Showing posts with label Generation 1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Generation 1. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Generation 1 Bloopers!
Here are some of the photos that just didn't quite make it in the story. I hope you will enjoy :)
Generation 1 Character Overview
Veronica Bloom
Aspiration: Musical Genius
Veronica is the founder of the Bloom family and the current head of household. She moved to Newcrest at a young age after her parents, siblings and dog had died in a fire at home in SimCity.
She joined the Entertainment career where she slowly moved forward as a musician. After making countless performances in her job, people started to ask for specific songs. She loved the adoration of her fans and soon began producing her own songs, which were later heard in the radio.
After a few tries in the romantic section of life, she met Mitchell Kalani.
The two of them moved in together and after years of dating, they finally married and he changed his last name to Bloom. Soon after marriage they had their son, Nicolas. A few more years later they had twin girls, Kaylin and Phoebe.
Mitchell Bloom
Aspiration: Nerd Brain
Mitchell, often called Mitch, lived a life of total relaxation. Meeting Veronica and moving in with her, made him realize that there were more to life than lounging on the couch watching television all day long. He quit his job at the diner and joined forces with the military, aspiring to be an astronaut. Though he never really got so far, he has never once regretted his life choices. He loved being a father of three and, even though he was lazy by nature, he found a love for working out down at the gym.
Nicolas Bloom
Traits: Genius, Bookworm
Bonus Traits: Mentally Gifted
Aspiration: Nerd Brain
Being a nerd in school definitely hasn't helped Nicolas with making friends. He was often bullied by the other kids and had a reputation for only caring about his books. Though he never really cared about the other students, he would sometimes become a little jealous of his sister Kaylin at how easy she had it with her fellow students. But he figured it would come in time, and just concentrated on his homework and his job as a Retail Employee.
Kaylin Bloom
Traits: Loves Outdoors, Outgoing
Bonus Traits: Socially Gifted
Aspiration: Party Animal
Kaylin loves being around her friends and family. If she is alone for too long, she quickly seeks out some company.
She has always been close to her twin sister Phoebe. Growing up together was easy as they would help each other out with anything difficult, was it homework or boy trouble. She has always been the popular girl in school, and all the kids wanted to be her friend and she loved the attention. She never grew snobby like a lot of the other popular kids were, but remained calm and on the ground. She has a great love for her family and especially her sister.
Her love for the outdoors has shown itself in the form of her taking care of her Mom's plants whenever she couldn't do it herself.
Phoebe Bloom
Traits: Romantic, Creative
Bonus Traits: Creatively gifted
Aspiration: Soulmate
As a child she started to show her creative side by playing on the violin and drawing on the creativity table, that her mother had bought for her and Kaylin's joint birthday. She enjoyed watching her mother play on her guitar and swore that one day she would be just as good at playing the violin.
She also wants to be good at painting. For her thirteenth birthday, her Mom bought her an easel, and she loves painting on it, whether it is animals or just stick figures. But she knows that someday she will be good.
You can read in the next chapter who i have chosen for Generation 2 Heir :)
1.8 Decisions Decisions
Phoebe's Pov
Today is Kaylin's and mine birthday! We turn 13 and start High School on Monday. I can't wait. It's going to be so awesome!
As i got out of bed i went to use the bathroom but the door was locked. "Kaylin! Get out of there, i have to use the bathroom!"
"So do I!" she said from the other side of the door.
"But you always take so long! Finish now!"
"Hold on," she said annoyed.
She always took forever in the bathroom, doing her hair. Finally she came out and i was able to go in. As i sat on the toilet doing my business, i thought about the day ahead. I couldn't believe how time had flown by. It seemed like yesterday i had gotten my first violin for my sixth birthday. Now i was going to be thirteen i could finally use a proper violin. Mom even said she would buy me an easel! This was huge. I wanted to learn to paint as well as play music. Mom was a real inspiration to me. I grew up with her playing on her guitar almost every day and i would listen for hours.
"The cake's ready!" I heard my Mom call from the kitchen. Kaylin and I hurried out there to see a chocolate cake with birthday candles on top.
"Kaylin, you go first," Mom said.
"Make a wish!" I said to her. She tapped her finger on her chin as she was thinking, then blew out the candles.
I learned in on the re-lit candles and blew them out while Kaylin cheered for me.
Then we sat down and ate our cake together.
"What did you wish for?" I asked Kaylin while we were eating.
"That's kind of childish, don't you think?" she said giving me a degrading look.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean it is childish to make a wish just because you are blowing out candles. It's not like it is going to be fulfilled just because you wished it like that."
"You don't have to be so mean," I said feeling wounded.
"I didn't say it to be mean. I said it because it is the truth." She said matter-of-factly.
"You don't know that!" I yelled running to our room. Why did she have to be so demeaning? Sometimes i didn't get how she could have all those friends. Was it just me she did it to?
"Now you are being real childish," she said as she stood in the doorway. "Are you seriously crying?" she said, almost laughing.
"No!" i said drying off a tear. "I just don't get why you have to call me childish. I haven't done anything to you."
"I didn't mean it like that and you know it."
"I'm not following you." I said confused.
"Well, if you don't understand then i'm not going to explain it to you." and she walked off leaving me even more confused and hurt.
Kaylin's Pov
It's not like I was trying to be mean to her. I just thought it was childish to think that a wish would come true just because you wished it on your birthday while blowing out some candles. I loved my sister more than anything. We were twins! We had always had that special bond that you hear about. when we were younger we even had a special language that were just ours. We would talk about anything in front of our parents and they wouldn't have a clue what we were saying.
I started to feel bad so i knocked on our bedroom door.
"Phoebe? May I come in?"
I heard sniffles from the other side of the door.
"Sure," she said and i entered. She was sitting on her bed. It was clear she had been crying. I sat next to her and said: "I'm sorry for what i said before. You're not childish. I guess i just have those teenage hormones now and they took over. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. I'm alright," she said and gave me a little but weak smile.
"Good. I was a little worried for a moment," I said smiling back at her. "Hey do you wanna come to the park with me? Some of my friends and I are meeting up in about thirty minutes."
"Yeah sure," she got up and a few minutes later we were walking together to the park, laughing once again about something stupid one of our classmates from Grade School had said last week. Things were back to normal and i was happy. And so was Phoebe it seemed.
Veronica's Pov
I was so proud of all my children. It would be hard to pick an heir. One who would lead the family to a better home, with husband and children and success. I saw success in all my three children, though only one could be named heir. It was a hard decision and i had to make it by myself.
Do you have an idea for who should be the heir of Generation 2? Leave a comment here or on the Forum!
Do you have an idea for who should be the heir of Generation 2? Leave a comment here or on the Forum!
1.7 Working Hard
Mitchell's Pov
Push! Harder, faster. I wanted to be in great shape for the upcoming test at work. I needed to be at my best! I couldn't fail once again. It was my second try and if i didn't pass this time i would be out of the game. I ran as fast and safe as i could.
My thoughts went to my family. They meant the world to me. It was
because of them, and hard work, that i had been able to reach this far
in my career. But i knew i could do better. I could always go further
and further until i was at the top!
I should really start jogging again. I hadn't done that for years. I had forgotten how nice it was with a jog in the morning air. I'll start tomorrow, I thought to myself. I needed to push myself in order to achieve what i wanted. Full control and bodily stability. I had never lost all the weight that i wanted, even though i had come far. I knew i was secretly lazy, but i didn't want my wife to know that. If i could i would lay down on the couch watching television all day long. But i knew there were more to life than that. I wanted to achieve something while i still lived. I wanted my life to mean something. My birthday was nearing and i was about to become an elderly gentleman. Well, i hoped people saw me as a gentleman. My wife sure tells me i'm gentle to her. I laughed silently at my joke. It was rather bad. Basically my humor was horrible. Nobody gets it when i start firing jokes, so i've learned to stay quiet when i feel one coming.
When i had been on the treadmill for a couple of hours non-stop, i slowed down more and more until i stopped completely. I dried off the sweat from my body with a towel i had brought with me. While walking to the dressing room to shower, i said hello to various people who, like myself, were regulars at the gym. I quickly showered, got dressed and went home.
