In the daylight we’ll be on our own, so tonight I have to hold you so close.

“…Don’t touch my face,” I trailed off meekly as Cassy smeared base all over my face, it drying and making my face stiffen like a mask. Cassy examined me then wiped the gloop all off my face, informing me we were going for a natural look.

“Cassy, it’s 4am. The wedding is in 19 hours. Why on earth are you doing this now?!” I was exhausted, I hadn’t slept at all thanks to my epic bachelorette party which involved Logan or Alex or Robin (I can’t remember) in a wedding dress popping out the cake…

I won’t go into that.

“I must perfect this!” Cassy smiled at me in a mix of an overly-attached girlfriend mixed with Golom way and I leaned back into my chair slightly, trying to get away from my sleep deprived Matron of Honour.

Cassy ran her fingers through her hair and stared at me, touching up some spots, basically pouring the whole eyeshadow container onto my abused face.

“Tada!” She grinned and shoved the mirror in my face.

Wow…I looked so fresh. So relaxed, so feminine…

Then my eyes went into focus.

“What the hell did you do to my face?!” I yelled at her as I saw the blotchyness, the zebra patterns on my eyelids, the maroon lipstick on the upper lip and the beige on the lower lip…

Cassy’s face fell.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it,” I immediately warmed to her sad face. “But I think we need some sleep.”

She nodded shyly and went upstairs to her room. I fell onto the bed and began to dream, dream of Alex and I, and our guaranteed eternity together.

The time I become Mrs Alexander Anders.


I woke up with the sounds of Cassy climbing into her Matron of Honour dress slowly, admiring its colour. She was fresh faced and slender, not looking at all like the woman who recently birthed twins- or the sleep deprived crazy woman the night before.

“What’s the time?” I asked sleepily.

“4 pm,” She grinned at me. “The bridesmaids are coming soon, in about 20 minutes. We still need to get everyone’s hair and make-up done, including your own. Can’t forget about our bride, can we?” She winked and I looked out the window to try see if Alex was coming in from his serving in Iran trying to make sure all the troops were heading back. That was why I was staying at Becks’ house and participating in other challenges in the mean time. This would be the first time I’d see Alex in weeks.

I sighed as I peered through the misty windows again, hoping to see his clump of dark brown hair, but all I saw was blankets of snow, hiding everything from sight. It looked like thousands of tiny fluffy lambs had spread all around my garden.

“Alex is at our house,” Cassy said amusedly as she admired her body in the full mirror. “I know you guys aren’t really traditional though we need to keep at least one tradition alive.”

I nodded and mumbled something and I suddenly got a text in from Electra.

Got caught up in traffic. Why the hell are cows walking across the road? Appaloosa Plains in the most retarded town ever, just saying. We’ll be an extra 20 minutes. Keep Cassy away from the champagne. x Electra.

I began to type a response.

Why? She promised she would stay sober…for now at least

A message pinged back.

Yeah…and you can call me Bob Marley. Chat soon. Oh wait, the cows just past. I’ll see you sooon!

Then as I turned around after switching off my cell, I saw Cassy fractions away from my face with a tube of lipstick.

“Cassy, don’t touch my face…”

“Don’t worry,” Cassy cackled as she bent closer with the deadly weapon. “You are going to look amazing once I’m done with you…”


With my bridesmaids’ hair tied into prefect ponytails, their make up done to perfection, clutching their bouquets and in their brand new dresses, we were ready to go at 10:30 pm.

We all piled into the limo and there was soft music playing. There was a low buzz and some giggling. This sounded like a gala event, not before my wedding.


I reached to right next to the driver and turned up the barely recognizable song  and it sounded like Robbie Williams’ song, “Candy”.

As my bridesmaids sang along loudly and off key, I stared out the window and saw several families setting up their fireworks in their back gardens. A fizzle of excitement traveled down my spine and I thought, I’m getting married. I’m getting married.

The limo drew up by the venue and there was silence, silence that was soon broken by a case of extreme giggles from Chloe. I waited, each second ticking by painfully, for the last bridesmaids to get out.

I panicked seconds before I was due to walk down the aisle- who was gonna give me away? Considering my father never RSVP’d. I wiped a tear away hastily.






But as I turned around to see Robin, the best man, take Cassy’s arm, I saw a concerned face. Logan.

“Would you like me to give you away?” He smiled quietly.

“Yes, of course,” I replied, choked up with the consideration and love.

So Logan took my hand and began to lead me up to my love, my future- and my little piece of wholeness.



Logan put his arm in mine and began to move quickly forward.
“Stop!” I whispered furiously. “I only do this once, you know! I want to savour it.”
Logan raised an eyebrow.
“Fine then. We’ll walk slowly.”

“What on earth is that?” Logan asked as those doves that Alex insisted on flew over us.
“Love doves, don’t ask. it’s all Alex.”
“They look too fat to be doves.”
“Well they are.”
“They look like turkeys.”

“They’re doves!”

“Love turkeys.”
“Logan, shut up,” I whispered, trying furiously not to giggle.



He smiled at me and handed me over to Alex reluctantly, mouthing ‘good luck.’

I stared at Alex for several moments and he stared at me. Our eyes locked for a moment, a moment that felt like seconds that morphed into minutes and into hours.

The moment was interrupted by the priest’s monotone with “Dearly beloved…”

Alex was looking around and I gave him a quick kick. His eyes lifted and stared at me. I mouthed, “Look at me.”

He grinned.

“I want to kiss you right now,” He mouthed, stretching his mouth into a vision of agony.

“Wait and see,” I whispered and he pouted. I stuck out my tongue.

“Alexander and Natalie will be married in the eyes of God and in the law. If anyone has a reason why they cannot be lawfully married, please step forward.”

My palms suddenly seemed to drain out all the moisture in my body. My mind yelled, “What if Adrian comes up? What if he objects?”

After 10 seconds the priest seemed satisfied.

“Do you two know of any legal reason of why you wouldn’t be able to marry?”

I shook my head silently. Alex shook his head.

“Right,” The priest let out a beam between his crinkled lips, and I relaxed. If this priest can have a good time, so can I. “Then let’s begin.”

“Now today, Natalie and Alex, you will be proving to the congregation your love to each other. As this couple is so in love they have decided to write their own vows. This is a very special time for them, so please keep silent. Alexander, you may go first.”

“Natalie Adella Windfield, I promise to love, cherish and be with you through good times and bad. Good times- those happen everyday when I hear you laugh or I look into your beautiful face. Bad times are always solved with a kiss and a glass of wine-”


“More than a kiss and more than one glass of wine!” Robin yelled out and there was laughter until the priest shushed him.

“And there is nothing more important to me than seeing you smile. J’taime Natalie.”

“To conclude that, do you, Alexander Anders, take Natalie Windfield as your wife?”

“Forever and always.”


