Back to Normal. Babies 53 and 54

Authors note. I realize I don't really focus much on the kids in my challenge. With this batch of 50 children I will make it my personal mission to include them much more! TO THE POST!
When we got home Patrick and Mikey were already teens. Very handsome teens if I may add.

Anna and Elizabeth were no longer babies, nor were they toddlers, they were two very spunky girls!

Elizabeth loved to paint. Whenever she wasn't at school or doing homework she was behind the easel. She's frustrated that she can't paint like I can, but I explained to her that it took hours of practice.

Anna has the same insane trait as Matt, and feels that Elephant is a gift from the gods. When Matt lets her, she feeds, cleans, holds, plays with, and even takes Elephant for walks. Those two were horrible! But then again, Jumangi was a hassle to take care of at times, and I didn't have to do a thing for Elephant. The squirrel stays. For now.

"You're never going to beat me!" Mikey mused.
"Oh really? Check, and mate." Patrick said placing his knight in the correct check mating position.
"Set em' up." Mikey muttered.
"Round nine shall begin!" Patrick mused, placing the pieces back onto the table. The two were opposites, at best. They played chess for three more hours straight, and Mikey didn't win but once.

Elizabeth, who was not all right in the head, was constant to harm herself.
"NO! I don't want to do this! Wait!" She begged, her hand zig-zagged in the air.

She began to choke herself. Then she shook her head and went back to the easel to begin painting again.

This is Twink. Anna found him on the way home from school. He is a stray cat, or should I say kitten. So we are his temporary home. Mikey and Patrick want to take him home with them when they age up, so he does have a permanent home with the Murray's technically.

While I was cleaning the house the girls let in this random fellow. His name is Josh Cantier, and his features are clearly shown. I was mesmerized by his nose, it was soo tiny!

"So, what do you say?" He asked. "Yeah, sure, uh, bedrooms up this way. You aren't going to get too clingy now are you?" I asked. He winked. "Maybe, you're too pretty too leave hanging."

We quickly got to "work." When we were finished he said goodbye and left. Later that night he invited me to a party. I didn't exactly return the invite.

Jumangi and Twink were not exactly fond of each other. Well, Jumangi wasn't fond of Twink anyways. He always went up to him and hissed. Twink on the other hand enjoyed playing with Jumangi, he would jump over him, and lick his fur.

Patrick wanted to learn how to drive, so Matt decided he would take him out for a spin.
"Alright, slow down for the turn, alright, yes. There ya go!"

Pregnancy was kicking in!

To get her minds off of things Elizabeth enjoyed cooking in her little oven. She made muffin after muffin, after muffin. She usually fed them to Jumangi.

Anna, on the other hand, liked to play by herself. She loved to play with barbie dolls, and would always make them have lots of kids.

Pregnancy was surely kicking in. Or was that just the baby? I felt my little bump as the anxious little ones kicked curiously.

Patrick and Mikey were ready to grow up. "WOOHOO!" Patrick cheered. "Yay, uh huh, yeah." Mikey said. They quickly aged into stunning young adults, and moved out. Taking Twink with them.

And then there were four. Matt and I decided that we should take a few family pictures, something I haven't done in a while.

The pictures were absolutely perfect. Afterwards, we all went upstairs to our bedroom and started to watch a movie. The girls got bored quickly, the movie wasn't that good at all.

And soon they both fell into a soft slumber.

The next day we watched a different movie, this time in the living room. "SH!" Anna said, trying to focus in on the main character, who was about to be attacked by a "scary" zombie. "I'm just saying, why doesn't she run faster, I mean the zombie isn't going that fast, and she could just punch the thing and the head would fly off, then she could run to the house, oh she's going to die. RUN!" Elizabeth yelled to the screen. The actress in the movie, did the worst fake fall in history and fell to her doom. "OH NO!" Anna yelled. "Oh gosh." Elizabeth sighed, giving herself a face palm.

Baby got swag! After two days my bump was big! We're talking multiples here! At least!

Night was drawing near so Matthew started to feed his little squirrel. I got online to chat with the challenge mothers, nothing was really active, which we hadn't talked for a while, which might have been why, but it felt like a ghost house.

Elizabeth had tired of the "scary" movie fast. "Listen children, parents." She whispered ominously. She grabbed a flashlight and flicked off all of the lights in the house, she began to tell a scary story.

"The dog licked her hand every hour. But she got up, and she could hear a slight dripping sound."
Elizabeth said loudly for all to hear. "That's gross!" Anna said.

"When the girl got up to go to the rest room the dripping became louder with every step."
"What is it?" I inquired.

"And hanging from the shower rod, was her dog. And it was dead. On the mirror written in blood, was 'People can lick too.'"
"Oh gosh! Where'd you hear that?!?!" Matthew asked, clearly disturbed.

"Some people say, that you can still hear the dog bark in the middle of the night, and that the girl was never seen again. The end."
"That was HORRIBLE!" Anna screamed.
"I don't want you to tell that story ever again. To anyone." Matt added.
"Fine. You gotta admit it was better than the movie." Elizabeth laughed, and flicked on the lights.

I stood up, and as soon as I did, I went into labor!

"I think-----you, scared, them, out!" I huffed between every word.

"What do I do?! What do I do!?" Matt started to freak out. You know I have to have at least fifty more babies, you should get used to this. No, you should be used to this. I wanted to say, but didn't. He was clearly distressed.

I gave birth to two very adorable girls. Say hello to Cinderella, Ella for short. Baby 51.

