tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764148291794293202024-03-13T16:17:59.240-04:00Mother To 100Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-5688268797200623862017-02-03T21:52:00.000-05:002017-02-03T21:52:45.420-05:00Baby #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After I woke up, I started my day by teaching little Jayce how to walk. Or, at least, trying to...</div>
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During the middle of which, I was stopped in the realization that I was pregnant with Baby #2!</div>
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The little kitten I adopted has adapted well to her new home! Of course, she's a little small, so it's hard to get used to. I keep feeling like I'm going to lose her in this big house. But she always seems to find me with ease.<br />
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I was greeted in the middle of the night by an odd, green skinned Sim. I jumped as I opened the door, the black eyes seeming to stare into my soul. The creases of the thing's lips curved up at my reaction.<b> "Uh. Hi,"</b> I muttered. Were aliens commonplace in the future? I wondered.<br />
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The alien seemed pleased at the bump that was my stomach. It muttered some things under its breath before giving me an acknowledging nod and walking away. I felt rather uneasy after that, but I guess it was just a weird thing. After all, everything here is weird and foreign to me.<br />
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I slept well that night.</div>
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Mipsy, our little kitty, was enjoying her little toys. I think she looks so lonely in this home. I may have to adopt her a little playmate.<br />
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The next day I was feeling rather house-ridden. I needed some fresh air! So I took Jayce with me to a local festival.<br />
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It was pretty fun. I participated in the eating contest! Or, actually, the girl who was competing with me randomly ducked out at the last minute leaving me with a ton of hotdogs. That means I won by default, right?<br />
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Finally, in the dusk that was becoming night Jayce learned to walk! Yay, Jayce! </div>
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Prototype 005 was feeling obligated the next morning, I guess. It was teaching Mommy's Little Boy to talk.<br />
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After that I decided to work some more on my writing. Although this futuristic house is great, I still need a little bit of money to pay for all our basic necessities.<br />
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Soon after I went into labor! Prototype was freaking out!</div>
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....And, it's a little girl! Who I decided to name Monique! She has these weird little sparkles floating around her. Can you guess? She's a fairy!</div>
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She also looks like a little mini-Salline, aside from the eyes. How cute!</div>
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Jayce grew into a child!</div>
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I spent the next day doing some trivial things, just to familiarize myself more with this new technology. It actually wasn't too bad once you got used to it. I was pretty in love with the food synthesizer, or at least, the baby in my belly was. <i>Pizzaaaaaaaa</i>...</div>
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I wondered what my family was doing. Did they even exist in this world? Could they just be here, right under my nose, without me to recognize them? Or could it be that my family line still lives somewhere in this future? I was so curious about it all. Maybe it was time to go find things out. <i>Outside the house</i>.</div>
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The real first time outside took my breath away. It was all so different. The trees looked so odd, and the houses were so weird. But yet... it was strangely <i>beautiful</i>. It seemed like everything was in sync, in a harmony that I couldn't recognize.</div>
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The first time I've seen any real fruit or plants since I woke up a few days ago! I decided to pick some to take home with me. Maybe make a good homemade meal with it. At least it would taste as bad as it did back in the past.</div>
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Baby #1: <b>Jayce Trish</b></div>
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Prototype 005 helped me out with Jayce while I went scouting for the next challenge father. Oh, the joys of doing the challenge once more.....</div>
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<i>Mew, mewwwwwww,</i> I heard outside the door as I put Jayce to sleep. I gently opened the door and let out a squeal as I beheld what was in front of me. A cute little multi-colored kitten, lost and abandoned. I picked up the small little pet and brought it inside from the rain. <b>"You poor thing,"</b> I mumbled as I petted its soft fur. I gave it some food and laid down for a nap. I promised to get it a bed when I could.</div>
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What happened? Everything was gone. I lost everything. I've given up so much in this life and only to be struck down once more. And... we moved. That's right, we moved to the cemetery where I should be now. What am I doing here? I'm..... back?<br />
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I sat up and screamed, feasting my eyes upon what was in front of me. A screen? But.. it was halfway see-through. I looked at the volcano screened on the wall. <b>"W-What is this p-place?"</b> I asked to nothing in particular.<br />
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<b>"You are in the future,"</b> I heard a high-pitched computer voice.<br />
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I jumped up and looked at the figure before me. Some kind of hovering robot creature. But it seemed nice enough, so I asked it an array of questions. <b>"Future? But.. I was at home in Sunset Valley, and.. I was.. I was dead,"</b> I whispered.<br />
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<b>"I cannot tell you anymore than what I know. You were given another chance. My master ordered me to instruct you in these ways: start your challenge over, and you MIGHT get to see your family again."</b><br />
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<b>"My family! Where are they! Where is this master of yours! I demand to know!"</b><br />
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<b>"I'm sorry. I cannot divulge that information."</b><br />
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<b>"So... How long will I be here?"</b><br />
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<b>"My master said you must finish your challenge that you started in your previous life state."</b><br />
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I couldn't believe what I was being told. Start my challenge over? I quit that after I died. It was the best yet worst thing in my life. I loved my kids, with everything in me. But yet.. it was so hectic, worrying about who the next challenge father would be. But to get my kids back? I would battle the world. I thought long and hard, and finally, <b>"I"ll do it."</b><br />
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I spent most of the rest of the day learning just exactly how all the new technology in this world worked. I was amazed yet in a way not so impressed by everything. There was projector televisions, robots, hovering cars, and even projecting plants that can change color or type with just a request! But it wasn't all that bad.<br />
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It didn't take as long as planned, though. Someone came to introduce me to the neighborhood. His name is Robi, He seemed interesting enough, with <i>interesting</i> hair features. But most of this future seems pretty weird so I guess it's normal. I made sure he knew of the rules of the challenge before initiating his ...services.<br />
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I spent the extra time getting to know this strange bot, or Prototype 005 as it calls itself. Perhaps if I became friends with it, it might let me know more about this "master."<br />
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And with this I will leave you. We expect baby #1 soon!<br />
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(Note: I actually have lost Salline's save so many times.. but I was able to recover her, so here's to a new start! Cheers! xDD Let me know if you have any tips or want to suggest names.. I'm going to try and not use any names from her last challenge if possible. lol.)</div>
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Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-71350165506901744242012-09-02T18:55:00.000-04:002012-09-02T18:55:09.408-04:00Guess it's Goodbye <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwas0vM1ka7YlHHUYvKyF0SxBcuCUGT8fFHEV6wE93EWDlFuOy_kaf62CPhcO1B5gPghcCq5moScQghIsBNVfySoM9BHeunu3sWQJfmfmZ92_T8icn7Ta39je7tkd_fzuFe7e4KWKPjvIc/s1600/Screenshot-122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwas0vM1ka7YlHHUYvKyF0SxBcuCUGT8fFHEV6wE93EWDlFuOy_kaf62CPhcO1B5gPghcCq5moScQghIsBNVfySoM9BHeunu3sWQJfmfmZ92_T8icn7Ta39je7tkd_fzuFe7e4KWKPjvIc/s400/Screenshot-122.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<b>"So Mom, when is your next pregnancy going to be, seeing as Kathy and Zach have moved out?"</b> asked an ever curious Sunny.<br />
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<b>"Never,"</b> I replied simply.<br />
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<b>"What do you mean?"</b> he asked.<br />
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<b>"There comes a time in your life when you begin to realize all the many things you never paid attention to before."</b><br />
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<b>"O-kay,"</b> he said slowly and awkwardly.<br />
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I sighed. It was true. I was quitting the challenge, although I didn't like to look at it that way. I mean, how could I continue the challenge? What was the point of it other than having the ability to say that you had had 100 kids. I loved them all dearly, of course, but why bring them into this torturous world with a shameful ghost mother? Not even with a good fatherly figure. Used to, they had Alex. But now, it's just me and them. Not a great combination.<br />
