Sunday, 24 March 2013

Generation 7, Chapter 18 : Bad to Good.

''Gemma; Gemma! Wake up!'' I said while beginning to cry. She was hardly breathing and she was flat on the baby. I rolled her over so she wasn't squashing the baby and the rest of her clothing was drenched in blood. I had no clue where the blood came from but then I suspected something else...

''Okay Gemma I don't know if you can hear me but it's Robin; I'm going to slowly lift you up and get you an ambulance'' She did respond but it was slurred. Small droplets of blood continued to drip down from her legs and she screamed out silently in pain.

''Gemma honey, please try and answer, what happened?'' She tried to lift her head up but it was too much pain for her. ''Bleeding... Vagina.... Labour.... Baby...'' She replied with every last breath she had.

''A hemorrhage. Shit.''


I was right.
Gemma suffered a hemorrhage that morning as she went into labor, most probably on the stairs. The doctors said she was lucky to be alive and carrying the baby as she lost a lot of blood. Of course, she wasn't in no fit state to deliver the baby naturally so she was booked a C-Section.

I didn't bother to change my clothes before we left, there were more important things to get done than put on clothes, like the difference between life and death for two people I loved very much.

''Why? Why me? Why my family? We were doing so great, happily married, raising a young man and expecting another child and then this springs upon us...'' I said, wiping the large tears with the tip of my jumper. I swept my hands across the thing lining of the crib and squeezed the little teddy on top of it. My tears pelted against the crib as I couldn't help but to think my beautiful unborn child was going to die, along with my wife. Then I thought of Ceallach. He can't survive without his mama beside him and neither can I...

''Gemma please, pull through.''

''R-Robin....? The baby... It's coming...'' Gemma suddenly said across the room. I rushed over to her in tears and she was moaning in pain. Blood stained the sheet under her once again and I pushed the emergency alarm so many times...


Things got better, sort of.

First of all, Gemma lived. She somehow found the strength (God only know's how) and delivered the baby naturally. We had a baby girl which I named Stella, Stella Kimmie Cronwell. However, the stress of the complicated birth put Gemma in a temporary coma and so far, doctors do not know exactly when she will wake up.

Stella also had to stay in the hospital for a month because of some breathing difficulties. Throughout that time I took care of Ceallach with the help of my mother and got round to creating a nursery in the loft for Stella.

As I waited for a call from the hospital I tapped my feet on the hollow ground of Stella's nursery.

''She's dead, I know it.'' I said to myself quietly. I had faith that Stella would survive but as for Gemma, things weren't looking too good for her.''

''Why did this fucking happen to us! WHY!'' I shouted out, thinking as to why god would punish us like this. I picked up the teddy in Stella's new crib and chucked it at the window. Just as I started to cry and phone rang.

''Hello Stella darling, it's daddy here.'' I said softly to Stella as I picked her up. Her breathing sounded rather irregular but she was safe and healthy enough to be taken home.

''I'm Robin, your daddy. You have a big brother called Ceallach but you can call him Cel, he likes that. And that's your mum over there...'' I pointed over to Gemma. ''...We're your family and once mama get's better we'll be a proper family.'' I said to her, cuddling her while crying.

Mother brought Ceallach to the hospital for the first time. He knew his mother was sick but I was too scared he'd be so sad to see her like that.

''Mama! Please wake up! I have a new train set to show you at home! Dadda said I couldn't bring it here so I came here to get you! Please come home!'' He cried out. I busted into tears and picked him up.

''Ceallach remember what I said, mama's sick and can't come home for a while. You can always show Aunt Lindsey or Grandmama your train set if you like?'' I asked him.

''No, I want to show mama!'' He said, making puppy dog like faces at me.


''Robin! ROBIN! The baby! THE BABY! CEALLACH!!'' Gemma suddenly woke up and yanked the hospital tubes from her. She searched frantically around the room while holding her belly in pain. She then got up slowly and looked directly at Stella. 

''My baby girl...''

Ceallach and I came back in the room and I dropped my coffee in shock of seeing Gemma... alive.

''GEMMA!'' I said.

''R-ROBIN!'' She replied. She tried to run to me but almost collapsed but I bolted and caught her.

''You're alive...'' I said.

''I-I am... barely though...'' I heard her moan one more time and I called a doctor.

''Gemma you're clearly still in pain, get back in bed and I'll call a doctor. Everything's going to be alright from now...''

