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After baby number three I was quite worn out so I sat down to get out my journal when along came a woman who was handing out fliers for a maternity support group. She stopped and looked at me then smiled and handed me a flier saying, "All ages welcome." I guess sixteen is a little young to be carting around a body like this. I smirked down at my stomach that had now settled down and was happily here with me. I patted it and muttered sweet nothings to Toby, Anabelle, and the other unnamed girl that I had lovingly started to call Iris. I shoved the flier in my bag without reading it and shoved myself up into standing position.

Toby was supposed to return to Kelcie about two hours ago so I figured that he was staying with me until ten forty tonight when the girls go back.

I took two steps when a powerful sensation hit me. I needed to use the bathroom and I needed to do it now. I rushed to the johnny on the spots that were beside the playgrounds. Just my luck, they were all full. I stood there with my legs crossed for what seemed like ages before a door finally shook. I rushed to it as a young Hispanic woman bumbled out; I barely noticed she was pregnant before my hand was on her arm and she wasn't pregnant anymore. She tripped and fell to the ground from the release that I had just given her. I noisily sat down on the dirty toilet and pulled my bracelet up to my face; I moaned as I saw why moving had become so difficult. There were five people in this outhouse. I was carrying four babies and the most recent was a boy. Once again this was just my luck that the Hispanic woman also seemed to be right at the nine month mark. I was becoming to large to function properly. My stomach stuck out two feet in front of me and my tank top had all but given up as it sat atop my huge mound, acting as a sports bra for my still B-cup boobs.

When I left that outhouse I had had a major talk with myself, I had decided to go straight home, no more stowaways. At this point these babies wouldn't be leaving me until eleven o'clock tonight! I have never been so wrong. If I hadn't been so stupid and if I would have thought about everything that could have gone wrong with the times on these lives I never would have done what I did next. I ignored the talk I had just given myself when I got on the bus to go back home.

"Need a little help miss?" A kind voice asked me.

Without looking up I answered, "Yes please!" As I took the young brunette's hand to help me onto the bus. As she leaned over the first seat she giggled and told me she was about eight months along herself. I couldn't see her stomach but I couldn't help myself, she said it. It was there. I could feel them! Wait a minute... THEM! But then it was too late. My bracelet slowly added two blue beads and I started to fall backwards. The skinny brunette and the plumply pregnant African America woman beside her instantly jumped up and grabbed my hands to save me but I have no will power and that other woman moving to save me was probably what put me over. I fell out of the bus and onto my bum. Several people rushed out to help the severely pregnant woman who was toppled on her back like a turtle. I looked like I had swallowed a jumbo beach ball, I couldn't reach to my belly button anymore and I started to cry suddenly when a man took out a tape measure and went around my body, which was now in sitting position. My belly was three feet and six inches long, covered in stretch marks and bruised to bits. I had no choice but to get home as soon as possible and try to lay low. My bracelet added a new pink bead.

"What are there names?" The African American woman asked me.

"Toby, Anabelle, Iris, Xavier, Jason, John, and Mia." I told her. She smiled to herself and told me that Mia was the name she had picked out for her first born daughter. The brunette beside her chimed in giggling at the so called coincidence because she had always had a deep love for the boys names John and Jason, especially for twins. I chuckled in an uneasy fashion and was glad to get off at my stop.

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I waddled up to the front porch and put my key into the door, my mother opened it before I could take the key out and pulled me into her arms.

"Oh thank the lord you're safe!" She cried into my hair, "Don't you EVER run off like that again, I know you want your freedom but when I turn around and I have no idea where the eight of you are off to I get a little worried!" My mother sighed nervously.

"We're okay Mom." I groaned as I sat on my butt and started to sit my self up the staircase to my bedroom.

When I arrived I lay on my back across my bed and rubbed my massive globe of a stomach. That was a very bad idea. The babies got a little to excited and started to kick everywhere. The pain was unbearable as the expressed how hungry they were. I had figured out a while back with Toby that I do not have a umbilical chord for them so they cannot eat.

In an effort to try and calm them I reached for my backpack which I had dumped at the edge of my bed and emptied its contents. I rummaged until I found my journal and I started to document my days findings.