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The kids would come home with tears in their eyes. People who had made fun of them from being in a family of ghosts. Different is good, I would always tell them. But could I convince myself? <br />
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And having to live with the fact that my kids are growing older than I. It's not natural. Parents are not supposed to outlive their children. But then again, I'm not technically alive. Either way, I interact with them, and they're older than me. That isn't right in my mind, and I'm not sure than I can ever see it that way.<br />
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I'm living an unnatural life. Maybe I should have just let myself go. That is the natural way of things, and I don't like feeling as though I'm defying fate. If there is such a thing.<br />
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Besides, 33 children is plenty enough for me. I've realized that I've raised them, and haven't done much after. I should involve myself in my existing children's lives before creating new ones. Do my children feel neglected? Maybe this challenge wasn't such a great decision in the first place. I was young and naive, and what did it do? Luna is gone, I'm a single mother of 33 children, and I'm a ghost. <i>Such</i> a good life, huh?<br />
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I don't blame my kids, of course. Without me they wouldn't be here today, and I really really really do love them. But I can't budge the thought of how my life might have been if Luna really had stopped me from doing the challenge. <i>She might still be alive . . .</i> There's not a day that I don't think of her. <br />
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But what can I do? I can't go back in time. Or, at least, I wouldn't. That would be altering the laws of the world. Which I have done enough of. No, now it's time to live with my earlier decisions and now this one. This is probably one of the most complex decisions I have made in life. Sure, making the decision to start the challenge was tough, but I was so young that I just jumped into it instead of thinking ahead.<br />
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So, then, why should we be able to live the lives of humans even if we truly aren't? I can't simply beg Grim for death, obviously, but I can live like I am supposed to, can't I? I couldn't really leave because my children. As ghostly or not that they may be, they have lives to live that they couldn't because I brought them into this world as ghosts. It's unfair to them. I wonder if they feel this way..<br />
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On the outside they seem happy, but is that really the case, especially when they come home crying?<br />
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Rai and Ralyn asked to move out with Kathy and Zach, so I let them. I don't blame them for wanting to leave early.<br />
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So I've made the decision that we're going to leave. I haven't told the kids yet, but I believe it will be better for them to live with others like us. Might even give them a bit of closure. And if our time comes, then it comes. We will be ready for whatever may happen.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Now, maybe we can live the lives we were supposed to . . and be happy with it.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Good bye guys! Thanks for reading!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you enjoyed it as much as I have! <span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">♥</span></span></div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-89738443212939971052012-07-16T04:12:00.000-04:002012-07-16T04:12:40.430-04:00Baby 33<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5T_m_rtmU5jVcPWu5swwRch3yV3NEEe-j9ODhK7KTyxYbWS-4PdlrPkTMKNxaQsR01wqXi8irDXyykY7CdmV9nRNYOyseXM_i1gQtH3_dEL29F6FtlFMXkJ4_kX6STkGyaEblwKpXdl-E/s1600/Screenshot-105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5T_m_rtmU5jVcPWu5swwRch3yV3NEEe-j9ODhK7KTyxYbWS-4PdlrPkTMKNxaQsR01wqXi8irDXyykY7CdmV9nRNYOyseXM_i1gQtH3_dEL29F6FtlFMXkJ4_kX6STkGyaEblwKpXdl-E/s400/Screenshot-105.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Madeline offered to help with the quads, seeing as she had nothing else to do that Saturday. Or at least, if she had a better plan she never told me about it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, she helped me by teaching Riva and Rai how to walk and talk, while I taught the other two. That still left me with potty training, although I doubt that she would have wanted to help me with that anyways. That was alright because I still had a few days before the quads' birthdays.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rai seemed to really take a liking to her older sister. It was so sweet<3</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then this happened..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madeline didn't seem to mind it. Instead, she casually picked up her sister and whispered to her. I couldn't hear what was said, but I think it was good.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madeline: <b>"Rai, that's not nice. You could have said you didn't want it. Please don't do it again. It only makes a mess, and we're trying to make this day good for Mommy."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rai: <b>"Okay, Sissy. I love Mommy."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All I could hear was the giggling afterwards, when Madeline set her down to play.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was more than ready to clean up the mess, but Madeline insisted. I have such good children<3<br />
So far.. Knock on wood..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even Zachary pitched in . . </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">While Kathy, on the other hand, was a bit less supportive. I can't say that I blame her though.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not to mention the fact that I didn't have to cook tonight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madeline went on a date, which made me sad because it made me see just how independent she really was. She's growing up! (READ IT HERE: <a href="http://shades-of-a-rainbow.blogspot.com/2012/07/generation-1-chapter-1.html">Shades of a Rainbow</a>)I haven't gotten to meet him yet, but she kept stressing about how much of a nice guy he was. I just hope he is what she suspects. There are too many guys out there that lie to women.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">After their date, I met him. His name is Mark, apparently. He's a pretty cute little boy, if I do say so myself. He seems nice enough for my baby girl, and was very respectful. I just hope he stays that way.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"So, how did the date go?"</b> I asked Madeline after Mark had left.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Mom,"</b> she groaned.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I went ahead and potty trained the quads.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And fixed the TV. Thank goodness I wasn't electrocuted. Wait, I can't get electrocuted!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Zachary and Kathy also aged up, into fine teenagers.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">With more room to expand my family, I chose a good quality father. And 3 days later, I gave birth to ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Baby 33: Sunny</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-12550528844550583622012-07-12T16:15:00.000-04:002012-07-12T16:15:00.731-04:00Babies 29-32<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmIDHgFq_EEm_ozA_HMWUE8ZjnexdzambB64AZIoxrtxs7fIq4t5wAH7f4XpFmWWwYs0Nv5kORhcq2PoibwVFdv2KfTBj99sn6e1-PF9uLavfMJUSmPdanHTToF5bONFawQ7eHpWmZiso/s1600/Screenshot-82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmIDHgFq_EEm_ozA_HMWUE8ZjnexdzambB64AZIoxrtxs7fIq4t5wAH7f4XpFmWWwYs0Nv5kORhcq2PoibwVFdv2KfTBj99sn6e1-PF9uLavfMJUSmPdanHTToF5bONFawQ7eHpWmZiso/s400/Screenshot-82.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">While Madeline was gone for her first day of school, I decided to teach Kathy and Zachary their necessary skills to age up. I didn't really have anything else to do, and I doubted their father would stop by. He creeped me out anyways, honestly. Of course that meant that they would probably grow up without a father figure, which made me sad. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also fed the fish that I'm surprised are still alive.<br />
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Madeline brought home a boy from school today. He seemed pretty nice, and his name was Francisco. Something about him made me question his future though . . . You can probably guess.<br />
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Of course that's not to say that Kathy and Zach didn't have their own fun.<br />
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<i>Obviously not paying any attention to Lucky.</i> So while they were outside, I recruited the next challenge father.<br />
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Madeline asked for a bedtime story. Unfortunately, the only book I had was about Charisma. She seemed to enjoy it, nonetheless. Either that or she just didn't want me to leave. I'm still unsure.<br />
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I took a bit of time to paint before the twins woke up.<br />
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The twins aged up, which made Madeline want to age up. She had straight A's, so I allowed it.<br />
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Madeline grew up into a beautiful teenager.<br />
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And then, when I was taking a bath a few days later, I went into labor. It was the morning of the kids' field trip to the mausoleum. <br />
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<b>Welcome babies 29-32! </b><br />