As months flew by Gemma got increasingly healthy and was eventually released from hospital. Stella's breathing became much more regular and she began to breath normally.

We eventually took another family photo and hung it up next to the previous one.


Ceallach just grew taller and taller and was now four years old. He could speak pretty much like a average human and was just a little boss of the house!

Stella was just our little princess! She seemed to like the color purple and giggles at almost everything she say: Birds, her mother, myself, her brother, the childminder, grandma, granddad and everything else...!

''Look at my little princess!; Giggling as usual!''

Declan and Lindsey decided to visit and meet their new niece. DING DONG.

''Here they are Stella, prepare yourself.'' I said in a joking manner to Stella. She giggled as I opened the door to see her Aunt and Uncle.

''Declan! Lindsey! My favorite brother and sister!'' I said, in excitement.

''Robin we're your only brother and sister, therefore we must be your favorite.'' Lindsey stated, winking at me before looking at Stella.

''And this must be my little niece! Stella!'' She said once again, taking her off of me and cuddling her.

''Ooh steady on Lindsey! Mind you don't drop her!'' Declan said.

''Declan please! I've had seven years of experience! There is no way I'll drop a baby!'' She replied, tossing Stella slightly in the air.

''Lindsey I swear to god if you just jinxed that...'' I replied, going close to her just in case she actually did drop her.

She handed her back to me and I laughed as she giggled at her uncle.

''Haha Declan I think she wants you to hold her!'' I said to Declan, giving her to him.

''So little sis, how's life?'' I asked her.

''Pretty good thanks! Although Emily has behavioral issues, she's always getting into fights and troubles at school and never does what she is told!'' She replied, sighing.

''So no more children then?'' I asked.

''Most probably not.''

''Your baby doesn't like me!'' Declan said as Stella began to cry out. It seemed she wasn't to giggly in her uncle's arms.

''Of course she does! She's probably just hungry.'' I replied, taking her back to feed her.

Gemma came down later after changing Ceallach and vomiting, most probably from the medication to clean up her infection.

''So Declan how's the triplets?'' I asked curiously.

''Good! They just started Key Stage 2 and are already loving it. Lucas and Marcus are into sports but Gabriel is artsy like you.''

''Must be the red heads that are creative!'' I joked.

Lindsey sat back down with Ceallach after getting a coffee and asked a very awkward question.

''I know this may be silly but are you two considering having... more... children?'' Lindsey asked. I somehow blushed and looked awkwardly and Gemma.

''Well...'' She took a deep breath. ''...I survived giving birth to this little girl in my arms so I'm pretty sure I can survive another!'' I was surprised by her saying this because I was almost sure she'd say 'Hell no'.

''Well that's a surprise! I though you wouldn't want anymore but I guess if you want more we'll have more!'' I said, grinning at Declan.

''Uhh Lindsey... can I tell you something? You mustn't tell anyone...'' Gemma said to Lindsey.

''Of course'' She patted Ceallach on his head and got up with her finished coffee. Lindsey and Gemma went to the other end of the room and she whispered something into her mouth, making her jaw drop straight down.

''Your secret if safe with me, but you're going to have to tell him sooner of later...!'' Lindsey whispered loud enough for me to hear.

''It's not nice to keep secrets girls!'' Declan stated.

''Yeah! It isn't! What were you two talking about anyway?'' I asked Gemma.

''Oh... nothing.''

Later that day Lindsey and Declan needed to go and I showed them out.

''Robin you better prepare yourself, looks like it's time to buy a third crib!'' Lindsey said cheekily as she grinned at me.

''What do you mean... but another crib?'' I asked her, having no clue what she was talking about.

''Robin! Gemma's pregnant, again!'' They both said in sync.


Thank you for reading chapter 18, I told you guys everything was going to turn out good!... For only a while...

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Sunday, 17 March 2013

Generation 7, Chapter 17 : Good changes; Bad changes; Horrendous accidents.

Eleven months slowly passed by Twinbrook and fatherhood for me slowly started to kick in. I thanked the lord that Gemma has a smooth pregnancy and we created a perfect baby boy. Of course with Ceallach being our first born, we spoiled him like crazy but he was a content baby. Yes, he cried quite a lot but when he was satisfied he was just an angel.

His birthday soon came along and all of my family and friends, plus Gemma's dad joined us for a celebration.

As I though of that, the thought that Gemma has never told me about her mum crossed my mind. Did they have a fight or something? ...Or is she dead? Wait, that can't be right, her father and her are still married so...they probably just don't get along or something like that.

