G/T Adventures

The Smythes'

This is a story that I have found myself super proud of. I hope you like it just as much as I do!

As bright sunlight shone through the windows of the home of Mr. and Mrs. Smythe, Mr. Smythe was busily reading and working at his laptop while his loving wife patiently cooked breakfast for herself, her husband, and their two children Louis and Bethanie.

"Morning mom, dad," Louis called with a wide grin as he stepped into the room. Louis was around nineteen, had a fairly athletic build, shaggy blonde hair, and pale blue eyes. He was also a very cocky jerk of a brother.

"Good morning, dear," Mrs. Smythe gazed at her son with a warm, cordial smile. "Could you go wake your sister for me?"

The older teen's face curled into an unattractive look of disgust. "You know how I feel about the little twerp."

Mr. Smythe now lifted his head, peering at his son from behind the laptop screen. His eyes narrowed warningly, but he said nothing and simply set his laptop to the side, calmly standing from the chair.

Louis seemed to back down, but only momentarily before speaking back up again with a snarky tone. "She was just an accident, she's not meant to exist anyway."

Mrs. Smythe dropped the plate she was carrying, turning around, ready to give her son a serious reprimanding when her eyes widened. A hand shot up to cover her mouth, and she pointed to the doorway of the kitchen.

Bethanie stood, leaning against the doorframe. All eleven inches of the fifteen-year-old was there, trembling with glistening eyes that matched Louis's in color.

"Beth," Mr. Smythe frowned. That was always a heavily touchy topic for her. But before he could get out another word, his daughter fled the room as fast as those legs of hers could carry her.

The man took a step forward to follow, only to pause and turn to his son with a stern gaze. "You and I will talk later," he said while jabbing an angry, accusing finger in his son's direction before actually hurrying after Beth.

He caught a glimpse of her just as she disappeared into her room and knew immediately where she was going.

"Beth, honey?" He called softly, stepping into the room and slowly approaching the bed. Sure enough, when he got down on his hands and knees, there she was; curled up and shaking, Bethanie was as far away from him as she could possibly be.

Still frowning, Mr. Smythe pulled himself under the bed to join her. She often hid here when she was upset.

"I-I know what I am," Beth stuttered out, turned away from her father. "I-I know I'm not what you wanted."

To summarize what Mr. Smythe was feeling, he was heartbroken. "You're everything we could ever want," he whispered, one of his hands reaching toward her but she cringed away.

"Louis always tells me," she sniffled. "T-Tells me th-that mom had to quit her job to take care of me, th-that I was impossible to take care of. Th-That the doctors couldn't find out what was wrong with me."

Closing his eyes, Mr. Smythe could easily recall the day she was born. It was so strange, but they loved her nonetheless.

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He could remember it. His wife had a positive pregnancy test, but she never got any bigger in the stomach. She had cravings, but they were always minor and hard to notice. They wondered what could be wrong, but doctor's said to wait and simply see if she'd lost the baby.

However, after nine months his wife laid in a hospital bed. She was fully dilated and having contractions. Labor lasted just under an hour, which both fascinated and confused the medical professionals. Everyone was expecting loud wails, but what they all heard was instead tiny whines.