<b>Rayven, Riva, Ralyn, and Rai!</b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Well hello there, Sweetheart,"</b> Zane spoke to his daughter. She smiled and giggled at him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Say 'Daddy,'"</b> Zane encouraged. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Dahdee,"</b> she mumbled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Yay! You did it!"</b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I smiled. So cute. That's one good daddy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So while he taught her to talk, I worked on my painting. I was still responsible for the bills, after all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I returned, Zane was teaching her how to walk. I was surprised at that, but said nothing. I was glad she was able to bond with her father. Perhaps they would maintain that connection throughout her lifetime.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Well, I really must be going. Call anytime you need me. Okay?"</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Kay,"</b> I said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Nighty night, Miss Madeline. I think it's bedtime,"</b> I cooed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"I know it's late and all, but are you Salline Trish?"</b> a strange man asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Yes?"</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"I was wondering if I could join your challenge."</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Yes."</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"I suppose," </b>I replied, a bit suspiciously.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The man leaves quickly after, but I wanted to work on my sketching before I went to bed. I knew it probably wasn't a good idea, considering I could use all the sleep I could get before Madeline woke up, but I couldn't resist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Hey now, calm down, Madeline,"</b> I told her as I walked in that morning.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also potty trained Madeline. That way she would be ready to age up when the time was right. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was about to go make myself some breakfast when I noticed something from the corner of my eye. Another of those freaky toys! Not really sure where it came from, but Madeline has already taken a liking to it and I wasn't about to take it away from her . . . not matter how freaky it was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By this time, I was nearing the end of my pregnancy. Everything was going smoothly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>"Maddy.. You shouldn't stay up all night."</b> She looked at me groggy eyed. <b>"And, you need to call your father."</b> She nodded, but I doubt she actually heard what I said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few hours later, the baby decided to come.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYm2-GTN2WzCvn3db6Gt1wKQL0TCMBlCPMPW7L6_VNtzq46uBMhWvx7Dr3JoFjMNishUeCkvm9Yg6sGyK9ToRQz0KQd7Sol1Bti7aGEPCvwnxRc7kLECYTGP5Ofwi2q1Sjkvp-ZOmZNUE/s1600/Screenshot-77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYm2-GTN2WzCvn3db6Gt1wKQL0TCMBlCPMPW7L6_VNtzq46uBMhWvx7Dr3JoFjMNishUeCkvm9Yg6sGyK9ToRQz0KQd7Sol1Bti7aGEPCvwnxRc7kLECYTGP5Ofwi2q1Sjkvp-ZOmZNUE/s200/Screenshot-77.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYCz93prQzKVLCY0d5-1i8hrxj84rO1JnHIxpBu3cDjAI5i8cjwJrJwS-tCJfIexic0qg9DjomPQM4v3IQY9Jc0qt-UoODMXJPmENVpW88V0NVc2ufceKvhUsCDoSdVU9Ed8MY5dLZcY/s1600/Screenshot-78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYCz93prQzKVLCY0d5-1i8hrxj84rO1JnHIxpBu3cDjAI5i8cjwJrJwS-tCJfIexic0qg9DjomPQM4v3IQY9Jc0qt-UoODMXJPmENVpW88V0NVc2ufceKvhUsCDoSdVU9Ed8MY5dLZcY/s200/Screenshot-78.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">27. Kathy Trish (after my best friend in real life)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">28. Zachary Trish (also after best friend in real life)</div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-58450374966559811662012-07-11T08:39:00.001-04:002012-07-11T08:41:44.317-04:00Baby 26: Wait A Minute<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-LcoN1B-F1eEgulsuT_BVnM1SR32Pna11WSscyZD9aR-IzZ3vdVSzhct5_igr4YByKPmJLXRTLkpJO-KDz9C-3YcMGSiVpFOrjDmYJFiUfffSbsGTLZQxVlxJbOQVVeDCMAqtgdypbU/s1600/Screenshot-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-LcoN1B-F1eEgulsuT_BVnM1SR32Pna11WSscyZD9aR-IzZ3vdVSzhct5_igr4YByKPmJLXRTLkpJO-KDz9C-3YcMGSiVpFOrjDmYJFiUfffSbsGTLZQxVlxJbOQVVeDCMAqtgdypbU/s400/Screenshot-32.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I walked into the house warily. There were burn marks stretching from the kitchen to the living room on the other side of the house. Mainly it was just the floor, but the kitchen stove and counters weren't so lucky. I sighed. It was nothing that couldn't be fixed. Of course, that would require money. Which would require actually doing some painting or writing. I had always wanted to dabble in that, but never really had the time or motivation. But now that Alex wasn't in my life, and bringing in the money from his job, I would have to.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't think getting a job would be such a great idea. Who would hire a ghost anyways?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My frustrations now made me wonder about Luke and Bryce. How were they doing? Did they have families, jobs? Probably. They were handsome men.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Hello?"</b> I ask as I open the door. Or, as I <i>float</i> through the door, that is. This new body is going to be a little difficult to get used to.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Oh, hello,"</b> a man answers. I stare deep into his ocean blue eyes. He is so blue he nearly matches the house siding. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Erm. Can I help you?"</b> I ask.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Actually I was coming to see you,"</b> he said. I looked at him questioningly. <b>"Spirits usually linger around a few days after death. When I heard about the fire, I had to come check it out. Oh, I'm a scientist by the way. But as I can see, you're . . . <i>different.</i>"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"What do you mean?"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"I can actually see you."</b> He stared. <b>"Oh, excuse me. It's just--normally, you don't actually see the spirits. You hear things on a special device, or see orbs. Hardly ever do you actually see their true form."</b> He swallowed hard, obviously nervous.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"So what can I help you with, Sir?"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Nothing, I guess I'll be going-" </b>he turned. But now that I thought about it, I had another idea. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Wait. Are you interested in being a father of my challenge?"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He had no clue about what a "challenge" was, but after I informed him about it and what the rules were, he was pretty eager. Besides, what scientist would pass up such an opportunity with a ghost?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"So how does it usually take?"</b> he mumbled.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"The same as it does for normal sims. Are you hungry?"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"No. I must be going. But I'd like to come over and see the child in a few days if it's okay with you."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Of course,"</b> I told him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">After eating, I worked on cleaning up the ash and replacing the floors and such from the fire with money I had already, and the money that the insurance company had sent to the address. They were probably sending it for Alex, but who knows if he even realized what had happened yet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">After I painted the walls and replaced the floor tiles, I got to work on scrubbing the stains from the fire. When I designed the house, I had picked the color blue as the theme because it was my favorite color.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">By the time I was finished, I nearly passed out from exhaustion. Dying sure does take a lot out of you, y'know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then some fish, just to lighten the mood. I would get a small hamster or something, but I tend to forget to feed them. <i>(No, actually my Pets game doesn't work. Grr.)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then, it was time to get to "work." Hopefully I would earn enough money to buy some more toys for the incoming children. Of course, I still had a lot of my other children's toys, but it's always nice to have change.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is one of the downsides to pregnancy. But it is definitely worth it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My first painting sold for $944, though I'm not sure how. Either way, money is money and I needed it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">After a day or so I had finally gotten the house all cleaned up. I found myself wondering about my kids . .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Hello? Yes, I would like to know about getting back my children,"</b> I told the woman.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"And what is your name?"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Trish. Salline Trish."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"We're sorry. We cannot allow such a situation."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Excuse me?"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Sorry, ma'am. We have specific orders."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Can I at least speak to my children?"</b> I asked.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suddenly I heard the dial-tone on the other end. Rude! People these days.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Another of my paintings, which sold for $986, gave me just enough to pay my bills. I had a hard time parting with it though. I really liked it. But I knew that if I hadn't sold it, then I wouldn't have been able to pay for the house that I live in!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">That night, I felt the familiar painful contractions. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I couldn't believe this was happening.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> I had thought that everyone was asleep when I went to bed. Apparently I was wrong. One of the children must have gotten up to make themselves something to eat. Then, having sleepily forgotten about it, gone back to bed. Either way, the fire must have been going to a while because it was nearing the ceiling now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had walked in the kitchen at dawn to get the kids something to take with them to school. But now, as I can see, that won't be possible. </div><br />
