Chapter 14: The Return

Readers, Sorry for the delay. I was camping! Here’s your new chapter. Enjoy!

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It wasn’t necessarily the figure that bothered me. My new neighborhood was pretty filled with people, so anyone walking by my house was normal. What bothered me was it was pretty consistent. It seemed to be the same form, every week, on the dot.

This figure seemed to never notice that I knew he or she was there. I tried to ignore it, but in the back of my mind, I knew it was there.

Then one day, it disappeared, and in it’s place was a familiar face. The doorbell rang, and I answered it.

“Garret.”

I started to close the door, but his hand stopped it. He was always stronger than I was.

“Maria, please.”

His eyes tore at the rational side of my brain, and I let him in.

“Okay.”

He walked in and looked around, taking in my new house.

“Quite an upgrade.”

I tried to avoid any awkwardness and went along with it.

“Yeah, my dad finally used the money from my mother’s life insurance..”

My eyes avoided him, and eventually stuck to the floor.

“It’s like you have a family living here.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him enter the living room and take a seat against the window. I looked up at him as I realized something.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

He turned and looked at me as if he knew what I was talking about but wanted me to say more.

“You’ve been watching me.”

Garret opened his mouth, but closed it, as if what he was going to say was a bad idea. “Yes. Well, yes and no. It wasn’t me actually watching you, but it was me who paid the guy to find out where you were.”

I plopped down on the seat next to him, confused, and a little freaked out. He put his hands up.

“I wasn’t doing it to just watch you. I wanted him to find you. I came to your apartment and you were gone. I needed to know how you were doing.”

I was confused. “I thought you were supposed to leave me alone.”

“I was going to. But you needed to know the truth.”

“You cheated on your wife with me. What else is there to know?”

Garret looked down, and I felt a wave of multiple emotions come over me. Was I wrong? I moved to the couch next to him. “Garret? What’s wrong?”

“I should have told you before…” He looked up at me, and I could tell he was trying his best to keep himself together, and every moment he was doing that, I was starting to unravel in his presence.

“My wife…I shouldn’t have called her that. Maybe I should have. I don’t know. The thing is…she died 4 years ago.”

“H-how?” I was stunned.

“Cancer.”

Garret rested his hand on me and continued, but I seemed to fade out.

“Breast Cancer.”

I thought about how much time had passed since the last time I saw Garret.

“She was diagnosed a year after Jonathan was born.”

I thought about how I didn’t want to listen to him.

“The tumor wasn’t that big, we thought we had a chance.”

I thought what I said to him right before he told me about his wife.

“She fought for 3 years.”

My hand found it’s way to Garret’s, and I looked him in the eye.

“I’m so sorry.”

He smiled slightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t explain immediately. I feel like I’ve wasted so much time. Please tell me you feel the same way as you did before.”

And I did.

“I love you, Garret.”

“You’ve made me feel so much more than what my wife made me feel. I think I was made to be with you. I love you, Maria.”

My heart pounded all the way to my head as he kissed me.

I felt my face heat up when his hand moved to my neck, and pulled me closer. My hand grabbed his jacket to do the same. When his other hand moved across my leg and rested on my hip, I knew where this was going. I pulled away, and gave myself a moment to rest, as my breathing had gotten heavy.

“Not here.”

I stood up and pulled him from the couch. Leading him upstairs and to my room, I let him do what no man had done to me before.

Chapter 13

Note to readers: This chapter is primarily just a showcase of the house, made by pixsidust2 on the sims3 website. More storyline will be coming soon! You can skip the pictures and just read the beginning and the end!

I wasn’t allowed to bring a lot from my apartment. Most of the furniture belonged to the complex, so I had a bit of shopping to do. My sister helped me pick out some furniture from the store, just enough to get by.

The stuff we bought didn’t seem like much. Honestly it didn’t. Well, I guess the truck that had to move the furniture to my house was much.

The walls were white. The floors were all the same bland brown carpet, even in the bathrooms. I’d have to ask my father to help me paint

It took a few weeks, but we completed it! I took pictures for my scrapbook.

Let me give you a tour of my new house. 

Here’s the front entrance hall.

Taking a left, here’s the Office.

Now let’s go back across the entrance to the living room/dining room.

Through the arch, is the kitchen. 

Leading to the downstairs bathroom.

