Chapter Two → I made up my mind, i'm keeping my baby

It was days before the nausea went away, and truth me told, it didn't actually 'go away' so much as it suddenly had a reason. Turned out Kinsley was pregnant, brilliant, just what they needed. Well, looked like it was time to break the news to Cherie.

"I'm pregnant." Kinsley said simply that morning after her lover had gotten out of the tub, the two standing in their small bathroom. Cherie paused, staring ahead blankly. "Hon?" Kinsley said, looking at the blonde. "Cher? Babe. Cherie, breathing would be good!" There was suddenly a honk from outside the house, which snapped the blonde out of her momentary catatonia.

"Work, right, gotta go, be back." And with that she was gone, leaving a very confused Kinsley alone behind. With a sigh she answered her phone, getting her first 'official' case that she didn't have to go searching for on the web.

Okay, so it wasn't a trench coat, but she pulled off grandma's couch cushion patterns fabulously, and looked bitching. Even the paperboy thought she looked good, either that or she looked like someone had attacked her with half dry Tempera.

"When you told me to meet you under the big bush, well, okay, i admit i didn't think you meant it." Kinsley said to her client.

"What did you think i meant?" The woman asked curiously.

"So, this gnome kicking issue, been going on long?" Smooth subject change, even if she did say so herself.

"The national psoriasis foundation? Ewwww."

"Yeah, so i did what you asked and stalked that guy you wanted me too. Two things though, he's your roommate, you couldn't have rummaged through your trash and mail on your own? And secondly, you realize he's behind you, naked."

"Ignore him, he's a nudist. Thanks for doing this, i can't pay much but take Jasper, please."

"Jasp..er?" Kinsley stuttered as a happy little gnome was forced into her hands. "Uh, thanks, i'll just send him into the water company next time the bills come." She deadpanned before walking off with the hideous little statue in her arms, seems like Sunset Valley was full of weirdos, ah, just like home!

As the day dragged on, the fact that they were going to be mother's slowly began to sink in for Cherie, how could they raise a kid? They were barely grown themselves? Oh well, they could do it, couldn't they? By the end of her shift Cherie was met with a pleasant surprise, a promotion! Well, that was worth a little celebration. So the blonde stopped by the second hand shop on the way home and bought them d old tv, only once she had gotten home and set it up did she realize she could have, should have, spent the money on a crib.

Kinsley spent the rest of the day out of the house, going back to the library each time to use the computer to find new cases. She was furious in her search for cases, they were going to be able to buy baby furniture if it killed her.

It was extremely late by the time Kinsley dragged her butt home and into bed, but was happy that she had made enough with that night's work to be able to buy an old crib and a teddy bear. It left her with a content feeling as she slept next to her lover, Cherie's dreams filled with images of children and the soon to be pitter-patter of little feet in big shoes.

The next morning met Cherie with a busted sink, this time it was Kinsley who ignored the shouts of dirty words in the next room.

Of course Kinsley's growing belly soon demanded food and she had to brave the cursing sailor that was her wife, just chuckling at her softly as she went by to use the bathroom sink to clean her dish instead.

As it turned out, it was in fact tit for tat because soon Cherie ran out to meet her ride to work, leaving the heavily pregnant Kinsley to clean up the flooded kitchen. She cursed many times, muttering sullenly about being bare foot and pregnant, stuck in a kitchen. Of course, she wasn't barefoot, nor stuck in the kitchen. But her back ached and her feet didn't fit into any of her cute shoes and she was starting to really hate that damn mop.

That night when Cherie returned home, she was surprised to see a rather new looking car parked in their front yard. "Uh, babe, where'd ya get the car?" She asked, hoping the brunette hadn't suddenly gone into some kind of mid-pregnancy crisis and lost her damn mind. It was sorta like a mid-life crisis, only more pregnant.

"Evidence." Was all Kinsley said, her wife tsk'ing at her. 

"You know, i don't think that's how it works."

"Does with me...." The brunette trailed off, grimacing as she paused her walk toward the bedroom.

"What?"

The baby was coming, seemed like Kinsley had gotten that car just in time, riding to the ER in the basket of a bicycle would have been a bitch. "I want drugs, lots and lots of drugs!" Kinsley demanded, grabbing one of the poor useless duty nurses by the arm. "Drugs or i'm going home!"

"How exactly is that gonna work!?" Cherie asked, not sounding calm herself.

"I will walk around with an asprin between my knees for the rest of my life!" Kinsley snapped. "It's my body, and the damn kid better come out stoned out of it's mind or we're gonna have issues!" Turns out Kinsley was not the best patient.

A few hours later their daughter Michelle arrived, not stoned, thankfully, but by then Kinsley had calmed down enough that she had stopped threatening life and limb of very person insane enough to enter her hospital room. Cherie was sure her arms would be bruised for weeks thanks to the death grip her wife had her in during the whole birthing process. It wasn't long of a wait until they were allowed to leave, bringing their daughter home to their tiny abode in the dead of night.

