In A Time Of Confusion [-[My story]-]

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

I just finished copying and pasting, I'm gonna run to the bathroom and then I'll write more! I PROMISE!

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

Graham just looked at me with this puzzled look on his face. I hated to hurt him like I
was, but I was beginning to feel like I really missed Jeremy.
I walked back out to the party, avoiding eye contact with Emma. Eliza soon had me
cornered again.
“What’s wrong?� she asked, staring at me. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me
what the heck is going on.�
“It’s Emma. I haven’t seen her in so long. She looks so much like Jeremy. So much. I
can’t stand to look at her. I miss him, Liza, I miss him a lot. I don’t know why. I have Graham, I
should be happy.� I moaned.
“You are happy with Graham. Tell me you are.� she pleaded.
“I am. I am happy with him. There’s just something I loved about Jeremy.� I said,
“Kers, he tried to kill you and Graham. You can’t possibly like a man that tried to
murder you.� She grabbed my wrists and squeezed them as she spoke.
“You have a wonderful life and wonderful kids with Graham. You’re happy with him, I
know you are. Go back out there and have fun like you’re supposed to. Don’t think about
Jeremy. Please.�

[sandragonfly]

ahhhhhh! I saved a word for each five-ten minutes...don't wanna finish reading!

more...more............................like I haven't drank for ages. pffft.

...*looking around* jeez, where's everybody?? just me....can't be. :p :)

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

I walked into the nursery and picked up Ellie who was crying. I cradled her close to me and
kissed her pink forehead.
I brought her out into the livingroom, only to be swarmed by everyone. Both Ellie and I
were deafened by the “awws� but I enjoyed the attention.
Later that night, Graham and I were lying in bed, three bassinets near the end of the
bed.
“We aren’t going to get much sleep.� Graham said, laughing.
“I know. You can get up with them first, I was the one who had the C-Section,
remember.� I said, touching the scar.
“That’s not fair!� Graham complained. I just laughed. I scooted close enough and
kissed him lightly on the nose.
“Sure feels good to sleep in my own bed.� I sighed. Graham rubbed my arm as I tried
to find a comfortable position to sleep in.
We ended up falling asleep at around 10:30, waking up three times at 2:30, 4:30, and
for the last time at 6:30. We just stayed up after that. I let Graham go back to bed around 7:00,
although he greatly refused. He hadn’t been up that many times in AGES and it was sure killing
him.

[trayi52]

OMG! It is so good to see you writing again, Megan! I love this story! It has progressed so far. Keep writing and don't stop! Just love it, love it , love it!

*Smack*

Willie:)

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

Here's a whole lot for ya:


With all three children sleeping peacefully in the living room, so they wouldn’t wake Graham, I
started to make a huge breakfast for him and I. I made eggs and bacon, toast, sausages and
even pancakes. I got the orange juice out of the fridge just as Graham walked in, his hair all
messy and rubbing his eyes.
“What’s this?� he asked, not really believing what he saw. I was never much of a cook.
I could do it if I tried, but being pregnant and having children, this entire past year I never once
cooked for Graham.
“Breakfast, honey. Breakfast is served!� I kissed him on the cheek and motioned for
him to sit down.
“It looks.. great!� he said. It was apparent that he was very surprised.
“I just thought I would make us our first, nice, “just-you-and-me� breakfast. You know,
soon we will have three hungry babies sitting at this table with us and things won’t be so calm
anymore!� I laughed. I kissed him again before sitting down.
We ate peacefully, and as I was doing the dishes, Ellie, Ashton AND Olivia started to
cry.
“I can handle this!� Graham said. Three babies? I stopped doing the dishes and
watched from the kitchen. Graham was holding Ashton, rocking Ellie’s basinet with his foot, and
trying to give Olivia her pacifier with the other hand. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Need some help there, big guy?� I asked, taking Olivia out of the basinet. I
successfully gave her the pacifier and she quieted down. I picked up Ellie and made her a bottle.
“They’ll all probably eat soon. Just make three bottles, if you can.� Graham said.
I sighed. With a baby in my arms I struggled to make even one bottle. Ashton was still
crying in Graham’s arms, and he moved into the kitchen to avoid waking the nearly sleeping
Olivia.
“Wait, I have an idea.� Graham said. “I’ll be right back.�
He ran into the nursery and I could still hear Ashton crying. He emerged with the carrier
that goes over your chest to carry a baby.
“How do I use this thing?� he asked.
“Like a backpack, honey, put it on backwards like a backpack.� I said, laughing, but at
the same time almost asking him to bring me one.
With three bottles successfully made thanks to Graham’s great idea, all three children
were again sleeping peacefully.
“This is going to be some crazy year, isn’t it?� I said. My head was in Graham’s lap. He
was running his fingers through my hair as he talked.
“I hope not,� he said. “But I think it’s pretty inevitable.� He smiled. That’s what I had
always liked about him, his beautiful smile. I thought back to the day he invited me to play
foos-ball with him. I remember looking at his gorgeous brown eyes and his spiked brown hair. I
also remember how fast I connected, with all the things we had in common. I remember asking
myself how he could love a girl as ugly as me. Stricken with anorexia and a cutter I didn’t know
how he could have become attracted to me.
I had always been skinny, I supose, but I never felt that I was pretty enough. My
parents had never told me I was pretty, and I never heard it from anyone else except Graham
and Jeremy. I had short, choppy brown hair most of my life, but during my numerous
hospitalizations and through anorexia and cutting I hadn’t trimmed my hair at all. I just recently
cut it back to the length it used to be.
The thought of Jeremy made me uncomfortable again. I was sitting next to Graham and
thinking about Jeremy. What kind of horrible wife was I? Then I thought about our kids and
how much I loved them. I didn’t want them to be like me. A cutter, an anorexic, a big mess of
pain and heartache. I pulled up my sleeves and looked at my scarred arm. My kids would one
day ask where those scars came from. How could I tell them? You can’t tell a child you cut
yourself when you felt sad or unwanted. What was I supposed to do? I started to cry quietly in
Graham’s lap.
“Baby, why are you crying?� he asked, wiping off the tears that had rolled down my
cheek.
“Graham, look at me. A skinny, anorexic cutter. What am I supposed to tell my kids
about these?� I said, showing him my arm.
“I can’t let them be like I was.� I cried. “We have to steer them away from doing stupid
things like I did in my childhood.�

[trayi52]

That is great! Hard to say what she should tell them, maybe wait until they are older? I say "More".

