Thursday, 29 November 2012

Baby 67+68- Surprise, have a street-child.

Two days ago Paisley had shown up at my door out of the blue. I didn't mind, because let’s be honest, she's my best friend and I haven't seen her in a long time. But not only that, she is more than that. She's my rock, my girlfriend and the one person I can count on not to do something too crazy when I call on them in the middle of the night.
Except, now Paisley was the one doing the calling upon. "Skye!" she shouts, and leaps into my arms. From the smell of her, she's been drinking. This is unlike her and my main cause of concern. Not that I'm not concerned that she appeared in town from several hundred miles away. "Paisley." I say, with only half enthusiasm. "What are you doing here? At..." I glance at the clock behind me. "Three AM?"
Paisley ignores the question and strides towards my bedroom. Thankfully she knows where she is going and doesn't walk into anything. "Skye, ravage my body! Take me here and now and do with me as you will" she says, theatrically before leaning against the wall and sliding down it slowly. Her eyes close, and I walk over to her slowly. When she doesn't move, I prod her in the face. Nothing.  So much for her plans.
I pick Paisley up and put her on my shoulder. Trying to think of a place to put her, I eventually decide on the couch in my bedroom.
I glance at the clock on the opposite wall. 3:15. It was almost time for Haven's feed. Leaving Paisley on the sofa, I creep up the stairs in my slippers and into the nursery. In the two months since I'd given birth to her, Haven hadn't changed much. She was still as small and adorable as the day she arrived. But her siblings had aged up into children. And of course, in a feat worthy of Peter Pan I had insisted they leave the nursery. Because there's only cribs in there, and no room for beds. Because of that I decided it was safe to wake up Haven, and then feed her. I did this quietly; and then left back downstairs.
The next thing I knew I was being woken up to "GIVE IT HERE!" being shouted above me. "NO! It's MINE." comes the equally loud reply. I sigh. It seems Parker and Annie have woken up. Those two had done nothing but fight since they grew up. Not that that stopped them as toddlers. Many a time I'd had to chastise Parker for biting her younger
sister and Annie for stealing toys from the other. It was a lot to prevent, especially since I'm all alone most of the time. 
I get out of bed and begin walking upstairs, but Baldur and Fenrir come to the rescue before I get there. "Will you two cut it out? I swear, if you two fighting annoys Mum one more time so that we can't age up, I will personally murder you." I hear Baldur shout across the hallway.
"Bal, don't murder your siblings. I need the slave labour." I say, and I can almost hear him roll his eyes. Yes. I use my children for slave labour.
Fenrir pokes his head out of the door and looks at me. "Mom, can we-" I interrupt him with a "Yes." before he finishes the sentence. He puts his head back into the room, cheering and I hear Baldur cheer too. It seems I just made two of my kids very, very happy. 
I walk back downstairs and when I get into my room, Paisley is just waking up. "Hey you." I say, and she jumps. When she realizes it's just me, she calms down a bit before frowning. "Last night did we, I mean did you? I mean I told you to..." I cut her off with a kiss.
"Spoilers." I say, winking. "Now I'm off to get dressed and take a shower. You know where everything is if you want to get changed."
I skip off into the bathroom humming. The next half hour of my life is spent cleaning my body and singing various bits of, "If you wanna be my lover."
When I leave the bathroom, Paisley is curled up on my couch, staring out the window. "Your hair's green now." she says, not looking at me. "Yes. It is." I reply. Finally, she turns to look at me.
"I like it, but it's not you." I nod sadly. My new hair was going to go soon, I couldn't be bothered with the maintenance of green hair, and my roots were going to start showing eventually. Instead of telling her this I just say, "Waffles?" She nods enthusiastically, and I spend the next little while cooking, while her hand dips into the mixture occasionally, to steal some of the raw batter. There's enough left to pour into a waffle maker though, so we eat waffles for breakfast before the upcoming birthday party.
Fenrir ages up into a handsome young adult, and moves in with his friend, Sugar Free, a berry sim. She's got a boyfriend, his only other friend (so there's no worry of him leading her astray)
Baldur becomes a very enterprising teen. He takes his inventions down to the consignment store to sell them, but he has a lot of other outlets and business... companions as well. I even heard him on the phone later talking to one Miss Potts (like the Miss Potts.)
Of course his sisters are grumpy about not getting to grow up as well, but thy hug Fenrir as he leaves and I even see a tear in Annie's eye. They were very close when they were younger, but I'm sure they'll keep in contact.
After Fen, it's time for Haven to age up. She grows up into the most adorable toddler I have ever seen and I just want to snuggle her to death.
But, according to the law snuggling to death is illegal. I turn towards my bedroom, I need to go pee, and everyone has aged up that needs to and walk in. There, I see Paisley, her hair pushed back behind her ears, and putting in a pair of contacts. I shut the door and walk a little closer to her when she jumps and turns around to see me. To my surprise, one eye is yellow and the other is green. I assume the one she was putting the contact in is the yellow, but what eludes me is why. "Why are you putting yellow contacts in?" I ask. Paisley replies, "I'm putting green ones in actually. I have something I need to talk to you about." So Paisley launches into a tale of how she's now an elf (stranger things have happened) and her eyes are yellow and Ginny, Cho and some of her other kids are now elves.
I don't realize how long this takes until Annie knocks on the door and walks in. "Auntie Paisley?" she asks, quietly, "Can we go to the park please?" Paisley looks from my daughter to me, and back again. "Ask your mom." Annie's eyes flick to me, and I nod enthusiastically. "I'll go make some sandwiches or something." I say, and stand up. Annie jumps up and down and runs off to tell her siblings the news.
I hear a very male groan from Baldur, until I say, "We'll call in at KFC on the way home as well." to which he perks up considerably. The packing finished, Beckett jumps on Paisley's back, Parker on mine, and Annie takes control of the picnic basket for the short walk to the park.
Baldur strolls on ahead of us until he sees one of his friends from his elementary school, whom has also aged into a teenager. It also just so happens that this friend is female, and rather pretty. He glances back at me and I make a pushing gesture, and they stroll off towards the park together.


