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Fire Eyes*Tayzer* · 10-03-2006, 03:49 PM

This is part 5. I wish people would read!!!

But I'm ok, I will not cry!

The next day was quite sad. George, Chereen, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were all there with the kids, saying goodbye.
“Alright, I’ll call every day I promise!” said Ginny to Harry.
“We will, too,” chimed in Taylor, Chereen, and Hermione to their husbands.
“Bye,” Taylor said sadly to Fred.
“Look,” said Fred, “What did I say? No crying! I’m going to be fine! I’ll be back before you know it! And then you and me and Lena and Sam and the baby can be together, and… well, I’ll think of something, we’ll go on vacation or something! Okay?” Fred finished putting his hand on Taylor’s stomach.
“Okay,” said Taylor who still couldn’t quite hide the tears.
“Bye! See ya! Missing you already!” all the husbands said to their wives and children.
After they left the women turned towards each other.
“Hey, Ginny, I’ve got a doctor appointment, will you watch Lena and Sam?” Taylor asked politely.
“Of course,” she said, trying to sound happy.
“I’ll take Sam,” said Hermione, “He can play with John.”
“Okay,” said Taylor, “Thanks both of you.”
“No problem,” said Ginny.
~.~.~
Fred was sitting on a muggle bus next to George. Harry and Ron were behind them. Everyone was silent. No one wanted to talk. Not that anyone could talk because there were muggles all around them. Fred pulled a picture out from his bag.
It was a picture of Taylor and him at their wedding.
Taylor was in her long bride’s dress and she was on Fred’s back. She was laughing. Suddenly Fred would spin around and she would laugh harder. He would then turn around and kiss her and then she would laugh again.
He loved her laugh. That was one of the benefits of being funny. He could always hear her laugh.
~.~.~
A few hours later, Taylor was walking out of the doctor’s office thinking intently.
How did this happen? I don’t understand. I thought this was going to be a reassuring trip to the doctor. Guess I was wrong.
She almost broke down in tears when the cell phone that Arthur had sent them started to ring. It took Taylor some time to figure out how to answer it. Finally, she realized you just flipped it open. She did.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hey,” it was Ginny.
“What’s up?” Taylor asked.
“Elizabeth and Lena want to go over to Hermione’s and play with Mary. Is that alright? She wants them to spend the night.”
“Yes,” answered Taylor, “It’s perfect, I need to call Fred. Listen, Ginny, I… I mean I…Ginny, I- I lost the baby, he’s gone.” She sobbed.
“Oh!” Ginny was shocked, “Ok, I’ll, um, I’ll call Hermione, and you take your time. We’ll take the kids tomorrow too, if you want.”
“No,” said Taylor, “I need the company, just…Maybe, just until tomorrow night?”
“Sure,”
“Thanks, Gin,”
“Your welcome, Bye Taylor.”
“Bye.”
Taylor hung up the phone and went home.
When she got home she immediately called Fred.
“Hello?” he said, even through the phone he sounded sweet.
“Hi,” Taylor practically whispered.
“Taylor?” he said, “Can you speak up? Can’t hear you.”
“I have to talk to you.” She said a little louder.
“Ok,” said Fred, still sweet, “Shoot,”
“Ok, um, I went to the doctor.”
“And?” he said patiently.
“And…” she trailed off and broke down in tears.
“What is it?” asked Fred anxiously.
“I… he- The baby died.”
“Oh my- um…are you okay? No, you know what, I’m coming home.”
“No,” said Taylor, “You have to go, I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, Hermione has the kids,”
“Erm… Okay. Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure, go!” she said, a little forcefully.
“Er- OK…um, bye” he said.
“Bye, I love you” Taylor said.
“Love you,” said Fred.
She hung up the phone and cried.
A couple minutes later she went to bed. And her dreams were full of crying babies and diapers. Everything in her perfect life was falling apart. One by one they were walking the plank off the ship of her life.

