Yes, I know that I'm a little nuts for making yet ANOTHER story, when I'm not even done with the other ones, but I started writing this out of pure amusement, and couldn't wait to let you guys read it. It's definitely longer, word-wise in each chapter than my other stories are. But, I think you'll enjoy it. Read and review.

Chapter One: Katie's Introduction

My name is Katherine Fitzpatrick. I'm twelve years old, and I'm very special. Not special ed. Just special. I'm special because I saved someone's life. Two someones.

The first person I saved was my Uncle Liam. He needed a bone marrow transplant, and I was the only match. So, when I was a year old, my mother let me go under the knife. Actually, I went under the needle. I don't remember it, so I'm assuming it wasn't too bad. The transplant kept him alive for a while, but he died a few months later. The Leukemia spread too much to do anything about it.

The second person I saved was my mother. When Uncle Liam died, she went ballistic. She started cutting, she did drugs, she became an alcoholic. That wasn't for very long, though. It was only for about four months, but it still happened. My Grandma Carey reminded her that I needed her, and that she couldn't let her life waste away. I was only a year old when it happened, but that doesn't mean I don't remember what happened. It was dramatic. Something I hope never, ever happens again. I know that I'll never have to worry about that again, though. Mom went through therapy. She's doing really good, too.

Now, she's the co-manager of the Tipton Hotel. She also helps Aunt London with her clothes line, Smartically London. She does the financial statements and stuff like that. Aunt London's not exactly the best when it comes to math-like subjects. Mom does almost everything for her, if it has to do with math. Mom never complains, though. Aunt London's her best friend in the world. I have a best friend too. He's a lot like Aunt London. He's so much like her, you'd think he was related to her or something.

"Katie, call your dad!"

That's Mom. She's always needing me to call dad. It's usually because my little brother is giving her problems. I can't wait until my little sister's here. Mom's pregnant. She's due any day now.

I picked up my cell phone, and let out a small breath, dialing my dad's number. My dad isn't actually my dad. He's my step dad, but I still love him. He and Mom have been married for three years now. But, I've called him Dad ever since I could remember. He was only twelve when I was born, so I know for sure he's not my father. Mom and Dad never told me that he's not my real dad. They don't know I know. But, I'm twelve. I'm not an idiot.

"Did you lose your phone again?" I asked, walking downstairs. I had my phone up to my ear, as I walked into the kitchen.

Pausing, I saw Mom holding onto the island counter, and I heard Dad pick up on the other line, but I didn't say anything to him. "Mom, what's wrong?"

"I'm in labor."

Oh my gosh, this is so exciting! I actually get to be in the delivery room this time, too. With Caleb, I was only seven years old. I had to stay in the waiting room with Aunt London, Grandma Carey, and Grandpa Marion. When I openly proved to Mom that I knew what was going on with her body, she was so proud of me. Dad… Well, let's just say, he was sort of… Stricken. He freaked out when I started explaining that I know the baby's being pushed through the vagina. In fact, he practically had a heart attack when I was telling Mom that I know the sperm fertilizes the egg to make a baby.

"Katherine, tell your father to get home as quick as possible; don't just stand there."

Coming back into reality, I turned my attention back to my phone. "Dad, Mom says she's in labor and she wants to home ASAP," I said.

"Alright; tell her I'm on my way."

When I heard the click, I closed my phone and put it in my pocket, looking at Mom. "Is there anything I have to do?"

"No, just go check on Caleb. He was taking a nap; I want to make sure he's not getting into anything."

"Are you sure? I can get whatever you need."

"Katie, I don't need anything; I want you to go check on Caleb."

"Mom."

I bit my lip, when Mom sighed. That meant she was giving in. It also meant that she was getting pretty heated.

"Fine. If you really want to help out, then make sure Dad packed everything in the baby's diaper bag. It's upstairs in my room by my dresser."

"That's not helping you."

"Katherine Elizabeth Fitzpatrick-Martin."

Uh oh. Full first name, plus my middle and last names. That's never a good sign. Recoiling, and nodded, and started for the stairs. "I'm going, I'm going."

Sighing, I made my way upstairs and into Mom and Dad's bedroom. I didn't hear any noise coming from Caleb's room when I walked by, so it was pretty pointless to check on him. But, I'll do it anyways. After I check the diaper bag.

Walking to Mom's dresser, I grabbed the diaper bag and sat on the bed, beginning to look through it. I pulled out various things, and put them back in. There were all the necessary items. Diapers, wipes, a couple of outfits, a few bottles, an infant manicure set, rash ointment, Oral Jel… Teething gel? She's not even out of the womb yet, and Dad's packing teething gel? …Well, it does make sense… Dad's the one that packed it.

Once I put everything back, I put the bag over my shoulder, and walked to Caleb's room, just to peek in on him. I heard the front door open, and hearing Mom and Dad talking to each other. Actually, it was mom assuring Dad that she was okay.

I walked into Caleb's room, instead of just checking on him, since Dad was here, and I picked him up carefully. With Aunt London's son, Britton, it would have been almost impossible for me to pick him up. But, Caleb is really light. He weighs almost nothing at all. I made my way back downstairs, and watched Mom and Dad bicker back and forth for a few seconds.