At home Nic was doing homework in the kitchen. He really strove towards being the perfect student, making all his extra homework as well. He was getting top grades for a reason. He wanted nothing less than perfection.
While being extremely proud of him, i was getting a bit worried that he might be giving up a social life to go for a career instead. I wanted the best for him and i knew that if he didn't have a social life, he would end up alone and elderly without someone who cares for him. And that scared me more than anything else. Except maybe total destruction of the world, but that's another issue.
Veronica's Pov
I let my fingers caress the piano keys as i sat in the bar late at night.
"Do you need anything?" the bartender asked me.
"No thanks, i'm good," i answered. I guess i wasn't the best customer. I usually didn't order anything. I just took advantage of their piano.
I still wasn't good enough to get a promotion. Everything else was good except for my piano skills. I was the best in town to play guitar. When ever i was at the park playing for tips, everyone would come watch, demanding specific songs for me to perform. I cut teeth as i made another mistake. I was too much a perfectionist to just continue. I had to start all over. This happened every time i made a mistake, which still was pretty often. I had yet to finish an entire song.
For some reason the older i got, the harder it was for me to learn new skills. It was difficult for me to learn to play the piano. More difficult than when i had learned to play guitar.
"Sounds good," the bartender called out to me over the music.
"Thanks!" I called back. "Though i'm still glad no one is around at the moment. I'm too insecure about my skills to be heard by anyone else than you."
"You flatter me," he said giving me a sarcastic smile.
All three of my children sat around at the dining table doing their homework. They were always so good at helping each other out.
"Oh right," Phoebe said. "Then what's 15 + 30?"
"45. Did you really not know that?" Nicolas said, quite rudely.
"You know i'm no good with large numbers, Nic." Phoebe said, sticking out her tongue at him.
"Those aren't large numbers. I'm going to be in High School soon and you won't believe the numbers we're going to be calculating there."
"Oh no. I hope i will never go to High School!"
"Of course you will go, silly. Don't worry, we'll be much better at math at that point. It's years away. We've got plenty of time to practice," Kaylin said reassuringly. "I for one can't wait to get to High School. It's going to be awesome!"
I smiled to myself at i listened to their conversation. My children were growing up so fast. Too fast, in fact, i thought, as it would not only be his birthday but also mine and Mitchell's. We were growing into elderhood and nothing could stop it. I sighed. I hadn't exactly reached my goals yet. But there were still time. This just meant i couldn't retire just yet.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Mitchell! Happy birthday to you!" We sang as Mitch blew out his candles.
After Mitch it was my turn to blow out the candles.
The girls hadn't seemed very interested in celebrating us. They had just stayed in their rooms playing together.
I would often take Phoebe with me down to the bar when i needed to practice on their piano. There she would play on her little violin. She was getting pretty good at it too. I was so proud of her.
Nicolas' Pov
I worked hard on my homework every day, but it just wasn't good enough.
I wanted to be the best! The best in school, the best at my work as a Retail Employee and the best at home. I had taken a job since money was tight. It was to help out Mom and Dad with the bills so they didn't have to work so hard every day, though they did anyway.
I had Math, English and Literature, Chemistry and Biology homework. Essays to write, though since i didn't have a computer, books were piled up at my desk in school. I worked twice as hard as anyone in class and it payed off. Just six months after my first day at High School, i had earned my first A! Mom and Dad said they were proud of me. They even bought me a new bed to show it. I was so thankful for everything they gave me. It just made me want to work even harder. What do i do for fun? I read books. Books on literature, about history and chemistry so i can be better in school. The other kids mocked me for being a nerd, for being a straight A student. They thought it was funny to write my name on the bathroom walls with "Nerd" and "Ugly" and "Loser" next to it. Nobody wanted to be my friend because they feared they would be bullied as well. I was an outcast. An alien to the others. Nobody understood me. Not that they even tried. They just saw me as weak and pathetic. But honestly i didn't really care. I had my books and my work. That was all i cared about.
I had always lived in poverty. We didn't have a television or a couch, our beds were cheap, you could literally feel the springs through the mattress, our bathroom was old. Mom had said that it was the same she had bought when she first arrived in town many years ago. Our kitchen was definitely nothing to write home about. The refrigerator was cheap and it didn't cool properly. The stove, well actually everything in our house was cheap. So, this is why i worked so hard in school. I wanted to be able to have a great job when i got to adulthood. I wanted a nice salary so i could have nice things. I wouldn't say i was materialistic, but when you have lived like this your whole life it is naturally to want more and better things. At least I thought so.
I had always lived in poverty. We didn't have a television or a couch, our beds were cheap, you could literally feel the springs through the mattress, our bathroom was old. Mom had said that it was the same she had bought when she first arrived in town many years ago. Our kitchen was definitely nothing to write home about. The refrigerator was cheap and it didn't cool properly. The stove, well actually everything in our house was cheap. So, this is why i worked so hard in school. I wanted to be able to have a great job when i got to adulthood. I wanted a nice salary so i could have nice things. I wouldn't say i was materialistic, but when you have lived like this your whole life it is naturally to want more and better things. At least I thought so.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
1.6 Be Careful
"Kaylin and Phoebe Bloom?" the secretary called out in the room.
"That's us. Come on girls." We were at the doctors office after the girls had been sick for days.
"So, what can i do for you," the doctor spoke to the girls, giving them a warm smile.
"We're sick," Kaylin said in a small voice, while Phoebe gave a little cough.
"I see. And how do you feel? Any nausea? Have you thrown up?"
"Phoebe has, but i haven't," Kaylin said proudly.
Suddenly Phoebe threw up in front of her.
"Oh dear," the doctor said. "Ginny, can you get in here? We have a kid who just threw up." He said on the call system. "Now, someone is coming to clean that up, so don't worry about it."
I mouthed a thank you to him and he winked at me over the girls heads. Then he turned his attention tot he girls again.
"Who can tell me where it hurts right now?"
The girls pointed to the places that hurt on them.
"Good good. You're a pair of very nice girls. You must be the most behaved children i've seen in here in a long time. You both get a lollipop for that." He handed them both a round red lollipop.
It took about fifteen minutes longer, where the nurse also cleaned up the vomit.
When we got home i gave the girls their medicine that we had gotten from the doctor, and put them to bed with a book. They both liked to read, especially fairy tales. Harry Potter was always a success with them.
As soon as the girls had grown up into kids, we had bought them new stuff for their bedroom.
It was divided in colors to best match their personalities.
Kaylin's side of the bedroom was yellow/orange and Phoebe's side was purple.
Phoebe was very creative and she loved music and painting. We had bought her a child sized violin so she could practice, which she did often.
Kaylin on the other hand was the more social of them. She loved, just like her father, to have people around her at all times. Though one person she really did not care for was Nicolas' best friend Rashad. They just couldn't seem to see eye to eye with one another.
Mitchell loved to be with his daughters. His little princesses, as he called them. He adored their different personalities and saw great potential in both of them.
He would tell them stories over breakfast and they would listen with great interest.
One day Jonah Parker came home with Kaylin after school. They hung out together and had a great time, until she got very tired and wanted to catch some sleep before dinner.
"Do you mind if i play around with your chemistry set?" Jonah asked Nicolas later that night.
"Go ahead. I've got homework to do anyway."
"Cool thanks!" and he hurried to Nic's bedroom to try it out.
Not long after, Nic started to smell smoke. Then he heard a cry from his bedroom. "Mom!" he called as he saw smoke coming out from under the door.
I ran into the kitchen where Nic pointed to the door. I opened it and flames stood out in front of me. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and started to extinguish the flames.
"When i have cleared the doorway, you just run outside!" I said to Jonah as calm as i could under the circumstances.
I felt the burnt air in my lungs. It was too hot in here, though i couldn't risk opening the windows.
"Mom! It's in the kitchen as well!" I heard Nic yell, just as i had finished in the bedroom. I ran to the kitchen and extinguished the flames there. When i were done, i heard Nic yelled at Jonah.
"I can't believe you did that! You prick! You could have burned down the house!" Nic was furious.
"It's not like i did it on purpose," Jonah defended himself. "It was an accident!"
"I don't care! What if we had all died in the flames? Would you then still excuse your self with that?!"