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I stared at the roaring fire. Completely frozen in fear and unsureness of what to do in the current situation. They always say, <i>"Stop, drop, and roll"</i> when faced with such a fire. But that couldn't seem to come to my mind at the time.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Before I knew it, the fire was on me. I did a little dance of pain, somewhat hoping it would go out.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> The flames were so hot, scorching my back. But it must have taken that, because soon after I grabbed a nearby cup and poured water down my back. I had to get the kids out of the house. And Alex too, who was probably oblivious to the whole thing.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I was singed as I ran throughout the house, dodging flames that seemed to pop up out of no where in various places. I hoarded the kids up from their beds, leading them out of the house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I had to go back and get him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had almost made it. The front door was only a few feet in front of me. I could hear my children's screams in agony for their mother. I could finally hear the sirens. The firefighters would be here shortly. All I had to do was hold out until then. They would rescue me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Little Arnold's screams rang out above his siblings' cries. He was trying to get in the house, but being held back by the adults that were around. I wished I could reach him, to tell them all how much I loved them. To tell them that everything would be okay. But at this point, I wasn't so sure myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everything faded into silence. All except one voice. <b>"Arise, Child,"</b> I heard.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I looked up to see a dark shadowy figure hovering above me. I blinked a few times. <i>What? Am I dreaming? Please tell me I'm dreaming . . </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I held my hand in front of my face. I could see <i>through</i> it. Much like babies 13 and 15, except my body was a different color. An orangey-color. The figure suddenly appeared in front of me. I stared at him for a long time before speaking, <b>"What is this?"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Salline Trish. Welcome to the afterlife,"</b> he said with a creepy smile. <b>"You have been granted a second chance. I advise you to use it wisely."</b> After that, he vanished. Literally.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Alright! Now for the real story. Haha. My game messed up again, and I was able to redownload Salline because she was on the exchange. But I lost all the others. So I decided to add a little twist. ;) </div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-33882854618904535582012-05-28T08:43:00.000-04:002012-05-28T08:43:52.883-04:00Baby 25: Wake Up Call<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<b>"I don't like it,"</b> Alex said bluntly, staring at his hair.<br />
<b>"It looks fine! Makes you look younger,"</b> I told him.<br />
<b>"I don't need to look younger, and neither do you,"</b> he said, running his eyes over me.<br />
I scoffed. <b>"I may be a mother of twenty-four, but I am certainly not old! Besides, I had to take care of your grays. So what do you think of mine?"</b><br />
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He turned around to get a better look. <b>"You don't want my opinion."</b> I sighed. Thanks for the confidence boost! <br />
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I called just about anyone I knew to set up a very last minute birthday party for my kids. I haven't done one in a while, so I figured I might as well. I felt as if I'd been ignoring my children, and this was my way of hopefully making it better.<br />
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So I put her down for a very <i>long</i> nap with a kiss goodnight. This was always a tough time for me, knowing that this would be the last day of her toddlerhood. I sighed and watched as her small head hit the pillow before turning on the small nightlight in the corner and leaving the room.<br />
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I decided to have some mother-daughter time with the teens, seeing as it was their last day in the house. :'(<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next was for Elena, now a young adult.</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was getting ready to pull out to continue the challenge when I heard a few yells come from the house. It was Alex, oddly enough. He ran up to the car and I rolled my window down. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"Where are you going?"</b> he asked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"The hospital,"</b> I said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"Erm. How about you park the car?" </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"I guess."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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I was about to get up and go into the house when his hand fell onto mine. I smiled at him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"I had a reason for asking you not to go,"</b> he said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"Which was?"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"I want to be the next challenge father."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"But Alex-"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"I know we've had our ups and downs, and you're supposed to have all different fathers, but I love you, and seeing all of <i>our </i>children growing up as a result of you and someone else just.. I miss you and me."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Aw!</i> So sweet! I leaned in and kissed him lightly. <b>"Okay. You win, Loverboy."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Baby 25: <i>Arnold Trish</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-76868025826766664032012-03-25T20:00:00.003-04:002012-05-28T01:28:09.278-04:00Baby 24-Reunion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1swL7l6ExUCIoHiQfLAMzkR-BZeejXFlhy9vXvOX0vEwRCXU6ucdwuw6xjH8d6O1A_7gXpsWXv2gU9IqytvLQOnCy7bKSxCfjdhyphenhyphenA_9kjFywDquSqpOehbbPlZjxCB0kh3SygLPtrles/s1600/Screenshot-9b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1swL7l6ExUCIoHiQfLAMzkR-BZeejXFlhy9vXvOX0vEwRCXU6ucdwuw6xjH8d6O1A_7gXpsWXv2gU9IqytvLQOnCy7bKSxCfjdhyphenhyphenA_9kjFywDquSqpOehbbPlZjxCB0kh3SygLPtrles/s640/Screenshot-9b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Once again, it was time for birthdays here in the Trish household. I aged my cute little toddlers first, because I was anxious to see the turn-outs. Obviously they were pretty close in appearance, and just as that, they were also close in personality. They were instantly best friends, and nearly inseparable. <br />
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Elena, Lauren, and Brianne, however, are a different story. They each have the same facial structure, but their eyes and hair are so different. I'd say they're pretty close, but they still have their rivalries. Girls will be girls, am I right?<br />
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<b>"Good morning, love,"</b> I said to Ria before planting a kiss on her forehead. She smiled up at me, glancing me over and giggling. <b>"What?"</b> I asked her.<br />
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<b>"Mom, that outfit. . . It's <i>so</i> not you. You can't pull it off."</b> I frowned. <br />
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<b>"Why? Does it make me look fat or something?"</b> I asked, consciously looking down at my clothes. She never answered me, though.<br />
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<b>"Well I think you look beautiful,"</b> Alex said.<br />
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<b>"At least there's you,"</b> I said, teasingly. He chuckled.<br />
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<b>"I've missed you, Mom," </b>Mara told me mother.<br />
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<b>"I've missed you too. I'm so glad that Jason was able to get you to come away from that place,"</b> I said.<br />
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<b>"Me too. I had no idea Dad and Lee had plotted such an evil and cruel scheme."</b><br />
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<b>"Alls well that ends well. Let's leave it behind us. We have plenty of time to catch up," </b>I said.<br />
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From behind we heard a rather obnoxious <i>thump</i> on the concrete floor. We turned around to see Janna lying on the floor, asleep.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Me, feeling motherly, gathered my granddaughter up and hugged her before checking for any injuries. After seeing none, I made sure Janna got to bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><b>"Hello?"</b> I answered my phone. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"Salline?"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"Yes?"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"We need your help," </b>Addy said before she explained her and Dawn's problem.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"I'll do it,"</b> I confirmed them. (Read <a href="http://dawnturnersbabychallenge.blogspot.com/2012/03/goodbye-wei-babies-79-80.html">here</a>) It was sad that I didn't get to spend the rest of my day with Mara, Marri, and Janna, but my friends needed me and the rest of them would still be here when I got back. I sighed and looked around. Where was Mara? I needed to let her know that I would be going.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"Oh! I, uh,"</b> I mumbled, shocked at the scene before me. The couple scattered apart from each other, and turned to face me. Mara spoke first.<br />
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<b>"Mom, um. This-this isn't what it looks like,"</b> she said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"Oh, I think this is exactly what it looks like!"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"Mrs. Trish,"</b> Jason said, <b>"it is true. I like your daughter, a lot. I love her so much. I'm so honored that you allowed me to meet your daughter. And I was wondering . . . Can I have your blessing?"</b> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>"I-I.. Yes, of course. Um, anyways, I have to go to Bridgeport for a couple days. I'll be back soon,"</b> I said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After getting back from my VERY NERVE-WRACKING adventure (read <a href="http://dawnturnersbabychallenge.blogspot.com/2012/03/goodbye-wei-babies-79-80.html">here</a>), I continued my challenge. Then, after I was home, I ran straight to Alex and hugged him. I was so glad that I had someone as great as him in my life. Plus I missed him. I shuddered a little as I first hugged him. Being a vampire had made me feel a bit odd, but eventually I settled back into my old self.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After dinner, we all sat down to watch a movie. <i>TOGETHER!</i> Isn't it amazing?<br />