I have liked Amelia since we first met as children at school. The first time I saw her, we were on the see-saw together, and she fell off and hurt her knee. I picked her up and took her to Miss Lace, who was her mother and teacher. Of course, I had to explain to her what had happened, and when Miss Lace started yelling at me, Amelia took my side. From that moment on I liked her, and I never got the courage to make a move yet.
As we walk to the park down the road, Amelia is talking excitedly about the book she is writing, about a female detective called Melody Malone and her time travelling husband. I listen, avidly for a moment, until the sound of a car catches me and I turn to look at it. The vehicle speeds past us, not knowing or caring about the trials of being a teenage boy, and I turn back to face Amelia.  “Bal, if you only had a day to live, how would you spend it?” she asks me, suddenly serious. We have arrived at the park by then, so I lead her to a bench to sit down. I think for a minute, and then respond. “I would do everything I had ever wanted to, and spend it with the people I loved the most.”
She nods, slowly, before turning to face me. Slowly, she brings a hand to my face, and looks at me. Then, a butterfly’s kiss on my lips. Amelia leans back from me, looking scared. “I’m sorry-“she starts to say, but then my lips are on hers. She’s warm and soft and everything a girl is supposed to be. The kiss itself is passionate, full of years of unsaid feelings and suppressed love. If this moment could go on forever, it would not be long enough.
As she pulls away, I swear I can see tears in her eyes, but it could just be the light. “Amelia,” I say, a sudden burst of courage surrounding me, “Will you marry me?” she gawks at me incredulously. “Not now obviously. Once we’re adults, and stuff. And I have a ring, and a proper proposal.” Amelia continues to look at me, and this time she does cry. “Yes.” She says, simply, before throwing her arms around me and hugging me tight.
It is then that Mum and Paisley arrive at the park, Mum shoots me a glance, at Amelia’s tight hold on me, but Paisley takes her hand and turns her away from us. I make a mental note to thank her later. But for now, Amelia.
I have to admit, when Annie and Parker first asked about going to the park, it seemed like a terrible idea, but now, sat here in Paisley’s arms while my children play and enjoy themselves in the final throes of summer, I cannot find a reason to fault it. It is the perfect picture of bliss I had always dreamed of, and the perfect person to enjoy it beside me.
Beckett runs over to us, and asks me to push him on the swings. I jump up immediately; determined to make the best of our time together. Beckett is normally a very independent child, and insists on doing everything himself (including opening jam jars, don’t get me STARTED on Beckett and his jam) so it’s not often that we get to do something together.
As I push my child on the swings I take the moment to look around at everything else around me. There are other mothers with toddlers in prams; Paisley is on the see-saw with Parker; Bal and Amy are over under the willow tree talking. Everything is so perfect. And in the blink of an eye, this could all be gone and my challenge will be over.
I turn behind me on the swing to look at Mom. She looks sad. Mom looks sad a lot now. I don’t know why. But when she looks at Aunty Paisley she looks happy again, and I think it’s going to be all right. When she stops pushing me, and looks around at the park, I jump off the swing. 
She doesn't notice me, so I hug her tightly and that gets her attention. “What was that for, honey?” she asks. I shrug, but Momma doesn't buy it. “I don’t want you to be sad any more Momma. I hope whatever it is, it goes away so you can come back and play with us more.” 
I must have said something wrong, because Momma starts to cry and runs away quickly to the gazebrabo or whatever it’s called, and sits down on a bench. I start to follow you, but Baldur and Amelia come up behind me and stop me. “Don’t,” he says, “Let Paisley go to her. Paisley will know what to do.”  
What Beckett had said had made me realise that I was sad a lot, and I had no cause to be. I had a better life than most people on the street did, and a huge, loving family to care for and be cared by. I had to reason to be sad, and I resolved not to be any longer.
Paisley was walking up the stairs to the gazebo when I calmed down. “Hey.” She says, quietly. “Hi.” I respond.
“Are you feeling better?” Paisley asks. I nod. “It’s getting  little late, we should go home.” I say. Paisley agrees with me, and we gather everybody up. I ask Amelia if she wants to come to KFC with us as well, but she declines and explains that she has to go home.
We enter the fast food place and order some… I hesitate to call it food, but I don’t have much of a choice here. The next half hour is spent jovially, laughing. I take a bite of chicken, and say, “Are you trying to poison me?” which merits a roar of laughter from everyone. Eventually, we leave and set off home.