"Well, yes."
"Grrr.. Argh!" He yelled as he jumped Jonah, punching every inch of his body.
I couldn't help cheer a bit for Nic. I knew it was wrong to fight, but i really thought that that boy deserved it.
And Nic did come out victorious!!
"You are not welcome here anymore. Leave!" He said, pointing at the door.
Jonah left and we didn't see him at our house again. In school he was now shunned by most of the kids after they had heard what he had done. They didn't want him to burn down their house either.
A few days after the fire, i reckoned we needed something to take our minds off it. So i invited all our friends over to have a party. I played the guitar while everyone danced and talked with each other.
"What a great party," Bella Goth told me, when some of the guests had left and only a couple were left.
"Thanks. I thought it was time to have a party. Especially after the fire. It's always great to get together and celebrate all the good instead of focusing on the bad stuff."
"You're so right. I want to celebrate Mortimer's and mine 30th anniversary yesterday. I wish he would take me out to dinner, but he said it would cost too much. He can be so stingy sometimes!"
"That's when you have to focus on the good things in him. What's he like? He must have some good sides since you've stuck with each other for so long."
"Well, he's loving, sweet, generous with love, and just between you and me," she leaned in to whisper so the children wouldn't hear, "he's a great lover! I've never before him experienced anything that is nearly as good as him."
"Ooh that's nice." I said and we kept on talking about our wonderful men.
"That's us. Come on girls." We were at the doctors office after the girls had been sick for days.
"So, what can i do for you," the doctor spoke to the girls, giving them a warm smile.
"We're sick," Kaylin said in a small voice, while Phoebe gave a little cough.
"I see. And how do you feel? Any nausea? Have you thrown up?"
"Phoebe has, but i haven't," Kaylin said proudly.
Suddenly Phoebe threw up in front of her.
"Oh dear," the doctor said. "Ginny, can you get in here? We have a kid who just threw up." He said on the call system. "Now, someone is coming to clean that up, so don't worry about it."
I mouthed a thank you to him and he winked at me over the girls heads. Then he turned his attention tot he girls again.
"Who can tell me where it hurts right now?"
The girls pointed to the places that hurt on them.
"Good good. You're a pair of very nice girls. You must be the most behaved children i've seen in here in a long time. You both get a lollipop for that." He handed them both a round red lollipop.
It took about fifteen minutes longer, where the nurse also cleaned up the vomit.
When we got home i gave the girls their medicine that we had gotten from the doctor, and put them to bed with a book. They both liked to read, especially fairy tales. Harry Potter was always a success with them.
As soon as the girls had grown up into kids, we had bought them new stuff for their bedroom.
It was divided in colors to best match their personalities.
Kaylin's side of the bedroom was yellow/orange and Phoebe's side was purple.
Kaylin on the other hand was the more social of them. She loved, just like her father, to have people around her at all times. Though one person she really did not care for was Nicolas' best friend Rashad. They just couldn't seem to see eye to eye with one another.
Mitchell loved to be with his daughters. His little princesses, as he called them. He adored their different personalities and saw great potential in both of them.
He would tell them stories over breakfast and they would listen with great interest.
"Do you mind if i play around with your chemistry set?" Jonah asked Nicolas later that night.
"Go ahead. I've got homework to do anyway."
"Cool thanks!" and he hurried to Nic's bedroom to try it out.
Not long after, Nic started to smell smoke. Then he heard a cry from his bedroom. "Mom!" he called as he saw smoke coming out from under the door.
I ran into the kitchen where Nic pointed to the door. I opened it and flames stood out in front of me. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and started to extinguish the flames.
"When i have cleared the doorway, you just run outside!" I said to Jonah as calm as i could under the circumstances.
"Mom! It's in the kitchen as well!" I heard Nic yell, just as i had finished in the bedroom. I ran to the kitchen and extinguished the flames there. When i were done, i heard Nic yelled at Jonah.
"I can't believe you did that! You prick! You could have burned down the house!" Nic was furious.
"I don't care! What if we had all died in the flames? Would you then still excuse your self with that?!"
"Well, yes."
"Grrr.. Argh!" He yelled as he jumped Jonah, punching every inch of his body.
And Nic did come out victorious!!
Jonah left and we didn't see him at our house again. In school he was now shunned by most of the kids after they had heard what he had done. They didn't want him to burn down their house either.
A few days after the fire, i reckoned we needed something to take our minds off it. So i invited all our friends over to have a party. I played the guitar while everyone danced and talked with each other.
"Thanks. I thought it was time to have a party. Especially after the fire. It's always great to get together and celebrate all the good instead of focusing on the bad stuff."
"You're so right. I want to celebrate Mortimer's and mine 30th anniversary yesterday. I wish he would take me out to dinner, but he said it would cost too much. He can be so stingy sometimes!"
"That's when you have to focus on the good things in him. What's he like? He must have some good sides since you've stuck with each other for so long."
"Well, he's loving, sweet, generous with love, and just between you and me," she leaned in to whisper so the children wouldn't hear, "he's a great lover! I've never before him experienced anything that is nearly as good as him."
"Ooh that's nice." I said and we kept on talking about our wonderful men.
1.5 Twice The Surprise
"I can't make it to the hospital!" I screamed at Mitch, as i was in more pain than i had ever been in my life. This was definitely much worse than with Nic. At least he was in school right now.
"So you're just going to give birth here?!" He looked horrified.
"I don't have a god damn CHOICE!" I screamed in pain. "They are coming NOW!"
I laid on the floor with my pants off, screaming while Mitch stood looking scared.
In an hour it was all over and i had given birth to not just one, but two beautiful little girls. Phoebe and Kaylin were the most wonderful little bundles of joy you could ever imagine.
We had only bought one bassinet, but the same day as i gave birth, Mitch had run to the store to buy one more.
Now they were both in the one bedroom we had build. We desperately needed more room. I feared that when they grew up they would want their own bedrooms.
Nic loved to play with his sisters, even though they were too little to leave the bassinets.
Every day after school he would check on them to see if they were alright and if they needed anything. Sometimes he would be allowed to bottle feed them.
He was steadily gaining friends at school. One boy in particular made an impression on him. Rashad Jacques was around his own age and they would often hang out at our house, playing games or just talking about what happened at school.
"Did you see her face when he farted?" Nic laughed hard. "It was so funny!"
"I know!" Rashad said. "Why was she embarrassed when it wasn't her doing it, though?"
"Don't you know? They're brother and sister."
"They are?" Rashad made big eyes. "I had no idea."
"Duh! They share the same last name."
"Rashad, are you staying for dinner?" I asked, walking into the kitchen from outside. I had been tending to my garden. I really needed to get a hold on some more plants.
"No, i have to get home soon. My Mom said specifically that i had to be home at eight o'clock tonight as it is my sister's birthday. We're having chocolate cake," he winked at Nic.
"That's nice," I said. "I'll start making dinner in a minute. Nic would you please go wash your hands?"
"Sure Mom," he said, walking to the bathroom.
That night it was quiet at the dinner table. For once the twins didn't cry their head off while we were eating.
"So how was school today son?" Mitch asked.
"Fine," he said while shoveling food into his mouth.
"Don't eat like that," I said disapprovingly. "And give your father a better answer."
"Sorry Mom."
"What did you do in school?" Mitch asked.
"Nothing much. We colored some pictures and read in books. Oh," his eyes lightened up. "Michaela's brother farted and she got so embarrassed she had to excuse herself. She was later heard crying to her best friend that her brother was so disgusting that from now on she would never again acknowledge that they are siblings." He looked eagerly at both of us.
"Ehm,.. okay." Mitch couldn't find anything else to say.
"That's not very nice of her," I said to him. "You should let her know that it is wrong to judge people because they farted."
"It's not my responsibility to say to people what they can or cannot do," he retorted.
"He's right dear," Mitch said to me. "It's their own problem. The parents should take action, not Nic."
"Hmph." What else could i really say? I guess they were right, but it just seemed wrong to me. We all had to take our part in making the community a nice place to live in.
My thoughts on the matter were quickly getting out of hand. I suddenly had turned my son's little funny remarks into an adult issue that could affect the whole community. I needed to do something else than walking around at home all the time with nothing but the twins and my thoughts as company.
