to myself, some thinking time. Plus the cool air at night was soothing and felt good against my skin.<br />
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I was too caught in raking the leaves and thinking and stressing way to much about everything that I almost didn't hear a pair of feet approached me in the yard.<br />
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"What are you doing out here in the cold. Come back inside Jackson, you can do that tomorrow," I heard Skylar say.<br />
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I put the rank down and stood up straight. I looked at the blonde woman before me, who just seemed to smile at me, and probably thinking I was some nut doing chores this late.<br />
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"I could say the same to you. You shouldn't be out in the cold, you're pregnant," I smiled back.<br />
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She responded by sticking her tongue out at me and rubbing her tummy. "I'm thinking the baby and I need some hot chocolate. Can you make some?<br />
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I chuckled and shook my head and we both then walked back inside.<br />
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Once inside she took off her coat and I went straight to the hot drink machine and started making some hot chocolate. The smell of hot chocolate filled the room and I could hear Skylar behind me enjoying the smell.<br />
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I laughed and turned around to face her with a tray of hot chocolate and sweets. "It's done," I smiled. I saw the look on her face light up as I approached the table and placed all the sweets down.</div>
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We sat and enjoyed the nice hot drink and delicious cupcakes in silence, too caught up in the goodness to say anything.</div>
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It was after the drinks and sweets we walked into the other room and had a nice conversation. She told me about witches and different supernaturals in town. She gave a few names of supernaturals to watch out for and I made sure to remember those names.<br />
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And she then told me about herself and her family. She told me what to look out for when our kids are older in case they inherited her powers. We talked for a couple hours before she ended falling asleep around one in the morning. I knew pregnant women needed their rest and I carried her up the stairs and into the quest bedroom. Then I went to my own room and went to sleep too.<br />
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The next few day flew by and before we knew it, it was the weekend again. A few of my kids went to their new friends' houses, but Claire decided to invite Aiden's son over, Choc Chip, and play in the newly ranked leaves. <i>Sigh</i>. I guess I can do another late night raking.<br />
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I stayed in my study and worked on writing my new book that I hope to get published. It was only half way done with it but I planned on finishing it when winter comes. I just finished another chapter of the book when I heard knocking on the wall, and I turned to see Skylar by the door.<br />
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"Hey Skylar, what are you doing in here?" I said with a smile, as I pushed back my chair and stood up.<br />
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She walked a little bit in the room and smiled. "Just wanted to see what you were doing. Did I bother you at a wrong time?" she asked, looking at my computer to see all the writing I had up on the screen.<br />
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"Nope. Just getting some writing down," I said, as I leaned against the door frame in front of her.<br />
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She smiled again and said, "Jackson I wanted to say thank you again for letting me join your challenge."<br />
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"It's nothing, Skylar. I should be thanking you for joining. It saves me the trouble of looking for a surrogate," I chuckled.<br />
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She laughed too but then stopped and looked away. "What is it Skylar?" I asked, now looking a little worried. "Is there something wrong?"<br />
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"It's nothing. It's just that I like you, Jackson," she said, still looking away with a slight blush on her face.<br />
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I grabbed her hand in mine and said, "It's okay Skylar. I like you too," I said with a smile. I wanted to make her feel a little better and not be shy about telling me this. She was great girl and I loved hanging with her.<br />
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She looked at me and smiled and I smiled back. I figured I made her feel a lot better about saying those words but then she leaned in and kissed me. I wasn't expecting this and at first I froze.<br />
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But what surprised me most of all was when I kissed her back. I pulled her closer, but not too tightly because of the babies, and I kissed her. I didn't know what I was doing and why but I just gave in. It had been so long since I kissed a girl like this that I was surprised I still knew how, but when it registered in my mind what I was doing, I pulled away.<br />
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Skylar's hand covered her mouth immediately after and she looked shocked about her own actions that she didn't even noticed that I had kissed her back.<br />
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"Oh my gosh, Jackson I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Sorry." She walked out of the room quickly before I had any chance to say a word in response.<br />
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I fell back against the wall and I looked to the floor confused. What did I just do? I told myself I would never do something like that because of Isabella. <i>Isabella. Oh my god.</i> I suddenly felt guilt build inside me. Guilt for betraying Isabella and guilt from possibly giving Skylar the wrong idea of my intentions.<br />
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"I always thought you were so cute whenever you became confused about something, Jackson."<br />
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Hearing her voice at that moment I felt like a deer in the headlights. I looked up wide eyed at her, fearing she has come on other reasons other then the advice and reassurance like her previous visits.<br />
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"Isabella?" I said in a shaking kind of voice.<br />
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She giggled and walked over to me. The smile on her face never left and I began to relax a little but still feared I had upset her.<br />
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"Jackson I know why you're upset. Don't worry, I'm not mad. I want you to be happy. If you ever want to be with someone it's okay. I'll support your decision. Just please, don't feel guilty of doing anything with someone else because of me."<br />
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My shoulders relaxed and I sighed, giving her a smile.<br />
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"There's that smile I love so much," she giggled and went to hug me before she disappeared in my arms. That was one of her shortest visits, but that's because she only needed to tell me it was okay. I smiled to myself knowing that I had her blessing to move on if I ever found someone again.<br />
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I left my study and went downstairs to the living room, where I knew she was going to be. There Skylar sat, watching the program on the television, not even noticing that I had walked in.<br />
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I walked over and sat on the sofa next to her. "Skylar can we talk?" I asked.<br />
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She looked to me with a little fear, but nodded her head. "Yeah."<br />
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I sighed and waited a couple seconds before looking at her. "I don't want you to apologize for that kiss."<br />
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"Why?"<br />
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"Because I kissed you back. I felt bad for giving you the wrong idea and I'm sorry."<br />
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"Don't apologize, Jackson. You didn't give me any wrong ideas. I liked you before anything of this. I wanted us to be friends, is that alright?"<br />
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I smiled. "Yes, that sounds great. Friends."<br />
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We sealed our new friendship with a hug. I was glad this was all behind us and we could move on to planning the arrival of the babies.<br />
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And it wasn't long before the babies did arrived. The day she went into labor I took her to the hospital and stood by her side through all the labor. In less then a few hours my newest babies were born.<br />
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Meet my adorable little wizards. #14 Harry (center), #15 Lena (right), and #16 Glinda (left).<br />
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<b>And WALA! There you have a it, a new chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it and thought it was worth waiting this long for. Again I'm sorry. -.-<br />Yes all three babies are witches/wizards. I named them after famous fictional witches. <span style="color: #0b5394;">Harry</span> is of course named after <span style="color: #073763;">Harry Potter</span>. <span style="color: #741b47;">Lena</span> is named after the witch from <span style="color: #4c1130;">Beautiful Creatures</span>. And lastly <span style="color: #351c75;">Glinda</span> is named after the good witch in <span style="color: #20124d;">Wicked</span>.<br />I wanna thank <a href="https://www.facebook.com/skylar.aldrin.31?fref=ts">Skylar</a> for letting me use her sim as a surrogate in this chapter.<br />I hope you guyscomment and tell me what you think and I promise to get the next chapter out faster! :P</b></div>
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Seeing my precious little girl grow up into a beautiful young woman was an amazing sight to see. She has come so far and now she was married to the man she loves and just that had me choked up during the wedding ceremony.</div>
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When they said their vows and exchanged rings, I felt I was losing my daughter all over again like when she first moved out.<br />
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Even though I didn't get another ghostly visit from Isabella, I was still comforted and reassured by Izzy. She cupped my face in her hands and she said all the right things to make me feel just a bit better.<br />
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After that the reception went without a hitch. I found the kids doing their own thing closer to the field next to the reception area. Squirrel and Echidna had a lot of fun giving each other piggyback rides. They were the best of friends, they had a much closer relationship then their other siblings.<br />
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Hamster tried to have a little fun during the party by playing with Claire in the grass. The party wasn't one that kids would be into, so Hamster found some entertainment in playing fun little games with his sister.<br />
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Koala didn't have anyone to play with since her siblings were already playing with someone else or too old to play kids games. So she pretty much hung back and sat at one of the tables, watching everyone else have a good time. She did get up for food and a bit of dancing but other then that she did nothing.<br />
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I finally got to meet Hardy's mother face to face for the first time at the wedding; we only ever talked over the phone. Her name was Ashby Lemi and I was surprised to learn that she was one of the many females also doing the 100 baby challenge, and Hardy was one of those challenge kids. Knowing this made me feel just a bit better about Izzy's marriage.<br />
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Just when I thought there's nothing more to learn about one another, I learned who Hardy's father was; Logan Fey, one of the challenge dads I've met for the Challenge Daddies Magazine photo shoot. This I wasn't expecting.<br />
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After the nice long conversation I had with Mrs. Lemi, she went and joined Logan over by the newlyweds. Logan was giving Izzy tips on how to care for werewolves; babies and husbands. I didn't like this baby talk one bit; Izzy is too young to be thinking about having kids right now. But there was nothing I could do, so I just walked away and joined the other party goers.<br />
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I was then ambushed by two very familiar faces, faces I haven't seen in years. Isabella's parents, Nick and Monika Adams, spotted me from the dance floor and came right up to me with happy grins and great stories they had to share. Seeing these two brought back memories from my collage years when I was dating Isabella. Her parents had always loved me and kept in touch after her death when Izzy was little.<br />
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When I was finally able to escape my former in-laws I went back towards the newlyweds and grabbed Hardy. I pulled him away from his parents and Izzy, saying I needed to have a little chat with my new son-in-law. They just laughed a bit and I walked off with Hardy in my arms. I gave him a good talking to and once I got my point through about if he were to hurt her in any way I would hunt him down like the werewolf he is, I playfully gave his hair a good messing with.<br />
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He fixed his hair and nodded his head in understanding before running back towards Izzy, a little bit a fear on his face. I think I got my point through, don't you think?<br />
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As the evening progressed, everything started to slow down and people started to either do some slow dancing or have group chats with other guests. Izzy and Hardy and just a few others slow danced, while everyone else hung back to watch the couples.<br />
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Chase didn't have a date, but still wanted to dance. So he asked Hardy's twin sister, Raven, if she would accompany him on the dance floor. Luckily for him she said yes.<br />
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Hours went by and the sun finally settled down for the night. A few of the guys started up the bonfire that was located at the park, to give the guests some light. It was also something nice to look at and even stand by when the evening air starts giving you chills.<br />
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I looked to watch to check the time and realized it was real late. I needed to get going if I didn't want to miss our flight back to Crystalline Cove.<br />
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I approached Izzy by the bonfire and told her it was time for me and the kids to leave and say our farewells.<br />
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Izzy nodded in understanding and gave me a big tight hug before we parted our ways again for who knows how long.<br />
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<b>~Back in Crystalline Cove~</b><br />
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When we got back to Crystalline Cove I was contacted by a woman by the name of Kimari Devine. She offered to be my next surrogate, and after a brief conversation and I got to know more about her, I agreed to let her join. She seemed thrilled about joining.<br />
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A few days later I sat at my computer checking my email when I noticed a strange message in my inbox. I didn't recognize the sender's name but opened it up anyways, assuming it might be woman contacting me about my challenge.<br />
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As I read the message a frown came upon my face when I realized it was hate mail. I closed the message and threw it in my trash bin, thinking that was the end of that. Every challenge parent gets hate mail every now and then..... right?<br />
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I logged off the computer just as I heard Squirrel calling out to me from the second floor. He sounded worried so I rushed up the stairs. Squirrel was standing in the hall next to the girl's bedroom. When he spotted me he started going on about Echidna being sick. He was talking so fast I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I did hear the Echidna being sick part and walked passed him into the bedroom.<br />
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Echidna was laying on her bed and looked at me when I entered. I walked over and sat on the side of her bed, looking at my sick little girl. "What's wrong sweet heart?" I said softly.<br />
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"I have a fever, daddy. I can't go to school," she moaned, clutching her stomach.<br />
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I looked at her suspiciously and place my hand on her forehead; she wasn't warm at all.<br />