"Maddie, you're in labor," Dad said. "That's not fine to me."

"Go get my suitcase and put it in the car. Katie can get Caleb and herself in, and I'll be out there by the time you're half way to the hospital."

I stifled a laugh, and they both looked at me.

"Do you really find it funny that we're fighting?" Mom asked.

I thought for a few seconds, and chose my words carefully. "I find it funny that you're fighting over whether you're fine or not. You're in labor, and having a baby. You're giving birth. That's obviously not fine. Dad, Mom's right. I'll get me and Caleb in the car, you'll get Mom's bag, and then come back in and help her in the car, because God knows how long she's gonna take with a baby coming out between her legs."

"Katherine, go get in the car."

My full first name again. That means she's getting really mad. Deciding I shouldn't go any further, I started out the front door, and got Caleb and myself situated in the car. Dad had finally brought Mom's suitcase out to the car, and now he was attempting to help Mom out. But, Mom was holding onto the banister of the porch, obviously having a contraction. I looked over to Caleb, who'd stirred around in his booster seat, and I smiled.

"Hey, Caleb."

"Hi," Caleb said. "Where are we going?"

"To the hospital. Mommy's having the new baby."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Here, you play with your game boy. I'm gonna call Aunt London, Grandma, and Grandpa," I said, handing Caleb his game boy.

"Okay."

The whole time I was on the phone, Dad got Mom in the car, and we're finally on our way to the hospital. I got off the phone about five minutes ago, and Mom was currently crying, and Caleb kept asking if she was okay. Every time we said 'yes', he didn't believe us.

"Mommy's crying; she's not okay," Caleb said.

"Caleb, she's fine. She's having a baby; we're gonna have a little sister," I said.

"No, she's hurt. She's crying."

There's no way Mom could assure Caleb she's okay, especially since she was sobbing because of the contractions. Dad was way too busy driving and looking out for cops so he wouldn't get caught speeding. I doubt either of them heard how worried Caleb was. Of course, it's not really logical to worry about a questionable five-year-old when there's a woman in labor, in desperate need of a hospital. I didn't know what to tell him, other than what I had been.

"Caleb, she'll be okay. Mommy's having our sister; it only hurts her for a little bit. It'll go away soon. I promise," I said.

"No," Caleb said. "She's hurt."

This went on for another forty-five minutes until Mom was calm enough to explain to him what was going on. Now, we're all in the delivery room; me, Mom, Dad, Grandma Carey, Aunt London, and Grandpa Marion. Uncle Cody and Aunt Barbara decided to stay out in the waiting room with Caleb, because he didn't want to go into the nursery. Uncle Cody was a little uncomfortable going into the delivery room, too.

I became a little less excited myself, when Mom had to start pushing. She was crying, screaming, grunting, whining. She was feeling anything but good feelings. But, my excitement came back, when I saw the baby sliding out of Mom. She was all goopy and gooey, but she was still really cute. When the doctors got the baby cleaned up and stuff, Mom and Dad got to hold her, but I decided to wait and hold her down in the nursery. So, that's where I am right now.

The nurse that helped deliver her let me into the infant room, and she handed her to me. I smiled, and stared at her, knowing that I was already in love with her. Her name is Alexis. Alexis Nichole Martin. Right now, she's an hour old, and I'm totally in awe with her. I can't believe she's finally here.

"Hi, Alexis…" I said. "I'm your big sister. I'm Katie… You know, Mom was pretty scared when she was having you. Caleb was, too. He's only five, so he doesn't understand what's going on… You probably miss Mommy, huh? Mommy misses you."

"You can take her to your mother's room if you want to," the nurse said.

I nodded, and started out of the room. I stared at Alexis the whole time I was walking down to Mom's room, and when I finally reached it, and made my way in and walked to Mom.

"Tell me you did not steal her," Mom said.

"No. The nurse said I could bring her," I said, handing Alexis over.

"Zack, go get Cody and Barbara and Caleb. I want them in here so they can see the baby."

As Dad left the room, I stood by Mom's bed. "She's pretty, Mom," I said.

"Yeah, she is. She looks just like you when you were born," Mom said.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"What was I like when I was a baby?"

"You were always calm. It was very seldom that you got angry, unless you were sick. You were usually really quiet. You did like to laugh, though. No one had to be near you; you'd just burst into laughter."

"Wow…"

"Maddie, how are you doing?" Aunt Barbara asked as she and Uncle Cody walked into the room with Dad and Caleb.

"I'm great," Mom said.

"The baby?"

"She's absolutely perfect…"

"I remember you saying that about a certain someone just about thirteen years ago," Grandpa Marion said.

"What's her name?" Cody asked.

"Alexis Nichole Martin," Mom said.

"This reminds me of the first time you were introducing Katie," Aunt London said.

"You always have a story behind those kinds of comments, Mommy; will you tell me?" I asked.

"At home. I promise."

Well, she meant it when she said it. So, that's where we are; we're at home. Mom's telling us the story, so shhh. I'll tell you about it along the way.

Well, what did you think? Good, bad, in between? I already have the next chapter completely done, but I'm working on the third, so I might be a little while until I post the third chapter.