Willie:)

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

Weee. :)

[flamepony12]

yaay! MORE. Now, Meg-on. kthanks.

PS .. that was a pathetic bump.

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

it's all messed up. :(

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

But ALAS! I have regained inspiration for this story and if anyone is still interested, I'll be updating more. :)

“Honey, it’ll be okay. We’ll put them in the right direction. You can’t change
what your kids decide to do, but we can sure help. Everything will be okay.” he said,
kissing my forehead.
“God. I hope so.” I put my hand over my eyes and sighed.
It was nearing noon when the babies were pleading to be fed again. Graham got
up and cradled Ashton while I fed Olivia and Ellie. I looked into their beautiful brown
eyes and prayed for the strength to show them a healthy lifestyle and have them not turn
out like me.
It was nearing 10:00 before we finally got all three children to sleep and in their
basinets in our room. I collapsed on the couch as Graham came into the room and
laughed.
“Tired much?” He asked. I stuck my tongue out at him and pulled the bottom of
his sweater so he fell onto the couch beside me.
“I love you. I’m really sorry,” I said, staring him directly in the eyes.
“For what? What do you have to be sorry for, baby?” he replied, suddenly getting
serious and putting his hand on my knee.
“I just... for the things I’ve done. I’m sorry for being such a burden. And the
whole thing with Emma the other day. She just looks like Jeremy and it killed me to see
her.”
“I understand, sweetie. I promise,” he said, but I knew he was upset.
I sighed. Smiling shyly, I grabbed the front of his sweater and pulled him close for
a kiss. His hand slowly moved from my leg to the back of my neck, where he placed it
there and kissed me back.
I pulled back and looked at him. His lips were still poised and in the kissing
position and he looked surprised that I had pulled away. I just laughed and pushed him
backwards so he was lying on the couch. Crawling clumsily over him, I perched myself
on his stomach and kissed him once more, even harder. His hands gravitated to my waist
where they stayed, and he started fumbling for my belt. I laughed and pulled back again.
“Graham... sweetheart, I love you but look where this got us last time,” I said,
laughing even harder. Graham tossed his arms back above his head as a gesture of giving
up.
“I can’t win, can I?” he asked, pretending to be hurt. “New rule, don’t get my
hopes up and then smash them like that, okay?” He pulled me forward again and gave me
a quick peck on the forehead.
I got up and took a few glasses into the kitchen that had been sitting on the coffee
table next to us. Once in the kitchen, I looked back at him. He was now sitting up on the
couch and was looking at me suspiciously. I grinned and he darted for me, full speed and
grabbed me. He simply hugged me and swung me around a few times, but as he put me
down, he looked into my eyes.
“I love you,” he said. He kissed the tip of my nose twice. “A lot.”

[pitc9]

Okay... add me to the list of readers!!!!!

I've just spent the past 2 days reading this thread from the start!!!!

Can't wait for more!!!! :D

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

Ah, I'm so glad you like it! I'll type a bit more now, but then I have to go to work! I might come back after work to type a little more. :)

Here it is!

“I love you,” he said. He kissed the tip of my nose twice. “A lot.”
“I love you, too,” I replied, smiling from ear to ear. “But we really need to get
some sleep before they wake up again.”
I grabbed Graham’s pinky in my left hand and led him through the kitchen with
me as I shut off the light. With Izzy already asleep on the bed, I pulled off my sweater and
put on some comfortable sweats to sleep in. I crawled into the bed and shut of the lamp
on the bedside table. Graham finished changing and quietly snuck in beside me. He
kissed me once more on the forehead before drifiting off. He was asleep within an instant.
Around 5 o’clock, I awoke to a fussy baby. I picked up Ellie and shuffled my way
into the kitchen for some formula, Izzy trailing close behind. Today was Graham’s first
day back at work and I knew he had to be up by six, so I let him sleep.
He woke me up about a half hour later. I had dozed off with Ellie asleep in my
arms.
“Wake up, Princess,” Graham said as he touched my cheek. “Get some sleep,
honey. Ashton and Olivia have been fed and it looks as though Ellie won’t give you any
problems,” he said, chuckling.
“Okay, thanks,” I said through a muffled yawn. “Are you sure you have
everything for work?”
“Yep. I’m all set, I just need to finish getting ready. Lunch is packed, I have my
ID... got everything,” he said, smiling. He and I both knew he wasn’t a very organized
person.
“I’m going back to bed,” I replied as I kissed him. “Have a good day at work,
honey. I love you.”
“I love you too. Call if you need anything, okay? Anything at all, just give me a
ring. I’ll be there in a sec--”
“Graham,” I laughed. “Honey, I’ll be alright. I might call my mother if I need her.
Just enjoy your day.”
He smiled at me and kissed my cheek and slipped on his shoes. He kissed Ellie on
the forehead and then slipped quietly out the door.