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"Echidna.... What's going on? You're not sick," I said in a stern voice. It's not like my kids to pretend to be sick.<br />
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Echidna sighed and pulled herself into a seated position on the bed. She knew I got her and she looked upset about it.<br />
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"Echidna?" I said, a worrying look appearing on my face. "What's going on?"<br />
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Echidna started to tear up and began telling me about the bullies at her school. They keep making fun of her skin color and pointy ears, they even talked mean stuff about her siblings to her. She even mentioned over hearing a few teachers saying bad things about me and the challenge.<br />
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Echidna stopped talking and began to cry. I pulled my little girl closer to me and I held her tight in my arms until she stopped. I then let her go back to bed and I headed downstairs to make a phone call to the school, saying that Echidna wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be coming in today.<br />
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As the day progressed and day went to night, the mood in the house seem to have lifted. The rest of my kids did go to school since they didn't seem to mind and I spent the day with Echidna baking cookies which she enjoyed. Though Squirrel seemed upset about not having Echidna with him for a whole school day.<br />
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After school was over and the house began to fill up with kids once again, I decided that some family time outside sounded like a good idea. Right away everyone started doing their own things. The kids played on the playground, while the teenagers hung back by the fire pit, doing their own thing.<br />
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Claire was being watched over by Kimari while I worked in the kitchen, making a nice large dinner for everyone, and coming out onto the porch every five or ten minutes to check out the fun everyone was having.<br />
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My eyes landed on Echidna and Squirrel in the farther part of the yard. Squirrel was pushing Echidna on the swing and she was laughing and having a great time, seeming to have completely forgotten about her little break down this morning. I was glad that she was feeling well. Squirrel always knew how to make his sister feel better. I just hope this whole bully thing was just a one time thing.<br />
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I leaned back on the porch railing and watched my kids have fun in the yard and I couldn't help but think back to this morning when I got that hate mail. I've lived in Crystalline Cove for more then a few years now, why am I getting hate mail now, and who sent it?<br />
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I heard the house phone start ringing and I walked back inside to answer it. I wanted to let it go to voice mail and just hang outside for little longer, but I needed to check on dinner anyways.<br />
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I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone. "Hello, Daniels residence. Who's calling?" I said into the receiver.<br />
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"You're no longer welcome here," said the caller, in a creepy voice, just like in the horror movies. "Get out or else."<br />
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"WHO IS THIS!" I yelled into the phone, anger and panic building up inside me.<br />
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The other line went silent after this and I slam the phone back on the receiver and brushed a hand through my hair. <i>Who was that? How did they get my number? What did they mean not welcome? </i>A million thoughts ran passed my mind, all too fast for me to think straight.<br />
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I didn't even get the chance to think of a logical explanation for the mysterious phone call before I heard Aloura yelling from the front door.<br />
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"DAD!! Someone's egging our house!"<br />
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I bolted out the kitchen and ran towards the front door, where Aloura stood yelling at the teenagers running from the scene.<br />
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I swung the door open, causing some egg yolks to fall from the door and onto the wooden floor inside the house. "What's going on?" I asked, looking from the egg on the floor to Aloura.<br />
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She looked angered and pointed a shaky hand towards the direction the teenagers ran off to. "Those bastards were throwing eggs at our house."<br />
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I looked at her shocked and surprised. "Did you see their faces?"<br />
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"Yes! They're in my science class. They always giving me problems in class, but I never thought they'd do something like this."<br />
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I looked at the egged door, then to the direction the kids ran off to, and back to Aloura. <i>What the hell?</i> I walked back inside to call the cops and report the kids and went back to clean the egg off our house. There was a lot more egg yolks and shells then I thought so Aloura helped me with the cleaning.<br />
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A few days later, when the kids came back from school, I was approached by Koala and Hamster in the game room.<br />
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"Daddy?" Koala asked, Hamster following not far behind her.<br />
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"Yes, sweetie?" I said, smiling down at my little fairy daughter. "What can daddy do for you?"<br />
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"Can we move to another country? Like Canada or Mexico?" she asked, all to seriously.<br />
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My brows risen in surprised by her request and I was about to ask her why when Hamster cut in. "Daddy, the kids at the school are all mean to us; they call us names and mess with our wings. The teachers are even mean; yesterday in class the teacher saw a another kid throw a paper ball at my head and the teacher asked me to pick it up and throw it away, and then gave me detention for loitering in her class."<br />
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"What?" I said, shocked. "I'm calling your school first thing Monday morning and-"<br />
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My phone started to beep and a message popped up on my screen. I excused myself from the kids and walked off to another part of the room. I looked down at my phone and saw a message from an unknown sender, I opened it and read the text: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Get the hell out or burn!!</span><br />
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<i>What the FREAKING hell!?</i><br />
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Thankfully the next day was a Saturday, so none of my kids had to go to school. I spent my afternoon in the game room, thinking. I started piecing things together and it seemed that someone or someones don't want us in Crystalline Cove, and I have a weird feeling it's the challenge I'm doing. I am the first challenger to live here and maybe someone doesn't like it, but I'm not gonna give in to them. I'm staying in town rather they like it or not.<br />
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I was finishing up a single person game of chess when I was accompanied by Kimari.<br />
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She joined me at the chess table and looked to me with concern. "Jackson, this whole time I've been staying here I've noticed some things. Problems."<br />
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"Like what?" I asked, wanting to know what it is that she has noticed.<br />
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"Well I noticed you seemed stressed about something and there was that egging the other day."<br />
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"Oh," I said, looking down at the chess table.<br />
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"Also I was talking to Squirrel last night and he was telling me about some bullies at school picking on him."<br />
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I quickly looked up from the table to Kimari. "Squirrel too?" I asked, surprised that Squirrel has been bullied at school too. Well I figured he would have been bullied too since his siblings were, but he never mentioned anything so I assumed and hope he didn't have any bully problems.<br />
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Kimari looked at me with worried eyes. "Jackson what's going on?" She asked in a caring tone of voice.<br />
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I sighed and started to explain things to her. I told her about the email, the threat calls and text message. I mentioned that all but my teenage sons have been bullied in school and I never had this problem before our trip to Sunlit Tides.<br />
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Then, as if one cue, Dustin and Robert stormed into the room, panting and pissed off about something. When they were able to catch their breaths, Dustin pointed out the window and looked at me angered. "Dad!" he began. "I want out of this town, NOW. Some seniors tried to jumped us."<br />
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I looked at them, shocked. I glanced at Kimari, who too looked surprised, but she also looked worried for the boys. "Oh my, are you boys alright?" she asked.<br />
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"We're alright." Robert said, reassuringly, before turning his attention back to his brother, Dustin.<br />
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"We were able to get away, but we ran all the way home from the park. I have a feeling this might happen again, dad, and I don't want to hang around long enough to find out."<br />
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I told everyone that I needed time to think and left the room. I went straight to the bathroom on the main floor and took a shower; the hot water and steam always seems to clear my head and help me think. The stress of everything that has happen in the time we got back from Sunlit Tides washed away as I scrubbed myself down.<br />
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I used this time to think about what I should do for me and my family. Will moving be the best option? Moving across town won't help since my kids will still be going to the same school; could moving towns be the best option? If this is the case, what town is far enough away from Crystalline Cove so no one will recognize us, and no where near the town I told myself I would never go back to, Bridgeport?<br />
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The sound of a scream echoed in the hall outside the bathroom and fear ran up my spine. My first thought was that kids were in danger, but this scream didn't belong to any of them, it belonged to Kimari.<br />
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I ran down the hall and towards the screams of pain coming from Kimari. I found her in the living room, bent over the coffee table, clutching her stomach with both hands. She had dropped a book she had been reading and it had landed on the floor.<br />
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I quickly called an ambulance to get her to the hospital since I wasn't dressed to be driving anywhere, and by the sound of her screams she couldn't wait for me to change anyways.<br />
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At the hospital Kimari gave birth to twin boys, who we decided to name Bronson(left) and Ollie(right). My twelfth and thirteenth child.<br />
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A few short days later it was time for Kimari to get going back to her own home. I made sure to thank her again for joining my challenge and gave her a farewell hug before she left.<br />
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After Kimari's departure the twins seemed a bit upset, but I knew just how to comfort them. I held Bronson in my arms and I began rocking him back and forth while I sung a lullaby, the same lullaby that was sung to me as a kid. It wasn't my mother who always sang it to me but someone else very close to me, but I'll save that story for another day.<br />
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I continued to rock Bronson until he fell asleep then I placed him in his crib for a nap. When both boys were a sleep I quietly walked out of the room and towards the staircase.<br />
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Just as I reached the top of the stairs I heard and explosion, followed by some screams. I flew down the stairs and followed the now smoke covered ceiling to the kitchen, where I found Dustin and Hamster on the floor, shaking with fear.<br />
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A fire had started in the kitchen and it was growing bigger in size at an extremely fast rate. I grabbed the boy's shoulders and pulled them back into the other room, yelling at them to get out of the house.<br />
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"FIRE!! EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" I yelled as loud as I could, so everyone heard me. Luckily everyone was in hearing range and was able to see the flames and know to exit as quickly as possible.<br />
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Squirrel didn't think twice; he grabbed Echidna's hand and ran out the front door. Aloura had been in the living room during the outbreak and was soon out the front door with Claire tucked protectively in her arms.<br />
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With everyone headed to the exit, I had Robert help me get the twins to safety. Once we were all outside I noticed Aloura and Koala was no where in sight. Panicking, I asked Dustin where they were.<br />
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I reacted instantly and bolted right back inside the house, Robert right behind me. I ran into the house, pushing anything out of my way that slowed me down one second. The stairs only took me a couple seconds to reach the top, jumping 4 or more steps at a time.<br />
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We got into the second floor hall and saw Aloura and Koala passed out on the floor. Fire threaten both their lives as it inched closer to them from the bedrooms.<br />
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I held my little baby in my arms and checked for a heartbeat or breathing. She was conscious but her breathing was weak. Tears stung my already burning eyes from the flames. I pulled Koala into my arms and I looked to Robert to see if him or Aloura was okay.<br />
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Aloura was barely conscious as well; he manage to get his sister to her feet and help her quickly get to the stairs.<br />
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I followed right behind him with Koala in my arms. We were all able to get out of the house in time to save our lives, but everything inside was good as gone.<br />
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Hours passed by, night finally became day and I just stood in the waiting area of the hospital emergency room; my forehead was pressed up against the cool glass, I looked out to the morning sky. After the firefighters finally arrived to the house it was nearly burnt to the ground. Everything inside was now ashes. Fortunately anything that was in the basement came out unscathed.<br />
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The kids were taken to the hospital and given complete physicals; everyone checked out fine, beside Aloura and Koala. Thankfully all Aloura got was a few minor burns on her arms, but Koala on the other hand came out pretty bad. She had gotten 2nd degree burns on her arms and legs, and more then 20% of her wings got burned; the doctor predicted that she may not be able to fly like a normal fairy anymore. Her hair also got singed pretty bad in the fire and had to be cut.<br />
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When the kids were getting checked I had been approached by two officers and was questioned about what had happened. I had no idea what happened and just told them what I knew. After a few more hours I was told something that my gut already knew. <br />
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Our house was purposely set on fire.<br />
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Was this the threat? That text finally made sense and I began to fear for mine and my children's lives.<br />
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I needed to talk to someone, someone I can trust, so I took out my cell and hit a number and it speed dialed my friend, Aiden's cell.<br />
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<i>"Do you have any idea what time it is?"</i> said a grumpy Aiden on the other line.<br />
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"I'm sorry Aiden for calling so early. I needed to talk to someone. I've had the worst night of my life."<br />
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<i>"Why, what happened?"</i><br />
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"My whole house was set on fire and now I'm sitting in a hospital waiting room fearing my life."<br />
