Chapter 2.13: Not a Mistake

“Hey Rosemary, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, just got home. Did anyone bother you about Cody today?”

“My mom did a little bit, and I kinda flipped out on her. I felt bad about it so I took her to get her hair done right after, but I’m so tired of people babying me about it, I’m totally fine.” I grumbled.

“I know how you feel, every since that night, I got like, ten bouquets of flowers sent to my house. I’m not even dating him anymore!” Rosemary laughed.

“Yeah, people just don’t get it. Cody hurt me by doing what he did. He can burn in hell for all I care.”

“Wow Kirsten!”

Appaloosa Plains was now beautifully blanketed in crystal white snow.

Every since coming back from our dramatic trip to Riverview, every one has been babying me like no other. I can’t do anything on my own, and everybody looks at me sympathetically.

For goodness sakes, I barely knew Cody! Sure, I was excited to have a brother, but I tried to stop him, I tried so hard. Shows how little his little sister meant to him.

But alas, I’m ready to move on and pretend like it never happened.

When the twins made the switch from breast-milk to cows milk, we decided to go all out and make our own milk. I definitely did not want my children drinking chemical induced store bought milk!

So of course, I bought my own cows.

One black one named Clarabelle, and two brown ones, Danny and Dakota.

I even milked them myself!

Seymour found them more amusing than helpful, and took the opportunity to goof around with them whenever possible.

But he sure did enjoy homemade chocolate milkshakes!

Christmas morning arrived, and we invited our family over. It filled our hearts with joy and love as always.

We were so excited to celebrate the twins’ very first Christmas!

Erik and Sylvia had their first kiss together under the mistletoe.

As upset as Seymour was about Erik dating a new woman, even he had to admit that they made a sweet couple.

I started spending a lot more time with Gwendolyn and Persephone, to help Gwendolyn plan for her wedding.

She set the date for early next winter. Her plans were for just the family to fly out to Aurora Skies, where an intimate ceremony would be held.

As time passed on, the babies began growing rapidly…

The Crumplebottom sisters had already warned us that the babies would be born witches as well, but we were still shocked to see Salem using her magic so early. Her first little magic trick, was making her toys disappear into thin air, then reappear, along with beautiful, bright  bursts of light.

It was a beautiful thing to witness Agnes’ gift shining through the next generation!

Although Yellow wasn’t doing any bewitching magic, he was the first to take his first steps, which was just as magical to us!

Yellow is a really good kid, especially compared to his fussy sister. We love them both so much, but Yellow makes our job much easier.

When spring arrived, My parents moved out of their house and bought a small houseboat. They were excited to sail around the world. I cried so hard throughout the move, but finally, I was at peace with it, if it meant they’d be happy.

Their old house across the street was now for sale, so we were pretty anxious to see who would move in next, since we know just about everyone in town.

My mom and dad invited us over to spend some time with them before they set sail.

The kids said their final goodbyes to Grandma and Grandpa, and off they went.

They promised to make a trip back in the summer, because they didn’t want to miss the kids’ first birthday.

When the twins turned one, Seymour and I planned a little pool party and invited all the neighborhood kids. This also served as a great purpose to show to off my body I’ve been working so hard on since the babies were born.

“Honey, where should I put these things?” Seymour joked, dangling the babies upside down above the water.

“Gee, well I already got my picture, I guess you can just toss them right there!” I giggled.

I was very thankful that our babies were born right in the middle of the Appaloosa Plains post-college-baby-boom, as we called it. They had plenty of playmates to pal around with, including my baby cousin Ezra who was about the same age as them!

In fact, Dorothy was pregnant with her second!

We have been teaching the kids for days prior to the party, about how to blow out a candle. We wanted our picture perfect moment!

…But Salem just wasn’t feeling the idea.

Brandt was invited, but showed up a little later, since he didn’t have kids.

“So, I saw that the Frios are selling their house?” Brandt asked, kneeling down next to Seymour.

Seymour held Salem’s hands and she happily bounced up and down, and fell onto her tush repeatedly, a little game the two of them played all the time.

 “Yeah… Why?” Seymour asked hesitantly.