“I, Natalie Adella Windfield am going to admit several facts which I’m sure I have shown to you in many ways which cannot be described in words. Alex, Alexander, Love bug, Sargent Rabbit, I love you. You make me laugh, you make me realize the definition of love each day. You make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world. When I’m in your arms, I feel wanted. Whenever I see you, I feel wanted. I love you. Ich libe dich. J’taime. Ek is lief vir you. I love you.”

“To conclude to that, do you, Natalie Adella Windfield, take Alexander Anders as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Forever and always.”

“Now we will move onto the ring exchange. The ring is a beautiful symbolism, because a circle is never ending. A circle will move on for eternity. The ring is precious. The ring is often made out of a precious metal. A ring is something that you want to treasure forever.  All of those factors are like a marriage. Natalie, please repeat after me.

I, Natalie Adella Windfield, give you Alexander Anders, this ring, as a symbolism of my love for you.”

My voice shivering with nerves and my fingers shaking, I repeated  diligently.

“I, Natalie Adella Windfield, give you Alexander Anders, this ring, as a symbolism of my love for you.”


I slid the ring onto his finger. He looked up at me and grinned bashfully. His eyes spoke up for him.”I love you.”

“Alexander, repeat after me. I, Alexander Anders, give you Natalie Adella Windfield, this ring, as a symbolism of my love for you.”

He grinned at me.

” I, Alexander Anders, give you Natalie Adella Windfield, this ring, as a symbolism of my love for you.”


He slid the ring onto my finger and pulled off my engagement band. It felt too tight, as if my finger was being forced into marrying him.


“So, by the power invested in me, I now declare you two man and wife. You may now kiss the bride- andhappy 2013.”


I pulled him towards me and we kissed, his hands roaming across my bottom and his mouth exploring places he had never explored before. I felt a pang of remorse as out of the corner of my eye I saw Jones, standing there, smiling sadly. I pulled away from his embrace and I pulled him close as we watched the fireworks shoot into the sky.

They exploded, hearts, colours spreading vividly across the night sky. I was suddenly pulled away from my thoughts as the priest tapped me on the shoulder and told me we needed to sign the register.


I picked up the pen and silently signed the papers that declared Alex and I as man and wife while the guests and bridal party lined up next to the aisle with bubble mixture to blow bubbles at us as we walked down again as man and wife.

Alex picked up the pen next and signed as I clutched my bouquet and stared out awkwardly at the guests, all smiling and happy. Cassy winked at me, while Electra downed another glass of free champers that was being handed out. Logan, not drinking alcohol, raised his sparkling apple juice at me. I grinned excitedly back at them.

I looked out the corner of my eye and strained my ears as I saw Logan begin to talk to Jones, nodding sympathetically. I caught a snippet of their conversation.

“…divorces are always tough. How are the kids handling it?” Logan asked him as he accepted a non alcoholic berry  cocktail. I smiled fondly, remembering the girls and I making the cocktails yesterday for today. We made Logan’s the most beautiful and the only one where we didn’t let Cassy with her apparent “cocktail degree” from “The University of Oxbridge” touch it.

“Hate me. No idea what Isabelle has been telling them. Demi-Lee came up to me and threw her Coke in my face. I asked her why. She called me a “dirty, lying cheater”.”

“Oh, so you didn’t cheat?” Logan asked, sipping his drink and raising an eyebrow.

“No!” Jones cried.

“Well Isabelle told Chloe that you did. Now you don’t want to mess with Chloe and her family. So she was extremely annoyed with you. Me and Becks had to calm her down after she began writing you death letters.”

“That’s why she couldn’t look at me! Who did she say I cheated with?”

“No-one!” Logan said sharply and out of character. Suddenly he backtracked. “Do you really want to know?”



Jones and my faces paled at the same time. I could feel the blood drain out my face, but warmth spreading again as I remembered the extreme pleasure I had that night. I realized it wasn’t warmth- I was blushing.

Logan looked at Jones’s face. “Jones,” he said softly, “We all know.”

“H-How? Only my mom knows and she would never say anything-”

“It was Alex’s parent’s beach house,” Logan reminded Jones. “Someone walked in on you two, and I don’t think you noticed the person in your…pleasure.” Logan said, slightly put out. I blushed even more.  “Changing the subject, why is Isabelle still here?”

“Oh, um, she’s still Alex’s friend and Natalie’s, I guess…”

“Does Alex know?’ He interjected. “Because it was a one night stand thing…”

“No, he doesn’t. And Chloe isn’t holding it against Natalie, because she knows the way she loves you. And Natalie didn’t cheat on a relative of hers,” Logan added with a raised eyebrow and a sip of the cocktail.

Alex returned from signing the papers and took my hand.

“Ready to go Mrs Anders?”


Though there was a lump in my throat.

We shared another kiss, much to the guest’s delight. Taking my hand, he lead me down the aisle , through a swarm of bubbles, popping in my face.

There was a long line of trees that lead in a pathway to the reception area of the venue. Standing by the two front trees, Alex and I accepted wedding gifts and greeted family members.

Robin gave Alex a bear hug, Logan ignored Alex and walked straight to hug me. All the girls came and squeezed me until my insides hurt.

Addy was the last one to congratulate me.

“Hey, Alie! How is my favorite neice?”

“Great thanks! How are you?”

“Well I’m fine. I don’t want to ruin your night though we need to meet up. I have serious things to talk to you about.”

“You wouldn’t ruin my night!” I smiled warmly, though she anxiously looked away.

Suddenly Calista pulled me into a hug. I congratulated her on her beautiful children.

Ashby was last to talk to me. In her envelope to me she gave me a collection of pictures of our sextuplets. They were growing older now. I so wanted to meet them.

We then lead everyone to the reception area.

In  the reception area the guests tucked into a meal of roast chicken, rice, potatoes (POTATOES) and salad. There was laughs and chatter all around.

Then it was time for speeches. Cassy, Robin, Electra and Logan were going to say something.

Electra began.

“I have known Natalie a long time…
Okay, not THAT long, but long enough to know that whoever has her is the luckiest man on earth.
I have grown used to her constant wise-cracks and sarcasm, maybe even learned to love it.
Okay, I have to admit it, if was a man I’d marry her.
It seems only yesterday we were running across random peoples lawns naked, laughing like children.
Wait… That WAS yesterday.

All in all, she is my best friend.” She turned to Alex.

“And if you break her heart, I’ll break your face.”

She sat down politely.

Then it was Cassy’s turn.

“Natalie, you are the craziest woman I have ever met. We have done everything together and I would do anything for you. Even though we have had our ups and downs, we have both found true love and I wish you luck every step of the way. Wishing you and Alex luck and love.”

After the heartfelt speeches Alex and I cut into the cake. It was smooth and delicious.  I shoved it quite viciously into his mouth. He started laughing so much that he began to choke. I handed him some champagne and he downed it quickly into his vanilla and lemon filled mouth.

All the guests complimented us on the great cake. Considering we had such  big cake and such a small wedding, I was surprised when it was finished.

“Now we’d like to ask the bride and groom, Alex and Natalie, to begin the dancing with the first dance!” The MC for the night, Cassy, yelled into the mic.

