Bye Guys D'=

So, due to technical issues, this legacy has to end before her time. I can;'t get my save to play for over 5 minutes without a crash for anything, and idk why.

I'm so sorry, I can't even tell you. I really wanted to finish this one.

So as not to stop writing, I am starting a DitFT, I'd love to see every one of you there.

Sorry again

Zoe xxooxx

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Chapter 3.5 ~ We Walk a Lonely Road

Everything we love seems to leave too quickly, and that which we despise seems to arrive in the same way.

"Please don't go." I whimpered as a futile last attempt to keep Mike home with me. Two months had passed quicker then I'd have believed possible, and now the one person I knew I was able to rely on was leaving.

"You know I wish I could, Amy. Ill be back before you can miss me."

"But I already do!" I spluttered, lurching forward, laying my face on his broad shoulder.

He patted my back, making hushing sounds in my ear.

"It's only two years away from home, and not half of that will be in combat." Mike said, his voice wavering with the uncertainty of what he was saying.

"Sure. Two years. The triplets are getting older  now, they'll be in school when you come back! And we'll have a few others to meet you as well. Do you really want to miss all that?" I said quietly.

"Just take good care of the ones on the way, and the rest will fall right into place. I'll make everyday I missed back up when I return, and then some." He smiled, rubbing my belly bulge gently.

"Okay, sure." I said, brushing him off.

"I'm serious. I want you to take care of yourself, and the kids. You have family all around you, and even if you can't see it, they all love you, and would do anything for you. I won't be able to focus if I don't know you're safe, Amethyst."

"I promise. If anything goes wrong, I'll call Jade, or Moon. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself."

"I suppose."

A loud honk from down the road told us of the approaching army vehicle.

"I've got to go." Mike said, voice breaking midway.

 I kissed him gently, then with more passion, with the dark voice in my mind whispering that this may be our last, a fact I refused to believe.

"I love you. So, so much." I whispered, pulling away, standing forehead to forehead.

"I love you too, a million times more."

"Not possible" I joked through the tears.

He pulled away, and walked down the stairs to the road.

"Goodbye Mike!" I said through tears, and coughing. "I love you! Stay safe and come home soon!"

I would have said more, but I felt weak enough to faint, and my tears cut off my vocal ability, so I waved him off, sniffling loudly.

I walked inside, and leant heavily against the wall. The past few months had been beyond busy, trying hard to fit all the important things from the triplets' lives into the short months.

From first steps, to forced first words, it was a blissful period in which we lived in a bubble, all refusing to admit it was only a matter of time before it popped.

Life became lonely, despite the kids' presence. I lived surrounded by people, but still so alone inside. Tiny Tim took to sleeping with me, as I think he could sense how I felt alone in bed every night.

Not that he was complaining, as it was definitely an upgrade from his dog bed on the floor. His large body was warm, and heavy breathing quite loud, and if I closed my eyes, I could focus on this, and pretend it was Mike beside me.

"DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"

I wasn't the only one affected, and the triplets all acted up when they realized it was only Mommy around now.  I tried so hard to keep everyone happy enough that it shouldn't matter, but it always did, and I never expected any different. No matter what I did, I wasn't Daddy.

"Hush, Stevie" I cooed, awkwardly bouncing her around my belly.

"Daddy! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" She screamed.

"No, Stevie. Daddy's away right now. Come on, quieten down."

She whimpered again, snuggling her soft face into my neck, tears rolling down her face, but silent now. I stroked her hair, and rock her around. There was nothing more to do.

This pregnancy put me on a junk food phase, and all I would eat was food full of fat and carbs. Moon said it was probably the hormones mixed with missing Mike, but either way, it made me feel good.

Speaking of Moon, she was over a lot now. She was still busy at work, but I think she worried for me, alone with the kids, and expecting another. I never asked her not to come, as she always seemed to time her visits for when I was on my very last nerve.

"Keeping up?" she joked, referring to the massive growth of my abdomen.

I laughed. "Everyone says that, but its so much smaller then last time!"

She giggled, rubbing gently. "Im not too sure, maybe quads?"

"Oh Gosh no!"

We often spent time laughing together, and it was my one escape.

I made many failed attempts to contact Mike. He'd sent me an email a week after leaving saying he'd arrived on location safely, and wouldn't be able to contact me again, due to communication complications. I didn't let that stop me sending email after email, all of which bounced back to me, but it made me feel better knowing I'd tried.