''Happy Birthday little man! I hope you have many more to celebrate!'' I said, smiling at the sight of Ceallach's adorable face being lit up by the candle. I made as much noise I could and done nothing but look at my little man grow up.

As he grew much more he developed in a peculiar way, both physically and emotionally. He received Gemma's bright blue eyes and most of her facial features, right up to her nose shape but what did surprise both of us was that he inherited black hair! At first Gemma told me her mother'd hair is black but she died it black so that's not her original hair colour. So we were both puzzled so I looked for some expert help, my mother. She knew so much about our ancestors and she probably knew if any of them had black hair.

Once she saw Ceallach's hair colour she went into our family home kitchen and took out a photo from a rather special looking box. She handed it to me and smiled and told me who this guy was.

''This is Carter Cronwell, your great great great great grandfather and Ceallach's great great great great great grandfather. He had the exact same hair colours as Ceallach has so I'm one-hundred percent sure he inherited his hair from him.'' 

When my mother told me this I was surprised, to think my son inherited features from his ancestors  four five generations back! 

''La da da da la!'' Ceallach sang while playing his newly brought xylophone.

It was about seven in the evening and Ceallach was occupying himself in his nursery. We though it was he'd be sleepy but he obviously wasn't.

We just stood there observing him for a second until I tripped on the stair gate and he turned around quickly.

''Dadda; Mamma!'' He shouted, crawling with a smile towards us.

''Let's just sit here and wait until he sleeps, we might as well as he's obviously having fun.'' Gemma suggested.

Ceallach could not yet but you could clearly see he was having fun! ''La da da da da la!'' Ceallach song out, smashing the drum sticks onto the xylophone.

''Looks like we have a singer on our hands, am I right?'' I said, winking at Gemma.

''We sure do! But let's just hope he doesn't turn into someone like Lil Wayne!'' Gemma said, laughing her head off. I couldn't help but laugh either because I am not much off a fan off 'Lil Wayne'. In fact, I don't like his music at all to be honest.

Sorry if that offened any 'Lil' Wayne fans.

''That's right, you hit those right notes little man!'' I said to Ceallach, applauding his music. Gemma yawned and then lookeed back at Ceallach, she seemed tired.

''Alright, Little man....'' Gemma picked Ceallach up and surprisingly, he didn't moan or anything. ''...Time for bed!'' He soon fell asleep on Gemma's shoulder after I caned his toys up.

I kissed Gemma and we sat beside his crib, Ceallach sprawled out alonf Gemma's tummy, snoring away. We laughed and I ruffled his long and thick hair.

''We really do have the perfect family, don't we?'' Gemma looked up at me and asked.

''Of course we do! But you know what would make it even better...?'' I hinted at Gemma, kissing her forehead.

''Oh I know what your hinting at, more children. Isn't it a bit...soon?'' She asked.

''I don't think so, I mean, he is one already. People get pregnant normally at this time once their first child is one...'' I replied.

''But he has Emily, Lucas, Marcus and Gabriel to keep him company, do you really think he needs a baby brother or sister?'' She asked once again.

''Yes, but only if you want to of course. We're already blessed with Ceallach so I honestly wouldn't mind waiting if you wanted to. I though thought, you know, since we're both on our thirties we better get a move on.'' I suggested.

''Well honestly, I think we should wait another year or so, just for things to settle a bit before we start trying again.'' As she said that, I heard her choke a little, almost as if she was keeping vomit down... I wonder what from...

''That seems reasonable! Anyway, we better get Mr. Musicain into his crib.'' I picked him up gently off of Gemma's belly and she suddenly walked very fast out of the room.

''Dadda?'' Ceallach asked, half asleep as I settled him in for bed.

''Yeah it's Dadda, just putting you to bed.'' I replied, kissing his forehead and lifting up the safety rail.

''Goodnight little man; Sweet dreams.''

''Bwye Bwye Dadda.''


Later that evening, I found Gemma in the dining room, all alone in the cold, day dreaming. She seemed bewildered or something...

''You alright, honey?'' I asked, worryingly.

''I guess so. I just took a pregnancy test....'' She confessed. I suddenly thought, what? We haven't had unprotected Sex for months, although Gemma wasn't on the pill.

I couldn't think of a lengthy response so I just replied, ''And...?''

''Robin, I'm pregnant, again.'' She said, sighing and resting her head on the table. She didn't seem to happy about it, either that or she wasn't up for the horrendous morning sickness again.