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<i>"WHAT?! My my god, what happened?"</i><br />
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"Some sick bastard is trying run me and my family out of town. I've gotten these threat emails and a few mysterious phone calls from someone telling me to get out of town. I got a text message saying 'get out or burn'. My kids have been harassed by both their classmates and teachers, some even egged our house. Then someone tried to burn us alive in our own house. We lost everything Aiden."<br />
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<i>"Oh my god! Did anyone get hurt?"</i><br />
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"Everyone is fine, besides some bad burns on Koala, but all in all, we're all alive. Thank god! I just know what to do Aiden."<br />
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<i>"I think you need to get the hell out of that town and somewhere safe."</i><br />
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"My thoughts exactly but I've been having trouble thinking of where we should go. I don't want to end up in another town like this and have to deal with this mess again."<br />
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<i>"How about Moonlight Falls. We haven't gotten any problems here and you can live closer to your best mate."</i><br />
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"Moonlight Falls?"<br />
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<b>HECK YEAH!!! Got two, count them TWO chapters out!<br />-happy dance-<br /><br />I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and consider coming back for more. :3<br />YES, Jackson is moving to Moonlight Falls. Why? Because Crystalline Cove is too big the loading time for the game is, well..... too long.<br /><br />Wanna thank my friend Aiden for the twin's names and Kimari for letting her sim join the challenge.</b><br />
<b><br />There you have it, our challenge daddy is moving to Moonlight Falls. Stay tune for more coming soon where Jackson struggles in another battle, a battle with his emotions.<br /><br />Thank you all and please Comment! ^_^<!--3--></b></div>
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It took an entire day to get to Sunlit Tides, but when I finally arrived it was well past day light. It was to late for me to go see Hardy and move into our new home together, so I drove to the only people I knew would be up and welcoming of a visitor at this time of day.<br />
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I walked up the steps and knocked on the door twice. My Uncle Sam was the one to answer. "IZZY! What's the occasion for a visit from my favorite niece?"<br />
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"Uncle Sam, I'm your only niece," I laughed. "I wanted to know if I could stay the night. It took me all day to get here and I can't move into my new home until the morning."<br />
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"Of course you can, you know they could never say no to you Izzy," Uncle Same smiled. He then turned his head and called out to Grandma. "MOM, DAD! IZZY IS HERE!"<br />
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Within seconds my grandma appeared in the room with the biggest grin on her face. "Oh my! Is that my little Izzy all grown up?"<br />
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"Yes, grandma it's me," I smiled. "I wanted to stay the night. I can't move into my new house until tomorrow."<br />
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"Of course you can stay sweet heart. What kind of a silly question is that? You're family, you stay as long as you want."<br />
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"Thank you grandma."<br />
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My grandma reached over and pulled me into one of her famous hugs and squeezed all the air out of my lungs. I loved my grandma to bits but her hugs are gonna be the death of me.<br />
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"Is that my little Izzy's voice I hear?"<br />
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Not long after grandma gave me a hug, grandpa came walking into the living room with the biggest grin imaginable on his face. "Hey grandpa," I said, as he gave me a hug.<br />
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"God, you're looking more like your mother everyday," he said as he released our hug and held me at arms length.<br />
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I frowned for a second before a smile came to my face. I didn't remember much about my mother, but from what my grandparents had told me throughout the years was that I was much like her. I just wish I could remember more about her. <br />
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It would have been nice to have a mother as I grew up, but my dad did amazing job at helping me through all my problems, even the ones that you usually have your mothers do.<br />
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"So sweetie what are you doing here in Sunlit Tides? I had no idea you were coming," Grandpa Nick smiled.<br />
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"Well, I'm moving here, Grandpa. I'm moving in with my boyfriend Hardy."<br />
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"Boyfriend? Hardy? You mean that little werewolf kid you hung out with all the time whenever you came to visit? You two are dating? How come I'm just learning of this news?"<br />
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"Haha. Yes, grandpa."<br />
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My grandma's smile turned into an even bigger smile at the mention of a boyfriend and she grabbed my shoulders, looking me in the eyes. "Nick, our little Izzy growing up. A boyfriend! Can you believe it? Next we'll be hearing wedding bells and getting great grandbabies. Oh, Nick this is so exciting! I have to plan your wedding and I can make you a dress and everything."<br />
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"Grandma," I laughed, pulling her hands off my shoulders. "Let's not get a head of ourselves. I just graduated and moved out of my dad's house less than 24 hours ago. Plus I'm not even engaged."<br />
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"Oh sweetie if that boy has any sense in him at all, he'll propose to you within the next year," My grandpa added in.<br />
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"Haha. Okay, grandpa. Whatever you say."<br />
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Grandma clapped her hands together and smiled at both of us before mentioning food. "Okay enough wedding talk for now. I bet you're starving. I just made a nice roast and some coconut cream pie."<br />
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"Oh, yum. I'm starved," I said putting a hand to my stomach.<br />
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"Boy, I could go for some some of your grandma's roast right now. Let's eat," Grandpa said, making grandma and myself laugh. Grandpa sure does love grandma's cooking.<br />
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After dinner, I was stuffed as a turkey and I couldn't wait to get some sleep. I walked upstairs and made myself comfortable in the same room I used for visits here when I was a kid. There wasn't much to it, just a bed, dresser and a desk with a computer, but my grandparents always found a way to make my stay here the best.</div>
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I didn't bother changing out of my clothes and went right to bed. Sleep came to me instantly when my head hit the pillow. The last thing I thought of before falling asleep was my boyfriend Hardy and our new home together.<br />
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Early the next morning after breakfast I played some computer games. I had called Hardy the minute I got up and told him about my arrival to Sunlit Tides the night before. He told me to stay put and he was going to come get me as soon he finished packing his things. We hung up with sweet goodbyes.<br />
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It was around 9am when I heard my grandpa call out to me from downstairs. "IZZY! YO MAN IS HERE SWEET HEART!!"<br />
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"Oh grandpa," I sighed, slapping my hand to my face. Classic grandpa, saying things like that. I swear he acts more like a roommate or a best friend than a grandpa.<br />
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I turned off the computer and walked downstairs. As I entered the living room I saw Hardy sitting on the couch, with my grandparents sitting on either side of him, chatting it up.<br />
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I walked over to the only available seat in the living room and sat down. "Hey," I said, smiling.<br />
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"IZZY!" Grandpa said,"You sure can pick them out. Hardy is a wonderful young man."<br />
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"Ah, thank you grandpa," I giggled.<br />
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"The boy got some good taste, he's been to Louis' Lake Side Diner. The best in town."<br />
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I shook my head and smiled at my grandpa. Not saying anything.<br />
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"Hey Izzy, ready to go?" Hardy asked with the cutest smile on his face.<br />
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I just nodded my head and we both headed upstairs and grab my things, then we got into the car and drove to our new home together.<br />
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When we pulled up to the house I gasped. The house was so beautiful and I couldn't belive it was actually ours. "It's even better then the pictures you sent me. Hardy, I love it!"<br />
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"I'm glad. When I first saw it I thought of you," Hardy smiled, looking me in the eyes.<br />
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I blushed and smiled back, "What about it made you think of me?"<br />
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"Well it's beautiful, and perfect. It's the perfect place to raise a family in."<br />
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"Who's family?"<br />
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Hardy chuckled and grabbed my middle, causing me to laugh. "Our family, silly," Hardy laughed.<br />
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After he let go of me and I was able to catch my breath again, he pulled me close once more. "This is our forever home, Izzy."<br />
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"You really mean it, Hardy? You want want a family with me some day?" I asked, looking at the house again.<br />
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"There isn't anyone I would want to have a family with and be with forever, but you. You're my forever."<br />
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"And you're my forever."<br />
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We stood and admired our new home for a while after that. The home Hardy and I want to one day start a family in. I smiled as I thought about Hardy and I's little werewolf children running and playing in the yard while Hardy grilled meat on the grill and I feed our youngest it's milk. It's the future I look most forward to.<br />
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<b>~A Few Months Later~</b><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">(On the Phone)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdffed; font-family: serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><i>"Izzy! Hey sweetie! How's Sunlit Tides treating you?!"</i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdffed; font-family: serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">"Hey, daddy. Sunlit Tides is great. Look, daddy I called to tell you some great news!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdffed; font-family: serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><i>"And what's that sweetie!?"</i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdffed;"><span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">"Daddy, I'm ENGAGED!!!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><i>"Engaged? To who?"</i></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">"Daddy!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><i>"Haha. You know I'm kidding. Congratulations to both of you.... So I guess I'm paying right?"</i><br /><br />"Daddy! Haha. No, Grandpa Nick offered to pay for the whole thing and grandma Monika wants to help me plan it. So you don't have to leave Crystalline Cove for anything, well besides to come to the wedding."<br /><br /><i>"Well that's wonderful. Just keep me updated on these wedding plans of yours. I don't want to miss anything."</i><br /><br />"Haha. Of course daddy. I love you."<br /><br /><i>"I love you too, sweetie."</i></span></span></span><br />
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The day of the wedding finally came and I was on cloud nine. I couldn't keep still in the dressing room because I was so happy. Grandma had to warn me more then once that if I did't sit still and let her finish my makeup I was going to look like a clown for my wedding. That was enough for me to contain my excitement enough to let her finish.<br />
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My dad arrived in Sunlit Tides the day before the wedding and stayed the night at a hotel. He brought a long all my half siblings and they all seemed just as excited as I was for the wedding. It could be that they got a free trip to Sunlit Tides, but I still think they were somewhat excited about the ceremony. I even got to meet my newest half sibling, Claire, for the first time.<br />
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I didn't actually get the see my dad until the actual wedding day and I couldn't hold back the tears when he came into the dressing room to get me for the walk down the aisle. We held each other for what seemed like an hour in that dressing room. I've missed my dad so much and I could tell he missed me too. I even caught the sight of tears in his eyes, but he manage to hold them back.<br />
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I took my dad's arm and the music began to play, then he led me down the flower covered aisle to my future husband. Hardy looked so handsome standing there at the other end. I wanted to just run down the aisle and kiss him but I didn't. I wanted this moment to last and forever be in my memories.<br />
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Everyone was looking at me but I was looking at Hardy. He had the biggest smile on his face and my face matched that same smile.<br />
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As we got closer Hardy started rubbing the back of his neck. If I knew better I think he was speechless, but I don't know why though; I should be the one speechless.<br />
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Hardy looked so handsome in his tuxedo, and his hair combed back like that. I didn't think it was possible for him to get any more cute then he already was.<br />
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When we finally stopped my dad had placed my hand in Hardy's, giving me away, and then he retreated back to his seat next to grandma Monika.<br />
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We said our vows and exchanged the rings. I didn't have to turn my head to know there was many wet eyes in the crowd. I heard a few sniffs coming from Hardy's side and I heard some zips and the sound of a hand digging a purse from my side; most likely my grandma looking for any tissues.<br />
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When the rings were placed on our fingers and we were announced man and wife, we stared into each others eyes and smiled.<br />
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Then Hardy pulled me close and we kissed. Everyone stood and cheered and I even heard a few whistles from the back.<br />
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After the ceremony we all made out way to the reception which wasn't far from where the wedding was held. It was, like the ceremony, held outside since Sunlit Sides was such a beautiful island. We wanted to take full advantage of the beautiful scenery.<br />
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We cut the cake, there was a few speeches and then we went straight to dancing. Hardy and I had our first dance together, alone on the dance floor. After a few minutes people slowly started to join us. Hardy's mother and step-dad was the first to join in on the dance floor, followed by my grandparents and Hardy's sister, who was dancing with my half-brother, Chase.<br />
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We couldn't take each other's eyes off one another, no words were passed, he just held me close and we continued to dance.<br />
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We whispered <i>'I love you's'</i> to each other and he dipped me, before pulling me back into his arms for a kiss. I knew that my life with Hardy will be nothing but eternal bliss. Who knew that a supernatural loving little girl like myself would grow up and find love and happiness with a werewolf.<br />
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<b>Hey guys! The wedding of Hardy and Izzy is finally here and I'm so happy to bring it to you all.<br />I wanted to make this chapter all about Izzy and her time in Sunlit Tides. </b><br />