"I want to go back to work," I said to Mitch one night while we were relaxing in bed together. He was reading a new book that had just been released yesterday.
"You should dear," he said looking at me. "It would do you good. We can sign the twins up for daycare."
"Daycare. Yeah that sounds like a good idea. It would be good for them to get out between other little children."
"You're right. I'll call my boss tomorrow and let her know that i'm coming back."
I slept really good that night. Better than i had slept ever since the twins were born.
Ahh. Finally back to work, i thought as i stepped inside the door after a good day practicing for my next show. But the audience was starting to demand that i play my own songs. I had to get to work on some songs then. I hadn't tried to write in years, but now it was time to give it another try. As Mitch took care of the twins together with Nicolas, i started strumming on my guitar, playing with various cords.
In just a week's time i had written my first song. It was a relaxed rhythm i named "A Summer's Wind". Everyone loved it. It was a great hit and i ended up recording it with a studio. Weeks later it was still being played in the radio. Things were starting to look up. Mitch was given another promotion. This time to Command Center Lead. He had been transferred to the "Space Department", where they were specializing in space and spaceships.
He was now set to work out instead of playing chess. It was all a part of making him ready for traveling in space. I had started to really dislike his career choice. It sounded dangerous and life threatening. What if something happened to him? I would be left alone to raise three children! He said i was worrying for no reason. It was safe these days to fly into space. Everything was under control the entire time. So far no one had gotten killed during space traveling and he was sure he wouldn't be the first to die from it.
My mind though, it had thoughts and pictures of him dying a horrible death.
The way i handled the bad thoughts was that i threw myself more into my work. Writing more songs, and licensing them through a record company. To really work on my tunes and write music was a great way for me to relieve myself from stress.
"Thank you! Thank you!" I called out to the audience. It had been another great performance. They loved me and my songs. I was still just a warm up for the big names, but at least people listened and loved watching me perform.
"You were great out there," my agent told me as i got off the stage. He was a middle aged man with grey tones in his hair and a huge beard with mustache. A little on the chubby side. It wasn't difficult to imagine him having a loving wife at home to make him dinner every night. "We demand and you deliver. Amazing!" He puffed on his cigar and then said: "You could totally make a lot of money by performing for tips in the park. Have you ever considered that? Perform at parties and people will throw their money at you." He said in a hoarse voice. I stood a little back when he coughed hard and long. "Sorry about that." Cough cough. "As i was saying, throw a couple parties and play your new songs. I'm certain you can make some big money from that. Excuse me." He coughed again while walking away. "Hey Jones!" I heard him call out to someone.
It was going to be the twins birthday soon. After that i could throw parties and play my music.
"So you're just going to give birth here?!" He looked horrified.
"I don't have a god damn CHOICE!" I screamed in pain. "They are coming NOW!"
I laid on the floor with my pants off, screaming while Mitch stood looking scared.
In an hour it was all over and i had given birth to not just one, but two beautiful little girls. Phoebe and Kaylin were the most wonderful little bundles of joy you could ever imagine.
Now they were both in the one bedroom we had build. We desperately needed more room. I feared that when they grew up they would want their own bedrooms.
Nic loved to play with his sisters, even though they were too little to leave the bassinets.
He was steadily gaining friends at school. One boy in particular made an impression on him. Rashad Jacques was around his own age and they would often hang out at our house, playing games or just talking about what happened at school.
"I know!" Rashad said. "Why was she embarrassed when it wasn't her doing it, though?"
"Don't you know? They're brother and sister."
"They are?" Rashad made big eyes. "I had no idea."
"Duh! They share the same last name."
"Rashad, are you staying for dinner?" I asked, walking into the kitchen from outside. I had been tending to my garden. I really needed to get a hold on some more plants.
"No, i have to get home soon. My Mom said specifically that i had to be home at eight o'clock tonight as it is my sister's birthday. We're having chocolate cake," he winked at Nic.
"That's nice," I said. "I'll start making dinner in a minute. Nic would you please go wash your hands?"
"Sure Mom," he said, walking to the bathroom.
That night it was quiet at the dinner table. For once the twins didn't cry their head off while we were eating.
"So how was school today son?" Mitch asked.
"Fine," he said while shoveling food into his mouth.
"Don't eat like that," I said disapprovingly. "And give your father a better answer."
"Sorry Mom."
"What did you do in school?" Mitch asked.
"Nothing much. We colored some pictures and read in books. Oh," his eyes lightened up. "Michaela's brother farted and she got so embarrassed she had to excuse herself. She was later heard crying to her best friend that her brother was so disgusting that from now on she would never again acknowledge that they are siblings." He looked eagerly at both of us.
"Ehm,.. okay." Mitch couldn't find anything else to say.
"That's not very nice of her," I said to him. "You should let her know that it is wrong to judge people because they farted."
"It's not my responsibility to say to people what they can or cannot do," he retorted.
"He's right dear," Mitch said to me. "It's their own problem. The parents should take action, not Nic."
"Hmph." What else could i really say? I guess they were right, but it just seemed wrong to me. We all had to take our part in making the community a nice place to live in.
My thoughts on the matter were quickly getting out of hand. I suddenly had turned my son's little funny remarks into an adult issue that could affect the whole community. I needed to do something else than walking around at home all the time with nothing but the twins and my thoughts as company.
"I want to go back to work," I said to Mitch one night while we were relaxing in bed together. He was reading a new book that had just been released yesterday.
"You should dear," he said looking at me. "It would do you good. We can sign the twins up for daycare."
"Daycare. Yeah that sounds like a good idea. It would be good for them to get out between other little children."
"You're right. I'll call my boss tomorrow and let her know that i'm coming back."
I slept really good that night. Better than i had slept ever since the twins were born.
Ahh. Finally back to work, i thought as i stepped inside the door after a good day practicing for my next show. But the audience was starting to demand that i play my own songs. I had to get to work on some songs then. I hadn't tried to write in years, but now it was time to give it another try. As Mitch took care of the twins together with Nicolas, i started strumming on my guitar, playing with various cords.
In just a week's time i had written my first song. It was a relaxed rhythm i named "A Summer's Wind". Everyone loved it. It was a great hit and i ended up recording it with a studio. Weeks later it was still being played in the radio. Things were starting to look up. Mitch was given another promotion. This time to Command Center Lead. He had been transferred to the "Space Department", where they were specializing in space and spaceships.
He was now set to work out instead of playing chess. It was all a part of making him ready for traveling in space. I had started to really dislike his career choice. It sounded dangerous and life threatening. What if something happened to him? I would be left alone to raise three children! He said i was worrying for no reason. It was safe these days to fly into space. Everything was under control the entire time. So far no one had gotten killed during space traveling and he was sure he wouldn't be the first to die from it.
My mind though, it had thoughts and pictures of him dying a horrible death.
The way i handled the bad thoughts was that i threw myself more into my work. Writing more songs, and licensing them through a record company. To really work on my tunes and write music was a great way for me to relieve myself from stress.
"Thank you! Thank you!" I called out to the audience. It had been another great performance. They loved me and my songs. I was still just a warm up for the big names, but at least people listened and loved watching me perform.
"You were great out there," my agent told me as i got off the stage. He was a middle aged man with grey tones in his hair and a huge beard with mustache. A little on the chubby side. It wasn't difficult to imagine him having a loving wife at home to make him dinner every night. "We demand and you deliver. Amazing!" He puffed on his cigar and then said: "You could totally make a lot of money by performing for tips in the park. Have you ever considered that? Perform at parties and people will throw their money at you." He said in a hoarse voice. I stood a little back when he coughed hard and long. "Sorry about that." Cough cough. "As i was saying, throw a couple parties and play your new songs. I'm certain you can make some big money from that. Excuse me." He coughed again while walking away. "Hey Jones!" I heard him call out to someone.
It was going to be the twins birthday soon. After that i could throw parties and play my music.
1.4 One More Time
"Oh god!" i said, covering my mouth with my hand. I ran to the only bathroom we had and threw up.
Gasping for breath, i stood up, flushing the toilet. A few minutes and a test later, i found out i was pregnant again.