The laundry room across the small hall.

The Garage.

The garage has a staircase that leads to an extra bedroom, or storage space, which also has a bathroom attachment.

Going back to the kitchen, there’s a family room.

Up the stairs….

We have the boys room on the right.

It has a shared bathroom with the girls’ room.

My dad and I decided to decorate these, just in case. I want a family eventually right? Here’s the girls room!

The nursery for my future children. I’m so excited!

Here’s the master bedroom.

And the master bath.

That’s it for the inside! Here are some outside pictures!

I’m finally completely moved in. I wanted the house to be complete, so we didn’t buy everything at the quality I wanted to, but hopefully it changes in the future.

There was one thing that bothered me about settling in was sometimes at night I’d see this figure outside…

Chapter 12

My heart seemed to stop in that instant. My life, my world, froze around me. That word. Wife. That word, it seemed as if it had turned such a great thing into such a horrible, dirty thing. In a split second, I turned from a girlfriend into a mistress. Or so I thought.

“My wife.”

I was a dirty mistress.

“My wife.”

Horrible. I was horrible. Horrible horrible.

“My son.”

Who was I to him? A fling? We’d been dating for months.

“My wife.”

We hadn’t even done…the nasty nasty.

“My wife.”

I just told him that I loved him!

“Maria.”

I jumped at his touch. I quickly stood up, freaked. I backed away with my hands up, ending up against the counter.

“I-I-I-I-I can’t! Get out!”

Garret sighed lightly, and got up. I turned away and rested my hands on the counter.

I heard the door open and close, and let out the breath I knew I was holding. The world was silent for a moment before I completely broke down. I fell to the floor, completely defeated. Tears streamed from eyes, and I had no intention to stop them. I felt betrayed. I felt broken. I felt like there was nothing for me.

One Week Later…

“So what are you going to do?”

Rylie had been my rock. For the past week, all I did was eat, sleep, and work. I barely spoke to anyone except her.

“I still don’t know. It was wrong for both of us.”

“I hear you on that. I think you need a fresh start.”

I looked at my sister, slightly confused. “What do you mean?”

She smiled, hoping I would ask that.

“Well, when mom died, you know how I struggled. We all struggled.”

I nodded.

“Well, I made myself over. I focused on becoming a new person. I thought of who I wanted to be, wrote it down, and stuck to it. I focused on making myself a new person. I feel like I succeeded, right before high school. I was lucky that I succeeded, because now I don’t have to try as hard.”

I nodded again. It all seemed to make sense. “So what do you suggest, Ry?”

“I started by giving myself a new hairstyle. Then, I chose clothes make up, the works. I worked on my physical appearance first, because the rest would be harder.”

“So..a hair cut? Let’s say I wanted to go now?”

Rylie perked up. “Let’s! I know just the place to go! And we can go shopping right afterwards! It’ll be on me, since your birthday is next week.”

I smiled contently at my sister. She was only a sophomore in high school, a second year, but she had matured much faster than I had.

We finished our lunch, then took off to get my makeover done. And after that, we had someone take our picture. I decided to cut my hair short. I thought it was cute, and a good change. We even found these cute high fashion, low price clothes. I felt more confident and much better.

Another Week Later…

“Happy Birthday to Mariaaaaaaaa! Happy Birthdaay to yoooooooooooooooooooooooou!”

My family had joined me for my birthday, and that was it. I never made friends easily, though I was friendly, but I liked being alone sometimes. I gave my family a hug, and we cut the cake that Julian had made me.

“Happy Birthday, baby girl.” My dad came over and hugged me.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“We have something to show you.” He smiled, and nudged me along with my siblings out the door.

The car ride wasn’t very long. We stopped, and my siblings blindfolded me.

“Hey!” I laughed. I felt like I was getting back to myself.

“No looking!” Rylie said, with a hint of giddiness in her voice. I felt the car start to move again. We stopped only moments later. The car door opened, and I was lead out. I walked for about 30 seconds, then was held at a stop.

“Are you ready?”

“Of course, Daddy.”

In one swift motion, my blindfold was taken off. I was stunned with what I saw.

“Dad! No way!”

“Happy birthday, kiddo.” He smiled. “Your siblings chipped in for this also.”

My dad had done the unthinkable. He bought me a house.