''You're what!? Yes, yes yes yes yes YES! I can't believe we're having another baby, so soon!'' I replied, literary jumping for joy.

''Well Robbie you better believe it because your going to be a daddy, again...''


''Ceallach? Do you know mummy's pregnant? You're going to have a little baby brother or sister! It's time for change!'' I said in a happy tone to Ceallach. He giggled and grinned at me.

''Yay! Bwaby Brudda please!'' He asked.

''Well little man, we can't decide which on one we'll have, but we can only hope for one!'' I replied to him, cuddling him.

Things certainly changed.
Soon after we found out that Gemma was pregnant my mum called me up, she had something to tell me. I asked if I could my news to her first and I did, she was overjoyed to be expecting another grandchild! Then she told me the news.

My mother and father both receive extremely high paid and exclusive jobs in the military and politics career and they took it... however they were both based in the heart of St. Claire... She asked us if we would like to move there with them, at first I didn't agree to it because I was born in Starlight Shores, raised in Twinbrook and now she was proposing to move town once again but then I changed my mind. I changed my mind mainly because my Lindsey and Tony agreed to move, Declan and Paige agreed to move and my mum persuaded my uncle (her brother) to also move with us. Over the next month or so we all sold our houses, packed up all of our stuff and we actually ranted about fifteen moving vans. Mother had managed to sort out all of our affairs, new houses, job transfers, banks and much more.

The only thing that was stopping us all going was the fact that we were to miss Twinbrook. As I locked up the house I took one last look at it and hugged Gemma and Ceallach.

''I'm going to miss this town, although if forever stank of sewage, we did have some good times here...'' My muum and the rest of the family soon showed up at our house and we all got Taxi's to airport.


St. Claire had to be the most diverse town ever. It had aspects of Bridgeport, Twinbrook, Sunset Valley and Hidden Springs all jammed packed into it. Uptown was the big city where all of our jobs are located, opposite Uptown is the countryside were all the horse ranches and beaches are located and finally just beside Uptown is Clyde Hill, where all of us moved to. Clyde Hill is an average neighborhood with classy and spacious houses.

The things that took us by complete shock was that our house back in Twinbrook was also built in Clyde Hill, St. Claire. Mother especially purchased it for us and it was exactly like our old one.

''Oh my god, Robin, it's exactly the same as our old house!'' Gemma pointed out.

''I know! I guess they built a replica in this city too!'' I replied, look to see if the house was any different to our old one.

''Do you like the new house, Cel?'' Gemma asked Ceallach, who was comfortably sitting on my shoulders.

''It nice mamma!'' He tried to say but instead just grinned at her. She let out a small laugh and we all ventured inside.

We left Ceallach to play in his semi-furnished nursery while Gemma suddenly pulled in for an embrace.

'''I''m so happy we moved, not to be rude or anything but Twinbrook stunk like hell!'' Gemma said, laughing.

''It's okay, I agree with you on that one! And you no what else is good?'' 

''What Mr. Cronwell...?''

''That Mrs. Cronwell in front of me, Ceallach and our unborn child are having the best time of our lives.'' I replied, kissing her.

''Well, isn't that good then!''

As Ceallach grew even more he seemed to venture around the house even more. From hand stands in the kitchen to hide and seek in the living he never stopped to take a break! 

''Dadda lwook!'' He said, doing a handstand on the carpet, before falling down soon after.

''Be careful Ceallach, we don't want any broken bones today!'' I said, grinning at his adorable smile.

Later on that evening I took the chance to teach him a few basic words to start him off.

''Okay, Ceallach, can you say... Mother?'' ''Mwother!'' He gurgled back.'' ''Not quite that, M-o-ther?''

''Mother!'' He got it right, I applauded him and we carried on.

''Can you say, Sister?'' I asked.

''Sissy!'' He replied, weirdly winking at me.

''Eh, close enough!'' I said.


''Yes little man?''

''When's mama gonna have the baby?''

''In six months time Ceallach!'' I answered, picking him up for a hug.

''Okay dadda!''

-- Four months later; Gemma is seven months pregnant.--

Gemma luckily didn't experience too much morning sickness but boy did she become huge! She was much bigger than she was with Ceallach at this time which surprised me. Because of us being in a new town we sort of shaded off and stayed at home until on day when Gemma randomly decided we should go to the park for a family outing.

''Honey, why don't you come and read this with us...!'' I said. ''...Yeah mama! Read with us!'' Ceallach then added.