The next morning, Kinsley awoke to an empty bed and a screaming baby, Cherie having already left for work but didn't think to feed the baby first. No bother, Kinsley enjoyed holding her swaddled infant and cuddling it. Of course she knew now that there was an extra mouth to feed, there wasn't any time to sit around. So when Cherie came home around three in the afternoon, Kinsley left the newborn with the blonde, knowing she would be well taken care of.... right?

Well, she was taken care of, if you thought putting a newborn in an upright stroller and letting it lull over to the side like a rag doll was 'taking care'. Luckily Cherie did, so she had no qualms about sitting the baby in the buggy and headed out.

Admittedly not the best place to bring a newborn, but hey, mommy's gotta play, right?

 Little Michelle approved of her mother's newest bad decision.

Kinsley didn't notice Cherie's new tattoo until the next morning, when she managed to not burn the breakfast for the first time in weeks! "Lemme get this straight." She said as she sort of dropped the platter of pancakes onto the counter. "You took the newborn to a tattoo parlor so you could get drawn on by some high school drop out?"

"Pretty much." Cherie said with a nod around her mouthful of food. 

"And you paid a hundred and fifty bucks for it?" Another nod. "I could have just embroidered 'loser' in red thread across your forehead, would have been cheaper." 

"Aw come on, it's cute!"

"You look like a graffiti'd bathroom wall."

"But a cute graffiti'd bathroom wall." Cherie smirked.

"Just like you make a cute pin cushion?"

"Pretty much." The blonde grinned, her smile infectious as ever, which caused Kinsley to grin right back.

Once Cherie left for work, Kinsley was once again on her own with the baby, who was once again crying. "Why the tears huh?" She spoke to the infant in a playful tone, holding her up. "If ya don't quit it i'm gonna shake ya like a colic-y baby, yes i am, oh yes i am." She said in baby talk, not actually shaking the child. With her sense of humor Kinsley was pretty sure she was never suppose to have bred, but, well, what can ya do?

It was late evening when Kinsley finally got to go out and finish her case that she had started the previous day, meeting once again one of the many odd characters in the wacky town. "Wanna see my chicken dance!?"

"Just pay me."

"Ever notice how all our shadows are bald?"

"Oh for the love of God, please, just pay me!"

Kinsley's next case required a stake out, it was soon interrupted by a passerby. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Huh!? Oh, I, uh...." Kinsley stumbled over her words as she jumped up to face the man. "I'm working on a new super Earth friendly cheer." She lied, holding up her two pom pom like shrubs. "Go Greenhorns!" She gave a little jump, so lame a horse would've shot her for it.

"The cheerleading squad is called the Beavers."

Kinsley made a little face. "What kind of perverted gym teacher would name the cheerleading squad the Beavers?" The man just gave a little shrug before eying her once more oddly before walking away. "The gym teacher's a pervert and I get eyed? Bah!" She scoffed as she tossed the bushes to the side and headed home.

"Nice look, trying out for an Olivia Newton-John music video from the early eighties?" Kinsley quipped to her wife who was working out in front of the tv.

"Let's gets physical." Cherie smirked as she did jumping jacks, watching as brunette didn't even get a chance to sit down and eat before her phone went off again with another case. With sigh Kinsley left her dinner untouched and headed toward the door. "Try not to bring home anymore of those gnome things, in fact stay away from those creepy little things all together."

"What if i get another case that includes them?"

"Why would a case include them? Get many gnome cases? A gnome drive by?"

Kinsley paused by the door, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Who would shoot a gnome?" She questioned. "And why is the G silent?" She added as an afterthought.

"Both very good questions, no idea." Cherie said with a laugh as Kinsley gave a little shake of her head and continued out the door and back into the night, her wife's song like chuckle echoing softly behind her as she closed the door. How had life gotten so hectic so fast?

Chapter Notes:

Gnomes! I keep getting gnomes!! Seriously, like every second case she gets is the case of the sleep walking gnome kicker lol. A few points about some of the story here, one, in case you hadn't figured it out yet, i have a very morbidly dry wit and i know it can easily offend people. That being said, i don't actually approve or partake in the shaking of colic-y babies, seriously, don't shake babies. 

Secondly, Kinsley's ideas towards tattoos and piercings do not actually mimic my own. I went through most of jr high and all of high school with a lip ring and my older sister does in fact look like a pin cushion and about forty percent of my family is tattooed, so no, i'm not actually attempting to push my puritanical thoughts onto anyone through the character lol. The fact that i put the word 'puritanical' in a sentence referring to myself is actually laughable. 

Lastly, anyone who knows what show i blatantly and willing ripped that ending 'gnome' conversation from wins at life and might be my mid 90's tv soul mate ^^

So i rolled for my second Generation cause i like to know ahead of time what i'm getting into and boy am i excited for that one, gonna be such fun, can't wait to try that one out. The step-child rule actually fits perfectly into the idea i have for the second chance marital structure thing, shall be fun times ^^

Baby Michelle's traits are Virtuoso and Excitable, i didn't have a choice in the virtuoso trait, it was given to her because i didn't get enough of Kinsley's pregnancy wishes done, but i love playing musical characters so i don't mind it.