Chapter 11

Looking back now, I definitely shouldn’t have fought it. I thought my life would have been completely mediocre. Instead, I got something so much more. I got a beautiful, rich man who wants me. I’ve basically gotten a kid before I thought I would have one. His eyes though…still had that sadness to them.

I tried not to move my face, and held a smile as the shock settled in. What?! He had a kid?! So this is what he was hiding? I could think of a million things, bad parents, money laundering, but not this. This, was a whole different story.

“Hey, Bud. Go back to your game.”

The kid nodded, and ran off with the ball. There was a moment of silence, much like the one a few minutes before.

“So…” Garret started.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that. He’s adorable, he really is. I just wasn’t exp–”

“Relax.” Garret laughed and looked at me. “I knew it would be a surprise. Take your time with it, okay?”

I sighed, and rested my head on Garret’s shoulder. I would need time to think this over.

I took the next few weeks to invest myself into my work, and get some deep thought in on this kid. I was almost 19, and if I continued with the relationship, I’d technically be a mother. I thought I knew what I wanted. To be a journalist first, then a mom later.

I didn’t know what to do, so I confided in someone who had been through most of what I had been through, my sister.

“Hey! Maria!”

I could hear the audible joy in her voice. I hadn’t heard from her in a while.

“Hey, Ry” There was a pause.

“You need something, don’t you?” I laughed.

“Yeah..some advice.”

“Shoot.”

I spent the next two hours explaining my situation, from start to finish, to Rylie. I finished explaining, and after a moment, I knew what I wanted. I had just spent the entire hour explaining and answering questions, I hadn’t noticed the most important thing until now, and now I knew.

I left her hanging, and hung up the phone. Then, I dialed Garret.

“Hello? Maria?”

“Garret. Hi. Can you come over? It’s important.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be right there.”

I sat on the couch, filled with butterflies in my stomach. I thought about the things I would say when he would get to my apartment. I thought about everything I had talked about with my sister, everything that I thought about the past few weeks.

There was a knock on the door, and my heart raced even faster than what it had been. I opened the door, and Garret was standing there, with a worried look on his face. I stepped aside and let him in.

“Are you okay? You sounded upset. What happened?”

“I’m fine, I promise. Here, sit.” I motioned for the couch.

“What’s going on, Maria?” He waited patiently for me.

“Okay. I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen. Okay?” He nodded. I began pacing back and forth across the room.

“You told me, to take my time, You told me that, and so I did. I didn’t know what I was supposed to be taking my time with, or how much time I was allowed, but I did it. I took time, I made the effort to figure out what I needed, and what I wanted. I did that, and I figured it out.”

I stopped and stared at Garret for a moment.

“I’m not ready to be a mother, I’m not. My nineteenth birthday is only about a month away. I’m not ready. But here’s the thing. I love you. I’m in love with you, and anything you want to throw at me, I can handle.”

I walked over to Garret and sat down next to him.

“I love you, Garret.”

I took his hands in mine.

Garret looked at my hands and then back up at me. He leaned in and kissed me. Then, he looked down at my hands again and rubbed them.

“Maria…I…”

I smiled, but after a moment of silence it was gone. “There’s more isn’t there..”

“Yes..there’s more.”

I sighed. “What is it, Garret?”

Without looking up from my hands, he said it.

“There’s..my wife.”

A Confession, and an Apology.

Hey Guys!

It’s me, the writer. Also known as piccprincess. You can call me Lisa, also, if you like.

I really need to tell you something. I haven’t been playing fair this generation. I’ve just been using pose after pose. I feel awful about it, it doesnt seem genuine.

I pledge, after weaning out the pictures I already have, to go back to regular play style. 

Don’t hate me :] and thanks for reading!

Edit: After some consideration, I will still be using poses, but not always. I’m going to let my sims play things out, and if I find I need a certain pose, I’ll get it.

Chapter 10

I didn’t think he would actually want me. I didn’t think I would actually make him chase me. I should have realized what was in store for me. I should have held onto that sadness in his eyes, that mystery. I wish I could just take back the chase. I wish I would have just said yes that first time. No shyness. 

I wasn’t sure to expect. I wasn’t even sure what to wear. I had to go shopping to find something nice. He told me something floor length, so I tried my best.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Everything needed to be in place. I picked at my hair, my teeth, my eyes. I even picked at my ears. Garret was this rich gentleman that was somehow interested in a girl like me.