''Just a minute boys, I'm researching some maternity related stuff!'' She replied, fixating her eyes on the computer screen.

''You don't know what your missing Gemma!'' I said, looking at her and started to read with Ceallach.

''Well I'm not missing a baby, that's for sure!'' She said, grinning down at her baby bump.

''Oh Gemma, you're not fat!''

''I know I'm not; I'm a damn whale!''

''Whatever you say...''

We decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise until it arrives.

After an hour of reading Ceallach got a bit restless so we stopped. Suddenly the sun came out and Gemma had an idea.

''Hey, since it's sunny, why don't we let Ceallach play inside the water fountain for a while?'' Gemma suggested.

''I guess he could, but what if he slips or something?'' I asked in a concerning tone.

''Plus, I don't wanna be naked!'' Ceallach said, covering his eyes and hung onto Gemma's leg.

''Don't worry Cel, I slipped in some swimming trunks in the bag! You're all set!'' He looked up at his mum and came running to me.

''Can I dadda, please!?'' He begged me.

''Sure, why not!''

''Don't drop him Robin!'' Gemma instructed.

''Of course I won't!'' ''Ready little man?'' I asked Ceallach.

''Yeah dadda!'' I gently put him in the warm fountain and held him until he was standing upright. He soon plunked himself on his butt and splashed pure water everywhere!

''Dadda, Dadda, look! I'm a airplane!'' He shouted out while running inside the fountain making airplane noises. Gemma giggled and took a picture to remember that day.


Gemma's due date came speeding up on us and I took the little time left to re-read some books on fatherhood. In this society to be honest most dad's are deadbeat, they either abandon their children and keep well away out of their lives, or just be that typical crappy father. My father was there for me and raised me to be a gentleman, and I hope to raise Ceallach and our unborn child with those same prospects.

Gemma said she has a feeling Ceallach is going to leave a trail of hearts but I honestly don't think so, or at least we'll try and change him.

It was about time Ceallach was to be taught how to walk and I took advantage of that on a sunny day. Gemma however was nine months pregnant and literary good barely stand up for a minute so I took over the role is teaching him how to walk.

''Come to dadda!'' I said, letting him go to see if he would be able to walk on his own. Gemma suddenly got up (I really don't know how she did it) and crouched behind Ceallach.

''Or come to mama!'' She said, grinning at me to see if he'd come to me.

''That's my little man!'' I said, tossing him in the air before he giggled like an adorable little toddler.

''Dadda, can I tell you something?'' He asked me later that day.

''Of course Ceallach, what do you want to tell me?'' He then put his small hands on my hair and pulled me close.

''I heard mama talking to Auntie Lindsey and she said she loves you soooo much.'' He whispered to me. He then push my forehead up for me to look at him.

''Oh is that so?'' I asked him.

''Yes dadda! I just told you!'' He frowned at me before I grinned at him again.

''Well, tell mama that I love her very much too, give her and your little brother and sister is little kiss for me too!'' I said, putting him down and helping him up the stairs to go to her.


Once Gemma put Ceallach to bed she came in all disorientated and said she had stomach pains.

''You alright Gemma?...'' I asked, closing the cupboard doors. ''...Are you in labour?'' I asked again, worryingly.

''No, I'm not Robin. I'm fine.'' She replied, holding her head like she was about to collapse.

''Are you sure becau-.'' She suddennly cut me off.

''Robin. I am fine, I just need some sleep, however I feel I'm going to pop tomorrow...'' She said, giving me the 'worrying' eyes.

''Well, that is good right, then you will finally stop calling yourself a whale and embrace your beauty.'' I said, winking at her.

''Oh stop it Robin, you're to flattering!'' She said, smiling at me before crawling in bed.

''Night, love.'' I said. There was no answer, she was already asleep. I kissed her forehead and turned off the bedroom light.


Once again I woke up next morning to hear the scream of Ceallach. I turned around but Gemma was nowhere to be seen. I got up and slipped into my slippers, went into the nursery and picked up Ceallach. She wasn't in there either. I suddenly started to worry as to where my nine month pregnant wife was so I set Ceallach in his high chair and quickly went downstairs.

''Gemma, you down h-.?'' I stopped in my tracks and looked in horror. Every single hair on my hairy body stood straight as I was in complete shock.

I slowly stepped down the stairs to see Gemma on the floor.

Face forward.


Lying in a pool of red ripe blood.

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I'm sorry. That is all I have to say.

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