"Mitch?" He was sitting at the dining table reading a book his boss had ordered him to read. "You're never gonna guess this." He looked up at me with a quizzical look on his face. "I'm pregnant," I squealed.
"You are?" his eyes widened and a happy grin came across his face. "That's amazing news!"
"We need to expand the house though." A worried look on my face made him lower his enthusiasm.
"I'll get to work immediately," he said, leaving to go to the DIY store.
"Nic, can you come out here?" I called for my six year old son.
"Sure Mom." He came out and looked at me curiously.
"I have news for you. You're going to be a big brother."
A smile spread across his face. "Really? Woohoo!" He jumped around with his arms in the air.
I smiled widely at his enthusiasm.
"Is it a brother or sister?" he asked when he had calmed down a bit.
"Well, it is too early to tell, but we also want it to be a surprise."
"No, you have to find out! I want to know, Mom." he said demanding.
"Honey you just have to be patient. We will know soon enough."
Nicolas loved messing around with his new chemistry set. Experimenting was a huge passion of his.
He also liked to play chess with his father. Mitch would teach him the basics of the game and Nic was already very good at it, though he couldn't beat his Dad.
Meanwhile, Mitch had fallen ill. We didn't know what was wrong, but he insisted he didn't need a doctor. That it would go away with time.
He would lie in bed for hours, coughing until his head hurt. Finally i managed to convince him to go see the doctor.
"I don't need this," he said annoyed while we waited in the waiting room.
"Yes you do!" I said determined. "I'm getting sick of you whining at home."
"Mitchell Bloom?" The secretary called out in the room.
"That's us!" I said aloud. "Come on Mitch."
We walked through the hall to the doctors office.
"What are your symptoms Mr. Bloom?"
"Well, i'm coughing a lot and sneezing, both gives me a headache. And i have these spots on my skin."
The doctor examined Mitch with some of his equipment and then said: "Yes.. hmm... yes, i see. Well Mr. Bloom it is quite clear what's wrong. You have the Llama Flu. It's easy to treat. I'll just give you an injection and some medicine to take when you get home, and in a few days you will be as good as new."
"Wow thank you doctor. That's a relief." He looked at me, then looked at the doctor again. "So when can i go back to work?"
"Just give it a couple of days. Then you'll be as good as new."
Mitch sat up on the patient bed and was given a vaccination shot. "Ouch!"
"Yes it does hurt a little," the doctor mumbled.
"Here is your medicine. Be sure to take it as soon as you get home."
"I will, thank you doctor."
We drove home in a taxi, while Mitchell read the inscription on the medicine bottle. "Can you believe i have to drink this whole bottle in one go? It's huge!"
"Well you could just have went to the doctor earlier like i said." I was a bit annoyed with him. I had told him several times he should see the doctor, but had he listened? No, of course not. Men doesn't need doctors, he had said. Well i showed him wrong.
When we got home he was still quizzical about how he would be able to drink it all.
"Just do it," I said. "Then it will be over and you can rest."
He opened the bottle and drained it down his throat. "Gross" he said afterwards, messing up his facial expression.
"Well, at least it is over now." I said turning to the refrigerator. "I'm gonna start making lunch. Do you want any?"
"Sure," he said, sounding pretty sour.
Life moved quickly by for our little family. Soon Mitch got a promotion to Technician. He was now payed 54 sim. per hour at work. It definitely helped our growing family a lot that he was earning more and more money. We had build a small room for the baby next to the none-existing living room. We still hadn't bought a television or anything. All the entertainment we had was the chess table and my guitar. I still made it down to the bar sometimes to practice piano, but mostly i was at home or at work.
"Time is really flying by quickly, huh," Mitch said one morning while we were eating breakfast all three of us together.
"What do you mean Dad?" Nic asked with his mouth full of scrambled eggs.
"Well, it feels like it was just yesterday you were an infant, just born at the hospital." Mitch said thinking back.
"I'm seven now!" Nic exclaimed.
"Yes you are," I said, giving my first born child a warm smile.
"And soon there will be another little child here." Mitch stroked my protruding belly.
This pregnancy had been worse than the previous. I'd had morning sickness, throwing up almost daily the first two months. Now that i was in my fourth month i was very sensitive to the smallest things.
Tears appeared in my eyes as i thought about how i was going to have another little child in just five months.
"I'm sorry," Mitch said pulling away his hand with a scared expression on his face. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"No, no," I said swiping away the tears. "You didn't upset me. I was just thinking about our baby." More tears appeared, running down my cheeks. Why was it i had to cry about almost anything? It was so annoying! I couldn't even be out in public seeing kids play without starting to cry. It was embarrassing. Men and women would walk up to me asking if i was alright. They seemed to understand when i told them it was just hormones from the pregnancy. They all had a look of pity on their faces when they said they understood. At least they knew to walk away again was decent, and let me cry by myself on the bench, watching kids play around on the jungle gym.
I hoped it would be a girl. Then i would have both a boy and a girl and i would be fulfilled. I really wanted a little princess I could dress up in pretty little dresses and have her little friends come over for home baked cookies and playtime.
"Phew that was a close one," I said as i set down the extinguisher. "What exactly did you do when it burst out in flames?"
"Nothing! I just mixed a couple of things together and then sparks started to fly." I could tell he was close to tears. I held him in a close hug and lowered myself to his level. "It's okay. This can happen if you are careless. But you have to be more careful from now on, okay? If you are unsure of anything, don't hesitate to ask either me or your mother." Veronica stood beside me and nodded.
"We just want you to be safe," she said in a warm voice.
"Okay," Nic said and hung his head low.
"Come on, i'll make us some dinner." Veronica walked out of the room and to the kitchen. We both followed her as we talked about what had just happened.
After i had cleaned the floor that night, and promised to buy him a new chemistry set, I was lying in bed with Veronica in my arms.
"You're getting so big V. I can't believe my child is actually inside you right now." I lowered myself to kiss her swollen belly.
"I know. I'm so excited," she said. "We're about to be parents for the second time in our lives. That's huge!"
"It truly is." I kissed her eyelids and we both fell to sleep soon after.
"Mitch?" He was sitting at the dining table reading a book his boss had ordered him to read. "You're never gonna guess this." He looked up at me with a quizzical look on his face. "I'm pregnant," I squealed.
"You are?" his eyes widened and a happy grin came across his face. "That's amazing news!"
"I'll get to work immediately," he said, leaving to go to the DIY store.
"Nic, can you come out here?" I called for my six year old son.
"Sure Mom." He came out and looked at me curiously.
"I have news for you. You're going to be a big brother."
A smile spread across his face. "Really? Woohoo!" He jumped around with his arms in the air.
I smiled widely at his enthusiasm.
"Is it a brother or sister?" he asked when he had calmed down a bit.
"Well, it is too early to tell, but we also want it to be a surprise."
"No, you have to find out! I want to know, Mom." he said demanding.
"Honey you just have to be patient. We will know soon enough."
Nicolas loved messing around with his new chemistry set. Experimenting was a huge passion of his.
He would lie in bed for hours, coughing until his head hurt. Finally i managed to convince him to go see the doctor.
"I don't need this," he said annoyed while we waited in the waiting room.
"Yes you do!" I said determined. "I'm getting sick of you whining at home."
"Mitchell Bloom?" The secretary called out in the room.
"That's us!" I said aloud. "Come on Mitch."
We walked through the hall to the doctors office.
"What are your symptoms Mr. Bloom?"
"Well, i'm coughing a lot and sneezing, both gives me a headache. And i have these spots on my skin."
The doctor examined Mitch with some of his equipment and then said: "Yes.. hmm... yes, i see. Well Mr. Bloom it is quite clear what's wrong. You have the Llama Flu. It's easy to treat. I'll just give you an injection and some medicine to take when you get home, and in a few days you will be as good as new."
"Wow thank you doctor. That's a relief." He looked at me, then looked at the doctor again. "So when can i go back to work?"
"Just give it a couple of days. Then you'll be as good as new."
Mitch sat up on the patient bed and was given a vaccination shot. "Ouch!"
"Yes it does hurt a little," the doctor mumbled.
"Here is your medicine. Be sure to take it as soon as you get home."