I strolled onto the dance floor, bouquet in one hand, Alex in another.

The first dance song began to slowly start as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Christina Perri’s ‘A Thousand Years’ was the first dance song.

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I’m afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow


One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more


And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more


It was that moment that tied the whole wedding together. Seeing Alex stare down at me in such love and admiration made my heart shrivel and me to lean into his face and kiss him passionately, which lead several woops and cheers to follow.

As the song ended, we stayed swaying to the music that followed. I saw Becks and Logan stroll onto the dance floor as the next song came on. I pulled Alex and myself closer so that we (I) could hear their conversation.

The song that played was Mr Big’s To Be With You.

Hold on little girl
Show me what he’s done to you
Stand up little girl
A broken heart can’t be that bad
When it’s through, it’s through 
Fate will twist the both of you 
So come on baby come on over 
Let me be the one to show you

I’m the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you


Build up your confidence
So you can be on top for once
wake up who cares about 
Little boys that talk too much
I seen it all go down 
Your game of love was all rained out
So come on baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you

Why be alone when we can be together baby
You can make my life worthwhile
And I can make you start to smile

Was it just me or was that song so significant to the rumors I’ve heard about Logan and Becks falling in love without knowing it and Jed not treating Becks with respect?

I turned around to see Cassy and Robin dancing, and Electra and Alex II to the song “Your Song” By Elton John.

It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world


There wasn’t only couples dancing. We had a bridesmaid dance, which was P!nk’s Raise Your Glass

Right, right, turn off the lights
We’re gonna lose our minds tonight
What’s the deal, yo?
I love when it’s all too much
5 a.m. turn the radio up
Where’s the rock ‘n roll?

Party crasher, penny snatcher
Call me up if you’re a gangsta
Don’t be fancy, just get dancy
Why so serious?


“So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks” We all yelled together.

Won’t you come on and come on and

Raise your glass!

Just come on and come on and
Raise your glass!

Then Jones appeared. “Would you like to dance?” He asked, taking my hand. I nodded, my hands shaking with chemistry at his touch. The next song that came on was a song I had asked Alex if he wanted it to be our first dance. He said it was impersonal. For Alex maybe. Jones and I, it had so many different meanings.

It was Daylight by Maroon 5.

Here I am waiting, I’ll have to leave soon, why am I holdin’ on
We knew this day would come, we knew it all along
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This is our last night, but it’s late and I’m tryin’ not to sleep
‘Cuz I know, when I wake I will have to slip away

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go
But, tonight I’m ‘gonna hold you so close
‘Cuz in the daylight, we’ll be on our own

But, tonight I need to hold you so close


Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa
Here I am starring, at your perfection in my arms; so beautiful.
The sky is getting bright, the stars are burnin’ out.
Somebody slow it down.
This is way too hard, ‘cuz I know when the sun comes up I will leave
This is my last glance that will soon be memories


And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go
But, tonight I’m ‘gonna hold you so close
‘Cuz in the daylight, we’ll be on our own
But, tonight I need to hold you so close.


He pulled away from me once the tune ended. “You know I love you,” he whispered in my ear. I nodded, tears filling my eyes as I bit my lip and watched him walk away from the wedding.

“Nice dance,” Becks came up to me and commented quietly. “Though come and dance with us, it’ll perk you up a little.”

We  danced to Gangnam style, Poker Face, Dancing Queen, Waterloo, Moves Like Jagger and Living on A Prayer. Logan turns out to be pretty good at Gangnam Style.

While all the guests chatted in groups on the dance floor, I went to get some fresh air while the song Little Things by One Direction came on.

Your hand fits in mine
Like it’s made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me

“Want to dance?” A familiar deep voice says and I turn around to accept the offer, until I see who it is.


I remember the murder. The stalking. The insane family. For the sake of my life, I give a small nod and take his hand.

I know you’ve never loved
The crinkles by your eyes
When you smile
You’ve never loved
Your stomach or your thighs,
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly

“So how are you?” He smiles and I can feel my heart beating at an immense rate. His hands finger the straps of my bra underneath my dress and he pulls them down.

“G-good and you?” I allow him to do this because I’m sure he won’t do anything else. And if I pull away, he’ll kill everyone at this wedding.


“Oh, I’m great,” he chortles in his deep, low voice. His mouth touches my sensitive spot, my neck, and he whispers, “Never better Alie.”

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do
It’s you
Oh, it’s you they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all these little things


His hands suddenly travel down to my bottom and he squeezes it so tightly I try yo cry out in pain, but he covers my mouth and carries me to an empty , hidden spot in the snow.

He then proceeds to rip off my wedding dress, though he makes no tear in it. After pulling it over my head, he takes what he had take 4 years ago, takes what Alex was supposed to give to me on our wedding night.

As I lie in the snow what he’s left me alone, I hear the end of a song.

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it’s true
It’s you,
It’s you they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all your little things

I look and see Chloe in her coat, making an igloo. I don’t know why, though it motivates me to get up.


I get myself ready to leave and pull my dress back on, which is now stained by the snow. I’m freezing.

I walk towards the dance floor and its time to throw the bouquet. Electra and Becks (who decided to join in anyway) catch it together.

 Becks handed the bouquet to her. A little envelope fell out with the words “Electra Danton” scribbled on it. Electra’s hands were shaking.

She opened it and a little ball of cotton emerged. She opened up the cotton slowly but surely- and a beautiful sliver band with a main diamond, with little rubies and sapphires embedded around the band. We were all so enthralled by the beautiful ring, that we didn’t notice Alex II kneeling down and asking her, “Electra Danton, will you marry me?”

She didn’t answer him. She jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately.

 Alex’s older sister, Britney, gave Alex II a huge hug. Cherry, Scarlett and Jake, his other siblings ran over on their toddler legs and hugged his shins. I hadn’t realized that Britney had picked up the kids for the reception.

You were busy.

Busy with Adrian.

After Alex pulled the garter off my leg with his teeth which caused many wolf whistles because the garter was too high, Logan caught it. Electra didn’t want him to slide it on her leg, so he had to slide it on Becks’ leg with his teeth, much to our amusement.

That night, when we left the party that was still alive, I turned away from Alex and stared out the window. And when he carried me up to our bed that night, me in my lingerie, I went straight to sleep, turning my back on Alex, who was extremely confused.



Adrian had somehow managed to mess up the beginning and the middle of my life.

Time to see if he messes up the end.


Children make the world go round

Natalie is competing in several challenges before her wedding. Here they are:

Triplets in Ebony Malone’s 100 baby challenge, so it goes up from 41 t0 44. She is currently pregnant with triplets again with Electra.. I will update this too. (so it goes from 44-47)

Emma, Leigha and Chloe

Nat-lecci edit



Then Natalie had a single son with Blaine Hawkins, called Hunter.  This goes from 47 to 48.


(Natalie and Blaine make cute kids *-* )

Then Natalie will have a child by Jackson Daniels.  That will make it go from 48 to 49.