<b>The next chapter will go back to Jackson's pov, starting with the reception of the wedding and ending with a hospital and a few cops (You'll have to wait and find out what happens). ;)<br />I wanna thank Ashby Lemi for letting me have Hardy for Izzy, and Logan for help making the handsome young man. :D<br />You guys rock and stay tune for more coming soon.<br />Please, PLEASE leave a comment? -puppy eyes-<br />Thank you!</b></div>
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Having Bunny around the house put a smile on everyone's faces. She was always in the best mood and giggling constantly. She had a way of making even me smile uncontrollably. All my kids just love her, so of course everyone was sad when the time came that she had to move out.<br />
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My four newest babies were going to miss their mother terribly. Little Echidna was most upset about her mother leaving. Bunny made sure to spend as much time as she could with our youngest until it was time for her to leave.<br />
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Just a few days after Bunny left my oldest, Izzy aged into a beautiful young adult. I couldn't believe how much she reminded me of her mother. When she blew out her birthday candles I had to hold back the tears. Knowing that Izzy would be leaving me soon kicked in, and I wasn't ready for the only thing I had left of Isabella to leave me.<br />
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A few hours after the birthday celebration Izzy approached me with some news that caused my heart to sink even further down into my stomach.<br />
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"Daddy, I want to tell you something but I don't want you to get upset, okay? I, well, um, I'm going to move to Sunlit Tides so I can be closer to Hardy."<br />
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"Sunlit Tides?! But that's like a thousand miles away. I don't want you to be that far from your father."<br />
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"But daddy, Hardy will look after me. Plus mom's family lives there, Uncle Sam will be there. I would always have family near. I'll be fine."<br />
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"Of course, daddy."<br />
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Tears started to swell up in Izzy's eyes and she ran into my arms, tears staining my shirt. I held my little girl close, savoring it before she had to start packing her things. I had to hold back from crying myself.<br />
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"I love you, daddy."<br />
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"I love you too, Izzy."<br />
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Izzy was pretty much freaking out while packing her belongings. She couldn't find her precious Werewolf teddy bear anywhere. It was a gift from Isabella, and she loved it dearly. But Izzy had to get going before she missed her plane, so I told her that I would look for it later and send it to her when I found it. This calmed her down and she kissed me goodbye before leaving for what's going to seem like forever.<br />
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My first three children from the challenge, Miya, Chase and Darrian had their birthdays shortly after Izzy left and they became "quite the modeling material," says Miya.<br />
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It was then, looking at my kids, that I realized how much Darrian looked like his mother. It was like a male version of Becca. Chase and Miya were a mix of both of us, though Chase and Miya had my features.<br />
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I had been playing daddy too long and I was in desperate need of some guy time. So I called up my good friend, and challenge dad, Aiden Swan. I was hoping he would come out here so we could just hang; no kids, no challenge, just some bromance. With my luck, Aiden agreed, but he wouldn't be free until tomorrow. So we agreed to hang then.<br />
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That night I ended up falling asleep on the couch near the fire place. I had spent a majority of the evening looking for Izzy's teddy, but I couldn't find the blasted thing anywhere. I began to worry that it might have been thrown out, but I ruled that out since Izzy usually never lets it out of her sight.<br />
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I checked the laundry room, the toddler's room; I checked every room in the house. By midnight I was exhausted. I finally passed out on the couch. I decided to just finish looking tomorrow.<br />
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Around 3 am I was woken by a warm sensation, like someone had lit the fire place while I was asleep. I leaned up against the couch and wiped the crud from my eyes as I tried to regain my vision.<br />
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As my vision cleared a silhouette appeared in front of the fire place. Colors began to form and I saw it was a person, a person that wasn't there before.<br />
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"Who are you?" I asked, not even concerned that a stranger was in my house.<br />
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"You know, Jackson, you should probably start looking under beds for lost things. That's always been a habit of yours, and Izzy seems to have gotten that habit too."<br />
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The voice was recognizable instantly. Even after all these years, I would know that voice from anywhere.<br />
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<i>Isabella.</i><br />
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Without a word I got up from the couch and walk towards the fireplace. Isabella turned around and stood just as I stepped in front of her. I pulled our foreheads together and we closeed our eyes, listening to each other's silent words.<br />
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"You've come back," I whispered, my eyes still closed.<br />
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"I can't stay long. I only have so much energy to enter your dreams."<br />
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I sighed and opened my eyes, still looking down, "Why the visit this time? Am I in need of direction? Did I make a mistake and you came to tell me how to fix it?"<br />
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"Nothing like that. I'm here for comfort," Isabella said, looking me in the eyes.<br />
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"Comfort? I'm always in need of your comfort. What comfort do I possibly need now?" I responded back, looking back at her.<br />
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"Izzy's departure is upsetting you. You feel like you're losing me again," Isabella whispered, never breaking eye contact.<br />
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I narrowed my eyes and tears began to form. She was right. I couldn't stand losing my only connection to Isabella. Even here in my dreams where Isabella was in my arms, I never felt so far from her.<br />
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A tear fell from my eye and Isabella wiped it away as she cupped my face in her hands. "She'll be fine, Jackson. Hardy is her protector. You can trust him, I do. He's a fine young man, and was raised by a strong woman."<br />
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Isabella said nothing more for a while and I just stood there, savoring Isabella's touch. I just wished this dream could last forever so I could have Isabella with me always, but I knew that wasn't possible and I would never leave my kids behind.<br />
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"I must go," Isabella said, breaking the sweet silence.<br />
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"When will I see you again? Will you visit me again soon?"<br />
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"I will always be there beside you, Jackson. I can only access your dreams when you need me the most."<br />
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I closed my eyes and Isabella placed her soft lips on my forehead, kissing it before she vanished and I was left alone.<br />
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My eyes sprung open and I was back on the couch. The fireplace was still lit and the room's lights were all on. I lifted myself up to the seated position and stretched out my arms and did one big yawn before my eyes landed back on the fire place.<br />
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Izzy's teddy sat there, leaning again the fireplace, right where Isabella had left it in my dreams. <i>Isabella.</i> I sighed and got up from the couch and walked over to pick up the little teddy bear up from the ground.<br />
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I took out my phone and began to text Izzy that I had found her bear and would be sending it off soon. Then I placed the bear on top of the fireplace, put the fire out, and walked upstairs to get ready for the day and start cooking breakfast.<br />
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An hour later the kids had just finished their breakfast and were about to get ready for school. I was preparing to feed the toddlers when I heard the doorbell go off. Since my hands were full I just called out for whoever it was to come in, and seconds after the front door opened and closed, Aiden came walking into the kitchen.<br />
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"Hey, Jackson you ready?" Aiden asked, with a smile.<br />
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As soon as Aiden stepped foot into the kitchen he was surrounded by the quads, well besides Echidna since I was holding her, but pretty much any toddler with wings was at Aiden's feet. They were excited about seeing a new person and all wanted a turn to meet the new person.<br />
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"D-Do your kids have w-wings?!" Aiden stuttered, eyes wide as the ocean and looking absolutely terrified.<br />
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I laughed and said, "They're fairies. I was surprised too by the wings when I first met their mother."<br />
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Aiden never looked at me as I spoke and instead kept a close eye on the toddlers at his feet, making sure none came too close. "Will they hurt me?" He asked just as Koala crawled over to him and tugged on his jeans. She then sneezed and fairy dust got all over Aiden's shoes.<br />
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But the freak out over Koala sneezing on him didn't last long when he saw just how adorable they were. "Awe, have fairies always been this cute?" he said, admiring their cuteness.<br />
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I laughed at my friend and said, "Alright kids, leave Mr. Swan alone."<br />
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I called up a babysitter and left the house with Aiden. We decided to just hang out at the beach since it was nice outside. We drove down to the beach and immediately got into the water. It was nice and cool and felt nice with the hot sun beaming down on us.<br />
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"This is nice. I really needed this. Caring for kids can be stressful sometimes," I said, relaxing on my float.<br />
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"Definitely, man. So how many kids are you at now?" Aiden asked.<br />
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"10. But it seems like a lot more though. I can't believe I have 90 more to go."<br />
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"Yeah. I have 12 so far. I just had triplets and it's a lot more tiring. I really needed this day."<br />
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"Ha. I had 2 sets of triplets and Quads. I need it a lot more then you my friend," I bragged, trying to beat Aiden in who needed a relaxing day more. We both laughed and continued talking about anything and everything.<br />
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"So I heard Izzy left the nest. Was it hard?"<br />
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"Yeah. I didn't want her to leave. I'm going to miss her so much. Sunlit Tides is so far."<br />
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"Yeah. I felt the same when my son, Mozart, left to live in Starlight Shores. The first time a kid leaves the nest is the hardest. It should get easier."<br />
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"I don't think it'll ever get easier."<br />
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When my phone started to ring I excused myself while I went to answer it.<br />
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"Hello?"<br />
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<i>"Hello, Jackson Daniels?"</i><br />
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"Yeah?"<br />
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<i>"This is the receptionist at the A.I. Center. I'm calling to inform you that a woman is here offering to be your next surrogate. Would you like to come done here and see if you'd like her as your next surrogate?"</i><br />
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"Yeah. I'll be there in ten."<br />
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<i>"Alright, see you soon, Mr. Daniels."</i><br />
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"Thank you."<br />
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After hanging up with the receptionist I walked back over to Aiden.<br />
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"Hey, Aiden. I've got to go. It was nice hanging out with you, man."<br />
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"Same here. We can hang out again sometime? You know when we're feeling stressed again?"<br />
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I quickly changed out of my swimming gear and put some regular clothes on before I jumped into my car and drove downtown to the A.I. Center. I parked and walked inside, but as soon as I stepped foot inside I was greeting by a woman with blond and blue hair and bright purple eyes. I never seen her before and I was going to ask who she was when she introduced herself and I immediately knew she was the woman who offered to be my surrogate.<br />
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"Hello, Jackson Daniels? I'm Natalie Windfield. I was wondering if you're looking for a surrogate because I would love to take part in your challenge."<br />
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"Hey, Natalie. Yeah, I'm looking for a surrogate and I think you would be perfect for the job. Would you like to get this done now since we're already here at the A.I. Center?"<br />
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The challenge was amazing; you can bring so many incredible children into the world and each one with their own unique personality. I had just began to realize how different each of my kids were.<br />
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Darrian and Robert are very much alike; they both love to read books. Darrian loves reading history books and learning about all different things from dinosaurs to politics. While Robert loved reading Mystery books. A Nice mystery book could put the boy in a good mood for an entire week.<br />
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My fairy babies love playing with their toys. They almost never need adult attention because a good toy could keep them busy for hours at a time.<br />
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Dustin is the adrenaline junky of my youngest set of triplets. He loves playing cops and robbers and loves to act like a Texas outlaw running from the sheriff. He seemed to always have extra energy that needed to be let out right before bed. I was afraid for his teen years, he could be a handful.<br />
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Chase had always been into computers, ever since he was a child, but he took a special interest in them when he got into high school. He knows everything there is to know about computers, and he's our go to guy whenever we have a computer problem. Chase mentioned to me once that he wished to design video games in the future.<br />
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Miya is my little mechanic, she absolutely loved everything with wheels and an engine. She started taking an auto class in high school and now gets excited every time one of the cars has a problem so she can put her skills to work.<br />
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Miya had always wanted a motorcycle of her very own, but I was against it since motor bikes can be dangerous. But Miya came across a badly damaged bike from the junk yard and asked if she could have it if she fixed it up herself. I stupidly agreed thinking she wouldn't get the bike to run, but of course she eventually did. But a deal was a deal and I let her have it.<br />
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Aloura was different then her siblings. She didn't have a fascination over simple things like books and machines; she loved living, breathing things like bugs, fish and babies.<br />
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Ever since Natalie moved into the house, Aloura hasn't been hanging out with anyone but her. I think it was her curiosity about pregnant women. She wanted always be near her and hoped to watch the baby grow.<br />
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Natalie was 9 months along and was due any day. I decided to make her a nice hot cup of cocoa as a sort of thank you for joining my challenge. Not much of a thank you, but it was something. We both took a cup and sat alone at the kitchen table together, sipping our drinks.<br />