There was a knock on the door. I quickly grabbed my purse and opened the door.

I smiled. He looked handsome as ever.

“Hello Maria.” He smiled back.

“Hi Garret.”

He pulled me in and kissed my cheek. It took me by surprised, but I didn’t pull away. Instead I quickly recuperated and kissed his cheek back. Was that the right thing to do?

I followed him downstairs and to his car. It was nice. Red.

The drive was quick, and I was grateful. We walked into a nice restaurant and were immediately seated, despite the other people who were waiting.

“Why’d we skip the line?” I asked once we were seated.

“I had a reservation. This table was cleared off and ready for us before we came.

“Oh.” I smiled slightly and opened the menu.

“Garret!” I gasped as I read the prices. I felt a hand on mine.

“Relax. I can afford places like this. I’m treating you.” He grinned his grin at me and I felt relaxed. I had to let him treat me.

“Okay”

The conversation was fascinating, the atmosphere was comfortable and rich. The food was exquisite. I had a fabulous time.

We reached back to my apartment and he walked me to my door.

“I had a really great time tonight, Garret.”

“Well I’m glad. I hope I can take you out again. I’d like to treat you some more.”

“That…that would be wonderful.”

We smiled at each other, and the hallway became quiet, and awkward. After a moment, Garret took a step towards me and placed my head in his hands. I gasped, right before his lips touched mine.

We dated for a few months. He picked me up every Friday evening, at 6 pm sharp. We seemed to go everywhere. We went to elegant, nice restaurants like out first date, the movies, small bistros, and more. We fell for each other pretty quickly.

One day, we made a date for Sunday. We went for a picnic and then for a walk. He decided to stop and sit by a kids’ soccer game, and eat and watch.

“They’re so cute.” I blurted. I looked over at Garret to gauge his reaction. He looked at me and smiled.

“All of them?” I nodded. “Yeah I think they are too. You want kids?”

I instantly stopped smiling, out of surprise. I thought about it for a moment as he looked back to the game. I took a breath and looked at the game too.

“Yeah. I’d like kids. I don’t know when but maybe some day. I can see myself either having one, or having seven and they’ll all be running around, chaotic.”

We smiled at each other, then turned back to the game. We sat there for a while.

A kid kicked a ball over to us and came running after it. Garret picked the ball up and smiled at him.

“Hey Buddy”  The kid smiled at him, then turned to me in expectation.

“Hi there!” I smiled. The kid didn’t move. I turned to Garret. “Is he okay?”

Garret looked at me and took a breath.

“What?” I inquired.

Garret took the kid’s hand and brought him closer to me.

“Maria. I’d like you to meet my son.”

Chapter 9

Never before had I ever met someone so beautiful. I knew he wouldn’t go for me. He was rich, eloquent, beautiful. I was poor, shy, and barely able to make a grammatically correct sentence out loud. Something about him reeked mystery, and I had no idea what. His eyes were…sad. Almost. If I hadn’t gone in that day to quit my job, I never would have met him. I never would have embarked on this fascinating journey.

“It’s quite alright.”

My face lit up, in a burning sort of way. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. I certainly tried.

“I- uhh- umm-”

He smiled at me. “Are you okay…miss….?” He hinted at me to tell him my name.

“Oh! I- umm- Maria.” My hand shot out, making things even more awkward and formal.

“Hello, Maria” The beautiful man took my hand, kissed it, and smiled at me.

“My names Garret.” He said, his warm face lighting up as he shook my hand.

At that moment, I really looked up at him. His eyes…they were sad, like something tragic had happened in his life that hurt him deeply.

I hoped my eyes didn’t show the same thing. If they did, I hoped he found comfort in them, knowing someone else had pain in their life. Memories of my mother’s death flickered through my mind. I quickly put it behind me, and pulled my hand away.

I turned to leave, but turned my head back to say I quick and awkward, “Bye” before walking away.

“Let me take you out to dinner.”

I stopped in my tracks. Was this man actually asking me out? I couldn’t. there was no way. I turned around and looked at him. He seemed completely serious.

“You’re joking.” I took a step towards him.

“I’m not.” He smirked.

I sighed.