By the side of the building is a young girl, no more than fifteen huddled up with a toddler clasped to her chest. “Excuse me, are you alright?” I ask. The girl says nothing, but shivers again in the rapidly cooling night. “Do you have anywhere to go?” I ask.
She shakes her head, and the toddler in her jacket cries. I take her hand and pull her up. “My name’s Skye. I’m going to take you somewhere safe.” I tell her. The girl nods her assent, and starts to walk. Paisley ushers the kids off, and I pick up the girl and her child (I assume) in my arms. “Carmen, and Evita.” She whispers. “We’re Carmen and Evita.”
I carry her for the short walk up the hill to my home, and set her down inside. “Do you want something to eat” I ask. Carmen nods and I walk to the fridge and grab some leftover waffles from breakfast. She immediately sets upon them, and I pick up the young child. Closer up, I can see that she has beautiful blue eyes, and her hair is a dark black colour, under a layer of grime. I take the toddler to the kitchen and grab a bottle of formula milk for her. The toddler drinks just as eagerly as the other girl did, and yawns soon afterwards.
I look over to the older girl and she is talking quietly to Beckett. He takes one of her hands and examines it. I don’t want to interrupt their conversation, but I venture over, Evita in my arms. “She’s tired. If it’s okay with you I’m going to put her to bed and let her sleep. Then you can have a bath.” I tell Carmen. She seems to be okay with this and nods.
I take Evita upstairs and put her in one of the cots. Then, realising they probably won’t want to be separated in a stranger’s home; I set up a sleeping bag on the floor for Carmen and walk downstairs to run the bath. When this is done, I call her in and she changes out of her muddy clothes behind a screen. When she comes out, I realise just how skinny she is. She gets into the bath and starts to wash off some of the dirt on her body, while I go sit on the toilet behind the screen to give her some privacy.
I hear her get out not long after, and I grab a towel for her and take her upstairs to the nursery where she snuggles into the sleeping bag and falls asleep almost instantly.
Not long after, I go to bed myself and find Paisley sat reading a book. “That was a nice thing you did. Taking in a homeless girl.” So, the unspoken truth is realised aloud, I’m going to keep and care for the child. “She needed somewhere, and I can offer her care. If you really need me to justify it, she and the kid can count towards my challenge.” I tell her. I realise how callous that could have sounded, but Paisley doesn’t care.
I slip under the covers beside her, and fall into a dreamless sleep in Paisley’s arms. Life is good.