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Nearly all of the pregnancy seemed to go as smoothly as today did, and I was in an elated state of mind and body. It was <i>perfect</i>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>24. Accalia Trish</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Accalia honestly looked like a mini-me, but with red hair as the only difference that I could see.</div></div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-17851223984032449752012-02-07T23:54:00.002-05:002012-03-04T23:19:18.542-05:00Babies 22-23: Easy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXOkzi1dEEWYbx9qruuNcH6ShcI6VO-2FlkfVYyvIgti7vyJSfIiCDVqtpwQf7iKN5_Fkc4DR9VR6a0VGA8iwo-Dhn-OQxaA2iJ3ZvTJ4aQU4wAp7xucPq1C7jpRnIB1lac5kE8apHNQ/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXOkzi1dEEWYbx9qruuNcH6ShcI6VO-2FlkfVYyvIgti7vyJSfIiCDVqtpwQf7iKN5_Fkc4DR9VR6a0VGA8iwo-Dhn-OQxaA2iJ3ZvTJ4aQU4wAp7xucPq1C7jpRnIB1lac5kE8apHNQ/s640/Screenshot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
It was late night at this point, and everyone was up. The girls, too. I only let them stay up because I had aged them up, and we were only waiting on the boys.<br />
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The boys had come more to terms with the fact that they did have to age up eventually. It wasn't natural for them to still be in the house while the rest of their younger siblings had moved out before them. However, they insisted on staying children while the house watched the Super Bowl, and it was only ever on one night a year, so I decided to spare them for the moment.<br />
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As the Super Bowl seemed to last forever, I got bored quickly. I was never one for sports, and could probably have it out of my life entirely if it wasn't for Alex. So while they were arguing over which team was the best, I took the opportunity to run by the hospital.<br />
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I was there to get pregnant with the next baby. I wanted unique fathers for the challenge, and Alex knew. We made a sweet compromise; So I could at least have a variety of different children rather than all the same. He agreed it was fine with him so long as I didn't ever <i>actually</i> get in bed with them. That being said, I was soon carrying baby 22! <br />
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In the morning, after the kids had gone to school, Alex worked on progressing in his game. . <br />
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Which left me to do the daily chores. Did I mention the new hair color? Apparently at the store, I had grabbed a malfunctioned bottle of dye and applied it to my hair--and this was the result! In a way I liked it, though. <br />
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After that I couldn't resist relaxing outdoors.<br />
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I must have been tired, because I was woken up hours later by the triplet boys asking to be aged. "We're ready now!" they said. They told me all about their field trip to the Mausoleum, that I had completely forgot about. That, and their fear of me getting hurt again, was what had apparently held them back. They knew they would be aged twice. I hated to pretty much skip their teen years, but I had to have space for the rest of the children. There were no exceptions.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Riley as a Young Adult.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Luke as a Young Adult.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Bryce as a Young Adult.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The first nauseousness of the day! At least it made me aware of my progressing pregnancy. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then I made a dinner that nobody couldn't simply walk away from: Mac n Cheese! Everybody loves that stuff. Don't tell anyone, but I secretly put extra cheese in mine while I make it. . . I just can't help it! Honestly I could have probably eat the entire pot of it myself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then when after the girls got their homework finished, I read them each to sleep. The next bit of the pregnancy was seemingly perfect, nonetheless. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<i>23: Ria Trish</i></div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-53434060858509605862012-01-29T03:57:00.002-05:002012-01-30T22:30:42.121-05:00Babies 19-21: The Truth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHiHkIfEc7RcSpLk-V4WThUBPN9P-yoYb_adeYKh2j3AruUYbvgbzvfu5_h4Ycb98bXF92kKcKyooaeOshpJhG8fXFV0FezGIB4UoBPIxghVby_7RspCjsmI484lrRTVGf6_I3oitaWg/s1600/Screenshot-85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHiHkIfEc7RcSpLk-V4WThUBPN9P-yoYb_adeYKh2j3AruUYbvgbzvfu5_h4Ycb98bXF92kKcKyooaeOshpJhG8fXFV0FezGIB4UoBPIxghVby_7RspCjsmI484lrRTVGf6_I3oitaWg/s640/Screenshot-85.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>The Trish's new house. Why is it the Halliwell Manor off of the movie series Charmed? Good question that I have no answer to other than I love the episodes. Anyways, I didn't make the house (unfortunately) but you can download it just as I did <a href="http://www.modthesims.info/d/451667">here</a>. Enjoy your Charmed simmies!<br />
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</div>The truth is . . . I'm alive. I have been, and probably will be for years in the least. My family knows this; all except for Mara. My 18th child, Mara. My heart aches for her, though I have been unsuccessful in reaching my daughter in China. Her father is a scoundrel. He has known ever since that I was alive. Why he keeps this a secret, and keeps my daughter from me is unknown. Still though, life must go on. The challenge must continue.<br />
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Not much has changed with the triplets, besides us cutting their hair. It got so long, that you couldn't see their face because the white from their hair made it to where you couldn't see their eyes or anything! I find it illogical for Mara, the last baby, to have grown up before my boys, but the trio refuse. They won't tell me their reasoning either. For now it's fine though, because they're the only kids in the house. I miss having a ton of kids running and jumping throughout the crammed house. Though it won't be for long.<br />
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I'M PREGNANT! It happened a couple months ago, and I'm due pretty soon. I was surprised to learn the news, considering how long it has been since I was pregnant. But I'm excited! I can finally get this challenge rolling again . . and with the love of my life.<br />
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</div>Alex. He dyed his hair a shocking green/yellow combo. I personally don't like it, but he does--so I pretend I do. <i>(yes, I know this isn't the real Alex. It's as close as I could get, except the hair. But I had to try and remake Alex, so deal with it! ahha)</i> I have been successfully married to Alex now for a while. Actually, a bit after the accident, but I don't want to get into that right now.<br />
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I loved the feeling of family, even if there were chores to be done. Family meant a lot to me, and I knew since Luna's death that I would have to step up and stop being so immature. It was time to grow up. My family needed me, and I needed them, at any cost. So silently I cleaned the house . . <br />
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</div>Then I made some hotdogs for lunch. I couldn't believe how hungry I was! Then a thought came to me;; Charmain! I hadn't spoken to her since the accident! Who knew if she thought I was dead or not . . I made a mental note to call her after eating.<br />
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After lunch, I did indeed call Chazz. It was surprising to hear her voice again, since I hadn't in a while.<br />
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<b>Charmain:</b> "Hello?"<br />
<b>Salline:</b> ". . . Chazz?"<br />
<b>Charmain:</b> "Salline! Oh my gosh. Where have you been, are you okay, where are you now?"<br />
<b>Salline:</b> "Woah! Slow it with the questions. One--I've been in the hospital for the longest time. Now I'm home. Two--yes, I'm okay. Doctor said the wounds healed on their own! And three--I'm on one-twenty-three Prescott Street."<br />
<b>Charmain: </b>"I'm coming over." After that I heard the dial-tone. She hung up on me! Though relief flooded through me knowing that she still cared.<br />
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Before I knew it she was there in my living room, sitting on the couch. It amazed me of how much she had changed! She was drop-dead gorgeous. I offered her a smile as I walked into the room and took the seat beside her. "We have a lot to catch up on."<br />
<b>Her:</b> "Yes we do! So what happened in the hospital? I'm sorry I wasn't there as much as I could have been." <br />
<b>Salline:</b> "Oh no, don't feel guilty! You were there when you could be, and that's all that matters. Anyways, so the doctors said I was in a coma-"<br />
<b>Her:</b> "Yeah, I remember that."<br />
<b>Salline:</b> "for months. Alex said there were a few times when I would flat-line, and the doctors would have to come in and revive me. He said I was always so pale, and looked so sickly." I shuddered, imagining the scene. It must have been terrible. I'm slightly glad I didn't remember. "But then, like some miracle, I came out of the coma. At first I hardly remembered anything, but soon it all came back. Doctors were observing me like 24/7. They were kinda annoying. But at least they helped the wounds heal." <br />
<b>Her:</b> "I'm so glad you're OK! I can't hardly believe you're here, I mean.. I thought you were.."<br />
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That was the last thing I saw before I went unconcious, and it was not a face I wanted to ever see again. It was one of pure agony, misery . . My stomach lurched as they wheeled me away.<br />
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-And then the first time I opened my eyes. It took a few minutes for me to realize where I was, and my condition. I ached all over. I didn't know if I could speak, I didn't even know if I still had my legs!<br />
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I attempted to sit up. It was painful, but I managed. I looked down. I did have my legs! I was glad about that. But then I turned to Alex. "A-Alex?" I mumbled.<br />
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"W-what happened?" I asked. The details were still fuzzy.<br />