I have to thank Electra, Blaine, and Dawn/Jackson for letting me use Natalie in their challenges. It really means a lot. 🙂

This is going to be an update for the whole of Natalie’s kids who have done things with their lives.

Who remembers Chris with swag and how he made his teen sweetheart pregnant? Well they have a blog on their lives at the moment. I hope you read and enjoy it.


Then the adorable Luke, who moved to Chloe Moreau’s house once Natalie’s cancer was confirmed has seemed to bond quite closely with her daughter. Chloe will be posting on it soon.


That’s it for now, see you soon!




We Wish You A Merry Christmas

Ok guys, I know that it isn’t Christmas until quite awhile though I shall be away soon and I want to get this post out because I need to finish this wedding post.
The pictures are pretty bad. Please excuse that 😛

And it’s my birthday tomorrow, so I won’t be on much.

*Throws birthday party for self*

Anyway, enjoy the post!

Logan rang the doorbell at 8am sharp. I was still laying in Alex’s arms when he pushed the bell again furiously.

“Logan the sexiest man alive is here!” Heyelled. “Hurry up and get out of bed, you lazy sloth!”

I giggled and I pulled the door open to see Logan and Becks standing side by side. Logan had his muscular, somewhat hairy arm around her shoulders and they looked like a proper couple. (Although they’re just friends and all was done in a friendly manner.)Image A bag of gifts were placed next to Becks, who looked adorable.

“Merry Christmas!” They grinned.

“Merry Christmas eve,” I corrected with a giggle. “Come inside, Electra is here with the kids.”

Electra was sitting on her cellphone in the lounge, laughing at a text that had to be from her new boyfriend, Alex II. It was weird to see my best friend date my son.

Clayden was trying to kick her though Electra put her hand on his head keeping him away while he flailed his legs up in frustration.

“Nice outfit,” I commented as I saw Logan in a shirt and sweatpants in contrast to Becks’ flowing dress that fit her so well.

“I’m saving the tux for later,” He grinned. “For the dance part.”

Alex walked out the bedroom in his tux already and he blushed.

“I’m sorry if I overdressed…” He blushed.

“Not at all!” Becks chirped.

“You’re way too overdressed.” Logan said in a simple sentence. “It’s gift-giving, not a ball.”Becks winked at Logan and playfully punched him on the arm.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

“I’ll do what I please,” Logan retorted crossly, though his face broke into a smile.

“Come help me get ready!” I squealed.

Currently I was bald. I was growing my hair slowly but surely back, though after this killer chemo treatment it had fallen out. I woke up one night with the Niagara Falls of hair on my pillow.

I had gotten a wig made and it was perfect. It made me feel like a princess.

Half an hour later, us girls trekked downstairs to see a pile of gifts in the center of the room. Cherry and Scarlett and Jake all had to restrain the alien triplets.

Chloe opened her gifts first, she got a stereo from Alex and I and a rose bush from Isabelle and Jones. She also got a hairbrush from Electra.Image

Logan got a “I’m bringing sexy back” logo shirt from me, a photo album from Jones and Isabelle and a wax hair removal kit from Electra.


Electra got a collage of Alex II pics from Alex, headphones from Jones and Isabelle, and “The Joy of Sex” from me, which I got hit in the head with.

Becks got her own gifts, a book from Electra called “How to turn the summer fling into a summer wedding” which we all laughed at. Thank goodness Jed wasn’t invited. She also got a purple gift bag from Alex and I, which consisted of a purple hairbrush, purple nightgown, purple food, purple eye make-up etc. Jones and Isabelle got her a gift voucher.

I never saw what I got. I was told to not open mine until Christmas day so I placed it into Electra’s car boot. (I saw the next day Alex had bought me sexy lingerie with a note saying it was for our wedding night.)Image

Ashby got a handbag from Alex and I. In it Electra got her a getting-to-know you gift, which was a spa voucher. Isabelle and Jones’ gift was a week-long family holiday they had planned in Monte Vista. Ironically we were going there for our honeymoon.

The kids had trillions of gifts, so many that I can’t possibly list them all. Though the new One Direction CD was there, including PSP’s, make-up kits, the new Baby Born doll and tickets to go see WWE fights and Justin Bieber live.


Alex got some gifts, though they were all from Anon. He got a hard drive from Isabelle and Jones, I was gonna give him his gift tomorrow, though he got a piece of coal, a voodoo doll of himself with pins stuck in it and several notes implying he was a retard. Alex actually cried.




As our guests slowly dwindled down, as many of them had Christmases to prepare themselves, we were left with only Electra, Becks, Logan, Isabelle, Jones, me and of course, the kids.

Logan was looking very dapper in his suit and soft music began to play.

“Everyone, we have an important announcement to make!” Isabelle called out.

“Recently Natalie was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. She has been an absolute star, wanting to kill it as soon as possible. She has gone through the toughest chemo courses available.

“That is why, today, I have to say WELL DONE to Natalie, because the test results are back…

Natalie, you are free of breast cancer! You are in reminission!”

There were woops and cheers across the room and everyone came to hug me. I was shocked.

It’s done.

It’s over.

I turned around to see Alex standing there.

“Care to dance?’” He winked.

“Always,” I grinned happily. It was surreal…I couldn’t believe it.

His strong arm wrapped around my body and we began to dance.


A ray of hope flickers in the sky

A tiny star lights up way up high


All across the land dawns a brand new morn

This comes to pass, when a child is born


*Becks’ POV*

I bent over to Logan and grinned. In a whisper I said, “I don’t think I can trust you with getting the joint gift from us again.”

He grinned wickedly

“I hope you liked the voodoo doll,” He whispered. “I don’t believe in it but it was funny to see his face.”

I giggled. The song “A Child is born” came on and I hummed along, closing my eyes, wandering into a dream world.

“Let’s dance,” Logan smiled and took my hand.

“I can’t dance,” I giggled.

“Well, it’s not like I’m technically winning Dancing with the Stars, am I?” He grinned. I nodded and we began to sway to the music together.

I only stood on his foot once.

A silent wish sails the seven seas

The winds of change whisper in the trees

And the walls of doubt tumble tossed and torn

This comes to pass when a child is born


*3rd person*

Natalie and Alex were caught up in each other’s eyes. They were a true representation of young love at its finest.

Logan and Becks were caught up in each other, though they were like a couple that loved each other so much that they couldn’t show it properly.

Isabelle and Jones were different… Jones had an expression on his face of pain, as if someone was stabbing his heart.

Completely different people under the same roof with entirely different stories.
This Christmas is the beginning of the end of some people, and the end of the beginning.

Because and ending means a new beginning.

