simsforaranya

Warnings: sexy tiems, death, nudity, pregnancy, etc.

Isis is narrating. You knew she was heir, you say? :P I didn't even know until I figured out this cool thing at the beginning. :D






Soft voices were the first thing I heard. Too tired, too sore to move, I opened my eyes a tiny bit. Bed that was far too hard? White tiled ceiling? White walls? POINSETTIA?? That pot of flowers was the give away. I hated those stupid plants. Too red. Too showy. Too fake.


"She's awake," one of the soft voices said, and I lifted my head to see. Ish and Isaac! Sitting on an unfamiliar white couch. But shouldn't they be at Sim State? Working on their degrees?


"You can get up honey, if you feel up to it," Isaac said, still speaking softly. Was I that breakable or something? I glanced down and saw something that made me almost cry. A hospital gown. No wonder this place was so white.


"What happened?" I asked, sitting on the couch beside Ish.

"What do you remember?" Ish asked, reaching up to put a hand on my shoulder and then stopping, as if I was...breakable.

At his words, I remembered. Some things.


I remembered it being fall. Sitting down to my favorite meal. Grilled Cheese.


I remembered something being utterly WRONG, my stomach hurting like a thousand cramps in one instant.


Falling to the ground, unable to stand.


Curling into a ball around my tummy and crying, hoping that someone would come, though I had no ability to call for help.


"I remember getting sick, and falling down," I said, leaning on Ish, too tired to sit up. Isaac hovered like a mommy cat.

"Your body was poisoned by all that cheese. Sim flesh isn't MEANT to take it," Isaac said, tears in his eyes.

Tears? Isaac NEVER cried. I hadn't seen him cry since Dad kicked Mom out, so many years ago.

"What else is wrong? I'm going to be ok, aren't I?"


"Isis, the reason that Dad didn't come when you collapsed was he wasn't here any more."


"I know it sounds stupid, but sometimes...Death just comes."


"I've seen it before, with Grandma and Grandpa. He comes, and they just...go."

"It doesn't hurt?" Why did I feel so...numb?

"No, it doesn't hurt. When he comes like he did, they are ready."


I crawled back into bed after that, and cried for a long time. Eventually, Ish spoke.

"Isis, what do you want to do now? I know you weren't planning on going to college, but I'm sure you could get in."

"I don't want to. I'm just not that kind of person. I'd far rather just be an adult. Get a job. A boyfriend. That kind of stuff."


"We'll help you all that we can," Isaac said firmly, glaring at his twin.


Several days later, as I stood in the kitchen where so many of our family had been born, and even died, I cried again.


"I can't do this," I said aloud, hearing the words echo in the far too empty house. If I remembered correctly, it had been built for Great-Grandma Felicity and Great-Granddad Anakin when their five kids outgrew the old family home. It had been expanded again for Grandma Gardenia's ten kids, and had always had grandparents as well as parents and kids. But me? All alone in this giant house? I didn't need it. I loved the family history of the place, but there were too many tears, too much sorrow. I wanted clean, fresh, unhaunted walls. A beach. Yes, a beach! I knew that I was the 9th generation of Forests to live in Emerald Cove, and that my ancestress Anya had lived on the beach...it was time to go back to that.

It was some months before the old house could be sold and the new one built. In that time, I focussed on learning things I'd ignored as a teenager. I'd gotten a job, and was doing well. But I was lonely. I knew I didn't want MARRIAGE, seeing as how that had NOT worked out for my parents. But someone to take the chill off the nights? Yes, that I did want.




Zion seemed to fall out of the sky, perfectly made for me, as corny as that sounds. But it was true.






Over the next few months, we got to know each other very well. He understood that I wasn't the marrying type, but he seemed ok with it. As long as I didn't kick him out of bed the instant we were done. And I didn't. I was more then happy for him to stay.


