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Generation One: Black

Appearance: Black hair, siren-like clothing style
Traits: Evil, Non Committal, Kleptomaniac
Aspiration: Renaissance Sim
Occupation: Collector/Random careers of choice
House Goal: 10,000 worth

Starting a Family

The first thing we did after the wedding was give him one piece of the precious Mermadic Kelp I had been given by my mother. And, just like she had.. all he felt was the need to get to the water.

So down we went to the shore... and among the blue phosphorescence, he turned into a merman for the first time.

It's hard to explain the elation one feels as the cool salty water slides along your scales as you swim, but now I don't have to. He knows what it feels like. We cavorted in the waves for a while, swimming past sea turtles and fish in our little lagoon.

Then, on the way back home.. we had a little chat. I really wanted to start a family, and Rangi, it seems, was not opposed to the idea.

So we gave it our best try.

And... Success!! I'm now expecting a little nooboo. I'm sort of hoping it's a girl so I don't have to go through telling a boy why he can't carry on the line my mother started.. but no matter what it is, I'll love it just the same. I am my mother's daughter, after all.

When I told Rangi the news, at first he was a bit hesitant, having been thinking we would have to try a few times first...

... But very quickly, he warmed up to the idea. We couldn't be more excited. Things were finally changing in my life. For the better, this time. I could put all that teenage awkwardness behind me now and move on with my "real" life.

The days passed slowly. My garden was really starting to prosper. So much so that I was making money from selling the extra vegetables and fruit. It was still a daily chore, but one I didn't mind.

Our daily swims weren't as much a chore as a necessity.. but they were fun all the same. Sometimes we went down to the sea separately, sometimes together. Our little lagoon paradise seemed to be ours alone, since we rarely saw anyone else swimming. Occasionally a local conservationist would come by in their boats, but that was rare.

I hated coming home to things to do... especially on such an important night.

But I had no choice but to fix it. We had guests, after all.

We hosted our first Kava Party, and invited family and friends to hear the big news about my pregnancy. Everyone was understandably surprised it was happening so soon, but very supportive. I loved watching my mother and father's eyes light up when they realized they would finally have another grand-baby - this time on the islands, in close proximity to where they lived so they could visit. By the end of the evening, I was literally dead on my feet, however, and Rangi had to shoo me to bed after I passed out on the floor. He insisted he could finish out the party without me, and that things would all be okay. So I went to bed.

... This .. is what I woke up to. Apparently finishing the party in Rangi's mind didn't include the clean up. Sigh. More work for the pregnant lady. Of course, I also couldn't complain to him, because he was already gone to work. So I'll save that little tidbit for later.

Without even bothering to get dressed, I started cleaning up the dishes. I ended up taking several trips to wash them all, and was glad we had stocked up on them before the party. The longer I cleaned, the sourer my mood became.

By the time Rangi arrived home, my evil side was in full swing, and I'm afraid he got quite an earful. I felt bad afterwards, but he was surprisingly understanding, and admitted that yes, he should have taken care of those dishes before work.

He then pitched in on making sure the rest of the house was spotless so I wouldn't have to clean anymore. Which I definitely appreciated! This gave me a chance to head down for a swim, and calm down.

When I came back up to the house, I apologized for my bad behavior, but he completely brushed off the apology, saying he had deserved the dressing-down. Because I pretty much agreed, we left it at that.. and I sat down to read my new gardening book. I had so much to learn about my plants, and this seemed the best way to go about it.

It was pouring outside, and to avoid having to go all the way to the sea to hydrate, Rangi took a shower in the rain. It's not like anyone is ever up here in the evenings, anyway, so nobody was likely to see him. I would have joined him, but studying seemed more important than playing in the rain.. so that's what I did.

Rangi finally came back in and we read together long into the evening, then settled in for a peaceful sleep.

It didn't work out quite that way. First, I was woken by a fierce hunger... for mac and cheese. Luckily, we had a new stove to cook on, and I quickly whipped up a batch of the scrumptious childhood food I'd never really had a chance to have. Apparently cooking on a gas stove meant it was one of those things that was out of the range of possibilities one could make. I sat down to my meal, enjoyed the whole thing.. and headed back to bed.

... Only to be struck by the most horrifying pain I'd ever experienced. I have to admit it, I screamed. It woke Rangi from a dead sleep, and he immediately knew what was happening. At least one of us did! He went into a panic, just as most fathers do... and grabbed up the stuff we had packed for the hospital. The bus ride there was torture, but he stood by my side the whole time, fighting his panic to be with me. I couldn't have asked for more. Then, finally.. we were there. Just in time.

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