Haunted Family, Lost Hope

Taking Home The Prize

Well, 4:30 am... Have to get up at 8, enjoy!

We took the children home at 5 pm. I held Taylor in the car. We put him in the white and black nursery, as we were unaware of his gender.

The white crib had a blank spot in the front, to be painted in black letters. We would paint Taylor, or T.A.W. more likely Taylor.

He was crying, my mother instincts told me he was hungry. After all, he was in the world for almost 4 hours without eating or drinking, it had to happen sometime.

Gabe left the room to put Felicity down for a nap and Theresa was at a friend's house for a sleepover. I brought him closer to me and put a blanket over us, letting him breast feed.

He started sucking right away. as if knowing this was his source for food. I sat on the rocking chair, slowly rocking back and forth.

Soon, he was satisfied, and I lifted the blanket up and put my breast away. But not before Gabe got a quick glance at it.

I blushed, and asked how long he had been standing there. "Oh, a few minutes now. You make a sexy mother, to know." He said seductively.

I cradled Tay in one arm, and the other reached around the back of Gabe's neck and pulled him in for a long kiss. When we stopped, he wrapped his arms around me and we stood there, rocking sideways.

Tay yawned his first little toothless yawn, and Gabe took Taylor away and held him, taking a good look at our little miracle.

I smiled, he was an amazing father. He hummed a little lullaby, and gently placed Taylor in his crib.

I realized tomorrow would be my sweet sixteen party, and I would wear my regular dress! I would get to dedicate a candle to Taylor, too.

After Felicity and Theresa "met" Taylor, we tucked the girls in and went into Taylor's nursery.

Gabe had his arm around my waist, and his head laid on my head. I cradled Taylor in my arms, and Gabe sat on the rocking chair, and I sat on his lap.

I laid Taylor down on my lap and we hummed Rock-A-Bye-Baby until we heard a soft angelic yawn and soft snoring. Then I heard loud snoring, and turned around to see Gabe pretending to sleep. I smiled and laughed to myself.

"Like father like son," I said quietly, and carefully got up and placed Taylor in his crib. I sat back down on Gabe's lap and turned and wrapped my arms around him.

We started a quiet conversation. "Our son is perfect. He's just like you, Gabe." Gabe smiled. "He's got ur nose, and an eye." He winked and I smiled. "I just know he's gonna be like you and admire his father beyond words."

Gabe sat up taller, as if proud by my words. He placed his hand on my somewhat flat belly and rubbed. "Well I guess we'll be seeing that grow sometime in the future?" I smiled, he had no plans to break up with me.

I never saw any signs, but who can tell. I got up and turned off the lamp next to Taylor's crib. There were still two lamps on. Gabe stood up and in the middle of the nursery, he pulled a box out of his back pocket and knelt down on one knee.

"Kristina Wilma Robertson, we've known each other forever and you carried our baby. Will you marry me?" I started crying tears of joy. I ran and hugged him. "Oh yes yes yes, a thousand times yes! I will marry you Gabe Richard Winchester!"

We kissed, and we didn't stop kissing. I reached back and turned off a light, and we turned out the last light by the door. He picked me up bridal style, and swiftly grabbed a condom out of our bedroom closet.

"I knew this would come in handy," Gabe seductively said. I wanted him now, needed him. He carried me to the bed with ease and placed me there.

He lifted his shirt, and I saw his sexy six pack and his tones muscles all throughout his torso. I lifted my shirt and took it off, suddenly self conscious of my baby fat left from my pregnancy.

We took off the rest of each other's clothes and climbed into bed. We deserved that.