Sunday, 11 November 2012

Annie made me do it...

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I didn’t want to do this. Annie made me.
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Friday, 9 November 2012

Baby 66(6)- *Insert Evil laugh here*

Well it’s Sunday morning, and it’s time for a few more birthdays! Hela and Frigga are close, like usual and both have grown into beautiful people. Frigga was the leader still, and Hela was the brains behind their every plot. But she was very introverted and preferred to stay out of all her sister’s crazy plans- the kind that had almost gotten them in trouble as teens. But there is one plan she has never given up on, and that is their shared dream to become explorers and see the world. Screenshot-11Baldur is now a child as well, and his wings are so small and adorable and he’s a lovely colour, which matches his hair. Most of him come from his father, but he got my ears, and possibly my lips, but I am not too sure just yet. Screenshot-12The rest of the family stayed at the current age, and –as usual- the oldest moved out. I pulled them into a hug and they walked out into a life full of adventure, and foreign lands. Everything I wanted to do when I was that age, and almost did. I came back though, and started the challenge. Screenshot-15As I walk back into the house, I hear a loud barking from my room. I open the door to see a large, fuzzy dog (who looks more like a bear in my opinion) sitting calmly on the floor by my fire. He has a note attached to his collar, which basically says that he is mine, as a going away present from the girls. Screenshot-14I cannot help myself, and tears spring to my eyes. Annie walks in, ever the adventurous child and starts patting and touching the dog. She seems to like him, and by the dog’s face the sentiment is returned. If dogs can have facial expressions that is… I would assume they can. Because this one does. Screenshot-8Quickly enough it was time for Fenrir and Baldur to go to school on that Monday morning. I had nothing to do except mope about the house. All the chores had been done and it wasn’t lunch for another couple of hours. So, acting on a rash decision I called a sitter for the toddlers, pulled on a pair of boots and went out. Screenshot-7I ended up at the salon, and walked in. I think it was time for a change in my life, and while Paisley was a huge part of that, I felt I needed a new look to go with it. I sat in the chair with the stylist (also my son) behind me. “Just do what you like with it. I feel like a new look.” I say, and close my eyes so they can do their magic without the surprise being spoilt. Screenshot-34I open my eyes not long later and the shock is unbelievable. My hair is now short, much shorter than before and green with pink highlights. Those I requested in honour of October being breast caner month. “If you will follow us this way mother, I can give you a change of outfit as well.” says Autumn and I follow him into the neighbouring room. Screenshot-35I check my new outfit out in the mirror and I cannot help but be a little impressed with the result.Screenshot-36While I was out I decided it was time to scout out the next father. I went to the park and met Dylan Stone. He was a room-mate of Average Joe, one of my previous fathers. So, after taking down his number, I drive to his house to check with his room-mate if it is okay to have them in my challenge. “So, is it?” I ask him, after trailing through a long and extended explanation. “You have to ask them not me sweetie. I’m not sleeping with them for you.” he says, patronising. Pfft. Typical man.
I sent Dylan a text, saying we were good to go, and asked him if he wanted to go to my place or his. We decided to go to mine so that he could go home to make himself presentable before coming over. So, I return and let the babysitter go home before sitting around for a while. I cook up a bottle for the toddlers, and get on with teaching Parker to talk for a while. Or I try to. The cats seem to want to join in the lesson, and keep meowing along to us talking. Parker, of course keeps getting distracted by them, so eventually I give in and feed them.Screenshot-26With the day’s lessons over, I decide to make lunch for Dylan and I before he arrives, it is only common courtesy after all. So I spend fifteen minutes preparing some lobster and then stick it in the oven.
I have around ten minutes left until he is set to arrive, so I put all the toddlers down for a nap. I can hardly believe that it is only twelve o’clock, I sure am being productive today.
He arrives and we eat a meal at the dinner table, like civilised humans. Then, in a sudden burst of boldness on his part dinner is forgotten and we make out way to baby making. Like the rabbits we are. I know on the first try that I’m not pregnant, so we repeat the process and then I’m sure I am.