“I can’t. You don’t want to know me. I’m not like you. I’m sorry.”

Without letting him to speak, I turned and walked out.

A few days later, there was a knock at my door. I came outside, and found flowers.

They were beautiful. I noticed a note, and pulled it to my face to read it.

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast;
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart;
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
            But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
            Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
                                    ~Andrew Marvell

I smiled, recognizing the poem from my english class from school. It made me giggle, as I understood the intention, even though there was a little vulgarity to the poem. I placed the strip of paper that carried the poem back into the flowers and turned back into the house.

Over the next weeks, I received more flowers. More poems. More knocks on the door.

Then one day, it all changed. It started out the same, the knock. I opened the door, and there he stood.

“Hello, Maria.”

“H-h-hi” I pulled a small smile.

“Tell me you’ll go out with me.” He grinned in a dreamy, romantic way. It tipped the scales for me.

“Okay”

I never would have embarked on this fascinating journey.

Chapter 8: A New Beginning

I remember that day well. It seemed to be just another day with friends, school, everything. I had known my mother was going through a rough time, but none of us but my father had known what was really going on. He still won’t tell us what was going on. That day, the day of the fire, was one of the most shocking days – no, it was the most shocking day – of my life. Losing my mother and my only older sister on the same day, made me want to give up on everything. My father was the only thing that got me through. Unlike my mother, I had enough self motivation to get myself through it. I got myself happy again, surrounded by the still existing family, friends, got myself a job and immersed myself in it.

Three Years Later…

“Goodbye Dad. I’ll call you when I get all moved in!”

It was the day after my 18th birthday, and I had just enough money to move and get a place of my own. I really wanted to, I did. At the same time I didn’t want to. I knew I’d miss my family, but at least I wasn’t moving towns.

“I’ll miss you, Sweetie.”

“Bye, Dad.” I got in the car, and drove to my new place.

It was a small place, but it was good for just one person. The kitchen, living room, and the bedroom were all one room, which was useful. The only thing blocking the bed was a small half wall. I liked it. I loved it, actually.

I called my father once I move in.

“It’s small,  but I don’t need anything big. I’m just thankful to be where I am. I’m thankful for you, Dad.”

“I love you, Maria. You make me so proud.”

I smiled. “I love you too, Dad.”

After hanging up the phone, I settled in for the night.

I wanted to be a journalist, so I planned to quit my job and get in on the paper. I was working at the grocery store, and up until the move, it was a nice job.

As I was walking out of my boss’ office, after just telling him I’m leaving the job, I ran into someone.

“O-oh! I’m sorry!”

I looked up, and was instantly mesmerized. What stood before me, was a beautiful creature.

To be continued….

Chapter 7: End of Generation 2

For the next couple weeks, I withdrew from the family. I started staying in my room all day. The only things I would really do with the family was eat with them and maybe go grocery shopping, which was rare. I missed my horses dearly, but everytime I looked at them, it reminded me of my first horse, which I lost because of my time in high school, and Spencer.

He seemed to come up in my mind a lot, and I had no idea why. Well, I had some idea why. It was our daughter, Eva. I would think of her and how much she looked like her father. The hair, the eyes. Almost everything about her was Spencer. It tore me apart inside.

Then one day, I couldn’t take it any longer. I stepped outside the confines of my bedroom.

“You know I only deal with you because you’re my blood too.” I sneered at Eva. She didn’t deserve it. I knew she didn’t. I just couldn’t help myself. “If you weren’t, you would have been gone long ago.

“Mom..You don’t mean that.” I didn’t. But yet I did.

“I’ll be glad when you’re gone.”

When Eva left for her work at the grocery store, I went to the graveyard.

“I feel so horribly, Mom! I don’t know what to do!” I sobbed violently at my mothers gravestone. We had taken it with me when the family moved here. I hadn’t seen the gravestone that much, but I loved being with my mother, alive or dead. I would always think to myself how much I wanted her here to help me, so we could be together.
I thought to myself that I wanted everything to be happy, and be a normal family. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.
I quickly returned home, and set the furnace on fire.
I took little Rylie and went outside to the park. All I knew I had to do was wait, and return in a few hours. I had my alibi, my excuse. It was all planned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Eva~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I came home to an empty house. It wasn’t completely empty. Someone had left the furnace on and the house was burning. I ran into the house. We had to have a fire extinguisher. We just had to.

