Tara's Tiny Tots

Appaloosa Plaines.
My mother had told me of this place, but I never believed I would actually see it. I wonder why I came here, but then I remember. To escape the stares and whispers that crowded me when I walked down the street. I shake my head, I came here to forget.
The town is different from Twinbrook, with an air of content around it, instead of the air of mystery Twinbrook has about it. But I suppose that could be considered a good thing - albeit a boring good thing. If nothing happens here, I will move, without hesitation.
Maybe I should've remembered not to hesitate when Ursula needed my help.

When I came upon the house, I didn't know what I was expecting. Something grand, something humble maybe? But it must be better than what I thought, because my breathing hitched at the sight of it. It belonged to my grandmother, Francois DeCoin. A rich old bag who enjoyed pinching my cheeks.
But the house appears empty. As if life has been drained out of it. But I know I will fill it with the sounds of tiny feet and the peals of children's laughter. The Hundred Baby Challenge wasn't something I had planned either. But I felt it was necessary, if only for my sake.
It was the man gaping in awe at my house that pulled me up short though. His appearance was stunning.

I grinned, thinking of the challenge again. The first father, who hastily introduced himself as Jonas.
"Are you local?" Sometimes I loved my Southern accent.
It seems I had set straight to work with flirting, and was actually pretty good at it. I thought anyway.
It wasn't long before he asked me on a date, offering crimson roses. I smiled saucily and nodded my head yes. Maybe I was using him, but that didn't matter to me.
I guess I could be evil when I wanted to be too.

The outfit I had chosen for the date was perfect. It suited my personality perfectly and yet all I could think about was how I would soon be...making my first child. I shuddered at the thought. Jonas was nice and all, but he was a stranger.

Of course, he'd chosen the fanciest place he could with his means. It's not that I minded, not in the slightest. But he didn't have to try so hard. He knew what I wanted, everyone back home had heard that I was taking the challenge. So I'd assumed he would know, because several waiters at the restaurant knew and gave me their numbers. Jonas quickly chased them off, his eyes saying everything.
Back at my house, we harmlessly flirted. The stars were clear, bold and staring at me with reckless curiosity, so I asked if he would like to look at them with me. Needless to say he said yes. I recycled the newspaper before we ventured upstairs.
I wondered how many times I would hear that beautiful lullaby. Jonas wasn't surprised when I asked him if we could just stay friends. In fact he seemed glad. Which only made me feel more lonely.
After Jonas left for his home, I decided I needed something to do. Of course, while living in Twinbrook I hadn't spent time on many hobbies. I had been too concerned with being popular and keeping up relationships. So I'd cautiously explored the gigantic house, of which had over four bedrooms and a tower.
The office was huge, and I stared at the computer. I had something to do.
Write.

Well, I wrote until I vomited. I'd never been a fan of puking, but then, I'd never met anyone who was. So I guess I was just normal that way. Seriously, vomiting is the grossest thing on the planet.

It turns out, a publisher actually liked my non-fiction book, The Wolves of Mercy Falls. I was an official author several minutes later and had recieved my complimentary sample of the book. I had a feeling none of my children would read it, so I just threw it on the shelf nonchalantly.

I traversed to City Hall for my job. I had decided to become self employed, as a writer. It was easy, I didn't need very much money {ol' Granny Francois had decided to be gracious} so I could make a living off it very well, and I could do it while the new baby was sleeping.

Did I mention? It turns I actually did get pregnant. And I must say, I do quite enjoy my maternity clothes. Very stylish, and the cowboy boots, a very nice touch.

The writing took a lot of work after a while, so I decided to try something else I enjoyed. Music was one of the things I was passionate about, especially when it had to do with Brad Paisley or Keith Urban. Country was totally my thing, and country is all about the guitar.

I think I had a baby bump. It wasn't very apparent, but I could feel it there. I squealed for joy and jumped around the whole house. Neighbors probably thought I was nuts, but I honestly didn't care. There was a baby inside of me.

"A baby." I murmured, then started jumping up and down again.

I was really beginning to be fond of the little squirt. He couldn't have been anything more wonderful in my eyes. And I was certain it was a boy. I'd already chosen a name, of course, it could be used for a girl. But it was going to be a boy, I just knew.

Painting was next on the list. My father had been a painter, so I assumed naturally that I would have some success in that endeavour.

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Apparently, I was wrong about the art thing.

"IT GOT BIGGER!" I was pretty sure that the whole world could hear me scream. But it didn't matter, because he was growing. And I was excited.

Sculpting was next on my list of 'To-Tries" I've come to appreciate clay for being so easy to chisel away at.

This is was I made. I decide to call it "Future Husband" After this challenge, I will get married. I will live my life, maybe have a few more children. All with someone I love.