As he leaves, he takes my hands in his and says, “Thank you for the wonderful afternoon. Could I… see you again some time?” I sigh, and let go of his hand.
“No. Not by any fault on your half; I’m already with someone, Dylan. You are a lovely man, and someone out there will love you. Heck, without my… I’d love to be friends though. Text me some time and we can meet up. And if you like me that much, I think I’ve got a few kiddos who are pretty similar to me you might like.”  he nods okay and leaves, looking a bit dejected. As he gets into his car and turns around I shoot him a quick ‘call-me ‘ sign and he giggles.
After he leaves I get on with a few tasks I’ve been putting off. Cleaning out the dryer lint, upgrading the washing machine and teaching the toddlers their skills. Some things are… easier than others.
The machinery gives me to trouble, but Beckett refuses to learn anything, and Annie isn’t the best at walking. Parker was half way to learning to talk, so I start with her; finishing that off, and then moving on to walking and the dreaded potty.
I've finished teaching Parker and Annie by the time Fenrir and Baldur get home. I chat with Fen for a while, before he goes and does his homework. Baldur has none, which is a nice change so instead he goes and invents in the workshop barn. 
It has been a long time since any of my children were inventors, I think he may even be the first. Either way, I love seeing all the gadgets and gizmos he manages to whip up. My favourite is the one he made just that evening. He created a harvesting machine, which made gardening much easier. That night I harvested some things from my garden and used them to make dinner. Fenrir decided to help with cooking, and I was incredibly grateful. It was an opportunity for us to bond like we never have before. So we cook together in companionable silence. 
Of course, him being who he is there is always a catch. Today, he wished to become a teenager. I accepted, and after dinner he aged up in a miniature party.
He turns out to be quite a handsome teenager, and he's sure he will get lots of friends at school. He changes his hair to be quite SOMETHING I FORGOT and most days wears a Plants vs Zombies T-shirt (SPONSOR! as the YouTube vloggers say. :P) 
That night, in bed I am woken temporarily by the arrival of a baby bump under my pyjamas. It is not long before I am back asleep however, in another very unusual dream. 
I wake up in a house much like the one I had dreamed of owning after my challenge. It was much more unusual though, walls were patterned wrong and there was something off about the carpet under my feet. Don't ask me what, I couldn't tell you.
"Oh. There you are. How's the baby?" asks a voice from a room off the side. I look down at my stomach, there is a slight baby bump there. What is going on? A pink haired head pokes around the door, "Skye?" I'm powerless in this dream, as much as I want to slap the woman in front of me I find myself responding. "Fine. She's very active tonight. I think she's about to arrive." 
As if on queue a trickle of liquid drips between my legs and a fierce pain rips through me. "Ellie. Help." I whimper. Then I collapse. 
The rest of the night is foggy. Flashes of panic. Doctors around me. Then I'm under anesthetic. There is Paisley, in my drugged dream. She looks like she did when she was in College, and I first fell for her but her hair is still her new orange. This is certainly a dream. Or do I just not remember?"Paisley! What's going on? Where am I? Why is Ellie here?" Only now in my dream within a dream am I able to control my voice and body. 
"Oh Skye." she says, sadly. "This is... something of an alternate world. Here, I'm dead and Eloise stayed with you. It was... my tumor so long ago. They never could operate." she walks over, kisses my head and I can feel myself being roused from my dream. 
"Mrs Honette? Can you tell my who you are?" asks a doctor. "My daughter. Where's my daughter?" I scream. The doctors and all their questions ignored. Eloise bursts through the door, her hair a mess, and shoves the doctors away, a small wrapped bundle in her arms. Behind her, at a more sedate pace follows Jesse, carrying a similarly wrapped blanket. Paisley's former boyfriend and the child of my challenge I always felt closest to for it. 
"She's here Skye. We didn't name her yet." I pull the child closer to me. Jesse sits down on the other side of my bed with the other child. I take Eloise's  child and hold her close. "Bridget." I say. "Her name is Bridget."  I look down at the child in Jesse's arms. "Artemis." I say, suddenly tired. 
Then another burst of pain flickers across my chest. The beeping behind me stops. Everything goes black again. "She's gone into cardiac arrest. Something must have gone wrong." is the last thing I hear.  I wake up in bed, a horrible pain in my stomach region. The baby is coming. The final day of my pregnancy had been tough. I spent most of the day dipping in and out of sleep as the world wandered on around me.
Not long later, I welcomed into the world baby 66, Haven Everard!