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I took a few sips of my drink before looking up at Natalie. "Sorry if my kids are a little too much to handle. I mean not every woman can handle this many kids in a household."<br />
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She laughed as she pulled her cup of coco away from her lips and looked back at me. "It's alright. I have kids of my own. I'm also doing the challenge."<br />
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I nearly burned my tongue when Natalie mentioned she was doing the challenge. I had no idea she was a challenge mom. I never even thought to have asked. I had never met a challenge mom before. I guess having my face on the cover of a magazine had even gotten other challenges parents aware of my challenge as well. Maybe I should pick up one of those magazines and see who else is doing the challenge as well.<br />
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"I didn't know that," I managed to say.<br />
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"It's my fault, really. You would have never known if I haven't mentioned it. But I do know about your wife and how she died and I'm sorry to hear that. Cancer is never easy for anyone. I know because I used to have Breast Cancer as well."<br />
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I narrowed my eyes as memories came flooding back into my mind. Hearing the terrible news that Isabella had breast cancer, when she passed, and my depression. It was getting hard for me to sit and I just wanted to get up and leave and just be alone. But I stayed and I forced myself to not think about the bad parts of the past and just think of only the good things like now; I had 11 healthy children and another on the way.<br />
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I looked up from my mug, at Natalie, and just smiled. I really didn't know what to say. I never knew what to say in situations like this. I was never good with words, but it seems that Natalie understood that. She smiled back and we continued sipping our drinks in silence.<br />
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Until she went into labor. She nearly dropped her cup on the floor and luckily stopped herself from doing just that. She just placed it on the table and said her water broke. I already had my car keys in my pocket and just helped her up from kitchen chair and to the car.<br />
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A five hour labor resulted to the birth of a healthy baby girl named Claire Daniels. She looked just like Natalie with her bright purple eyes and blond and blue hair.<br />
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A week after the birth of Claire I got a phone call from my daughter, Izzy.<br />
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"Izzy! Hey sweetie! How's Sunlit Tides treating you?!" I excitedly asked. I was so happy to hear her voice again.<br />
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<i>"Hey, daddy. Sunlit Tides is great. Look, daddy I called to tell you some great news!"</i><br />
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"And what's that sweetie!?"<br />
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<i>"Daddy, I'm ENGAGED!!!"</i><br />
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<b>~Edited with love by Logan Fey~ </b><br />
<b>YAY!! I got another chapter out this month!! ^_^<br />I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.</b><br />
<b><span style="color: #134f5c;">I would love your feedback on it, so please comment!</span></b><br />
<b>I wanna thank <span style="color: purple;">Natalie Windfield</span> for offering her sim to be Jackson's surrogate for this chapter. Their daughter is such a cutie!! :3<!--3--></b><br />
<b>Read Natalie's Challenge <a href="http://icydreamsandsteamydays.wordpress.com/">here</a>.</b><br />
<b>I also wanna thank <span style="color: #3d85c6;">Aiden Swan</span> for letting me use his sim in this chapter for some Bromance time with Jackson, he really needs to hang out with friends more often.</b><br />
<b>Read Aiden's Challenge <a href="http://aidenswansbabychallenge.blogspot.com.au/">here</a>.</b><br />
<b>Love you all my readers!!! ^_^<br /><br /><!--3--></b></div>
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The photo shoot company I had went to in Hidden Springs a few weeks back had mailed me two magazines. Both of which I was on the cover. Along with fellow challenge dads Logan Fey and Aiden Swan.<br />
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When I first opened the package and saw the covers of the magazines my mind went back to that day. My hesitation to be shirtless for the shoot, and the uncertainty that I made the right decision to come here, but after a few minutes of convincing and getting to know these two guys better, I had a great time posing for the camera.<br />
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I smiled as I went back in house. In my room I hid the magazines in the drawer beside my bed. I didn't want my kids to see these- with me shirtless and all. Then it hit me. What if people I knew from my home town saw these? Everyone would know about me doing this challenge, but that's not what I was worried about. I quickly took the magazines out of the drawer and skimmed through them to see if they mentioned the town I was living in. Nope. That was a relief.<br />
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It was another couple weeks before I was able to leave the house. Unlike Becca, the mother of Robert, Aloura and Dustin, left shortly after their birth. I was left caring for three screaming babies all on my own. I never knew how tough this job was all on my own.<br />
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I was going to go stir crazy if I didn't leave this house soon. So, I called Becca and she happily agreed to babysit, while I took the older kids to the mall. It was the only chance I'd have to leave the house, because Becca would soon be leaving town for a while. She would be going to Bridgeport's A.I. center and offer help to anyone who needed a surrogate. Bridgeport's A.I. center was short staffed due to a sudden need of more surrogates. She would be there to help out until they could get more surrogates.<br />
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All the kids were excited to leave the house and do something fun for once. Well besides, Izzy, that is. Lately she has been in a 'leave me alone' kind of mood. Not even the mall cheered her up; I even offered to buy her something she had always wanted- a wolf comforter set.<br />
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"What's wrong Izzy? You've been in a sad mood lately, did something happen?" I asked as I stood beside the bench that Izzy was sitting on. I didn't want to leave her there alone, so I let Darrian, Chase and Miya play by the fountain while I figured out what was wrong.<br />
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"Nothing dad."<br />
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"Iiiiiizzy," I said, letting her know I wasn't falling for it, "What's wrong?"<br />
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She sighed but didn't look up at me. "It's Hardy."<br />
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"What about him?"<br />
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"I miss him. I haven't seen him since my trip to Sunlit Tides. I only ever get to talk to him on the phone and Skype, but I wish I could see him in person again."<br />
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I didn't say anything back, just looked at Izzy as she got up from the bench and slowly walked toward the exit. "I'll wait by the car dad."<br />
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She exited through the doors and I was beginning to wonder if it was more than just missing Hardy that was putting her in this mood.<br />
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My train of thought was interrupted when a high-pitched girlish voiced called my name from across the mall. The voice startled me from the loudness and echo of it and my head turned around quickly while my heart raced a mile a minute.<br />
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My eyes scanned the mall and eventually landed on a girl with pink skin, pink hair, pink eyes, pointy ears, and bright white wings. <i>Wait what!? Wings?</i> I had to take a second look in case my eyes were playing tricks on me. Did that woman have wings?<br />
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The woman quickly walked over to me with a smile as wide as the moon itself, and I just stood there unsure if I should run or what. The woman had <i>WINGS</i>!<br />
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"Oh, em, gee!!!! You're Jackson Daniels the challenge daddy. I saw you on the cover of Challenge Daddies and Men & Suits magazine. I'm a huge fan."<br />
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"Um, thank you."<br />
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"I wanted to know if I could be your next surrogate, unless you already have one. I mean I'll be like perfect. I'm a fairy, having a fairy in your challenge would be fun, right? Unless you don't want a fairy in your challenge. I hope you do. Sorry I'm talking too much, it's just I've never talked to a celebrity before, and I'm so nervous."<br />
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A fairy? I had never seen a fairy before in my life. I never knew they even existed until today. Believing this was probably just a dream, I accepted her offer.<br />
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<b>~Izzy's P.O.V.~</b><br />
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Dad has been acting weird this past week, like ever since we were at the mall. At first I thought it was because of that Bunny chick. I think he was still in disbelief that she was an actually fairy, even after she pulled a couple fairy tricks on him to make him believe. I mean come on. Dad has been a fan of supernaturals all his life, I couldn't believe he never thought they existed, until a week ago. Besides all this I think my dad was hiding something from me. He'd been all secretive and I think everyone besides me was in on it.<br />
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I was about to find out the secret because the doorbell rang and everyone made me get it. Chase even gave me an 'I know something you don't know' smile when I walked to the door.<br />
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I didn't bother looking out the peep hole and just swung the door open. I was about to say hello but I became speechless and my eyes widened when I caught sight of who it was.<br />
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"Hey Izzy," he said, giving me a small wave.<br />
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"Hardy?" I managed to say through my shaky voice, probably from the pure shock that I was going through. I couldn't believe it was Hardy.<br />
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"HARDY! I can't believe it's you. What are you doing here?" I yelled as I swung my arms around his waist and squeezed him as tightly as I could.<br />
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"Your dad called and rearranged for me to come out here for a few days," he said with a breathless voice. Most likely because I was squeezing the life out of him at that moment.<br />
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I grabbed Hardy's hand and dragged him inside. I found my dad in the game room and approached him with Hardy by my side.<br />
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"Dad you're the coolest! I cannot believe you paid for Hardy to come visit! Thank you so much," I said, grinning.<br />
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My dad smiled, "You're welcome sweetie." He then placed his hand on his chin and studied Hardy for a minute. "So this is your werewolf friend from Sunlit Tides? It's nice to meet you in person."<br />
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"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Daniels."<br />
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The next day was the Spring Festival and my dad decided to take all of us. When we arrived we all went our separate ways and did different things on our own, but Hardy and I stayed together.<br />
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Miya ran off and joined some other kids in an Easter egg hunt that was happening. She was very good at finding lost objects and pretty much found most of the hidden eggs.<br />
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Darrian played horseshoes throughout the whole day. He loveed that game and always wanted to play. Today was his first time playing and he mastered the game quickly.<br />
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Chase wanted to get his face painted so he and Bunny went to the face painting booth. His face was painted as a skull and Bunny's face was painted like a bunny. Chase enjoyed hanging out with Bunny; she was so funny and loved to giggle.<br />
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My dad was working the kissing booth. I felt bad for him when no one offered to kiss him, but that didn't bother him. Barely anyone came to the festival, and whoever did probably didn't want to kiss a complete stranger anyway.<br />
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Hardy and I enjoyed playing a few games together. We even decided to check out the love machine for fun. When the machine said we were a perfect match I couldn't help but blush. Unknown to Hardy, I've liked him more than friends ever since we were 14. But he doesn't like me like that so I've never told him my feelings.<br />
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By the end of the day we all enjoyed ice cream together before we headed home for the night.<br />
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On Hardy's last day in Crystalline Cove we decided to just hang outside and shoot some hoops. We even decided to make a contest out of it.<br />
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"I'm so gonna beat you Izzy," Laughed Hardy.<br />
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"No way. I went to Basketball camp. I have the skills that not even you have," I boasted.<br />
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"Yeah right, then you go first."<br />
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"Alright I will."<br />
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I bounced my basketball a couple times before I ran and dunked it through the hoop with skill. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the look on Hardy's face as I landed back on the ground.<br />
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"Alright. Your turn."<br />
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"Huh?!" Hardy shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. When he realized it was his turn he looked at me with an evil grin and said. "That was nothing; watch how a real basketball player does it."<br />
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Hardy then bounced his basketball a few times too before he made his dunk. His dunk was pretty much the same dunk I did, but he was able to hang onto the hoop a few seconds longer before he landed back on the ground. It was a close call but he won.<br />
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After Hardy won he didn't rub it in my face, instead we continued to play some one on one basketball. Our game lasted all afternoon and by the time the sun set we were both exhausted and in desperate need of showers.<br />
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Hardy and I were laughing and talking about how fun our day was and how sad it was going to be when he had to leave tomorrow. It was when we talked about him leaving and us maybe not seeing each other for who-knows-how-long that he kissed him. It came as a surprised and I sure wasn't expecting it.<br />
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"Oh, ah, sorry," Hardy said, looking away and obviously embarrassed. "It was just I really like you, like more than friends, and since I'm leaving tomorrow I thought this might be my last chance and-"<br />
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"HARDY!" I said, with a smile.<br />
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"Yeah?" he asked, waiting for me to say that we wouldn't work out. I think that's what he was most nervous about by the look on his face.<br />
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I giggled and said, "Shut up and kiss me."<br />
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Hardy's frown turned into a large grin and he leaned over to kiss me once more. Kissing him back, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he did the same to my waist. His lips were so soft and my head was spinning from his touch. This was moment I'd dreamed of when I first realized my feelings towards him and now it was happening and I didn't want it to end.<br />
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Then it started raining, but that didn't stop us and we continued kissing, letting the rain soak our clothes.<br />
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<b>~Jackson's P.O.V.~</b><br />
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I don't know how Izzy had gotten a cold. She couldn't stop sneezing at all when we dropped Hardy off at the airport. In fact, I think Hardy was sneezing too. I swear, these kids need to wear a coat if they're gonna be playing out in the rain.<br />