"You got into a car accident, and had to go into the ER. After they revived you, you. . . " his voice broke. "You slipped into a c-coma," he whispered. "The doctors said it was no hope. But you're awake now!" he leaned down and kissed my forehead. I looked around.<br />
"Where's my babies?"<br />
"The triplets are downstairs in the cafeteria. Mara . . Mara called her dad to come get her. He took her back to China with him." <br />
"Why?" I choked.<br />
"She was certain you were. . . " he broke off.<br />
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</div>Tears slid down my face as I realized that I would never get to see Mara grow up. She didn't even know I was alive. There was no way Alex could have stopped her, either. He wasn't her father, and with me gone, or thought to be gone, he had no legal rights to her. <br />
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The nurse came in a few minutes later. "Ah, you're awake! I'll go tell the doctor," she said before disappearing through the door.<br />
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"Welcome back, Mrs. Trish! The tests show that you're fine. No internal bleeding as we can see, and your bruises should go away in a few days. Your vitals are good. I think it's safe to say you can be discharged today. . ." he said, before leaving the room for us to get settled.<br />
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I quickly hugged her before pulling away. "And that's not all," I said, looking down at my growing stomach. "No way!" she exclaimed. "Yes!" I squealed with her. She rubbed my stomach, feeling for the baby's kick. We smiled at each other. Now we had a chance at happiness. I went to bed soon after that. When I woke, I saw a note from her.<br />
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Sorry I had to leave early this morning! You know how it is . . Hope to see you soon! <br />
P.S: Get on Facebook tonight!<br />
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Baby 19: <i>Elena Trish </i><br />
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Baby 20: <i>Lauren Trish</i><br />
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Baby 21: <i>Brianne Trish</i><br />
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Elena, Lauren, and BrianneSallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-90152289347776873242012-01-23T23:03:00.000-05:002012-01-23T23:03:39.399-05:00Sorry guys!I've been busy and whatnot with school and other things. <strike>Plus a lack of muse~</strike> I promise I'll post soon. Actually, as we speak, I have a few drafts ready. . so I should be able to finish them fairly quickly once I get everything in order. But I am still alive! :P <br />
Thanks for bearing with me<3Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-29715031588121319122011-12-07T23:27:00.004-05:002012-02-13T16:32:20.451-05:00Boys or Girls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: #ea9999;"></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkG6tjHeDSpFRS_Zzbk5uNX5utNp5srqN0aShZqKRmo0DY5xh5jl4XzngdtpVN22jZdYiUJKONSGNY1M5XJddWUyHhKikNXbsQQnUkIoC_bWudsMuAImNFugpXvpv5-PzWzoDHJA-ZxrY/s1600/Screenshot-300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkG6tjHeDSpFRS_Zzbk5uNX5utNp5srqN0aShZqKRmo0DY5xh5jl4XzngdtpVN22jZdYiUJKONSGNY1M5XJddWUyHhKikNXbsQQnUkIoC_bWudsMuAImNFugpXvpv5-PzWzoDHJA-ZxrY/s640/Screenshot-300.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
The days went by quickly, and Mara found herself anxious to see her first-born as a toddler. She aged her up quickly, and couldn't help but stare at her daughter. Marri was stunning! She had skin darker than her father's, with a combination of green eyes. Mara was a little jealous of the fact that Marri had indeed inherited Salline's "Trish" family eyes, and Mara herself had not. She shrugged it off though, prizing how beautiful Marri was.<br />
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While her husband was sleeping, Mara taught Marri to walk, and talk. Mara found herself growing even more attached to her daughter, but still knew her husband wouldn't have much to do with her. All men only seemed to want sons; why couldn't most see the value of a daughter?<br />
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After teaching Marri to walk and walk, Mara quickly groomed herself for the day and fixed her hair, pulling it back into a loose pony tail.<br />
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Mara let Marri sit in her swing while she gathered her things, seeing as Marri seemed to love swinging back and forth. After which, Mara took Marri on a visit to the park.<br />
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The journey to this park would be a long one, but this was a secret park. It would be well worth the trip, and it is very beautiful. It's a great place for someone to relax, and just lose their troubles.<br />
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Just as she remembered it. The park was fabulous, and Mara already began to feel her body relax as she listened to the water murmurs, and the flowers' song ringing in her ears as they moved in the wind. "Isn't this fantastic, Marri?" she asked her daughter. "Oo! Pwetty, Mommah," her daughter responded, just as entranced as Mara was.<br />
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"Sure is, ain't it?" another voice said. Mara turned, and her eyes widened as she stared into his fine blue ones.<br />
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"Oh, hello, how are you?" Mara asked the man.<br />
"I'm fine, thanks. And how 'bout you?" he returned the question.<br />
"Stressed," she sighed.<br />
"Why is that? If you don't mind me askin'."<br />
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"None of that matters now," she said, trying to forget about how awful husbands can be.<br />
"Right. So what's your name, Darlin'?"<br />
"I'm Mara."<br />
"Jason," he said, extending his hand. Mara shook his hand politely.<br />
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"Jason, what are you doing here in China?" she asked, smiling. It wasn't <i>not</i> obvious that he was a foreigner, or at least here. <br />
"Ah, you know. The scenery, the girls . ." he chuckled. When Mara didn't respond, he smiled. "I'm kidding!" She laughed too.<br />
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"And who is this cutie-pie?" Jason asked, tickling Marri.<br />
"Mawwi," the toddler responded, giggling.<br />
"Marri," Mara decoded. <br />
"Well you're adorable, Miss Marri!" He exclaimed. Mara smiled at him. He seemed to be great with children.<br />
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"Do you have any family of you own?" Mara asked curiously.<br />
"Nope. I wish I did. Sometimes my niece and nephew stay with me, though, so I get to spend time with them. They're only 10 each, they were fraternal twins."<br />
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Marri yawned. "Sweepy, Mommy," she said, wiping her eyes.<br />
"Oh, dear! It's getting late. I'd better get home," Mara told Jason.<br />
"Alright, well, you two take care."<br />
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When they were safely home, Mara read Marri to sleep. She fell asleep quickly, and Mara began tidying up. She put a blanket over Marri and pulled her hair behind her ear. Mara was putting up Marri's toys when Lee appeared in the doorstep, hardly glancing in Marri's way.<br />
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"We need to go try again," he said. Mara nodded; she knew what he meant. He wanted to try again for a <i>son</i>, no daughters were wanted.<br />
"I will be there in a minute," she responded. Lee left the room, only to come back a hour later.<br />
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He frowned, pouted, and squinted his eyes at Mara. "I said <i>now</i>!"<br />
"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" she exclaimed, immediately jumping to her feet and rushing out of the bedroom. <br />
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The whole process seemed to last forever this time. Lee was more forceful with her, and seemed to lose any respect that he may have gained in the past few months. It would have been a nightmare for Mara, had she not have had her mind on someone else . . .<br />
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"<i>Jason!</i>" Mara screamed in her fantasy.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Mama . . Wake up, Mama," a sweet sing-song voice interrupted Mara's dream. Mara's eyelids fluttered, and she took a look at the person standing in front of her. <br />
"Marri?"<br />
"Yes, Mama. Dad said I could age up early." Mara sighed, and sat up. <br />
"And why did he tell you that?" Mara asked her.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I don't know. He just said it was important." <br />
<i>To get rid of you quicker, no doubt</i>, Mara thought but didn't say.<br />
"Well aren't you so beautiful, Marri," Mara stared, noticing Marri's <i>Trish</i> eyes still very apparent. "So what should we do today?" </div><div style="text-align: left;">In that instant, Marri's stomach growled, as if on que. "I guess we should start with that. Marri, do you want to help your mother in the kitchen?" Marri squealed, answering. </div><div style="text-align: left;">"Yes, yes, yes!" Mara laughed, and they headed down to the kitchen.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"--and then you stir it up, and put in on to cook," Mara said, demonstrating how to cook Pancakes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Can I try?" Marri asked. Mara nodded, handing her the spoon and bowl. Marri took it, and began stirring the batter. </div><div style="text-align: left;">"Good, good. Now, bring it over here and pour it in the pan." Marri did so, with the help of her mother.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Flip it, flip it! See--like this," Mara showed her. Marri twirled the spatula in her hand, and commenced to flipping the Pancake. She did so so skillfully, Mara didn't even have to help her. Mara turned off the heat and served the breakfast. <br />