"I will, thank you doctor."
We drove home in a taxi, while Mitchell read the inscription on the medicine bottle. "Can you believe i have to drink this whole bottle in one go? It's huge!"
"Well you could just have went to the doctor earlier like i said." I was a bit annoyed with him. I had told him several times he should see the doctor, but had he listened? No, of course not. Men doesn't need doctors, he had said. Well i showed him wrong.
When we got home he was still quizzical about how he would be able to drink it all.
"Just do it," I said. "Then it will be over and you can rest."
He opened the bottle and drained it down his throat. "Gross" he said afterwards, messing up his facial expression.
"Well, at least it is over now." I said turning to the refrigerator. "I'm gonna start making lunch. Do you want any?"
"Sure," he said, sounding pretty sour.
Life moved quickly by for our little family. Soon Mitch got a promotion to Technician. He was now payed 54 sim. per hour at work. It definitely helped our growing family a lot that he was earning more and more money. We had build a small room for the baby next to the none-existing living room. We still hadn't bought a television or anything. All the entertainment we had was the chess table and my guitar. I still made it down to the bar sometimes to practice piano, but mostly i was at home or at work.
"Time is really flying by quickly, huh," Mitch said one morning while we were eating breakfast all three of us together.
"What do you mean Dad?" Nic asked with his mouth full of scrambled eggs.
"Well, it feels like it was just yesterday you were an infant, just born at the hospital." Mitch said thinking back.
"I'm seven now!" Nic exclaimed.
"Yes you are," I said, giving my first born child a warm smile.
"And soon there will be another little child here." Mitch stroked my protruding belly.
This pregnancy had been worse than the previous. I'd had morning sickness, throwing up almost daily the first two months. Now that i was in my fourth month i was very sensitive to the smallest things.
Tears appeared in my eyes as i thought about how i was going to have another little child in just five months.
"I'm sorry," Mitch said pulling away his hand with a scared expression on his face. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"No, no," I said swiping away the tears. "You didn't upset me. I was just thinking about our baby." More tears appeared, running down my cheeks. Why was it i had to cry about almost anything? It was so annoying! I couldn't even be out in public seeing kids play without starting to cry. It was embarrassing. Men and women would walk up to me asking if i was alright. They seemed to understand when i told them it was just hormones from the pregnancy. They all had a look of pity on their faces when they said they understood. At least they knew to walk away again was decent, and let me cry by myself on the bench, watching kids play around on the jungle gym.
I hoped it would be a girl. Then i would have both a boy and a girl and i would be fulfilled. I really wanted a little princess I could dress up in pretty little dresses and have her little friends come over for home baked cookies and playtime.
Mitchell's Pov
Besides my family, work was all i cared about. Since my promotion to Technician, work had become even more demanding. Having a pregnant wife and a seven year old kid at home didn't make my job any easier. It was now my responsibility to bring food to our table every day, since my Veronica was on maternity leave. Just one more month and we would have a new bouncing baby boy or girl. Secretly i hoped for a little princess. But i would love it no matter what gender it turned out to be.
"Dad, can i join you?" Nic asked me one day while i was practicing strategies on the chess table.
"I'm trying to work. Can't you play with your chemistry set?"
"Okay Dad," and he walked away with his head low. I felt bad having to reject his attempts to have my attention, but i had to work out this new strategy my boss had asked me to check out. Jack was very demanding. He was a nice person, but he could really push my buttons. Sometimes i had to bite my lip so i would not give a retort.
"DAD! HELP!" I heard Nic yell from his bedroom. I ran to him to find his chemistry set in flames.
Quickly i found the fire extinguisher and extinguished the flames.
"Nothing! I just mixed a couple of things together and then sparks started to fly." I could tell he was close to tears. I held him in a close hug and lowered myself to his level. "It's okay. This can happen if you are careless. But you have to be more careful from now on, okay? If you are unsure of anything, don't hesitate to ask either me or your mother." Veronica stood beside me and nodded.
"We just want you to be safe," she said in a warm voice.
"Okay," Nic said and hung his head low.
"Come on, i'll make us some dinner." Veronica walked out of the room and to the kitchen. We both followed her as we talked about what had just happened.
After i had cleaned the floor that night, and promised to buy him a new chemistry set, I was lying in bed with Veronica in my arms.
"You're getting so big V. I can't believe my child is actually inside you right now." I lowered myself to kiss her swollen belly.
"I know. I'm so excited," she said. "We're about to be parents for the second time in our lives. That's huge!"
"It truly is." I kissed her eyelids and we both fell to sleep soon after.
1.3 Pregnant
Even though i was now in my second trimester i still worked hard. I had advanced in my career and now i had been asked to choose which branch i wanted to pursue - Comedian or Musician. I, of course, chose Musician since music is my life. That meant i had to learn how to play the piano. So on my days off i spend a lot of time down at the bar playing on their piano. I was rusty in the beginning, but i must say that i soon became quite good.
A lot of the time Mitch was there to cheer me on, supporting every stroke across the piano keys. I hoped i would some day be able to afford my own piano.
"That's wonderful honey, keep going!" Mitchel cheered for me.
"Thank you sweetheart," I cried back to him, trying to talk over the music.
All in all i think i did pretty good, despite the fact that i had to take breaks every thirty minutes to go pee. Having a little baby constantly pressing on my bladder made it hard for me to stay concentrated.
"What are up to, V?" Mitch said as he came home after his morning jog.
I was sitting at the kitchen table with papers all over the place and little paper balls all around me on the floor. "I'm trying to write a song, but nothing is coming to mind that sounds good. Everything i have written so far is bull! Argh!" I let out a cry of frustration, pushing the papers away from me so they landed on the floor. I covered my head in my hands with my elbows on the table.
Mitch walked over and pulled me up to stand in front of him. He held me close in his arms as he rocked me back and forth. "Shh... there there. Everything will be okay. You'll see. You just need to practice your musical skills some more and at some point you will get inspired enough to write your own songs. And i'm sure at that point they will be great. Maybe you will even be able to sell some of them. Wouldn't that be amazing." He looked into my eyes with comfort.
"How come you always know exactly what to say?" I said as i crept into his arms once more.
"I know. It's a curse," he chuckled.
In my fifth month we went shopping for the nursery. We bought a crib and some decorations and a ceiling lamp. Mitch set it all up the next day. I wanted it to be ready for when the baby would arrive.
"I really want a chess table," Mitch said to me one night as we were enjoying our dinner. "I hate having to go down to the library every day. It all takes a lot of my time. It would be easier if we had one at home."
"We can't afford it at the moment. We spend most of our money on the nursery. Maybe we can look at it in a month or two."
We ate the rest of our food in quiet.
In my eighth month i was on maternity leave. I started playing for tips on my guitar down at the library while Mitch played chess. A group of people, some of them my friends, seemed to really enjoy it. They tipped me generously as well.
I earned a couple hundred simoleons that day. I loved having people listen to my music. It filled me with joy and appreciation of how music could affect someone. They cheered for me, they even asked me to perform specific songs! What a joy it was. I loved performing.
Then finally the time was up. On a Tuesday night my water broke as i was eating in the kitchen. Mitchell was sleeping so i woke him up. "Mitch! My water broke! We have to get to the hospital!"
He hurried up and got dressed. We called for a cab and we drove to the hospital. It was in the other part of town so we couldn't exactly just walk there.
It didn't take me long to give birth. After a couple of hours we had a new family member. A little boy we named Nicolas.
We stayed at the hospital for a couple of hours so the doctors could perform various tests on our infant boy. They confirmed that he was a very healthy little boy so we were allowed to take him home.
My pregnancy had been quite easy. I hadn't had the morning sickness that many women talk about where you throw up all day for a couple of months. I had thrown up once and that was when i found out i was pregnant.
When we came home i fed Nicolas and put him to bed. I was so tired that i went straight to bed. Mitch stayed up to play chess on the new chess table i had bought for him a couple of days prior to giving birth.
I soon found out that despite Nic being very small, his lungs were incredibly well developed. I heard his cries all the way to our bedroom, often waking me up. I pushed to Mitch until he woke up. "Mitch, it's your turn." I said sleepily.
"Okay..."
