(Mom, Charlotte's P.O.V)
Michelle has luekemia. Thoughts ran through my mind, bad thoughts. I shoved them away, not wanting to cry. They put her on a machine and gave her medicine. On the way home, at six in the morning, Mya and Michelle were asleep in the back seat of the car, their hands still clutching each other's. I cried silently all the way home. I had Dillon carry Mya in while I carried Michelle. Mariah had fallen back to sleep at about three, Dillion had said. I told him that Michelle had luekemia, and we thought of the problems it could cause. Michelle being in pain, her being sick. The bills from the hospital, it would eat up the rest of the money we have that we use for fun. I sighed and started crying abruptly. Dillion held me in his arms, running his fingers through my hair. We decided to try for another baby that night.
I woke up groggily, and walked to the bathroom to find a note. It read, 'Don't forgot to take pregnancy test. I love you, see you later. -Dillion' I took the note off of the mirror and placed it in my pocket. I grabbed the test I had kept, in case we decided to try for our fourth. I wiated a few minutes when I saw the little red plus sign appear. I was pregnant. Again. I called Dillion immediatly and he said "Are you sure?! Maybe we should go to the doctor's office and make sure." I agreed and we went later that day. "Yes, you are pregnant, and it was not a mistake. Congratulations."the doctor had said. Dillion and I got home just as the girls got off the bus. "What are you guys so happy about?" Mya asked, staring at our big grins. "We have to tell you something." I said, "are we in trouble?" Mariah asked. "No, we just have good news." I said and we all walked into the house. "I'm pregnant." I said as everyone settled. All three girls gasped and jumped up and down. I hope it's another girl!" Mariah sqeualed. "I could do her hair and play dolls with her!" she exclaimed. I laughed. "Well, let's hope for a girl then."
-9 months later- (Charlotte's P.O.V)
Life sucked. Michelle had lost more hair because of the medicine, and she wouldn't stop complaining. Not only that, but my new baby girl, would be born with a disease. Osteogenesis Imperfecta. "Why does this keep happening to us?" I had sobbed into Dillion's arms when we found out Jez would have very brittle bones. We decided to name her Jezabelle, Jez for short. I sat on the couch, my swollen belly almost blocking the TV. I felt my pants get wet, and I knew instantly. "Dillion! My water broke!"