"Excellent, Marri! I think you're a natural!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Since Marri had not yet picked up the skill to use chopsticks, they thought it would be a better idea to use a fork, instead of the usual traditional utensil. They could practice later.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">*** </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Over the next few days, nothing changed. Except the fact that Marri was obsessed with her room now, which would be pretty obvious. She hardly comes out of her room except for things she needs, or to speak to her mother. As usual, Lee had nothing to do with either one of them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The Trish's have adopted a bird, whom they call Lago. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mara has experienced numerous accounts of nausea, normal symptoms for pregnancy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Often Mara would think of Jason. She had a slightly guilty conscience, feeling as though these feelings toward Jason were cheating on her husband, but the way he'd been treating her lately made her so lonely, and she longed for a good man such as Jason. Lee used to be a good man, and she used to love him, but then he became just another one of the other men in the world. She doubted if she would ever see him again, however.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mara sat quietly in her town's library reading a Chinese biography. She heard the chair slide in front of her, but ignored the sound as she was caught up in her reading.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"What'cha readin', Miss?" Jason's voice echoed. Mara looked up from her book, stunned. <br />
"Jason!" she exclaimed. He grinned. Then Mara blushed, noting how quickly she responded to his voice. Did he notice? Would he care? She cleared her throat. "I-I thought maybe you might have gone back to Sunset Valley."</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Nope, not yet anyways. Besides, how could I just leave without telling you goodbye?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled at him. "Ah. I see you've got another one on the way. . ." She nodded slowly, remembering the night. It was the first night she'd dreamed of Jason, instead of her husband. "How far along are ya?"<br />
"Nine months."<br />
"Has it really been that long already?" She nodded again. He sighed, and bolted from his seat as he heard her screams. "What's wrong, Mara?!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">"The baby!" she screamed. "It's coming <i>now</i>!" Instinctively, he rushed her out of the library and to hospital, constantly telling her that he was taking her and that was final. She didn't need to thank him, either. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Janna Trish</i>, wouldn't be what Lee was expecting, or hoping for. . .</div><br />
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<span id="goog_1390833096"></span><span id="goog_1390833097"></span>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-80026901686783907142011-09-20T23:13:00.003-04:002012-01-27T23:03:18.781-05:00And The Plot Thickens!<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Mara felt so alone, and she couldn't help but think, was she doing the right thing? Was it right to move away from it all? Away from the accident<i>. . .</i> The <i>terrible</i> accident that seemed to <i>kill</i> them all on the <i>inside</i>.<br />
She found her father outside, practicing his Martial Arts, typically. Tears brimmed her eyes. "Father?" she asked, nearing break-down. "Yes, D-" he started, but turned and saw her face. "Aw, my precious daughter," he cooed. <br />
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He pulled her into his arms fondly, and breathed in her familiar perfume. "My sweet daughter, she still lives with you, in here. ." he said, pointing at her beating, aching heart. She pulled away from him, and wiped her watery eyes on her bare arm before looking deep into her father's wise chocolate eyes. "You always know what to say to cheer me up," she mumbled. "Shouldn't I?" he asked, chuckling. She smiled again, and turned as she heard her father clear his throat. She turned back to him. "Yes, Father?" He motioned for her to follow him, and she did.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shing Hong, Mara's father, led her to a small little secluded place with a man, standing. Mara blinked, wondering why she'd been brought here, and soon it was answered. The man bowed to Mara. "I am Lee Kei, coming to you for a personal request." Mara was confused. What request? Her father must have noticed, because he spoke up. "Mara, Daughter, Lee and his family have presented Bride Price." Mara turned and glared at her father. He shrugged. But why would that have been his fault, it was a tradition. Mara sighed, thinking it over. She couldn't disgrace her Chinese-ancestors.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lee raised a hand to her cheek and caressed it. She knew better than to pull away from him, and she she stayed frozen, but smiled nontheless. "You have gifts waiting for you at your home, <i>Mara</i>."</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>-Days Later-</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mara could hardly believe it was the day of her marriage. This marked an important part of her life, and even though she didn't get to pick the man she married, she was glad it was Lee and not some other Chinese men. Lee is actually pretty sweet, yet perfectly aware of his position as the traditional man. She was beginning to hope she was the perfect wife, and could give him many sons. Even still, she still wished to have a few daughters of her own, and couldn't fight that urge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lee's family was at her home that day, paying respects to each other and to the family deities, of course. Soon everyone was settled in, and Mara was excited to get to the next part of the marriage.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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After a little while, the couple exchange rings, and stared at each other for a while after the ceremony. Mara's father cried, and looked shocked and happy. He was happy because his daughter seemed to have chemistry and love for her new husband, something that is sometimes hard to come by with arranged marriages.<br />
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Lastly, to conclude their Wedding Banquet (xǐ-jǐu), Mara offered tea to her husband's family. It was a small wedding, but that was the best of it for Mara. She preferred it that way, and her big day was a success.<i></i><br />
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</i></div> Shing announced that he found a new home for himself, with Mara protesting. Shing, of course, didn't listen to his daughter's protests and went anyways, telling her that a married couple need their own space for the future. Which Mara knew what he meant by that, and knew tonight <i>was</i> the night.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Mara and her husband were lying on their bed, talking. They both knew it was the time, Mara needed to be pregnant. For the Kei clan to exist, sons needed to be born. Mara blushed, and attempted to cover her face with her fan. Lee smiled, and Mara put it away. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mara pulled her husband to her, a little embarrassed by their body touching for the first time. His body was oddly warm, a little too warm. Was it his first time too? She swallowed, and they began kissing before woohooing for both of their first times. They heard the lullaby, and it was then they both fell asleep to it still ringing in their ears.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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That morning, Mara was sick. That was another sign, and she was sure her husband would be proud. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As she walked into the dining/tea room, the smell of breakfast fresh from the stove turned her stomach. Her hand went up to her mouth, as if she was to be nauseous again, but then suddenly stopped, and the smell turned into food again, edible food. Lee smiled at her as she ran over to get her plate and eagerly sat down. She waited for him to be seated before they ate their waffles together.<br />
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Mara worked on her wilting garden for a couple hours. She hoped to obtain more seedlings before too long, so she could watch them grow. <br />
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Then she started practicing the traditional Martial Arts. She wished she could start at her father's level and start up, but of course that's impossible. Either way, the whole time she thought about her mother Salline Trish's death. It was odd, and miserable. Nobody in the family expected it, and Mara became overwhelmed and stressed being in the same house her mother used to live in, and especially with Mara's step-father (Alex.) Her mind played out the events of the tragic day, and how Mara had contacted her father and arranged to come 'home' to China. She'd always had contact with her father, but never visited him in China. When she got to her homeland, she found it incredible and decided to stay there indefinitely. <br />
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The sound of her husband's slowed movements caught her attention, and she turned to face him. He was sporting a new belt, the white belt. (level 1) Mara giggled. "Very good." He did a ninja-like pose to show off even more, and Mara couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked doing it. She smiled at him before returning to her own practicing dummy.<br />
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Soon after her husband, Mara was able to show off her yellow belt! (level 2) She imitated the fearless pose of her husband, laughing. Then her nausea started again, and she hurried off. <br />
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Then she took a hot bath, literally scrubbing her skin. When she finished, she felt like a new person! It was so refreshing.<br />
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That night, Mara was awoken by an eccentric feeling in her stomach. Almost like a. . <i>kick</i>! Mara's mouth twisted in a prideful smile, and she rubbed her stomach fondly. Her first pregnancy! Slowly, her eyes turned icy as she faded out of the reality and into deep thought.<br />
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Her mother's horrific car accident replayed in her mind. . .<br />
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It was another normal day for the Trish family, or as usual as it could have been since Mara's mother's miscarriage of her brothers. Mara knew her mother had been acting odd since she was born, the only survivor, but never expected it to end like this.<br />
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Her and Alex were married, though had been arguing that day, and Salline took off in her SUV for some fresh air. She needed to cool down, and take her mind off of her dead children. The tears clouded her vision as she drove; she knew she needed to pay attention, but at the time she was worried about other things, and that was why it happened.<br />
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Salline hit a car head on, killing her in a matter of seconds.<br />
