simsforaranya

I'm trying to make a story. It has a plotline...although it is a bit shaky at the moment. This is NOT a legacy, although I am playing by some of the rules.

Warning: Sexual references.







Jason and I met at Sim State, in our Senior year, and despite his inability to commit, we quickly became a 'couple'. I ended up dropping out when I got pregnant, and Jason stepped up and did the manly thing. Money was tight, so we lived with my parents, and it was at their home in Pleasantview that our daughter Elizabeth was born. Soon after she turned two, we had saved enough money to move to a new place, a new home, a new life. The disaster I had thought my life was coming to when I got pregnant in college was finally being proved wrong. Everything was going to be all right.


Elizabeth was tired after our long drive, and as soon as we put her to bed, Jason and I had some quality time together. Ever tried to make love to your husband in your mother's house? Not at all fun.




Our plan was for Jason to work, and for me to stay at home and look after Elizabeth, at least until she turned six and would be at school most of the day. We knew that things would be tight financially, but had come to the agreement that raising Elizabeth right was more important then having fancy things.


Though I'd always planned on being a mom someday, the reality was much harder.


But when I would tuck Elizabeth in, it was worth it. Even if it was a struggle to pay the bills and there were days when all that was in our cupboards was cereal and macaroni and cheese.


Two and a half years after we moved to Emerald Cove, Jason saw something when he came home from work.


As the first shock receded, he realized that something was wrong.


His heart had stopped.


Sinking to the ground, he cried my name.


Nearly dropping Elizabeth in my haste, I came outside to see him curled up in a ball in front of the mailbox.


When Death came to take my husband away, I pleaded.


Reluctantly, Death agreed to allow me to keep Jason in this world.


Jason shakily rose from the ground and hugged me tightly.
"I love you so much, Amelia, my Mia," he whispered into my hair. "I was lying there, and everything was all gray and foggy, and I felt Death coming, but then there you were! Shining in the gray, begging for my life."




I urged him to rest, but he refused, saying that his brush with Death reminded him of how much he loved our daughter. He quickly took on the...smelly...job of teaching Elizabeth to use the potty.




When I woke up the next morning, Jason was gone; a simple urn rested on the table. Beside it was a note from Death himself.

Amelia,
I apologize. I understand that you
have a daughter and no savings, but
Jason had to come. Two brushes with
me in one day is too many. Besides.
He...he saw things that should not
have been seen.






I can't remember anything of the next few days. A friend of mine, Liza, one of my neighbors, tells me that she looked after Elizabeth while I recovered from my breakdown.


The first thing that is clear, though, is an overwhelming sense of being alone.


Liza stayed with us while I slowly became functional again. Even making cereal for breakfast was hard sometimes.


But even then, I could hardly keep anything down.




The only bright spot in my life was Elizabeth. But she was more then a bright spot. She was the sun itself.


I climbed out of bed one morning and realized that my grief hadn't been making me ill. I was pregnant again.


When I paid the bills one morning with the last money that was in my savings account, I knew I was in trouble.


I found the seeds that had been the project that had gotten me the scholarship to Sim State, and planted them, hoping that they would grow. And grow they did. The moneytree only could grow so much, but every simoleon helped.


This pregnancy was unbelievably difficult. I can't remember how many times I was just too tired to keep awake, and would fall asleep then and there, smack on the cold, hard floor.


As my tummy grew, I began thinking about how this baby would never know its daddy. That was the wrong thing to do.


It lead to another week that I can't really remember.




Elizabeth was growing every day, and soon it was time to celebrate her fifth birthday. Desperate for some sense of normalcy, I scrounged around in the cupboards, and managed to bake a passable cake.


As my firstborn became a child, I rubbed my tummy, and prayed for things to come right.




Things only got worse, though. That night, I wet myself. Here I was acting like a baby, when I was a mom!


Elizabeth was a trooper, though. She helped me get cleaned up, and tucked away into bed. She assured me that things would be better in the morning. I fell asleep marveling at my baby girl, who managed to be so well-adjusted through all the disaster.


Only she wasn't, not really. Because when I woke the next morning, feeling much better, the bathroom was littered with little brown curls. When I found Elizabeth, I nearly cried. She'd cut off all her long glossy hair.


Elizabeth was very bright for her age, and got accepted into first grade even though she was only five.


After she got on the bus, I felt a sharp pang, which I initially took for empty-nest syndrome.


But it wasn't! Jason's child was being born! Only it wasn't one child. It was two. Girls, both with my brown hair and Jason's green eyes. I named them Autumn Jade and Amethyst, as those were the names Jason had originally wanted to name Elizabeth.




All the stress affected Elizabeth's performance at school, and I was urged by her teacher to help her with her homework.


A little girl named Baylie started coming home with Elizabeth after school, and they became best friends.




Jason's presence was very much in the house, and I didn't know whether to be glad or afraid. It scared Elizabeth, and she often would climb into my bed with me.




It was at this point that I got a job working at a preschool. The hours were long, and the kids bratty, but my family needed the money. But I also understood that they needed my time. I made sure to spend some playtime with Elizabeth, and to look after the twins' needs when I could. An elderly lady helped look after them during the day.


Things had started coming together, and soon it was time for the twins' first birthdays.


They were beautiful, and looked so much like their father. I looked forward to watching them grow, and tried not to think about all the work that raising twin toddlers was going to take!

~@~@~@~


Author notes: Yes, Jason is the oh-so-famous elf-eared founder. I wanted his genetics so bad. Mia is a CAS sim that I made a while ago, who was going to be founder for the Bayberry Legacy...but she became the starring character in this story instead.

I had planned Jason's death right from the beginning, but NOT that pregnancy. She had to go a little nuts, for the story, but it was so STRANGE to not fulfill wants. Usually I do my best to keep my sims platinum...but I had to let poor Mia go nuts. *feels guilty*

And, as I mentioned...somewhere...this is the first time I've actually tried to make a STORY out of a sim family, so any criticism is welcomed! :D