It’s all a dream, an illusion now

It must come true, sometime soon somehow

All across the land, dawns a brand new morn

This comes to pass, when a child is born
A ray of hope flickers in the sky

A tiny star lights up way up high

All across the land dawns a brand new morn

This comes to pass, when a child is born







ImageA quick supper beforehand

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Strength in numbers- 6 numbers, to be exact. (Babies 29-41)


The fall rain pattered softly on the unfamiliar ground. The leaves on the trees were beginning to fall down. Kids splashed in puddles while their fathers raked up the fiery coloured leaves. The mothers walked out with freshly brewed hot chocolate and leaned against the large trees in their gardens, laughing and joking with their husbands. Their husbands looked like a fat Mitt Romney, but still the mothers glared at me if I looked a second too long through their white-picket fences.

See, this is why I don’t like Appaloosa Plains.

Isabelle told me that I was going to have to move somewhere less humid, because the weather in Sunlit Tides certainly wasn’t helping the chemo to work. Jones and her were coming over until the wedding, then they’d head home again.

Speaking of Jones, my dear friend Ashby called me to check up on me and I ended up sobbing and telling her the whole story. (Not all the details- Jones is still her son.)

She very kindly offered to pretend that Jones’ brother was the father and she would look after the six babies- yes, six. So Jones and I have 8 kids together.

Ashby still sends me pics of the babies- I wish I would ever get to meet them. I love them.

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Left to right: Grace, Lacey, Hope, Gabe, Kaylynn, Emma Lemi. (Credits to Asby Lemi for the photo and Chloe Moreau for the names)

I pulled up by the house finally and opened up the umbrella with shivering fingers. I see Alex waiting by the window and I blow a kiss to him and put on a smile, even though I feel deadly.


I pulled the door open and I saw the usual home- Alex dancing to a song on the radio, Isabelle changing a nappy, Jones on his cellphone. Alex saw me walking into the house and he grabbed my coat and hung it up on the rack. He took my arm and he suddenly changed the music in his IPod from some Eminem to a slow song. He took one of the buds and gently put it in my ear.

Colbie Caillat’s song Fallin’ for You played and Alex  gently took my hand.

I’ve been spendin’ all my time just thinkin’ ’bout you

I don’t know what to do, I think I’m fallin’ for you

I’ve been waitin’ all my life, and now I found you

I don’t know what to do, I think I’m fallin’ for you

I’m fallin’ for you
As I’m standin’ here, and you hold my hand

Pull me towards you, and we start to dance

All around us, I see nobody

Here in silence, it’s just you and me
I am tryin’ not to tell you, but I want to

I’m scared of what you’ll say

So I’m hidin’ what I’m feelin’

But I’m tired of holdin’ this inside my head
I’ve been spendin’ all my time just thinkin’ ’bout you

I don’t know what to do, I think I’m fallin’ for you

I’ve been waitin’ all my life, and now I found you

I don’t know what to do, I think I’m fallin’ for you

I’m fallin’ for you



I gently pulled away from him and gave him a kiss.

“While we’re at it, have you thought of  first dance for us?”

“Yeah, I called Cassy for ideas. Robin yelled that we should have Kings of Leon Sex on Fire.”

Alex laughed.

“I’ve found a pretty good venue. Wanna go check it out?”

“Sure,” I smiled. “Wait a second, I need to make a call.”

I whipped out my cellphone and quickly called Becks.

“Becks. I have a problem.”

“What?” He voice was choked as if she was crying.

“Are you ok?”

“No, I’m fine. Enough about me, what’s happening?”

“I think I’m pregnant again.”


“And you called me because?”

“Well, Cassy’s busy and I panicked.”

“Natalie, you retard. You’re an 100 baby challenge mother! You should be glad you’re pregnant!”

Right. But why am I not really excited? Why is there that ache in my throat telling me that I don’t really want this?

Why am I feeling like I don’t want to have anymore of Alex’s kids?

My mind is whirled back to a dream I once had when two girls were fighting over me. One with Alex’s hair and one with Jones’ hair, fighting with eachother, willing me to choose one…

I’m so stuck in my daydream I don’t realise that Becks has hung up in frustration. I switch my phone off with a sigh.

Once we’re in the taxi I don’t say anything to Alex but I watch the rain somewhat turn into snow. I stare out the window until the taxi draws up by the fishing pond. In the snow it looks stunning.


“Can you imagine us getting married here?” Alex wraps his arms around me, and I melt in his embrace.




Cherry, Jake and Scarlett are born. They all look like a perfect mix of Alex and me.

I’ve made a goal with Alex that I have 49 babies by our wedding night. Alex will have the honour of being baby 50th’s dad.

I’m about to go to the A.I. clinic when I bump into Jones.

“Hey Naddy, wanna go to the Fall Fair?”

“Sure Jones!” I smile. my head is telling my not to do this but I can’t resist it. I take up his hand, signalling I take up his offer.

Arriving there Jones spots the hot dog eating competition. I’m stuffed already but I’m sure I’m going to win, so I give him a challenging smile and we tuck in.





After giving Jones a slap on the back, nausea overwhelmed me and i remembered I had tried to get pregnant with an alien baby. Stupid. STUPID.

I rushed to go throw up and Jones stood awkwardly outside that bathroom door. I walked outside after brushing my teeth and Jones was just staring at me. It reminded me of the time I knew I was gonna have his children.

“L-let’s go,” I muttered. And we did.







I shrugged my shoulders as the triplets ran around the house, scaring their human counterparts.

I opened my door after several persistent rings and I saw my best gal friends there.

“Let’s find you a wedding dress!” They shrieked and piled in with huge carrier bags.

Once the girls all got seated upstairs, I fully got to examine them.



“Chloe,” I asked. “Why do you have holes in your pants?”

All the girls giggled while Chloe insisted it was because she was gardening. I hoped.

The girls made it impossible for me to choose the right wedding dress. Becks would love one while Ashby would hate it. I was on my wits’ end by the 10th one, and I swore I would rip off anyone’s head who hated that one, even if I hated it myself.


Though it was perfect.

“Wow,” Becks gasped. “Wow wow wow wow.”

“Let’s vote,” Cassy interrupted.

“Yes,” Chloe smiled.

“Hell yeah!” Electra cheered.

“Totally,” Ashby grinned.

“Yes from me and my mom. Now it’s time for the most important opinion…..Natalie, do you love it or do you love it?”

“i love it,” I nodded firmly. “This is my wedding dress.”

Ok guys, I have 2 things to say.

1- this post was retarded because I wanted to get it out. So sorry.

2- I will be going MIA for awhile until New Years Eve. Natalie will get her remaining babies in Logan Fey’s 100 Baby Challenge, Electra Danton’s too. She will be living with Becks Best until New Years Eve, the night of her wedding.

3- Happy Belated thanksgiving!


Trouble in Paradise

Before I say anything I would like to apologize.

There was an incident with a girl who was assumed to be tolling one of my friends and I freaked out. I apologize about my childish behaviour, but when I posted that status it was still thought that she was the anon troll. I live in South Africa. I fell asleep while doing my homework- I didn’t check Facebook or know that she wasn’t the troll. I would like you to take that into consideration. And I would also like to ask you next time (hopefully there would be no next time), to please stick to your opinion on the matter. It certainly doesn’t help me if you change from you agree to you hate it.