"There there Nic," he said, holding his son in his arms. Changing him was always a difficult chore for Mitch. He hated the stank from a dirty diaper. He would much rather play with him.
"Who's a good boy. Who's a good boy," he cooed. Actually that sounds more like i'm talking to a dog, he thought, frowning.
"I love you Nic." he said, rocking his son in his arms. "I hope some day you will love me too. I want to play games with you and teach you the game of chess. I want to hold you when you cry and kiss away your tears. You are so special. One day you might have a sister or brother and i hope that you will be good to each other. I love you so much," he whispered, a stray tear running down his cheek.
He put him back in his bassinet and went back to bed. A yawn slipped his mouth as he laid in bed thinking of expanding his family. He had everything he had ever wanted, but still something was missing. A daughter was just what he needed.
"That's wonderful honey, keep going!" Mitchel cheered for me.
"Thank you sweetheart," I cried back to him, trying to talk over the music.
All in all i think i did pretty good, despite the fact that i had to take breaks every thirty minutes to go pee. Having a little baby constantly pressing on my bladder made it hard for me to stay concentrated.
"What are up to, V?" Mitch said as he came home after his morning jog.
I was sitting at the kitchen table with papers all over the place and little paper balls all around me on the floor. "I'm trying to write a song, but nothing is coming to mind that sounds good. Everything i have written so far is bull! Argh!" I let out a cry of frustration, pushing the papers away from me so they landed on the floor. I covered my head in my hands with my elbows on the table.
Mitch walked over and pulled me up to stand in front of him. He held me close in his arms as he rocked me back and forth. "Shh... there there. Everything will be okay. You'll see. You just need to practice your musical skills some more and at some point you will get inspired enough to write your own songs. And i'm sure at that point they will be great. Maybe you will even be able to sell some of them. Wouldn't that be amazing." He looked into my eyes with comfort.
"How come you always know exactly what to say?" I said as i crept into his arms once more.
"I know. It's a curse," he chuckled.
In my fifth month we went shopping for the nursery. We bought a crib and some decorations and a ceiling lamp. Mitch set it all up the next day. I wanted it to be ready for when the baby would arrive.
"I really want a chess table," Mitch said to me one night as we were enjoying our dinner. "I hate having to go down to the library every day. It all takes a lot of my time. It would be easier if we had one at home."
"We can't afford it at the moment. We spend most of our money on the nursery. Maybe we can look at it in a month or two."
We ate the rest of our food in quiet.
In my eighth month i was on maternity leave. I started playing for tips on my guitar down at the library while Mitch played chess. A group of people, some of them my friends, seemed to really enjoy it. They tipped me generously as well.
Then finally the time was up. On a Tuesday night my water broke as i was eating in the kitchen. Mitchell was sleeping so i woke him up. "Mitch! My water broke! We have to get to the hospital!"
He hurried up and got dressed. We called for a cab and we drove to the hospital. It was in the other part of town so we couldn't exactly just walk there.
My pregnancy had been quite easy. I hadn't had the morning sickness that many women talk about where you throw up all day for a couple of months. I had thrown up once and that was when i found out i was pregnant.
When we came home i fed Nicolas and put him to bed. I was so tired that i went straight to bed. Mitch stayed up to play chess on the new chess table i had bought for him a couple of days prior to giving birth.
"Okay..."
"There there Nic," he said, holding his son in his arms. Changing him was always a difficult chore for Mitch. He hated the stank from a dirty diaper. He would much rather play with him.
"Who's a good boy. Who's a good boy," he cooed. Actually that sounds more like i'm talking to a dog, he thought, frowning.
"I love you Nic." he said, rocking his son in his arms. "I hope some day you will love me too. I want to play games with you and teach you the game of chess. I want to hold you when you cry and kiss away your tears. You are so special. One day you might have a sister or brother and i hope that you will be good to each other. I love you so much," he whispered, a stray tear running down his cheek.
He put him back in his bassinet and went back to bed. A yawn slipped his mouth as he laid in bed thinking of expanding his family. He had everything he had ever wanted, but still something was missing. A daughter was just what he needed.
Monday, November 16, 2015
1.2 Happy Occasions
"Do you want to have a party? I mean it's a big deal. Celebrating our joint birthdays." I said to Mitch.
"No thanks. I don't think we have a house that is worth showing off to people. Not when we are still missing floors and furniture."
"I guess you're right. Well, i'll start making a cake."
"We're having cake?"
"Of course we're having cake, silly. We might not be having a party, but a birthday demands cake!"
He walked up to me and held me close. "You're amazing, you know that? Not only have you stuck with me for so long, but now you're also gonna make me a birthday cake."
"It's nothing," I muttered shyly.
"I might have a little surprise for you later," he winked at me as he headed for the gym.
Today was our 35th birthday. The other day i had gotten a promotion and with the money from the bonus, we had bought a fridge, kitchen counter and an oven + stove.
I first went to the library to find a recipe for a chocolate cake on the internet. "Hm... No, not that one." I tapped my finger on my chin while browsing the recipes on www.simsrecipes.com. It was my favorite cooking site. It was where i had gotten all my cooking and baking recipes so far. Everyone could submit their recipe and when it was approved it would be featured on the site for anyone to print out.
Finally i found the one i had been looking for. Mss. Daisy's Chocolate Cake. I called over the librarian to have her print out the page. "No problem ma'am. I'll have it ready for you in a jiffy!"
She was always overjoyed by everything. Nothing could mess the librarian's day up, she was just way too cheerful for that.
"There you go." She said as she approached me with the recipe in hand. "So, what's the occasion?" she gave me a sweet smile.
"Well today is my boyfriend's and mine joint birthday. So i'm going to bake this cake." I folded the paper a couple times and put it in my pocket.
"Congratulations! How old are you turning? Are you having a party?"
"No. No party this time around. We're just going to celebrate quietly, just the way we like it. And we're both turning 35." I tried to give the overly happy librarian a smile, but it was a strained one. She was just too happy for my liking.
"Well, i guess it can be nice with a quiet birthday. But you deserve a party. Are you sure you won't reconsider? I can cater for you, if..."
"No no. No thank you. I have to get going now." I cut her off and left the library. It was nice to be out in the fresh, warm air, with birdsong above you and the smell of freshly cut grass.
When i arrived home Mitch still hadn't come home yet. I started putting together the ingredients and mixing them in a bowl.
"Hey honey, i'm home!" Mitch called from the door as he closed it. "Mmm it smells wonderful in here. What kind of cake are you making?"
"Hi sweety. I'm making a chocolate cake. I've even bought birthday candles. I thought i would make it a little bit special." I blushed as i turned my attention on the cake again. "I'm just gonna put it in the oven now. I'll be with you in a second."
I opened the oven and put the cake in, turning the heat on with the knobs.
Suddenly i felt his arms around me from behind. "You really smell nice today. What are you wearing?" He said as he smelled my hair.
"With Kisses - the one you gave me for my birthday last year."
"Ah yes. I like it." He kissed my neck. I turned around and kissed him on the lips. "You know, the cake has to stay in the oven for an hour. We have plenty of time." I winked at him.
"Come," he took my hand and steered me to our bedroom.
"Wow! That was amazing!" He said afterwards.
"Yes it really was." We lay half covered by the covers, half naked. "I'll be right back," I said, getting up. "Have to check on the cake," I added as he looked at me questioning.
I felt with a chopstick if it was finished, and it was. I took it out and placed it on the counter to cool off.
I walked back to the bedroom to get dressed.
"Oh... no don't get dressed."
I laughed. "I have to. I can't walk around naked all day." I silly pushed him away as he leaned in to grab hold of me.
"Yeah okay." He started to get dressed as well. "Have you seen my other sock?"
"It's by the window." I said pointing to it.
"Oh right."
"Are you ready to turn 35?" He asked me with a playful look on his face.
"I don't think it is more different than being 34," I said as i readied myself to blow out the candles.
"Make a wish!" Mitch said loudly.
As i blew them out i wished for children. I've always known i wanted kids. I just thought i would have had them by now. But considering the circumstances i knew i hadn't been able to afford it yet. Hopefully that would change soon.
"My turn!" Mitch said and i lighted the candles once more.
