A Family Of My Own

A Family Of My Own

 

Becca Baker is eighteen and incredibly happy with her life. She's close with her mom and her sisters, and she can talk to her father about things, too. Plus she has Noah, her long time boyfriend.

Everything is going great for Becca, but with the end of high school just around the corner, college is the last thing on her mind. Her friends think she's crazy, but Becca wants to get married and start a family of her own.

 

Little does she know, one part of her dream is about to come true. But the question is, which part? And how will her family react?

 

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Chapter One... I Come From An Eight Kid Family

 

I was a dreamer.

All I ever did was think about what I wanted after high school. And let's just say, not everybody agreed with my decisions.

My friends were all planning on what college they wanted to get into, discussing what sort of careers they wanted. Me on the other hand? I didn't even want to go to college. I wanted something far more valuable than a career.

I wanted a big family.

As for getting that, well I didn't know. Noah and I talked about it all the time, but that doesn't mean anything. We'd known each other for ten years, and been officially a couple since we were twelve. We didn't count the fact that we were together as kids, because our parents tended to frown when we say we've been together for nine years...

Noah came from a much smaller family than mine. He only had a younger brother, and a little sister the same age as my sister Addison, or Addy, as everyone knew her. She was a fifteen year old nuisance at the best of times, always stealing my clothes and shoes. Though I tend to borrow hers as well, when I wanted something new to wear.

But my family? Well, I was the eldest of eight children.

Six girls, two boys... a set of twins, a set of triplets. Yep. My parents were baby makers, alright. But after the twins, they didn't reproduce again. Not too sure why... maybe they figured that eight kids was definitely enough.

Coming from a big family taught me a lot about family closeness. The triplets were thirteen, and my only two brothers Zane and Ethan could be mischevious when they wanted to. They were identical in every way, and Lily, who was the third part of their little triad, looked more like me than the boys. Everybody thought the boys were twins, and that Lily was a year younger than them.

She looked it, too.

Emily I was closest with. She was only nine, and yes, half my age, but I'd been close with her from the day she was born. I can remember being lonely and feeling left out before she came along, because Zane and Ethan bonded like glue, and Addy and Lily played together. But Emily was the only one of my sisters who knew almost all of my secrets (of course, she was a little too young to hear some of them).