Now secondly, this doesn’t mean that I’m the bad one completely- this girl has also done her fair share of being rude and mean to people. So all I’m saying is that I’m done with this drama. After this message it is over. Done. So now I’m no longer talking to anyone about this matter. Once you have read this and you were annoyed with me- take it as it being over and done with. Don’t bring up old shit again, it doesn’t help anybody.

Now that that is over, please enjoy this post. It is rated PG , as the rest of my posts will be. This one has a few sexual references. If you find anything like that insulting, please leave this page.

Thank you.


“Alex…please remind me why we have to do this?” I asked Alex as we strolled down the lane, holding hands in a tight grasp on our way to his parent’s new beach villa. I wasn’t very cold, but Alex was shivering.

“Winter is coming so soon, hey?” He spoke, his teeth chattering. “And it’s a tradition for the parents to join together with a wedding in our culture…” He carried on, even though I had lost interest.

“Yeah,” I said, not really interested in what he was saying. I glanced over at Jones, his brow furrowed and him saying to his cellphone soothingly, “Calm down Izzy, it’s normal for her to have a rash…”

My heart did this flipping-sinking motion when I remember what Electra had told me what happened once I had collapsed.

“Bloody hell,” Skye had said, sipping her drink. “I’m staying out of it.”

Electra and the rest of the girls rushed to get Isabelle, the only doctor in the room. Jones, however, fell to the floor and cradled my head in his hands.

Alex just sat there.


Isabelle ran over to me and said I had passed out, probably as result of chemo, and I would be having mild hallucinations. All the guests were sent home while I was stuck in this dream world, thinking that I was shot and that I was dead.

“Natalie?!” Alex yelled. “Are you there?! Earth to Natalie!”

“Oh, yes.” I smiled. “You were saying?”

“We’re here.”

I looked up to this small beach house. I doubted Jones could get his head through the door.

Alex’s mother, Ramona, came rushing out. “Natalie! Alex!” She enveloped me in a huge hug, then began to examine me.

“Goodness, Natalie,” she cried. “You look terrible!”

“Mum!” Alex exclaimed. “No!”

I shook my head at Alex. It was true. My hair was coming out in clumps thanks to the chemo. My skin was pale and blotchy. I looked anorexic. Greeting me was like greeting death.

“And this is?” Ramona turned her attention to Jones who was switching off his cellphone. Her eyes narrowed into slits.

“Jones Lemi, my family rep. My parents couldn’t make it, for some strange reason.” I frowned. My parents haven’t spoken to me in weeks.

“Ah,” Ramona said delicately. “And you’re her cousin? Brother?”

“Best friend,” Jones smiled and shook her limp hand.

“B-best friend?” Ramona’s eyes narrowed so much so that I couldn’t see those turquoise eyes that Alex too owns.

“Yes,” I smiled sweetly, knowing that she was outraged. She obviously thought we were caught up in some affair. I walked straight past her to see Alex’s little sister, Chloe. My eyes widened at her baby bump as she embraced me but she gave me a wave of her hand, as if to say, ‘Don’t mention it.”


‘So,” Ramona sighed and sat us all down. “When is it gonna happen?”

“New Year’s Eve,” I smiled. It was going to be a small, intimate winter wedding. I couldn’t wait.

“New Years Eve…I’m sure we’re busy then actually. Isn’t it the party at the country club?” His dad Jake snapped, although he seemed so relaxed leaning against a beanbag.


“Well that’s the only date all our friends are free.” Jones shot back, suddenly talking. I was glad he could defend us, as as much as the Anders family seemed to care about their darling son getting hurt they sure as hell didn’t often show it.


“Really? Well, we’re family, and we can’t make it. Can’t you choose another date?”

“Shut up,” Alex said. I was shocked, Alex is such a mommy’s boy. “It’s the date we chose because it’s romantic. Midnight is the time. If you can’t make it, tough luck. If your country club party is better, fine. Get over it.”


“You all can just shut up! I’m the pregnant one here, I should be emotional!” Chloe cried and Alex, Jones and I turned to stare at her. Chloe was an innocent little 12 year old 3 years ago when I last met her. Now she’s 15…and pregnant?

Life really has been moving way too quickly for my liking.

“Wow!” I smiled. I still wanna be that cool sister in law. “Congrats!”


“Congrats Chloe!” Alex caught my eye and saw what I was trying to do. “Boy or girl?”

“I dunno. Think it’s a transgender. That way I don’t get myself excited for a boy and it turns out to be a girl.”

I laughed.

Congrats?” Ramona asked with scorn. “She’s a disgrace! A disgrace! Fell pregnant with the gardener’s child. The gardener!”

I tried not to laugh hysterically at her tone. I could so  imagine Chloe doing that. Alex’s shoulders were shaking violently. If I looked him in the eye I’m sure he’d explode with giggles.

Suddenly there was a squeal from Chloe and a pungent smell filled the air.

“My water broke!” She yelled. Alex suddenly sprung to his feet, Jake looked like he’d been stabbed and Ramona rushed to her daughter’s side, whipping out her BlackBerry and calling for a taxi.

After switching the “terminate call” button she called for Jake to get up. The taxi soon arrived and Chloe waddled in.

‘You’ll be ok if I go, honey?” Alex asked me with a concerned frown.

“Sure! Jones will just take me home.”

“We won’t be back until the early hours of the morning. Get yourself something to eat too.” He handed me a 50 dollar bill. I smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek, waving goodbye and good riddance to his family.

“Do you wanna eat here, or eat out?” I opened the fridge and closed it again, seeing it packed with treats. I wasn’t hungry.

“Eat in, no-one’s gonna see us, Naddy.”

He hadn’t called me that in ages.

“You sound like your 8 year old self at the wedding of my parents,” I giggled. “Can you remember: “No-one’s gonna see us stealing the cake topper, Naddy.” My butt still aches from those slaps my mother gave me when she caught her mini-head in my mouth.”

“My mother did the silent but deadly thing. She gave me the glare till I got home. I was so scared that I threw up your mini-marzipan father.”

I turned around to ask him what his torture was, then I saw his face inches away from mine.

“Jones,” I whispered softly, matching the mood set for this evening. “You’re married and I’m engaged-“

“Do you care?” He asked abruptly, completely mixing up the mood I had set.


Then his mouth was on mine.


I moaned softly as his lips parted mine. “He’s an amazing kisser.” I realized as my heart fluttered as he pushed his lips harder and harder against mine, sizzling with passion. He picked me up easily in his arms as I was so skinny, although it was paying off for his many days working out.

He carried me to the bedroom and lay me down on the single bed. I whimpered- I didn’t want to move my body out of his grasp and away from him.


Afterwards I lay in his arms with thoughts of deceit, dishonesty…guilt.

I had just slept with my best friend and it was the best thing I’d ever felt. Ever.


Hey, the ugly part of my mind piped up with, Isabelle told you to abstain from sex. Little did she know I’d be sleeping with her husband.

Oh God.

