Within weeks of their wedding Cora was pregnant, the two wasting no time expanding their family.
As Cora's middle got rounder, she started nesting which resulted in Zane arriving home one day to find a new bedroom set. "My books." He said, meaning the stacks of books he had been using as nightstands.
"We needed proper nightstands Zane."
"But, my books."
"It's not a big deal."
"My books." He said, giving a little pout.
"Is that all you're going to say?"
"My... books."
"Ugh, i'm walking away now." Cora said with a roll of her eyes as she went to walk away, Zane laughing and catching her arm.
"I'm kidding, i'm kidding." He assured. "I love it, it's fine."
"I just think we're getting a little too old to live like college students."
"You're never too old to live like a college student."
"Does that mean i won't get able to get you to shave?" Cora asked playfully.
"No." Zane shook his head. "In fact, when i get old and grey, just to spite the world i'm gonna grow a big 'ole Santa beard." He smirked, Cora just laughing as she hugged him.
Soon enough Michael's birthday was upon them, his grandparents throwing a small party for him, inviting only family, both immediate and distant. Of course it was then that Cora decided to go into labor, seemed like they were starting a pattern, a party and a birth for the price of one. As Zane whisked Cora off to the hospital, the festivities continued, although by then most of the adults were talking of babies.
Michael thought the idea of babies was dumb, he just wanted cake, and to be able to see the exact edge of his hairline. After trying for a moment he gave up, it hurt his head.
When Zane and Cora returned home it was well into the night, the man putting his loopy wife to bed as Kinsley took care of her newborn granddaughter, Tamara.
Michael wasn't sure how he felt about his new baby sister, she didn't do much. All in all he thought the idea of a baby stupid, she'd have been so much more interesting had she come with a 'slayer' mode or something as equally cool.
"Okay, i give, what's with the bedroom?" Cora asked her husband one afternoon after bringing Tamara home.
"It's for Peanut."
"Who's Peanut?" She asked, looking at the man oddly.
"Okay, just remember i'm not crazy." Zane said as he stood, Cora arching an eyebrow at him
"Yet." She said, sounding like she wasn't liking where the conversation was headed.
"Peanut's Michael's doll."
Cora looked at him dully. "Yeah, walking away now." She turned to leave.
"No, i'm being serious." Zane said, stopping her. "You know Patches?"
"Your sister, yeah."
"Well, she's not really my sister, she's my sister's doll."
"You're insane."
Zane chuckled. "Let me explain, you know movie Chuckie?.... Wait, no, bad analogy. Anyway, basically the dolls are vessels for the souls of children that never got a chance to live. I had one, we didn't exactly get along, but both Katharine's and Suzanna's are still alive and kicking... well, alive again. You can ask them."
"So basically, the dolls are like a ghetto Toys R Us Horcrux?" Cora asked, only to get a nod in reply. "Who sends them?"
Zane paused, thoughtfully. "I don't know, Michael's came from an Aunt Beatrice."
"Do you have an Aunt Beatrice?"
"Well, i had an Aunt Bee, but she died like twenty-five years ago."
"So what, the dolls gonna just walk around like some kind of magical android?"
"No, there's a chemical formula that can bring them back to the form they were in when they died."
"And you know it?"
"Not quite..." Zane trailed off.
"Here ya go honey." Cherie said as she handed a small box to Michael.
"Whee!" He jumped up happily. "What is it?"
"Special juice, go give it to Peanut to drink."
"For Peanut?" He looked at her oddly. "I thought it was a gift for me."
"It's for both of you." Cherie clarified. Although Michael didn't like the idea of a shared gift, he did what he was told and went looking for Peanut.
"Here drink this." He said, handing the beaker to her.
"What is it?" She asked, her voice high pitched and squeaky sounding.
"Just drink it or i will and then i'll get sick and die and it'll all be your fault." Michael said, the boy having turned out extremely morbid, to no ones surprise really.
Peanut just gave a little shrug and drank down the liquid, her body starting to sparkle, startling both her and Michael.
Well, that was odd.
Chapter Notes:
Short, i know, but i've been up for over twenty-four hours so i'm kinda brain dead. Plus in game i am SO far past this point, have to flip back in the story to get a flow going with the pictures. Michael's childhood trait is Loner, Tamara's traits are Excitable and Perceptive and lastly, Peanut's is Frugal, Artistic and Family Oriented.
I've been having massive issues with the damn story progression, i have one NPC who's stuck walking around arched like she's pregnant, complete with belly but she's not actually pregnant, i checked. Then i sent the fam to Egypt because it was a midlife crisis wish, went and the fricking wish doesn't count because apparently the traveling towns are 'new' towns and the SP is reading it like you're starting new from scratch. Not to mention when i brought everyone home, it placed the kids in other peoples homes although they all still show up on my portrait panel and gave Cora an NPC job as a spawned bartender! Safe to say i quit out and didn't save, fricking thing -_-
Also, no idea why the front changed mid post.
Wow, sounds like you've really been struggling with gameplay issues! That sucks! I have heard that traveling to the other countries has been a bit tricky for a lot of people. What a mess. =(
ReplyDeleteI know how it feels to be so much further ahead in the game than you are in your story! I just want to be all caught up! haha