I placed a picture of Mike on my bedside as soon as I found one. It was a calming thing to have around the house, like he was here, although he wasn't.

Simon hadn't slept well since Mike left, and I was often up for hours with him. It was on one of these nights that I ran into my first bit of real trouble since Mike left.

I had just gotten changed for bed, and was doing my nightly routine of a good old chat with myself. Don't judge me, I spent most days alone with toddlers.

"You've certainly paid for all that junk food, Amy old girl, better hit the gym when the little ones arrive, huh?"

"You're worth the extra pounds though little one, I don't mind as long as you're not hungry in there." I said, patting my belly.

Suddenly a sharp pain shot through my stomach, and down my back. I couldn't help but gasp aloud with pain,  as this was a feeling I knew too well.

I clutched my stomach, trying to calm the moving bodies inside from out. I looked around frantically, trying to decide what to do. It was 3AM, and would be unfair to call Moon or Jade so late. I had no choice but to drive myself into town.

I began to walk to the door, when suddenly another contraction hit me, along with a thought: The Kids! I couldn't leave them without an adult, so I was stranded here, alone and in labor.

"I guess I'll just call the babysitter, then go." I said, waddling to the side-table, willing the baby to try and hold on.

Another stronger contraction hit, and I suddenly knew that there was no way I'd be making it to the hospital tonight.

"Okay then kid, let's do this your way." I whispered, heaving.

I walked to the ensuite, and closed the door behind me. I needed to concentrate, because I could let nothing go wrong.

I clambered into the bathtub, deciding that this was the best place for the job. Moments later my water broke, and I was delivering a baby. I'll skip on the blood, and muted screaming, as it's not something you'd like to see, trust me, but many hours later I emerged from the bathroom with two small forms.

Allow me to introduce to you..

Jennette Carmody, my beautiful baby girl, with her Momma's blonde locks, and her Grandma's big green eyes.

She was closely followed by..

James Carmody, a bounding baby boy. He has his Dad's hair and eyes, but his face has a lot of influence from Mommy.

I rested that night for the first time since Mike had left, exhausted from a days hard work.

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Chapter 3.4 ~ The News

Now, I may still be young, and I may not be the genius that everyone wishes to be, but I can tell you one thing, and it's the only fact I can assure you that will never be proven wrong : Triplets are extremely hard to raise.

Now, I know I can't complain, I love them all dearly, as they do I, but with Mike at the local base all day running drills, and other tasks for the big man, it's even harder. I'm on my own most of the time, and when its three to one, things never seem to go well.

My days all started the same, waking up to piercing wails from the other room, and an empty bed beside me. It took a while to get used too, but I adapted well enough.

When left to their own devices while I showered, or answered the door, the kids were normally well behaved.   Well, most. Sierra and Simon were hardly ever found in trouble, but Stevie had a more.. inquisitive nature.

She often got stuck in the toy box, and after a while, figured out that at bath time, it was a jolly good place to hide from Mommy. It didn't take long for me to catch on, but Stevie didn't realize that. I let her have her fun, it was all a big game, and I wanted her life to be that way for as long as possible.

Tiny Tim was getting along better with the triplets then I could have ever wished. They love him, and he loved them. He took on the role of a big brother, protecting, yet playful.

Tim had his time to play whenever Jet came over. She had a bit of downtime in work right now, so she was over more then Moon, who was busy in the medical career, hours longer then I'd have thought legal. 

Jet and I were closer then ever, getting along as well as Moon and I. She was able to relax around me, and reveal her feelings on life, and the past. She tried hard to avoid the Mom subject, and that was perfect for me.  I didn't need to start building up that wall again.

Feeding time was probably the second hardest part of the day, the hardest being bed time. Once everyone was in their highchairs, it was getting the food to everyone before the first kid finished theirs. Then of course, it's the taste test. Pass it, you have an easy time, and everyone cooperates. Fail it, and it's Hell to pay.

Sierra is the most proper in her eating habits. She would dip one finger, and taste it first, then decide whether the dish deserved to be eaten or not. She was much calmer then the others, more feminine. She was gentle, and shy, just like little girls were stereotyped to be.