I suddenly shot up my upper body and cradled my aching head. It was like the thought had never occurred to me that I was ruining several people’s lives by doing this- Alex’s. Isabelle’s. Jones’. Mine.

I crept out of bed and pulled on my clothes, waking Jones up just before I left.

I walked out the door with a smile plastered on my face- a simple mask to hide the caldron of feelings bubbling underneath.


3 weeks later

“Natalie, are you sure there’s nothing I can get you?” Alex called from the kitchen as I threw up repeatedly.

“No, nothing,” I lied. All I wanted to do was be alone for a moment and think.

So the last time I had sex was 3 weeks ago.

With Jones.

And now’s the time morning sickness will kick in…

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no no no no no no.


Thanks for reading! Please tell me your thoughts in the comments, every opinion and criticism  (constructive) is welcome. I’m sure after this post you’ll have tons to say.

Sorry about it being badly written, I needed to get it done ASAP!


Babies 27,28 and 29- If you believe, you shall succeed.

PG- Nothing serious. I’m sure anyone over 12 would not be offended by two bunches of pixels talking in this way to each other.

Her eyes- I can’t describe them as anything else besides two, burning holes of fire. Her eyes are the same icy blue as Adrian’s. But it’s possible, almost, that if those eyes could burn you, they would be a sore, dry and painful as a toxic burn.

Ansofi inhaled, exhaled, then clicked her fingers painfully. She looked at me with despair, her eyes challenging me to deny it was my passport. It was a different girl. This is so unlucky. Adrian’s daughter just happens to be on the flight home. Hell, I’m just glad that any weapons were confiscated.

Her eyes stared at me throughout the flight. I squirmed under her gaze. When we eventually landed I rushed into baggage and got lost in the crowd, hoping to never see her again.

Arriving home, even with the hurried “Congrats!” from my kids, I was on edge. Plonking my bags down in our bedroom, I felt Alex’s strong, muscular arms wrap around me.

“Come for a swim,” He muttered into my ears. He didn’t know I was so stressed. He didn’t know about my past. He didn’t know anything about me.

I knew about his obvious sexual reference  but I wasn’t in the mood. I smiled at him stiffly, though trying not to let him see my frustration.

“Sure! Let me just get my bikini on.”

His face fell, then his lips formed a half smile. He sat on the edge of the bed and his brow crumpled as I threw on the most unsexy bikini I could find, although  because I usually was in the mood, being a challenge mother, there was hardly anything that wasn’t unsexy. The least sexy thing I could find barely covered my butt and had push-up cups.

“What’s wrong, Alex?” I asked, trying to pretend that I actually cared while throwing on a cover-up.

“I feel that you’re hiding something from me Natalie, are you sure you’re ok?” He looked up, his face creased with concern.

“I’m fine!” I smiled over-brightly. “Hey, why don’t you go wait by the pool?”

“Sure,” He grinned, chucking off his shirt and kissing me before leaving to the pool, grabbing his sunglasses on the way out.

I took several deep breaths and told myself to calm down. All will be ok.

I opened the wardrobe and dug beneath all my clothes to find the trapdoor. I pulled the trapdoor open and took out the safe. Picking up a key, I unlocked the heavy pad lock and pulled out the bottle of whiskey, chugged a mouthful and a half (for Dutch courage), locked it up again and brushed my teeth.


I sauntered out the house into the sweltering heat and pulled off my cover-up as demurely as possible. Hey, just because I’m not in the mood doesn’t mean I can’t do my favourite pastime- teasing Alex.


“N-Natalie,” He stuttered, his eyes growing wider as I came closer. I pulled him up as he extended a shaky hand towards me.

“You look so beautiful,” He mumbled into my ears.

To hell with this. This poor guy is so sex deprived, the last time we did it was when we conceived Alex II.  He’s not doing a challenge. Do it Natalie. Do it for him.

I laughed to myself because that sounded really strange, like I was doing a self-help contest on TV. Luckily Alex interpreted it as a sexy giggle as he nuzzled my ear even more.



“take me,” I whispered and jumped into his arms. He laughed and carried me to the conveniently placed bed. Depositing me there, I started to get comfortable.

Suddenly I was hit by a wave of nausea as he began to untie my bikini straps. The lump…didn’t Isabelle tell us to abstain from this while I was in my condition? But I don’t want to let Alex down…

“Alex!” I suddenly yelled. “I’m…ovulating! I-I can’t have sex or I’ll get pregnant.”

I know I didn’t make sense,  I’m a challenge mother, I need to get pregnant.  Luckily Alex is used to me talking nonsense, so he just mouthed, “Oh” understandingly and lay down next to me. I kissed him softly.


“I love you Alex,” I whispered as he dozed off.

“I love you too, Natalie. I love you too.”



The next dad I was taking was a man called Salista Cmith. He looked alot like Cassy’s idol, Calista Smith. I was sure we’d have some good babies.


(He looks like a blue Alex!)

Then the rabbits (Jones and Isabelle) had their twins, Delilah and Demi-Lee.

Delilah and Demi-Lee are adorable twins, both with a face that looks exactly like Isabelle’s.




Demi –Lee

Being pregnant with triplets certainly didn’t go anything for my already sky high blood pressure. I was admitted into hospital twice, with Isabelle being assigned to my case. With a wicked grin on her slender face ,(she just had twins. This is soooo not fair) she handed me a pair of surgical stockings and kept me on bed rest.

With this pregnancy honestly not hurrying up as all were supposed too and the babies seemed somewhat deformed, they decided to take them out via C-Section. My three beautiful babies came into the world seemingly normal and perfect. We were relieved.






Lisa. Lisa is named after the bravest girl I’ve ever met. She went to my school and was my teacher’s daughter until she was diagnosed with leukaemia in grade 5. Passing away in 2009, Lisa, we will always remember you as the strong, funny brave angel you are and forever will be.

RIP Red heart.


I was lolling on the sofa on “bed rest” watching I Love Lucy episodes. The door to the living room was knocked down and a very pregnant Cassy stormed in.

“Cassy! Geez, knock next time!”

“I’ve seen you and Alex doing the dirty, I’m not fazed by anything else,” She gave me a dismissal wave of arm.

“Well, what are you doing here?!”

“Girls time,” She said firmly and pulled me off the sofa and marched me outside and shoved me in the car. I wouldn’t be surprised if innocent onlookers thought a pregnant woman was kidnapping me.

After 15 minutes, I peeped up. “Cassy?”


“Where are we going?”

“Tattoo parlour.”

“Cassy!” I exploded. “I’m not getting a new tattoo! I have my full back chain of flowers that represents all my family and friends and all my experiences. I don’t need anything else!”

After a pause, I hear Cassy’s voice again. “That was made several months after I met you. That was 4 years ago. Much has happened since then.”

Alex. Isabelle. My new friends, Logan and Chloe and Electra. I’ve already go Ashby and Becks on my back as a flower. There’s nothing else-

The cancer.