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After Hardy's visit Izzy seemed to be in a much better mood then she had been a week ago, and she was all up for a party for Robert, Aloura and Dustin's birthday. She even offered to make their birthday cake and she never liked baking. Something was definitely up with her. Must have been that Hardy kid, but I'm not going to ask questions because I have a feeling I don't want to know or even think about it.<br />
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Bunny's pregnancy was going smoothly but she seemed to be getting much bigger than the last mothers, but I assumed it had something to do with fairies, so I never bothered to ask.<br />
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The babies' due date was getting close so Bunny and I decided to pass the time by playing some dominoes. She said she was never really good at the game, so I felt like I had this game in the palm of my hands. But when I lost I was surprised and Bunny couldn't stop giggling at me. I think I was just played for a fool.<br />
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After the constant giggles from my lost, Bunny went into labor. I didn't freak out beccause I was used it by now. I calmly collected the car keys and rushed Bunny to the hospital where she delivered not one, not two, but <i>four</i> beautiful babies.<br />
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Welcoming babies 7-10, Koala, Hamster, Squirrel, and Echidna. All but Echidna were born a fairy. I felt bad for Echidna, and feared she would later become jealous of her three siblings, so Bunny went out and bought little Echidna a shirt just for her; saying Mommy's Little Fairy!<br />
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<b>Thank you all for reading!!!</b><br />
<b> I love your feedback, so please comment!!</b><br />
<b>I wanna thank Ashby Lemi for letting me use her sim, Hardy Lemi.</b><br />
<b>I would also like to thank <a href="https://www.facebook.com/aideybabes.sims">Aideybabe Sims</a> for allowing me to use his sim Bunny Fairchilde and for the baby name ideas for all four babies. <3><!--3--><!--3--></b><br />
<b>You can read Bunny's legacy <a href="http://fairchildelegacy.blogspot.com/">here</a>.</b><br />
<b>Thank you Aidey!!! <3></b><br />
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<b>EDITED WITH LOVE BY LOGAN FEY <3<!--3--><!--3--></b></div>
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"I want to thank you again for joining my challenge. I cannot believe that I'm the father of 4 kids now, soon to be 101, if you include Izzy."<br />
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Today was the morning that Becca would be moving out of my house and soon become someone else's surrogate. We all planned on her big shift out and had a small fair, well party, the day before. Now the day is here and Becca had all her belongings packed and ready to move back to her own home. I have to admit that I'm gonna miss the adult company but I will soon have another woman here to take Becca's place.</div>
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"No need to thank me Jackson, I'm glad to help. In fact I have a friend who would like to join your challenge next if that's alright."<br />
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"You're kidding, I need all the help I can get for this challenge. Do I know this woman?"</div>
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"You bet. She's the receptionist at the A.I. Center. Her name is Magdalena Kwinn."<br />
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"And she wants to join my challenge?"<br />
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"Don't worry she's a registered surrogate too and she knows all about male challenges."<br />
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"Well tell her she's welcome to join."<br />
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"Great. I'll give her a call once I get home. Which reminds me, I better get going before I miss the train."</div>
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Becca walked over to the front door to where her suitcases sat untouched on the floor. She then turned to place Darrian back on the ground, he looked sad and almost like he was going to cry. This would be the first time the kids would be away from their mommy. As much as it saddened me to see my babies cry, their mom had to go for me to continue this challenge.<br />
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After a few short words passed from mother to son, Chase and Miya ran into the hall from the living room to say goodbye to their mommy as well. She gave each of them a kiss goodbye before leaving.</div>
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Seconds after Becca left Miya walked up to me with one arm stretched out and the saddest looking face.<br />
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"Daddy, did mommy go bye bye forever?"</div>
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I frowned when she said those words, but I bent over and picked her up. "Not at all, sweetheart. Mommy is just going to live somewhere else. She will be here to visit you all the time."<br />
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"Really, daddy? You promise?"<br />
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"I promise."<br />
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"I love you, daddy."<br />
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"I love you, too, Miya."</div>
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Miya smiled for the first time today and then gave me one of her famous, Miya kisses on the cheek. I don't know why but just that one kiss made me forget about all my troubles and sad past, and I smiled.<br />
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"Thank you for the kiss, Miya, daddy needed that."<br />
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"Hehe. You're welcome daddy."</div>
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For the next hour I sat upstairs playing 'run away from daddy' with the triplets. I had to cut the game short when I heard the house phone rang. I would have probably let it ring since I was all too exhausted from all the running around, but I was expecting a call from Izzy.<br />
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Izzy had spent a week in Sunlit Tides visiting her Uncle Sam and grandparents. After Isabella passed I never made much contact with her side of the family and I felt bad for keeping Izzy from them. Now Izzy takes two week vacations there twice a year. It was the least I could do for them and Izzy loves spending time with them all. I wasn't expecting her back for another week so I made sure I called her every chance I got and never missed a call from her.<br />
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When I answered the phone I expected Izzy to go on about how Uncle Sam tripped again on the kitchen floor, or how her and grandpa snuck a cookie before dinner without grandma knowing, but this time she went on about how she met a real life werewolf.</div>
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"A werewolf? You sure?"<br />
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"Daddy, he's a werewolf. I got to see him transform too, but he got in trouble from his mom for doing in public but it was so cool, daddy! You should have seen it"<br />
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"Wait, did you say he? Is this a boy, Izzy? Now I don't want you kissing this boyfriend of yours, Izzy."<br />
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"DADDY?! He's not my boyfriend. He's my friend. His name is Hardy and I don't like him like that."<br />
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"Alright, but no kissing. You're too young for that kind of stuff."<br />
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"DADDY!"<br />
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"Haha! Alright. Seen you soon sweetheart. I love you. Bye."<br />
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"Love you, too, daddy. Bye."</div>
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<b>3 Weeks Later</b></div>
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Several things happened in the last three weeks. First of all Izzy finally came home from her trip to Sunlit Tides. All she did was talk about this Hardy kid and even mentioned how they're gonna talk on the phone and Skype with each other until they can see each other again. I'm going to have to meet this Hardy kid.<br />
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Secondly, Magdalena moved into the house. Izzy and the kids loved her. Miya especially loved her hair color and constantly kept playing with it. I was beginning to feel like she was getting annoyed, but she informed me it was fine. She helped out a lot at the daycare and was used to having her hair pulled by toddlers.<br />
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And lastly, I got a call from some photographer wanting to take pictures of me and several others for a couple of magazines she worked for. I was hesitant about this. I had never had my pictures taken professionally, especially pictures of myself shirtless, which they had mentioned. I think they thought I didn't catch them saying shirtless, but I did. I ended up agreeing to the shoot anyways. One of the magazines the woman worked for was called Challenge Daddies and she said I would be on the cover. It was a great way to get exposure in the challenge community and it would be a lot easier to get some surrogates for the challenge. Plus, I would be getting my pictures taken with two other challenge dads. I never met any other challenge father before, or mother as the matter of fact. I couldn't pass up the chance to meet other fathers doing the challenge too.</div>
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Magdalena offered to watch all my kids as I made my trip to Hidden Springs for the shoot. It was a long way from home, but thankfully it was far from my home town of Bridgeport as well.<br />
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I walked into the studio and to the front desk. No one was there so I rang the bell that sat on the counter. I did it a couple times to make sure I was heard, but no one came out. Instead someone else said hi.<br />
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"Hi."</div>
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I turned around, stunned at the sight of another person in the room. I hadn't seen or heard him when I first walked in. Which is why I was so surprised to see this man now.<br />
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"She's in the back getting the set ready. Why don't you come and sit. It might be another minute or so."<br />
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"Um, alright," I said slowly as I walked over to sit in one of the chairs next to this guy.</div>
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"Um, are you one of the challenge dads who came for the shoot too?"<br />
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"Yeah. I'm Aiden Swan. A new father to the challenge. You?"<br />
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"I'm new too. I'm Jackson Daniels."<br />
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"Hi, Jackson. Nice to meet you. So what inspired you to start this challenge?"<br />
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"Um, my wife."</div>
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"Your wife, and she's okay with it?"<br />
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"Ah, well, she's not alive anyway."<br />
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"Oh I'm so sorry."<br />
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"No it's okay. Who inspired you to start yours?"<br />
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"Well, it's a funny story-"</div>
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"Jackson Daniels! Glad you could make it." Before Aiden even had the chance to answer my question a woman walked into the room from the back. She looked crazy with the weird clothing she wore and the mixture of different colors that normally wouldn't go together. She had a friendly feel to her and personality that said she was an artist with an overly creative mind.</div>
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There was a sound of another person entering the room and the last guy for the shoot entered the studio. He had white blonde hair and I later learned his name was Logan Fey. It was great to finally meet some challenge dads and know that I'm not the only one.</div>
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The photographer gave us a brief summery of what we would be doing for the shoot and then led us to the back so we could begin taking photos.</div>
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~*~<br />
<b>3 Months Later</b></div>
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Isabella, Isabella was who I was dreaming about before I was suddenly awoken by a very excited Izzy. She was wearing her PJ's and jumping on my bed.<br />
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"Daddy, daddy! Wake up! It's snowing!"<br />
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I let out a low grunt as I lazily sat up on the bed. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and Izzy came into my vision. She had the biggest grin on her face and now, thankfully, wasn't jumping on my bed anymore. Instead she sat next to me.<br />
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"Daddy, it's snowing. Does that mean we can put up the Christmas tree now?"<br />
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"Yes," I smiled sleepily.</div>
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An hour later the tree was up and decorated. Izzy took a step back to admire the beautiful tree for a minute before running into the other room to call Hardy and tell him about it.<br />
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I stayed where I was to admire the tree myself. It looked great- Izzy did an amazing job on it. She was just like her mother, always had a creative eye and a skill for decorating. Something I had none of.</div>
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I was soon joined by Magdalena holding Chase in her arms. "Admiring the tree?"<br />
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"Yeah, Izzy loves decorating the tree."<br />
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"Well she's very good at it."</div>
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"Couldn't agree more. I don't know what I would do without her. So did you need something?"<br />
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"Not at all, just came to remind you of the triplet's birthday."<br />
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"Oh, yes, thank you."</div>
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I walked into the kitchen with Magdalena right behind me. A freshly baked cake sat on the counter and balloons sat on the floor. Izzy had already hung up with Hardy and now had a blow horn ready for the birthday song.<br />
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I lit the candles and quickly picked up Darrian and we all wished him a happy birthday and he got to blow out the candles. You should have seen how adorable he looked trying so hard to blow out every last flame.</div>
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I re-lit the candles and we did the same thing for over Chase and again for Miya. One by one each of my kids grew into energetic, video game playing, sugar-loving children.</div>
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Magdalena's pregnancy was going smoothly and she was due any day. To celebrate the almost delivery she wanted to play in snow. She had a lot of energy for being a 9 month pregnant woman, but I didn't protest and we decided to make a day out of it for the household.<br />
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We all partnered up to see who could make the best snowman. I was with Darrian, Izzy with Magdalena, and Miya with Chase. Each of us picked our spot and we started building. </div>
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I would say that mine and Darrian's snowman was the best but the girls insisted that their's were. There was a short argument before Darrian and I gave in and let them win. We offered the title to them but they just kept saying that we knew their's was the best but were afraid to admit it.</div>
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After the snowmen contest the girls wouldn't lighten up on the whole we can't admit defeat thing. I just ignored them and threw myself in the snow and made a couple snow angels.</div>
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Not long after getting the girls to stop talking about the snowmen thing I heard Miya crying out to me.<br />
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"DADDY!!!! Chase crushed our snowman!"<br />
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"No I didn't!", Chase yelled in defense.<br />
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"Yes, he did. Look, daddy, our snowman is a lump of snow now!"<br />
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"Don't believe her dad. She's lying!"<br />
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"Am not!"<br />
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"You are too!"<br />
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"NOT!"<br />
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"GUYS STOP IT! Miya you can make a new snowman, and Chase crush your own stuff, okay?" I yelled back at them. I swear these kids didn't know when to quit fighting. I needed to get back in the house.</div>
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When Magdalena began to complain about backaches we agreed that our snow day of fun was over.</div>