“Ouch.” I said to myself as another chair caught on fire, causing a flash in my face.

By the time I figured out we had no fire extinguisher, I had been blocked in. I stood motionless and emotionless for a moment before I started screaming.
“HELP ME! HELP! FIRE!!!!”
I cried out for help, but none came.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Amelia~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I came back to the house when I was planning to. I saw the flames through the window. I knew she was in there. I could sense it. Suddenly, I heard a scream. I was pulled out of whatever crazy mode I was in and ran in. A beam fell behind me. I knew instantly I was locked in.
I ran towards the furnace, attempting to not catch fire. It was useless, my hoodie almost immediately caught fire and spread quickly. I cried out in pain and attempted to put myself out.
 “MOM!” Eva screamed at me.

 I looked at her and noticed she was being buried by the flames. My heart ripped apart in my chest. How could I have done this? I saw her fall into the flames and ran over to her.

I  pushed through and held onto her. I cradled my baby girl.

“I’m so sorry” I yelled through the crackle of the fire to her. I would have been soaked with tears if they weren’t being instantly evaporated by the heat.

As the fire started to run out of things to burn, I noticed my baby Eva wasn’t moving. My tears still didn’t come, I had no energy.

Realizing I was going to be next, and it was too late for Eva, I laid her down and moved to the wall to make myself comfortable. My thoughts raced, as I tried to think of what I would say if I made it out, though I knew it was unlikely.

My breathing became short. I could feel my heart and lungs practically giving up from inside of me and with my last few breaths, I closed my eyes, and gave in to what was fate.

Chapter 6

Miko and I moved to a place called “Appaloosa Plains” or something like that. He made the decision after I had expressed the want to buy another horse. We settled in to a small house. It was 2 stories, but very small. It only had 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, and the dining room was in the living room! With two kids – our second, Maria, was born right after the move – we couldn’t waste any space. We were actually pretty crammed, even though we had room to expand. That was the selling point on the house. We could expand, and I had enough room to buy a horse.

About a week after we moved in, I went to the stables and picked out a horse. I named him “Charming”. He didn’t have a name and his personality stuck out like a ray of sunshine. When I walked up to his pen, he came right up to me and nuzzled me. I knew right then it was fate.

Miko realized how much upkeep this horse and family was going to be and went to work. He finally put his degree to use and became a doctor. Miko had graduated early and went to a speed training college. I guess it was like a trade school. From what I hear, Miko was very good at his job.

The city itself wasn’t very city-like. It was more of a town. Each building had it’s own charm. It was so different from where I grew up. There were no big buildings across the river or anything of the sort. It was very beautiful, but something about it seemed off. I wasn’t used to the feeling of a small town.

My first child, Eva, grew up too soon. I knew she was going to be a beautiful woman, but part of me never gave up on that past that I had. She reminded me too much of it.

Miko and I began expecting our second together. He was praying it was a boy. I had two girls already at that point, and I wanted a boy too. Too many girls in one house can be disastrous.

I gave as much attention as I could to Eva before the baby was born, because with two babies, I wasn’t going to be able to pay as much attention to her as I wanted to.

Towards the end of my pregnancy, a fire broke out in my house. The memories of my mother came flooding back. I never was there when she died. I was way too young to remember details, either. I stayed my distance as to not hurt myself and my baby.

Luckily, I was not hurt, but it forced me into labor. I delivered my third child, Julian.

After a few months I became sick. Then I discovered the truth. We weren’t expecting any more, but here I was, pregnant again. We both decided it would be our last. Our house was full as it was.

Maria grew up soon after I became pregnant, followed by Julian.

The birth of Rylie, a beautiful baby girl.

I had neglected Charming for a long time, and decided to get on him again. He made me happy, but not the happy I wanted to be. There was a hole in my heart that I needed fixing, and it needed fixing for many years. I wasn’t sure what could fix it, but I held strong through the next couple birthdays.

What I didn’t know was, our money was dwindling, and fast. We couldn’t afford a maid, so our house was dirty and messy all the time. My kids were getting sick, and I didn’t know how to fix it. Miko was doing his best. I couldn’t get money from racing because I wasn’t as experienced as I used to be. I was trying to be the best mother for my children…but somehow it wasn’t good enough..