Original publication date March 25, 2016
I’m ready to start generation 2. This chapter is actually two combined, but it’s a fast read even if there are a lot of pictures, which just feels informative to me, point A to point B kind of thing. The next chapter has better action than this one. Then there’s another chapter that I’ve combined two in order to get through them. Then we have an Alex interlude! Then, it’s off to generation 2!
———————————————————————————————————-
Graham and I can finally afford a new house! We’re all set to move tomorrow morning! Ethan is happy he doesn’t have to change schools.
Tonight after we get everything packed up, I have an uncontrollable urge to go outside and stare at some strange lights.
Uhhhh….
I start screaming for Graham. Aliens! He comes running out of the house, but by the time he gets to me, I’m out of his reach!
The aliens are actually pretty nice. They tell me I’m a very important sim for this world, and I see a bit of my future.
Graham later tells me I was gone for twenty-four hours, but to me, it only felt like five minutes.
“I’m going to have a girl!” I exclaim to the night. The next second, a red-rimmed-eyes Graham barrels into me, holding me like his life depended upon it. They’d delayed moving, scared out of their minds. I tell them about what I saw.
“Aw man! I wanted a brother!” Ethan declares in a disappointed voice…once he gets over me being back.
Tonight, Graham holds me just a little too tightly, but I let him. He looks terrible. I doubt he slept what was for him last night.
We get up early and officially move into our new house.
It’s a completely empty three bedroom. It took almost all we had to buy it. Now, we have to try and get some necessities in it.
We moved our kitchen stuff from the old house. I’d gotten the special countertops from my career, and we’d put the original countertops from the old house in the family inventory. We put them back into place before we moved.
We somehow manage to afford fireplaces. They didn’t come with the house originally, but the Maker thought it’d be weird for them to be added later, better that they look original.
This is our room.
We give Ethan the bigger of the two extra rooms. I’ve already seen that we eventually decorate his room much better than this. Well, just about anything would be better than this.
The other room will be for my future daughter….
Our new house, for some reason, makes it easier for Ethan’s friend’s parents to allow him to come over. His name is Branden Keenan, and Ethan talks about him just about as much as he talks about Claire.
“Where’s all your stuff?” Branden asks. “You guys don’t even have a TV. You don’t have a couch!”
Ethan shrugs. “We didn’t move most of the furniture from the old house. Mom and Dad said it came with the house, so we had to leave it. We’ll get the money for that stuff eventually. Come see my new room!”
Ethan takes Branden over to see the nice view from his windows. Then, they sit on the bed.
“It’s a room…with a bed!” Ethan exclaims jokingly. “It’s a bedroom!” The two laugh.
After some time, Branden asks, “So, what does your dad do anyway?”
“He’s an accountant,” Ethan answers.
“What’s that?”
“Heck if I know, but he wears nice suits and has to stay at work late sometimes.”
——
Graham startles me when he suddenly comes out of the bathroom. I’ve just gotten home from work. He should be asleep right now!
“Graham, what are you doing? You need your sleep,” I tell him, a bit sleepy myself.
He smiles at me. “No. I need to see and kiss my wife. I never see you anymore except in passing.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I’d quit my job, but we need the money. Besides, I know we’re going to see plenty of each other.” He knows I’m referring to the fact that I know I’m going to have another child — a girl. “Start thinking up girl names.”
“You’re pregnant?” he asks happily.
I sigh. “No.” Then, I slowly run my fingernail across his bare chest. “Not yet.”
“Let’s correct that then.”
Try as we might, Ethan continues to remain an only child. Since I’m not pregnant, we spend the money I would’ve spent getting girl things ready: we decorate some of the downstairs.
Ethan’s room looks more like what the aliens showed me. Although, I don’t think I remember a plate sticking up out of the little art station.
Speaking of art, Ethan has switched his focus. Apparently, Claire really likes art too.
Graham doesn’t give me too many specifics, but he gets not one but two promotions very quickly together. All he’ll tell me is that he’s on the same level as Courtney now. He doesn’t have to take as many ‘business trips’ as he used to, but when he does, I notice he hugs me extra tightly like he’s momentarily expressing a fear. Those moments unnerve me, and I’m glad the aliens showed me some of my future. Graham is in it.
“It was negative,” I tell Graham when I walk into the study a few days later. I can’t help but pout. I want what I saw when I saw the future.
He gives me a patiently-happy look and gets up from the desk.
“It will happen, Brielle. When it’s time,” he says kindly and wraps his arms around me.
“But what if it doesn’t?” I ask in an annoyingly whiny voice. “Ethan was still just a child. What if he ages to teen and it still hasn’t happened? Does that mean it was only a possible future? It’s that future I saw that has kept me from panicking when you’ve gone on your ‘business trips.'”
“Panicking?” he asks like he can’t believe it.
I squeeze him harder. “What if something should happen to you?” I whisper.
He stands back and holds my hand. He acts like he’s about to kiss it when he looks up at me. “Brielle, I haven’t gotten these promotions pretty much back-to-back because I’m an idiot. I never imagined I’d be good at this sort of a job, but I am. You don’t have to worry.”
He looks so plumbing hot with that confident gleam in his eyes.
I giggle in a girlie way when he finally kisses my fingers. I am married to the hottest spy ever. James Bond, eat your heart out.
“You’re not too busy right now, are you?” I ask. It’s a rare day when neither Graham nor I have to work.
He catches my meaning like a butterfly in a net, “I think I could spare a moment or two…”
My favorite days are ones like these. After Graham and I woohoo, I take a nap. Graham fixes dinner, giving me a break, and we all sit down together.
It would be perfect if only someone sat in the empty chair…
“…so that’s when Branden called her my girlfriend…” I catch Ethan saying.
Both of us give Ethan our full attention. Don’t blame me if I’d been distracted by Graham in his shirtless workout attire.
“And why would he say that again?” Graham asks while I work on preventing myself from spitting out my food in surprise.
“Because he says I play with her too much.” He suddenly laughs. “You two should see your faces! Claire isn’t my girlfriend, but I wish Branden would stop talking like she is. Even Claire says she isn’t.” He stops and thinks for a minute. “Though, I guess if I had to have a girlfriend, it would be Claire. Every other girl is annoying.”
After dinner, Ethan goes upstairs to work on some extra credit, and Graham and I go outside.
“Do you remember the night we met?” he asks me.
“Of course I do.” I smile.
“You were so cute how you ‘taught’ me all that you knew. It was refreshing. After Courtney, women’s voices tended to irritate me if they spoke too much, but I was ready to let you sit and read me the dictionary if it meant you’d keep talking.”
I laugh at the irony. “That’s funny because I was thinking the same thing about you, how I just wanted to listen to your voice.”
“It was Ethan’s ‘all girls are annoying’ comment that made me remember that.”
“And now, we have a son and hopefully a daughter on the way,” I say, the future baby girl ever present in my thoughts. “What should we name her?” I ask.
“Emily,” Graham says simply.
“I don’t know. You don’t think that’s too old-fashioned?” I ask.
He looks over at me. “No. After all, you could say my name is old-fashioned.”
“Hm,” I say in response, and my mind wanders. “What about Ansley or maybe even Marigold?”
He sighs. “Maybe.”
The next morning at breakfast, Graham doesn’t bother asking me how the pregnancy test turned out. He can tell by my posture alone.
——————————————————————————-
Their new house is Seaside Splendor by eee814
So, bleh chapter. At least it wasn’t two bleh chapters in a row! The next one is better, promise. Alex has a little surprise to share. 😀
chainreactionlegacy.wordpress.com 