“Well if I ever did.. you know, that thing you do…” Brandt said, pointing to Salem.

“…You mean being a father?”

“…Yeah. Then I guess I’d need  a place to raise my kid.”

“You? Raising a kid? Ha!”

“What the hell man? I could do it. I mean, I will do it.. Soon.”

“What? Brandt, are you telling me you got someone pregnant?”

Seymour threw his head back and laughed loudly.

“Oh shit, Brandt knocked someone up!” He bellowed.

Brandt cleared his throat, as Seymour started causing Salem to laugh along with him.

“It’s not funny dude, I’m really good with kids actually.” Brandt defended.

Seymour kissed Salem’s forehead, and playfully pushed her over.

“So… Who’s the poor unfortunate soul stuck with Brandt Martin’s spawn growing inside her?” Seymour teased.

Brandt quietly bowed his head in hesitation. “You’re going to hate me…” He said.

‘Why?… It’s not my wife is it?” Seymour asked.

I scoffed at Seymour’s stupid assumption, as Brandt chuckled. “No it’s not your wife.” he said, as he looked up and me and grinned. I rolled my eyes.

“One of my sisters? I won’t be mad if that’s who, totally saw it coming with Gwendolyn. You always talked about getting it in with her when we were-“

“No! Not your sisters.” Brandt hastily interrupted, as I laughed quietly, careful not to wake Yellow.

“Then who else would possibly make me give a rat’s ass?” Sy questioned.

Brandt pushed out a long sigh, and slowly looked up Seymour. His expression was very apologetic, as was his eyes. He gently cocked his head sideways as if to say ‘I’m so sorry’

I watched Seymour as I saw realization wash over his face, although I was still in the dark.

“No dude… no! Come on man… No…” Seymour whimpered pleadingly.

“I’m sorry man… I… I’m sorry.” Brandt said, awkwardly scratching his head.

Seymour angrily stood up, picking up Salem with him.

“Give me the baby, I’m taking them home.” Seymour demanded.

“Honey calm down, Lo is sleeping.” I cooed, over the loud sound of an airplane passing by overhead.

“They can take a nap with me, just give me him.” He said, even angrier than last time.

“Okay, just be quiet, not every one is a heavy sleeper like you.” I argued, in a soft, confused tone.

I carefully placed Yellow in Seymour’s arm, as Yellow gently buried his face into Sy’s neck.

Brandt and I awkwardly watched, as Seymour furiously stormed off.

“I hope you don’t freak out on my like he did. Totally unneeded. ” Brandt said.

“No, not at all hun.” I answered.

I felt really bad for Brandt, and felt responsible for my husband’s actions, so I did my best to be kind to him.

“I don’t even know what’s going on.” I added, “Who is it, Dorothy?” I asked, confusingly.

“It’s not Dorothy, just don’t yell at me.”

“It’s okay sweetie, you can tell me.”

“Well it’s Toni. Toni Clinton is pregnant with my kid.”

“Toni?!” I shouted.

I was completely shocked. Remembering all the way back to when we were little, never has Brandt and Toni crossed my mind. It must have been a drunken night, and they both happened to be at the same bar. There’s only four in town.

“Brandt, what were you thinking?!” I shouted angrily. “Sy and you are like brothers! You’ve been through so much together. I just don’t think you understand Toni, Brandt. She killed a man! Seymour and I have tattoos dedicated to that man. Dude.. We named our son after him!!” I continued.

“K, well the first part is debatable, because she was proven not guilty in court. I’m sure the guy was great and all, but Toni isn’t who you think she is.” Brandt argued. I was starting to think this whole pregnant thing was not a mistake.

“No Brandt, Toni isn’t who you think she is. Toni is exactly who I think she is, trouble.”

“Listen Kirsten, I really love this girl. I’ve always thought she was super hot, even when Seymour was with her.”

“Not really what I want to hear right now, if you want me on your side…” I said.

“Okay the point is, I want to make it work. And I wanna be excited about my kid, not feel guilty.”

“Okay, okay… I get where you’re coming from. Just don’t expect Sy to let her around us. Especially my babies.”

“Will you just talk to him? Make him understand? Please?” Brandt begged.

I sighed deeply.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him…”