And Belle. Baby 52. Welcome to the world Cinderella, Belle. Welcome to the world. <3

Revelations Part III The Closer

Matthew and a gang of police cars showed up at the house in ten minutes flat. Two police officers piled into the room and took my mother from the bed, knocking the water to the floor. Matt found me in the hallway and held me as I watched them take my mother away. I almost regretted my decision, but she had been in the same house with my children, she had touched my children, she had thought of killing me, she had no right. "Let's go somewhere." Matt whispered, and he slipped into our room and a few seconds later appeared completely dressed in regular clothes. We walked to the park, and I couldn't imagine it was already dark outside. Matt sits on the swing and begins to pump his legs he flies through the air seamlessly, without disturbing anyone in his wake.

He scrapes the ground with his shoes and he comes to a halt and faces me.
"Kermit." He whispers.
"You haven't called me Kermit in, well, forever.." I whisper.
 "I know." He whispers back, a smile plays across his face.
 "We should get married." He said, childish and giddy.
"I know, but isn't that what this is for?" I asked, smiling. I held up my hand and showed him the small golden band with the single diamond placed upon it.
"Well of course, but I mean we should get married now." He said. We were at the park in the middle of the night. Escaping life. He stood and then kneeled on the ground in front of my swing.
"Do you Caitlin Marie Murray, take me, Matthew Jay Humphrey as your lawfully wedded husband? Through sickness and through health? For wealth and for poor?" He asked, he picked a dandelion and stuck it in my hand.

"I do." I whispered. He rose from his knee and took my hand. We ran by the small man made pond and stood on the little bridge.
 "Do you, Matthew Jay Humphrey, take me, Caitlin Marie Murray, as your lawfully wedded wife? Through sickness and through health? For wealth and for poor?" I asked.
"Well about that.." Matthew whispered.
"I would be honored, and of course I do!" He said.
"You may kiss the bride." I whispered. Two of his fingers reached for my chin, and with the lightest touch possible he tilted my head back and kissed me. The moonlight shone on the water, and the world stood still for the ten, twenty, thirty, blissful seconds he kissed me. When he stopped the world returned to normal, it began to spin again, I began to breathe, and a smile spread across Matthew's lips.

"So, where's our honey moon?" He whispered, I was going to respond, I so desperately wanted to, but my cell phone rang.
"Hello." I said into the receiver.
"Hello may I speak with Caitlin Murray?" A gruff voice asked.
"Present." I whispered. Matt was running his fingers through my hair.
"Your mother passed away, she commit suicide. I'm sorry, the charges will not be filed. She's at the morgue. Have a nice night." And the man hung up.
"Was that about your mom?" Matt asked, noticing the bewilderment in my eyes.
"Yeah, she's dead." I whispered, and for a moment I didn't want it to be true.
Matt covered me in an embrace. "But you're right here." He whispered in my ear. "And that's all that matters."
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Apparently my mother retold her story to the cops, a clean confession, but of course once they put her in the cell she lost it and decided she would live by her own rules. She stripped from her nightgown, and in the gleam of the night hung herself from the window bars. The cops didn't know when she had done it, there was an eye on her at all times, and yet it wasn't good enough. Diana and Sarah didn't believe me, that their perfect little mother could be a killer. I sat through her funeral, front row and watched her sink under the ground next to my father.
"She has no right, absolutely no right to be buried by him." I said.
"She didn't kill anyone Cait. Mom wouldn't do that." Sarah insisted.
"Well, she's already under, it doesn't really matter." Diana whispered, shaking her head.
"Alright now to discuss her furniture, and the money.." Sarah said, sitting on the ground.
"Take it, you two, take it all. I don't want a single thing of hers. If she put it in the will throw it away." I said, staring at the headstone which read Cecilia Murray, a loving mother and wife. You will be missed. Yes because mothers killed their sons, who weren't a day over two.
"Even the money?" Diana said.
"I don't want any of it. She hated me anyways, if she left anything its probably trash." I said. I rubbed my fingers on my fathers headstone.
"She didn't hate you." Sarah said rolling her eyes.
"Listen, Matt's at the hotel waiting for this to be over with so we can go home. I happen to have five kids at home right now. Have any questions call, but its going to be the same answer over and over again. I don't want it, you can have it." I said, and I rose to my feet abruptly.
"Alright... Bye." Diana said, and she watched me walk to my car, get in and speed away. I honestly didn't want to have a thing to do with my family anymore. They all thought I was a liar, not even my mothers old friends who knew her right after she ran. I had made it all up. Of course, that's what happened.

When I got to the hotel room Matt was there with open arms. I fell into them easily. "Let's go home and forget this all." He whispered into my ear. "If only it were that easy." I whispered back. "I never in my wildest dreams imagined it like this, at the very most I thought she was harboring so much love that she couldn't show it all. I didn't know I was the copycat image of a son she killed with her hands, and a knife." I whispered. The tears burned the back of my eyes, but I would not cry. "It's okay... I'm here." Matt whispered and he held me tighter. I gave up fighting and melted. Tears stained the back of his shirt, and were burning my flesh. He slid down the wall and let me sit in his lap, he rocked me back and forth. "It's all alright." He whispered over and over again.
       That night I decided that I had no connections with "Cecilia Marie Murray." There's more irony concealed in that, than even I want to explore. I've never met the woman in my life, and if I have any say in it, I was an only child. Diana and Sarah never called me, like they promised, and in my wedding nightmare my mother is the one who sets off the bombs, leaping from her blood puddle and laughing, pulling a trigger. The night is a long and restless one.