"What did you wish for?" I asked curiously.
"If i tell you it won't come true." He said seriously.
"Oh right."
We cut the cake and ate it together on our new chairs. We hadn't been able to afford a table yet so we just held the plates in our hands.
After we had eaten the cake slices, i took out my guitar. "I know you said you had a surprise for me, but i have one for you too. I have practiced this a lot so i hope you like it." I breathed nervously and started playing. It was a serenade i had made myself for this occasion.
"I loved it," he said afterwards. He stood up and kissed me. "Now it is time for my surprise," he said in a serious tone. "I have a feeling you will like it," he winked at me.
He lowered himself slowly down on one knee and brought out a little ring. "Veronica, you are my life, the heart of my happiness. I love you. Will you marry me?" I looked at him in shock.
"I'd love to," I said, once i had found my voice again.
"Awesome," he muttered to himself. It made me smile. "I love you Mitch. I will always love you, no matter what."
He put the ring onto my finger and we kissed.
We had been together for so long, i thought he would never ask me, so i was definitely surprised.
"As we can't afford a big party, i think it would be best if we have a private wedding, just the two of us." I said.
"Well we might not have a party but we could still invite a few friends over. Should i call them now?"
"Okay," I gave him a happy, wide smile. "So, you want to tie the knot today?"
"Sure why not?" He said as he started dialing the numbers of our friends.
Soon enough we were standing with friends around us, in our little kitchen. We said our vows and put the rings onto each others fingers, concealing it with a kiss.
We all ate some of the birthday from earlier, since we hadn't had time to bake a new one for the wedding. Now we were officially married, we started working on getting pregnant immediately.
Mitch started spending more and more time at the library practicing chess. Often he would play with other people for the fun of it, but most times it would be for testing new strategies for work.
We both worked our butts off and soon enough we both earned another set of promotions.
On a Wednesday morning i felt really sick. I hurried to the bathroom to throw up. Though i felt horrible, i was also happy when i saw the result from the test. I was pregnant! Finally. Now we were really going to be a proper family.
Mitch was on his daily jog so i waited quietly in the kitchen for him to return.
When he finally came back, i was eating breakfast. "I need to talk to you," I said, more serious that i meant it. He looked worried as he sat down next to me. I looked at him with bright eyes. "I'm pregnant!" I suddenly squealed. I couldn't hold back my excitement anymore.
"Honey that's great!" He said excitedly. "We should start looking at baby furniture then."
"Easy now, it's first due in nine months." I smiled at how happy he was. It made me even more happy.
"No thanks. I don't think we have a house that is worth showing off to people. Not when we are still missing floors and furniture."
"I guess you're right. Well, i'll start making a cake."
"We're having cake?"
"Of course we're having cake, silly. We might not be having a party, but a birthday demands cake!"
He walked up to me and held me close. "You're amazing, you know that? Not only have you stuck with me for so long, but now you're also gonna make me a birthday cake."
"It's nothing," I muttered shyly.
"I might have a little surprise for you later," he winked at me as he headed for the gym.
Today was our 35th birthday. The other day i had gotten a promotion and with the money from the bonus, we had bought a fridge, kitchen counter and an oven + stove.
I first went to the library to find a recipe for a chocolate cake on the internet. "Hm... No, not that one." I tapped my finger on my chin while browsing the recipes on www.simsrecipes.com. It was my favorite cooking site. It was where i had gotten all my cooking and baking recipes so far. Everyone could submit their recipe and when it was approved it would be featured on the site for anyone to print out.
Finally i found the one i had been looking for. Mss. Daisy's Chocolate Cake. I called over the librarian to have her print out the page. "No problem ma'am. I'll have it ready for you in a jiffy!"
She was always overjoyed by everything. Nothing could mess the librarian's day up, she was just way too cheerful for that.
"There you go." She said as she approached me with the recipe in hand. "So, what's the occasion?" she gave me a sweet smile.
"Well today is my boyfriend's and mine joint birthday. So i'm going to bake this cake." I folded the paper a couple times and put it in my pocket.
"Congratulations! How old are you turning? Are you having a party?"
"No. No party this time around. We're just going to celebrate quietly, just the way we like it. And we're both turning 35." I tried to give the overly happy librarian a smile, but it was a strained one. She was just too happy for my liking.
"Well, i guess it can be nice with a quiet birthday. But you deserve a party. Are you sure you won't reconsider? I can cater for you, if..."
"No no. No thank you. I have to get going now." I cut her off and left the library. It was nice to be out in the fresh, warm air, with birdsong above you and the smell of freshly cut grass.
When i arrived home Mitch still hadn't come home yet. I started putting together the ingredients and mixing them in a bowl.
"Hey honey, i'm home!" Mitch called from the door as he closed it. "Mmm it smells wonderful in here. What kind of cake are you making?"
"Hi sweety. I'm making a chocolate cake. I've even bought birthday candles. I thought i would make it a little bit special." I blushed as i turned my attention on the cake again. "I'm just gonna put it in the oven now. I'll be with you in a second."
I opened the oven and put the cake in, turning the heat on with the knobs.
Suddenly i felt his arms around me from behind. "You really smell nice today. What are you wearing?" He said as he smelled my hair.
"With Kisses - the one you gave me for my birthday last year."
"Ah yes. I like it." He kissed my neck. I turned around and kissed him on the lips. "You know, the cake has to stay in the oven for an hour. We have plenty of time." I winked at him.
"Come," he took my hand and steered me to our bedroom.
"Wow! That was amazing!" He said afterwards.
"Yes it really was." We lay half covered by the covers, half naked. "I'll be right back," I said, getting up. "Have to check on the cake," I added as he looked at me questioning.
I felt with a chopstick if it was finished, and it was. I took it out and placed it on the counter to cool off.
I walked back to the bedroom to get dressed.
"Oh... no don't get dressed."
I laughed. "I have to. I can't walk around naked all day." I silly pushed him away as he leaned in to grab hold of me.
"Yeah okay." He started to get dressed as well. "Have you seen my other sock?"
"It's by the window." I said pointing to it.
"Oh right."
"Are you ready to turn 35?" He asked me with a playful look on his face.
"I don't think it is more different than being 34," I said as i readied myself to blow out the candles.
"Make a wish!" Mitch said loudly.
"My turn!" Mitch said and i lighted the candles once more.
"If i tell you it won't come true." He said seriously.
"Oh right."
We cut the cake and ate it together on our new chairs. We hadn't been able to afford a table yet so we just held the plates in our hands.
After we had eaten the cake slices, i took out my guitar. "I know you said you had a surprise for me, but i have one for you too. I have practiced this a lot so i hope you like it." I breathed nervously and started playing. It was a serenade i had made myself for this occasion.
He lowered himself slowly down on one knee and brought out a little ring. "Veronica, you are my life, the heart of my happiness. I love you. Will you marry me?" I looked at him in shock.
"Awesome," he muttered to himself. It made me smile. "I love you Mitch. I will always love you, no matter what."
He put the ring onto my finger and we kissed.
"As we can't afford a big party, i think it would be best if we have a private wedding, just the two of us." I said.
"Well we might not have a party but we could still invite a few friends over. Should i call them now?"
"Okay," I gave him a happy, wide smile. "So, you want to tie the knot today?"
"Sure why not?" He said as he started dialing the numbers of our friends.
Soon enough we were standing with friends around us, in our little kitchen. We said our vows and put the rings onto each others fingers, concealing it with a kiss.
Mitch started spending more and more time at the library practicing chess. Often he would play with other people for the fun of it, but most times it would be for testing new strategies for work.
On a Wednesday morning i felt really sick. I hurried to the bathroom to throw up. Though i felt horrible, i was also happy when i saw the result from the test. I was pregnant! Finally. Now we were really going to be a proper family.
Mitch was on his daily jog so i waited quietly in the kitchen for him to return.
When he finally came back, i was eating breakfast. "I need to talk to you," I said, more serious that i meant it. He looked worried as he sat down next to me. I looked at him with bright eyes. "I'm pregnant!" I suddenly squealed. I couldn't hold back my excitement anymore.
"Easy now, it's first due in nine months." I smiled at how happy he was. It made me even more happy.
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