I'll post part 6 later... Pllease read! :read!:

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Fire EyesTayzer Knarl Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: Dharmaville™ Posts: 9,334 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jack Fletcher Fourth Year	Part 5 Dumbledore's Licorice Snaps Chipotle! This is part 5. I wish people would read!!! But I'm ok, I will not cry! The next day was quite sad. George, Chereen, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were all there with the kids, saying goodbye. “Alright, I’ll call every day I promise!” said Ginny to Harry. “We will, too,” chimed in Taylor, Chereen, and Hermione to their husbands. “Bye,” Taylor said sadly to Fred. “Look,” said Fred, “What did I say? No crying! I’m going to be fine! I’ll be back before you know it! And then you and me and Lena and Sam and the baby can be together, and… well, I’ll think of something, we’ll go on vacation or something! Okay?” Fred finished putting his hand on Taylor’s stomach. “Okay,” said Taylor who still couldn’t quite hide the tears. “Bye! See ya! Missing you already!” all the husbands said to their wives and children. After they left the women turned towards each other. “Hey, Ginny, I’ve got a doctor appointment, will you watch Lena and Sam?” Taylor asked politely. “Of course,” she said, trying to sound happy. “I’ll take Sam,” said Hermione, “He can play with John.” “Okay,” said Taylor, “Thanks both of you.” “No problem,” said Ginny. ~.~.~ Fred was sitting on a muggle bus next to George. Harry and Ron were behind them. Everyone was silent. No one wanted to talk. Not that anyone could talk because there were muggles all around them. Fred pulled a picture out from his bag. It was a picture of Taylor and him at their wedding. Taylor was in her long bride’s dress and she was on Fred’s back. She was laughing. Suddenly Fred would spin around and she would laugh harder. He would then turn around and kiss her and then she would laugh again. He loved her laugh. That was one of the benefits of being funny. He could always hear her laugh. ~.~.~ A few hours later, Taylor was walking out of the doctor’s office thinking intently. How did this happen? I don’t understand. I thought this was going to be a reassuring trip to the doctor. Guess I was wrong. She almost broke down in tears when the cell phone that Arthur had sent them started to ring. It took Taylor some time to figure out how to answer it. Finally, she realized you just flipped it open. She did. “Hello?” she said. “Hey,” it was Ginny. “What’s up?” Taylor asked. “Elizabeth and Lena want to go over to Hermione’s and play with Mary. Is that alright? She wants them to spend the night.” “Yes,” answered Taylor, “It’s perfect, I need to call Fred. Listen, Ginny, I… I mean I…Ginny, I- I lost the baby, he’s gone.” She sobbed. “Oh!” Ginny was shocked, “Ok, I’ll, um, I’ll call Hermione, and you take your time. We’ll take the kids tomorrow too, if you want.” “No,” said Taylor, “I need the company, just…Maybe, just until tomorrow night?” “Sure,” “Thanks, Gin,” “Your welcome, Bye Taylor.” “Bye.” Taylor hung up the phone and went home. When she got home she immediately called Fred. “Hello?” he said, even through the phone he sounded sweet. “Hi,” Taylor practically whispered. “Taylor?” he said, “Can you speak up? Can’t hear you.” “I have to talk to you.” She said a little louder. “Ok,” said Fred, still sweet, “Shoot,” “Ok, um, I went to the doctor.” “And?” he said patiently. “And…” she trailed off and broke down in tears. “What is it?” asked Fred anxiously. “I… he- The baby died.” “Oh my- um…are you okay? No, you know what, I’m coming home.” “No,” said Taylor, “You have to go, I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, Hermione has the kids,” “Erm… Okay. Are you sure?” “Of course I’m sure, go!” she said, a little forcefully. “Er- OK…um, bye” he said. “Bye, I love you” Taylor said. “Love you,” said Fred. She hung up the phone and cried. A couple minutes later she went to bed. And her dreams were full of crying babies and diapers. Everything in her perfect life was falling apart. One by one they were walking the plank off the ship of her life. I'll post part 6 later... Pllease read! :read!: __________________ Have at thee! But who's that ghost who keeps walking by my door? Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word? Who do you carry the torch for, my young man?