“And Natalie, I’m not just getting you a tattoo. I’m giving you a makeover.”


When we arrived at the tattoo parlour Cassy hugged me and we apologized to each other. Then when the tattooist asked me what I wanted, I knew what I wanted.

If you believe, you shall succeed.


I looked at myself in the mirror. My cropped hair was silky framing my face. I had dramatic make-up and a lace dress.

I was being lead up some strange stairs with a blindfold over my eyes.

Suddenly the lights came on.

“HAPPY ENGAGEMENT ALEX AND NATALIE!” Was yelled across the room and I saw all my friends there. I hid behind Alex and I saw Jones in front of him.


“Congrats!” Was yelled out across the room. I could feel Alex’s arms around me and my eyes began to haze over.

“Natalie!” I heard being called out from Electra’s voice before the haziness took control and my legs buckled.

All went black.

But all I saw was two blue eyes.



“What happened officer?” Alex asked him frantically.

“A bullet to her skull.”

“Why? Who would do this?”

“We have one suspect…” Officer yellow trailed off.


“Ansofi Calhoun.”


Like we’re gonna die young…

Read this first: https://icydreamsandsteamydays.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/2-2-when-you-just-know/



“SURPRISE CASSY!” Ashby, Calista, Becks and I yelled as I pulled off her blindfold. An expression of joy passed her face before she looked down at the dud wedding dress I had shoved on her earlier and she squealed.



“Natie!! This is disgusting!” she half yelled, cried and giggled.

“I know!” I laughed. Cassy’s sharp green eyes scanned the room until she saw Ashby, who she greeted with “Oh my gosh hi Ash!” and “Hey mom!”

Her eyes looked at Calista, once, then twice until she realized who was in front of her.


Calista giggled. “Hi, Cassy. I hear you’re one of my biggest fans.”

I snorted. Biggest fan? Understatement of the century. I remember her shushing me once saying “Oh my gosh Luke Lockheart is such a retard, Calista doesn’t deserve that treatment!” and who could forget the time she hired a hacker to get into my facebook because hers wouldn’t work and Calista’s post was out? Not me. I still have to change my password every two days.

“Come on guys, let’s sit down!” I clapped my hands together. “Gift giving time!”


Calista handed over her gift first, which was in a box sorta shape. Cassy beamed as she opened it, and it turned out to be a DVD. Cassy juped up and shoved it into the DVD player and pressed play.

The screen flickered until a familiar face showed up on the screen. Purple eyes…purple eyes…who is that…

“ADAM!” She yelled and his face suddenly fit the name in my mind.

“Uh…hi Cassy. I’m Adam Cohen, Calista’s husband. I’d just like to congratulate you on your upcoming wedding and like to give you a few tips,” Adam winked and Cassy make a squealing sound.

“Never forget to say I love you. That’s the most important. And never ever push him to have-“

Calista suddenly switched the off button.

“You can watch the rest later Cassy,” She smiled.

Then it was Ashby’s turn.


She handed Cassy a box with the words “Victoria’s Secret” on it. We all wolf whistled. Cassy, blushing, opened the box and pulled out this sexy purple and blue corset, with purple lace around the cups and blue ribbon spelling out “C&R 2012” on it. Cassy grinned from ear to ear.

“This is from all the Lemi’s, including Jones and Isabelle. Isabelle has some contacts at Victoria’s Secret who were happy to make this for you.”

“Thanks so much Ash!” Cassy beamed.

“My turn!” Becks demanded. “It’s from me, dad, Eliza, Chloe, all the other Best’s as well as your sisters and…Logan,” she frowned.  Then she quickly handed over the box.

Cassy opened it.

“5000 dollars from Kinky Pleasure World and and a honeymoon to go to London anytime you wish. Hope you enjoy babes and have a lovely time being married! xoxox All of us crazy Bests (and the Fey’s and Moreau’s, but they’re crazy too)” Cassy read aloud, blushing but crying with happiness. “Thanks guys so much!”

“Ok, open mine!” I yelled, shoving a hamper into her hands.


Cassy opened it very wearily.

Out fell a pair of handcuffs with blue fur and purple feathers stuck on it. Engraved on it was “To Cassy and Robin on their wedding day in 2012. Love Natalie and Alex.”

Out fell a little box. Cassy opened it and it was stuffed with condoms and lubricant. A little bottle of fertility pills were shoved in it with the note reading “To help you guys conceive another Moreno Winking smile

So about 3 weeks ago Cassy got really drunk and told me that her and Robin were trying to concieve but couldn’t. I felt so sorry for her.

“Thanks Natalie,” Cassy smiled and gave me a huge hug. “But I have another announcement to make..”

“Yes?” Becks asked.

“I’m pregnant!”


“Oh yay!” Becks smiled.

“With twins!” cassy continued. The smile dripped off Becks’ face.


“Well done guys!” Calista smiled warmly. “now Cassy, you have a wedding tomorrow. Maybe we shoudl say goodnight. But thanks for a lovely time!”


STOP- YOU WILL HAVE TO READ THIS FIRST- http://adifferentkindofchallenge.blogspot.ca/2012/10/marry-you.html

Enjoy, and don’t act surprised when the right part comes!


I snuggled up to Alex on the plane home. I stared at my finger.

Good Lord, I’m engaged.

“I love you,” I mumbled to him and I kissed his as he was falling asleep.

“Wanna join the mile high club?” He winked at me and fiddled with his IPod so he played a song that I love by Bon Jovi and played it to me.

…About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

I was getting up to get a pillow from our hand luggage when I noticed the woman next to me. I greeted her. She had piercing blue eyes and orange-y hair.

We spoke for awhile. I told her about Alex and my challenge and I was about to tell her about Adrian when she told me about her past.

“Growing up was always tough for me. My father was a professor and often had brief flings with his students. My mother was an ex stripper as well as an ex student of his. They always would fight, then make up, then fall pregnant, miscarry, then my father would start up another affair and the cycle would continue.

“One day, there was one girl, Natalie, I think, who my father seemed smitten about. My mother found her bra in his office one night and they had a huge fight. My father accused my mother of being an attention seeking whore and my mother called him a slut and a good for nothing.


“Then my mother crossed a line and called Natalie a “random schoolgirl with zero English talent” and he snapped. he pulled my mother up by the head and grabbed the kitchen knife and began to hack at her head, yelling “don’t say that about Natalie! Don’t say that about Natalie!”



“I sat there, in my bedroom, scared for my life. I could smell my father burning my mother’s fleash. And that’s the same father who gave me a lunch box the next morning, smiling, saying “Have a nice day sweetie!”


“So to this day, i hunt this Natalie Windfield. Because she is the reason my father killed my mother.”

She breathed in.

“Sorry about that, I needed to tell someone. The names Ansofi, Ansofi Calhoun. Yours is?”

I said nothing, paralysed with fear. I moved my handbag around and my passport fell out. Ansofi picked it up and read it aloud softly and calmly, exactly like Adrian.

“Natalie Windfield. The reason my father murdered my mother.”


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