When packing up things from the old house, I'd run across some books, mainly written by my ancestor Dale, about alien abductions. The scientist I'd become did NOT believe that sticking a flashlight onto the eyepiece of one's telescope and waving it in a certain pattern would summon aliens, but hey, I HAD to try it. Scientific inquiry and all that.


To my utter disbelief, it WORKED.


But I'm not entirely sure it was something I'd recommend to other people.


Especially when I started throwing up.




And then when it was obvious that I was carrying a tiny alien in my womb. Or I hoped it was my womb.


Since the doctors told me that, under no circumstances was I to touch cheese again, I had to learn to cook other things. This did not always turn out well.


I spent my maternity leave studying.


And sleeping.


A lot of sleeping.


And when I wasn't sleeping, or studying, I was eating.




At one in the morning, tiny little Jade Forest was born, the 10th generation of Forests in Emerald Cove. I'm not sure why, but this seemed significant.




My skill books were replaced by parenting books, and little Jade lacked for nothing.


Time, flew, as it does, and soon it was my little darling's birthday.








She was a sweet little thing, always eager to learn, pure black eyes wide in her tiny green face.


Now that Jade was sleeping through the night, Zion came over more. He adored Jade, but it was a bit awkward to make love when an infant might wake up screaming at any moment.






Months past, and it was apparent that Jade's letting Zion and I have grownup time had had a very unexpected result.










Despite my advanced pregnancy, we threw a party for Jade's birthday.


Zion and I got...a little carried away. Jade played with Ishmael, who was on break from working on his master's, and I had been sure to request sound-proof walls in this house.


That, when one is 9 months pregnant? NOT the best of ideas.


Little Jessica had her father, Zion's eyes, and MY mother's blond hair.


After all the guests went home and Jess was asleep, I took Jade outside and taught her to build snowmen, as my brothers had when I was little.


Afterwards, we enjoyed a hot cup of cocoa.




Jade was so excited for her first day of school. She loved her little sweater and skirt, and hated when I made her put a snowsuit over it.


I had to work now, so Jess was in the hands of a very capable nanny, and I spent as much time with her as I could when I got home.


Jade was ecstatic when it was time for Jess to become a toddler. Finally someone she could play with!


She didn't even let me get a picture of Jess before she swooped in for a game of keep-away. I explained that that game was NOT the best for building friendships, and she settled down to peek-a-boo.


Did I mention that we got a dog? He was a beautiful retriever named Otis.




To say that he adored Jess and Jess adored him would be an understatement.


As much as Jade had loved learning as a toddler, she HATED doing homework.




Every chance she got, Jess would sneak off into Otis's bed.


It didn't matter if I'd tucked her into her nice little crib, she'd craw out and find her fuzzy dog.


She was also VERY good at building castles from blocks.






Even when she grew up, Jess loved Otis. She loved taking him for walks. Even in the snow!


Otis...the silly dog didn't seem to mind snow. Even when it was up to his chest. He still insisted on greeting the dawn over the waves.


My parents had always stressed that a good education was important, so we dressed up and invited the headmaster of the local private school over for dinner.


Jess, always interested in good grades, ran off to do her homework half way through. This impressed the headmaster so much that he gladly let the girls attend his school.




Jade as a teenager was a very exotic beauty, let me tell you.


Unfortunately, her normal teenage dating was interrupted by a fire on the other side of the house.




By the time the fire squad arrived, it was too late for the do-good neighbor who had tried to help.




Jessica reminded me very much of my mother in looks and temperament.


She was especially interested in the old alien stories, including that of her sister's conception.


I am very thankful that the aliens did not decide to send my 15 year old daughter home pregnant.


If she was going to get knocked up, which I fervently hoped she wasn't, I wanted it to be from someone human. Like her boyfriend Ricky.


Jess also had the AMAZING skill of getting sunburnt. At night.


In what seemed like no time at all, my babies were off to college. How had time passed so quickly?!


ty for reading!

Oh, and there is something very special planned for the next, and final update. :D