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Back in the house we changed into some warmer clothes and began doing our own thing. I sat on the computer and worked on my forth book. My first three books were published and I was beginning to make a name for myself. My books were popular enough that I was able to support my family and be a full time dad.<br />
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I was not on the computer an hour before Izzy came by wanting to use it. "Daddy, I need the computer. Hardy is getting on Skype and I want to talk to him."<br />
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"Why don't you call him sweetie?"<br />
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"DADDY! He's on Skype and we want to video chat."<br />
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"Alright. Alright. I'm getting off." </div>
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I logged off and Izzy logged on. She was on Skype a few minutes before we heard some commotion going on in the other room. When I ran to investigate I found Magdalena in labor. Luckily I got to her in time to take her to the hospital. There she gave birth to three little babies.</div>
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Robert, Aloura and Dustin, were the names I settled on for my three newest babies. I couldn't believe that I got another set of triplets. But what do you expect when you use A.I.? I'm just lucky that I had Becca to help me out and now Magdalena.</div>
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<b>I'm just as surprised as any of you that Jackson got another 3 babies. I was hoping for twins, but hey 3 is still good. More babies the better for the challenge. :)</b><br />
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<b>I hope you all enjoyed chapter 2 and I would love to hear your thoughts and opinions on it, so please comment. :)</b><br />
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<b>Edited with love by Logan <3 </b></div>
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I packed all our belongings and got the hell out of Sunlit Tides fast as I could. I had only one destination on my mind and that was Crystalline Cove. A town far from anyone I know. I wanted to start fresh, far away from Sunlit Tides, Bridgeport, or Sunset Valley.<br />
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This new town is roughly 2,000 miles away from the closest town I had ever stepped foot in. Crystalline Cove was a large town, with a total of 40,000 residents occupying many of the homes that were built here. It was made up of mostly middle class and had a very good educational system. It was also a very good town to raise kids in with all the nice neighborhoods.<br />
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I used the money I got from selling my home in Sunlit Tides and bought mine and Izzy's new home. It's a two story home with 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and a fair enough yard.</div>
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It didn't take long for Izzy and I to get settled in our new home. I mostly spent my days sitting by the fire watching Izzy play with her favorite toy, her werewolf bear. If I wasn't relaxing by the fire I was writing, writing was my favorite past time and my career choice.</div>
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Izzy mostly played with her bear when at home, but she loved to go to school everyday because she hoped to one day run into a werewolf in her class. Seeing Izzy everyday play with no one but her bear made me think about the 100 Baby Challenge again. Is it a good idea to start the challenge so Izzy wouldn't be an only child? No, I would be betraying Isabella, but then again she did tell me to do the challenge. But that was just a dream that my mind made up because that woman at the park mentioned it. Or was it?</div>
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Izzy went off to school and I left the house for the first time in a week to explore the parts of the town I hadn't been to before. I didn't bother taking the car, I just walked through the town. God knows I needed the air from being cooped up for so long.<br />
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The mid summer air was cool and felt great against my skin and my mind wandered to random thoughts stirring in my head. I thought about the upcoming winter and Christmas. What was I going to get Izzy for Christmas? What did she want? Another teddy bear? Or maybe something werewolf related?<br />
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I was so distracted by my thoughts that I hadn't realized that my feet had taken me to the last place I would have thought I go. The A.I. Center.<br />
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"Hello sir, how may I help you today?", said a woman behind the counter, looking at me with a warm grin. Not like the grins you see on the employees at the mall, where all the smiles were rehearsed and you know they would rather be anywhere but there.</div>
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With a clueless expression on my face I looked at the woman before me, whose smile hasn't faded in the least bit since I walked in. "I, ah, um."<br />
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"Are you here to do an artificial insemination?", she asked, sounding like she asked that question a million times before. Of course she has, it was an A.I. center, that's all they do here.<br />
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"Yeah." The word slipped passed my lips before I had the chance to stop it.<br />
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"Name?"<br />
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"Daniels, Jackson Daniels."<br />
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"Great, " She smiled. She leaned behind her counter and pulled out a clipboard and started writing a few things down at the top, and then looked back at me. "Are you using a surrogate?<br />
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"Yeah."<br />
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"Surrogate's name?"<br />
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"Uh. I, I don't have one."<br />
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"Sir, you need a surrogate."</div>
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"I'll be his surrogate," a woman yelled out from behind me.<br />
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I looked around and saw a young woman about the age of 22 with white, green and blue hair and wearing an outfit that matched. "You'd be my surrogate? You don't even know me. I don't even know you."</div>
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She got up and causally walked over to me, smiling she then reached out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Becca Andrews and I work here, I'm also a certified surrogate for men who wish to start a family without a wife."<br />
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"Huh? How'd you kn-"<br />
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"I've worked in this business long enough to tell that you want to start a family or to at least make a bigger one without a wife. And besides if you were looking for a surrogate to hold you and your wife's baby you'd be in here with your wife, not by yourself."</div>
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"I don't just want to start a big family. I want to have one hundred kids."<br />
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"OH, you're one of those male baby challengers aren't you? I've heard of them before, it's so nice to finally meet one, especially here in Crystalline Cove. We've never had anyone doing a challenge live here before."<br />
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"So you know the rules and you're still willing to be a surrogate?"<br />
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"Of course. Here I'll help fill out your papers and we'll get started."<br />
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A few hours later I arrived home. It was nearing four in the afternoon, about the time that Izzy should be home. I called out her name as I locked the the front door and walked down the hall.</div>
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I heard a screech of a wooden chair on tile and a patter of running feet and then Izzy came out from the kitchen door, running and calling out to me. "DADDY!!"<br />
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I grinned at the sight of my daughter getting excited about my arrival, and got down on one knee with my arms stretched out, waiting for a hug.</div>
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She ran into my arms and I lifted her in the air, spinning her in circles. "How was my big girl's day at school?"</div>
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"It was great, daddy. I met a bunch of new people and one kid in class said she knew a real live werewolf. Can you believe it? Do you think I will meet a werewolf one day, daddy?"<br />
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"Of course you will sweetheart. But the werewolf you meet will be prince in disguise and when you kiss him he'll turn into a real life prince."<br />
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"Haha! Oh daddy. That's the frog prince. I'm not gonna kiss a werewolf, I'm gonna marry one and have werewolf babies."<br />
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"Whatever you say sweetheart."</div>
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I placed Izzy back on the ground, still laughing I said, "You wanna play some dominoes?"<br />
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"You bet."<br />
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We're both pretty competitive when it comes to playing against each other, we always make bets, like doing the winner's chores. Yet I always find myself losing, it might be that I let her win but I think it's because I pretty much stink at this game.<br />
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"Your going down daddy."<br />
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"Is that so?"</div>
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"Yeah. And you have to shave that prickly hair on your cheeks when I win."<br />
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"What if I win?"<br />
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"Come on daddy, do you really think that's necessary?"<br />
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I took a moment to think about it. She was right, I was most likely gonna lose anyways. Why waste the breath with my terms if it's never gonna happen anyways? Besides, I'm only playing so I can break the ice about me starting the challenge. Becca would be arriving at our place in about an hour with her belongings.</div>
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When I told Izzy about Becca and her becoming a big sister, she surprised me by actually being happy to hear the news. I think more happy for me then her. That I'm actually doing something other than staying at home all day.<br />
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Izzy knew all about how I wanted to have a big family and told me multiple times before that she wanted a bunch of brothers and sisters; to keep herself occupied and to see me happy again.<br />
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The months that followed Becca's move into the house I found my self outside a lot more than usual. The leaves began to fall from the trees, indicating that fall had arrived. I would rake for hours at a time, because whenever I finished raking up the leaves from one section of the yard more leaves would fall and fill the space.<br />
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I mostly threw myself into chores, avoiding all communication with Becca. Ever since Becca told me that she was pregnant I've been finding ways to avoid her. The constant falling of leaves gave me a good 2 hours a day. At first I thought it was because I was scared of being a father again, but I realized later that it was because I was feeling guilty. I had done the one thing I vowed to never do when Isabella died; I started my dream of having a big family <i>without</i> her.</div>
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In the time that Becca had been staying with us her and Izzy had become great friends. They would watch TV together all the time. Whenever I buried myself in work, Izzy was there to keep Becca company.<br />
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"Izzy, does your father not like me?"<br />
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"What do you mean, Becca?"<br />
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"I mean he has been avoiding me. I don't think he likes having me around and I have a feeling he's regretting having this baby."</div>
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"I don't think so."<br />
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"You don't?"<br />
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"No. My dad wants a big family, it's just hard because he always wanted to have that family with my mom, but she died when I was a baby."<br />
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"Oh, I'm so sorry."<br />
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"It's okay. If it makes you feel any better I'm excited about the baby."<br />
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"It makes me feel a little better."</div>
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After raking what I can of the leaves I put the rake back in the garage and walked into the house. I decided to relax and maybe watch some TV before I started my next chore, but I was unaware that Becca was in the TV room, I walked right in.<br />
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I was going to walk right back out until Becca stopped me. "Jackson I know this must be hard for you."<br />
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I turned to face her. She sat on the floor, leaning against the couch with one hand on her round belly. She patted on the empty space next to her on the floor and I slowly sat down.<br />
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"Izzy told me about Isabella." My eyes quickly looked to Becca with surprise. "Is that why you won't talk to me? Do you feel guilty about doing this challenge and that these babies aren't hers?", she said, pointing to her big round belly.</div>
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"I didn't-"<br />
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"It's okay Jackson. I know it must be hard for you. I lost my fiance with brain cancer 5 years ago. I was devastated but I pulled through it and now I'm helping guys like you start families."<br />
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I glanced over at Becca, saying nothing.<br />
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"I know you feel like your world has no meaning and that you'll never get over it, and you think that you betrayed your wife by having a baby with with me. I know because that's how I felt when I became a surrogate and got pregnant. I felt like I betrayed my fiance by moving on but you know what, I would never take back what I did for that family. I gave them the family they always wanted and I was happy for the first time in a long time."</div>
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I narrowed my eyes. "How old are you?"<br />
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Becca busted out laughing and I couldn't help but smile. "I tell you my heartfelt story and all you say in return is ask my age? Haha."<br />
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I chuckled along with her laughs. "So how old are you really though."<br />
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"29. I'm 29. And for the record, don't ask that to your future surrogates. For me, I don't mind telling my age. I feel that age is just a number."<br />
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I smiled again but mostly to myself. I looked at Becca and she gave me a friendly smile in return. "Thank you."<br />
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"No problem."<br />
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The next morning I got up nice and early, but instead of running off and doing chores I joined Becca and Izzy for breakfast. I even made breakfast, some nice fluffy waffles. Becca had been making Izzy's breakfast for the months she'd been staying here since I'd always run off, so I thought I'd return the favor to her by making it this time.<br />
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"Look daddy, the window is frosted."<br />
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"Yeah, I guess winter is coming early this year."<br />
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"ALRIGHT!!"</div>
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I finished up the waffles and we all sat and had a nice hot breakfast. Izzy and Becca both payed me compliments on my talents of knowing my way around the kitchen, but I just shrugged it off saying that it was just an old family recipe that I'd known all my life. Nothing fancy.<br />
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"Oh, no, Jackson you should be a chef."<br />
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"It's just waffles, besides I'm more better at writing than cooking."</div>
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When the school bus arrived, Izzy hurried off to school and Becca helped me clean up the kitchen. I cleaned the dishes while she placed the leftovers in the fridge.</div>
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"Thanks for breakfast Jackson."<br />