Stevie was more boisterous. She would scream and run around all day, causing mischief, and wiggling out of trouble. This was reflected in her eating habits, a hand plunged into the bowl, food smeared over her face, and about 1/3 of said food got to her mouth. She was a bigger clean up, but much, much easier to cater for.

Simon wasn't a big eater, he was a big player. That was for both his eating, and his personality. He would mess around with the food in the bowl, eating only when it had been completely mixed with the grime on his fingers. In his everyday life he would also rather play around, and discover new things, then stay clean and hang with his siblings. 

All my babies had the most amazing personalities, and I loved them all, and I often wondered where they got their interests and tastes.

Simon was always the easiest to put to sleep. Maybe it was all that energy spent during the day, but I loved him for it. A kiss on the head, and a flick of a switch, and before the girls were in bed, he was usually snoring softly.

Sierra hated bedtime. She was scared of the dark, so the lamp would be left on until she fell asleep, and she was such a light sleeper, any small sound from outside would wake her for hours.

Stevie was the worst. She didn't like bed, she wasn't afraid at all, in fact she had quite the brave streak, but she hated the idea of sleep. Any prank to stay up later she would pull, and since she shared a room with Sierra, it usually kept them both up.

This night was no different. She grabbed my hand tightly, and wouldn't let go.

"It's bedtime Stevie. Time for sleep." I cooed, hoping to sooth her into a sleepy mood.

"No Mommy! Songs first!" She demanded loudly, holding tighter.

"Stevie.."

"Please Mommy?" She pleaded, eyes big. I couldn't refuse her, and she knew it too.

"Okay. One song, then sleep. Got it?" 

She nodded eagerly, and I went to sit in the song chair.

I spent a minute thinking of a song, then settled on one I loved so much myself. I glanced over to Stevie, who was sat sat in her bed, eyes bright.

"Lay down,Stevie. You can't sleep sitting."

She laid down obediently, and I cleared my throat quietly.

"Why are there so many songs about rainbows, and what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide. So we've been told, and some choose to believe it, I know they're wrong, wait and see. someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers, and me."

Looking over to the two cribs, I saw two sleeping forms instead of one, and silently left the room.

Walking down the stairs I heard the door click, and I knew Mike was home.

"Hey Baby." I called down, rushing to meet him.

"Hey Hun" He replied solemnly, his normal smile vacant from his face.

I knew straight away something was wrong, and I began to panic. I'd never been good with problem situations, and knew I hadn't changed with married life.

"What's wrong, Mike" I asked quietly.

"Come on. You're gonna wanna sit with me." He answered, taking my hand an leading me to the living room.

"So What's up?" I asked, tried in vain to sound casual.

"I didn't want this to happen. Keep that in mind. I tried everything to stop this, but it's had to be done."

"What is THIS  Mike?"

"Well. You see, Amy, I've.. I've been deployed."

"You've what?"

"I've been deployed, to leave in two months with my unit."

I stopped breathing. I stopped thinking, and feeling, and listening. Mike was going out to fight. My Mike, my husband, out to fight in a war with guns, and bombs, and killings.

This can't happen, I can't lose everyone I've cared for.

I jumped up, and moved to the corner, acting like I was inspecting the plant. My acting skills were non-existent, and I knew I had been seen through.

"Are you okay in there?" Mike whispered gently.

"Yea. Fine"

"Am.."

"How could I be okay? That stupid Captain of yours is sending my husband out to..to die."

"Hey now. I'm not going to die! It's gonna be okay"

"H-how is t-this ok-kay?" I started heaving from crying.

I started bawling into Mike's shoulder, holding on to him tightly, wishing it was enough to keep him with me.

"I-I lo-o-ve you M-i-ike. Don't le-eave me-e." I managed to stutter through the tears.

"You know I wish I could stay here, with you, and our beautiful babies. But duty calls. We both knew this day would come."

"Yea, and I also know that someday I'm going to die, but knowing it's coming doesn't make it easier to swallow." I said, my voice stronger now.

He stroked my hair gently, in long, soothing motions.

"Please" I begged in vain.

He tried to distract me with soft, warm kisses that took away the tears. I began to relax, but couldn't forget the situation.

Mike took me upstairs, and continued to comfort me long into the night, for what could be the last time for all I know.

*Song is 'The Rainbow Connection' courtesy of the Muppets."