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"It's the least I can do for the way I've behaved these last months."<br />
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I smiled and she smiled back, but then her expression changed and she looked like she was in pain. Then I noticed that floor was wet and she screamed.<br />
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"The baby," she yelled, clutching her stomach.<br />
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I went wide eyed and ran upstairs into my room to grab the keys by my bedside table. Then I helped Becca get to the hospital.</div>
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The labor lasted through most of the day and I had to call Izzy's school to let them know that I was at the hospital and I wasn't going to be home when Izzy left school. So one of her teachers kindly offered to drive her straight to the hospital and she waited in the waiting room while I was with Becca, helping her through the delivery.<br />
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When the doctor announced it was a girl I smiled at the thought of another daughter, and a baby sister for Izzy. But then two more babies came right after. Triplets. I was shocked but I couldn't be happier about my three newest children.</div>
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Maybe, just maybe this challenge wouldn't be so bad after all. I could see myself doing this 97 more times.<br />
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Welcome baby 1, <b>Miya</b>, baby 2, <b>Chase</b>, and baby 3, <b>Darrian</b>.<br />
<i>(Wanna thank Kaitlyn Thomas and Addy McKnight for the baby names)</i><br />
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<b>I hope you all liked the first chapter of Jackson's baby challenge and I would love your opinions and feedback, negative or positive. I only want to improve so any help is big help. Thank you all! :)</b><br />
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<b>EDITED WITH LOVE BY <u><span style="color: #073763;">LOGAN FEY</span></u>!</b></div>
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ForeverHaileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122555104188112345noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479737249302227393.post-30790457485815653382012-11-10T12:31:00.000-08:002012-11-10T12:31:55.820-08:00My Past: Part 2 of 2- Change of Plans<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Our life went from one big happy family to, why did it have to be us? We got the news a few weeks after Isabella's yearly examination that she had breast cancer. We were devastated to hear the news and spent that night crying in each other's arms.<br />
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Isabella had to get surgery to remove the lump and everything was fine until a year later. The lump came back and this time she didn't want another surgery. She wanted to make the best out of the time she had left.<br />
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"I want you to watch over our daughter. Make sure she's always loved."<br />
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"Why can't you just do the surgery? You'll get better and we can be one big happy family again."<br />
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"Because it's my time, Jackson. This is God's doing, to bring me to the other side. I can't stop what is meant to happen to me. Just know I will always love you."<br />
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That day she left me and I fell to the floor, holding her cold hands in mine, while the tears fell from my eyes.<br />
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The months that followed I fell into a deep depression. I locked myself away from the outside world, never leaving the house for anything. My brother-in-law did stop by to check up on me every once in while but mainly to see if Izzy was still okay and that the house hadn't burned down yet.<br />
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"Come on Jackson snap out of it. It's been six months. You need to be there for your daughter. My niece. She's getting older and she's gonna start wondering what's wrong with her daddy."<br />
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"Just leave Sam. I'm in no mood."<br />
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"You know Jackson, Izzy asked me the other day if her daddy was gonna be seeing mommy soon. You're just sleeping all day and doing nothing, she thinks you're sick like Isabella was. She's doesn't want to lose her daddy too."<br />
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"What am I supposed to do? Act like I never lost her and everything is okay? I can't, I just can't."<br />
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"No, but my sister would have wanted you to be happy and move on. At least get out of the house and do something with your daughter."<br />
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"Alright fine. I'll take her to the park."<br />
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"Good boy. I'm gonna go. You think you're gonna be fine by yourself?"<br />
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"Yeah. Yeah."<br />
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That afternoon I took Izzy to the park. I sat alone on one of benches while my little girl played with one of her favorite toys- werewolf bear. She loved that bear, she loved all things werewolves.<br />
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My eyes looked up from Izzy when I heard laughter in the distance. There just 5 meters away was a young mother with purplish hair, playing with her daughter, or at least I think it's her daughter. I instantly thought of Isabella playing with Izzy like that. Riding one of those spring riders, playing, and having a great time. I shook my head and looked back at Izzy. I didn't want to risk breaking down here, at the park where everyone could see and pity me.<br />
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I was concentrating so hard on making sure I wouldn't think about Isabella that I hadn't noticed anyone sit next to me on the bench.<br />
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"Adorable little girl you have. Where's her mother?"<br />
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"Gone." I said it quickly, hoping to make whatever conversation this random woman was bringing up end.<br />
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"Oh, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business."<br />
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I looked up at the woman for the first time and saw that she was an older woman, around 40 maybe, I don't know. I've never seen her before which made me assume she was a visitor or maybe a tourist even. There's always new people coming and going on this little island.<br />
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"It's okay. I lost her about 6 months ago. We always wanted a big family but since she passed I lost all hope on that dream." I had no idea why I said this to a total stranger but there was something about her that made me want to trust her; like was my mother or grandmother or someone I could truly trust.<br />
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She gave me a warm smile, one a grandmother would give a grandson, and said, "Why give up the dream?"<br />
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"Ah, well I'm in no condition to start up another relationship, or even find someone who shares the same interests and have that special connection with like I did with my wife. Plus a lot of women nowadays don't want large families. They're always settled on 2 or 3."<br />
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The woman released a small laugh that was almost like whisper and looked at me like I was some clueless child. "There is no need for another relationship to have the big family that you want. Have you ever heard of the 100 Baby Challenge?"<br />
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I looked at her surprised. I've heard of the hundred baby challenge but something like that had never crossed my mind when I dreamed of a big family, besides I always dreamed of me and my kids playing on the front lawn of <i>our</i> house. "100 baby Challenge? But that won't help me at all. I want to keep my child, not have a bunch of children in a bunch of different challenges."<br />
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Again she released another low laugh. "Young man, I was referring to the male 100 Baby Challenge, not the female one."<br />
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"What? There's a male version? I've never heard of such a thing. That's insane! No man would want to do something like that."<br />
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"Oh there are men who would. In fact there are several."<br />
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I just sat there for the longest time thinking about what the woman had told me. What man would be crazy enough to have 100 children without a wife? Certainly not a man like me.<br />
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It was a long tiring day at the park but afterward Izzy was happy about seeing her father doing something other than sleep and cry all day. I came back with new found knowledge about baby challenges I never knew before, but the challenge was something I wouldn't even consider doing- ever. I planned on having a big family with Isabella, no one else. If I can't have a big family with her, then I'm not having a big family ever.<br />
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I closed my eyes and sleep came to me instantly.<br />
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I awoke a few hours later on the beach. It was light out and I could hear the sounds of the ocean and the animals. I rubbed the crust from my eyes as I looked at my surroundings. Where was I? How'd I get here?<br />
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I pushed myself off the ground and brushed the sand from my jeans, that I don't remember myself wearing when I fell asleep hours before.<br />
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I looked up and was shocked to see another person on the beach. She wasn't there a minute ago and I didn't even hear her walk up. It took me a few seconds after seeing her to realize that it wasn't just some random woman, it was Isabella.<br />
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I ran to her side and pulled her into a loving embrace. I was so happy to see her that I didn't think anything of why she was here and alive.<br />
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"Isabella, I'm so happy to see you. My gosh, Izzy gonna be so thrilled to see that you're well and no longer sick."<br />
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"Jackson no. I came here to talk to you, to help you. Understand?"<br />
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"Understand? You mean you're still sick?"<br />
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"No Jackson. I'm not sick. I'm fine. This is a dream, it was the only way for me to communicate with you."<br />
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"You mean none of this is real?"<br />
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"Of course it's real Jackson. It's really me visiting you in your dreams."<br />
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"Why'd you come?"<br />
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"I came to tell you that you need to do the 100 baby challenge."<br />
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"Wha-what? Why?"<br />
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"Cause I want you to move on Jackson. I want you to have your dream of a big family, so I'm telling you to do this. You need to heal and get over my death."<br />
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"But, you're the only one I want to have kids with."<br />
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"Jackson, all the children you have will be mine as well."<br />
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"But how do you know about the challenge Isabella? Did you send that woman to me? Did you tell her to tell me to do the challenge? Isabella I only want you."<br />
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"Jackson you will always have me. I will be with you always. I will watch over you as you do the challenge. I will protect you and all of your children."<br />
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"But-"<br />
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Isabella said nothing and pulled me close and gave me a long passionate kiss. It was so great being with her again and having her in my arms again, but that feeling melted away when she released her hold on me and started stepping backwards- still keeping eye contact.<br />
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"Isabella," I whispered, as my hand reached out to her, but she kept putting more and more distance between us.<br />
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"I will watch over you Jackson. You and all your children."<br />
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Those where her last words before she turned around and headed out towards the ocean, vanishing as she walked, until there was nothing left and I was alone once again.<br />
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My eyes opened and I was back home, in my room. I could still hear the sound of the ocean lingering in the air and I quickly looked to the clock on the bedside table.<br />
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3:00am.<br />
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I got up from the bed, hopped in the shower and put on a change of clothes. I started to pack my things and many other things as well. I needed to move, I couldn't live in Sunlit Tides anymore.<br />
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<b>Part 2 was a lot longer than part 1, so I hope known of you mind that and I hope you enjoyed what you read.</b><br />
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I never really talk about my past, I pretty much try to avoid it. I don't want to fall back into that state of pain again, to feel the heartbreak all over, and even now while I'm writing this I can't think of anything else.<br />
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This is probably one of the only times I will ever talk about her. I do think of her often, whenever I look at our daughter, but mostly about the good times, but whenever I do my mind can't help but wander off and think about the bad times too.</div>
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I will start my story where is all began- I was 21 and in College. It was spring break and my friends dragged me to Sunlit Tides to have a great time before we'd be sucked back into the piles of school work the following week.<br />
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I was always a ladies man, I had several girlfriends but none of them lasted more than 3 months. I was considered popular in high school, being on the football team, debate team and having straight A's. I was every girl's fantasy and every parent's dream. But, I never liked all the attention and having everyone know everything about me, that is probably why I went to an out of state college, where no one knew who I was- a fresh start. I didn't even tell anyone where I was going for fear that they might transfer. I didn't want to see anyone I knew in high school at my college.</div>
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I would have never guessed that the day I met Isabella Adams my life would change. She was 20 at the time and a native in Sunlit Tides. She had a degree in cosmetology and worked at the beauty salon downtown.<br />
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We hit it off right away and spent all our time together while I was on spring break, but when I had to leave we were both upset. I promised I would back soon and I was.</div>
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I went back to school and came back during the summer. We kept in touch through the phone and online. The last year in college was the longest year ever. I dreamed of the day of graduation so I could see Isabella again.<br />
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We started referring to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend a month after I first left her and when I graduated, I moved to Sunlit Tides. She was the longest relationship I ever had and I had never been happier in my life. I loved her.</div>
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After 2 years of going out we decided to tie the knot. It was a private wedding above the lake at one of Isabella's favorite places in town.<br />
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She was the love of my life and when we got married I never thought life could get any more perfect, until...</div>
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....Until Isabella told me she was pregnant. A baby was what we both wanted and when Isabella became pregnant both of us were overjoyed. We both wanted a large family and we wanted to have that large family together.</div>
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When Izzy was born, life was perfect and we were happy.<br />
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But the happiness wouldn't last long....<br />
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<b>I'm excited to finally get the first post out to you guys. I would love all of your feedback and stay tuned for part 2 of Jackson's past.<br />Thank you all! :)</b></div>
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