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Mara's mother had 18 children, Mara being the last. She knew her mother had a challenge going to have 100. "If not for me, then for her honor," Mara said as she pledged to continue the challenge for her mother's sake.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>-Days later-</b></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Mara welcomed <i>Marri Trish</i> to the family!</div><br />
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</div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-39087639466069676302011-08-11T23:11:00.002-04:002011-09-01T18:31:14.473-04:00Babies: 16-18: Romantic Getaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwzgaNhu8rtXJ-mCq-du8-tJBYSRtVDi34Mi6KK5_r2vm4kHBsCOlw0V4tfkyxCIpyMTOQcixWHIi-zhHhAq2kcvGhrAka7yGCkWbxdE7u464pmdvG-AVFrjfFX6xFYnbrz14neW7gt2M/s1600/Screenshot-14+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwzgaNhu8rtXJ-mCq-du8-tJBYSRtVDi34Mi6KK5_r2vm4kHBsCOlw0V4tfkyxCIpyMTOQcixWHIi-zhHhAq2kcvGhrAka7yGCkWbxdE7u464pmdvG-AVFrjfFX6xFYnbrz14neW7gt2M/s640/Screenshot-14+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
After a few days of the triplets being teens (sorry, no pictures), Salline was feeling confident that her daughters would grow up to be great young vampire women, and so she said goodbye to Aleesha, Lateesha, and Patreesha. They moved out, eagerly awaiting to see what the world had other than a house-full of kids.<br />
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Bryce, Riley, and Luke grew into children. They were charming! You could tell the similarities between them all, they truly were triplets.<br />
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Then of course she started her regular duties; she did the laundry.<br />
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~cleaned out the rotten food.<br />
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-made breakfast.<br />
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-and even took out the trash.<br />
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Salline walked in the door after taking out the trash to only hear Alex talking to Riley. "I love your mom, Riles," Alex said, oblivious to her presence. "But?" Riley asked. "But she's doing that challenge without me." He frowned. "Tell her how you feel! I think she loves you back." "No, no, I couldn't do that," Alex shook his head. Riley turned his head to see his mother and mumbled, "Well I think you just did." Alex turned, and Salline saw his face turn a bright red. Salline ran to her room again, without a word.<br />
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Salline did a three-way-call to both Charmain and Addy, telling them of what she just witnessed. "Oh, Salline! It finally happened!" Charmain exclaimed. "What do you mean?" Salline asked. "He finally told you. Sorta. Anyways, you have to stop hiding. He's not gonna wait forever," Addy mentioned. "I'm not hiding!" Salline shot back. "Salline, you are. Truly. You're afraid he won't take you back," Charmain said. "No, I'm just continuing the challenge! I'm not afraid of anything...except spiders." Salline sighed and ended the call. She knew they were right, but didn't want to admit it to herself.<br />
Salline felt trapped. She was stuck between the love of her life, and the challenge with the men she hardly knew. She loved her children, and Alex too. She wanted to get away! So she did.-<br />
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They arrived at our rooms soon after. They were in China! Salline had always wanted to go here. The bad part is, Salline only had the funds to get two rooms. The boys shared a room, and so did her and Alex. She couldn't just leave Alex at home, that wouldn't help their situation and probably create another one.<br />
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Salline was sight-seeing and searching the shops when she came across a book store. She wasn't that much into books, but figured one of her kids might be one day, so she went in. A handsome boy behind the register greeted her, his voice soft, yet firm, and quick, heavy with his accent. Salline offered a smile, no longer thinking of books. He would make an excellent father! "Can I help you?" he asked. "So, uh, I'm Salline Trish, a tourist. I'm on a mission to have 100 babies. Would you like to help with that?" He looked shocked for a moment, but began locking the register and turning off the lights. He winked at her.<br />
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~~ GAME SCREWUP!<br />
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Yes, this is what I had for you, right before my game screwed up. It made it to where she couldn't have children because they wouldn't finish the action. I removed all mods, CC, and it still wouldn't work. I tried resetSim and EVERYTHING I knew to get it working again, and yet it refused. So I had to uninstall! Unfortunately for you guys, getting my game working again is more important to me than blogging about it. :\ Maybe my game wanted to forever be a cliff-hanger!? But I'll tell you what I had in mind. . At the end, Alex set up a romantic setting around their foreign bedroom, and they talked. Salline agreed to only continue the challenge with him, and he tells her he doesn't care that she is now pregnant. Salline would have 3 chinese babies, and then in the next post, the marriage! And then forever on it would be a sweet ending with alot more kids. :P But seeing as that was determined NOT to happen, this is the end. :(<br />
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<b>EDIT: </b>I have decided to make the game-screw-up part of my story, and will play it as such! Hope you guys enjoy it!Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-60519368168925790422011-07-23T22:21:00.001-04:002012-01-30T22:53:57.382-05:00Babies 13,14,15: Ghostly Request<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6QNW3yvSifGR8cpL_HvHrXaF8jJWJFSkIi9D6TWpleJkOlmlqjjIQ3zQqKmh3bPm4ILgtBhCCU0K-mF2He9neCsfOqSdYEZq0Icb95mQRSQVZLqAAoKD1AgSUqLZzsQM1Al1EMS38sY/s1600/Screenshot-7trip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6QNW3yvSifGR8cpL_HvHrXaF8jJWJFSkIi9D6TWpleJkOlmlqjjIQ3zQqKmh3bPm4ILgtBhCCU0K-mF2He9neCsfOqSdYEZq0Icb95mQRSQVZLqAAoKD1AgSUqLZzsQM1Al1EMS38sY/s640/Screenshot-7trip.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Salline couldn't wait to continue the challenge and eagerly started aging up the kids. The first ones she aged were the triplets. All 3 seemed to take after their father and inherited some bit of his vampirecy. Aleesha seemed to get the least of it though, and Salline hoped that her eyes might get their natural glow later on.<br />
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The twins were next. It was hard to believe they were twins! Charmain seemed to take after Salline a bit more, and Danielle took after her father. Except Charmain got her father's hair color, and Danielle got Salline's. Both girls got their father's eye color however.<br />
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Zander was last. He was a handsome young adult, and Salline was sad to see him go, but children must leave for more to come.<br />
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Salline found some time to tend her dying garden, since everything was in order. Everyone was fed, clean, and content. But she found herself wondering about the past.<br />
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That is why later she found herself at the cemetery, visiting Luna's grave. "Luna, you are missed," she mumbled. "Umm. Miss?" someone called. Salline jumped. She didn't think anyone else was around. "Yes?" she said, turning. Her mouth dropped. It was a ghost! "Are you the one we hear about? The one whose goal is 100 babies?" "Y-Yes." "Might you accept me as a challenge father?" he asked. Salline smiled. "Of course." <br />
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</div>They kissed to seal the deal, and Salline took him back to her place to see it through. <i>This is what you get, Alex</i>, Salline thought sourly.<br />
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After Tragic Clown (the ghost) had left, and they heard the lullaby, Salline woke up and was greeted by a few messes in the kitchen. Someone had apparently tried to cook while she was sleeping, and didn't clean up their mess. She sighed and started working.<br />
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The house was a mess! A couple hours without Salline and this is what you get. So Salline cleaned the toilet after the dishes and counter.<br />
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</div>Then she did the massive load of laundry. She had never saw so much laundry in her life! But that's what you get when you have so many kids, she guessed.<br />
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By the time she'd finished, Salline was going to check on the kids and perhaps teach them some skills when she noticed Charmain had them all diaper changed and fed. She held Lateesha in her arms and was humming a song. "Wow," Salline said. "you should do this more often." She laughed. "Sure thing, Mom." Charmain smiled. Downstairs, Salline found Danielle holding Aleesha.<i> What's going on?</i> It was kind of odd seeing them holding her children and being so kind, but at least they were helping. <i>They'll make good mothers one day.</i><br />
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So they taught the vampire triplets how to walk! They also taught them to talk. Having the girls around to help was so efficient!<br />
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Salline had to clean the dirty horse highchair. It was annoying that Aleesha had thrown her dinner all over it, but Salline knew she couldn't be mad at her for long. She was just a toddler, anyways.<br />
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Salline made Autumn Salad for dinner that night. It was another one of those "silent" dinners. The only thing said was Danielle wished to get into a fight with someone and win. Salline enjoyed the silence though, she didn't want Alex to know of her pregnancy until they baby was born, so he could be in for a shocker.<br />
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The girls took a break from helping Salline to have fun in the sprinklers.<br />
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Meanwhile, Salline put the triplets to bed. They were exhausted, and Salline wasn't too far off. Plus she was feeling a little nauseous as a pre-pregnancy symptom. She went to bed early.<br />
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Of course that didn't go well. She woke up shortly after that. Though that only means the 'deal' was a successful one. Right? She weakly made it back in her room. She couldn't help but feel that there might be something off about this pregnancy. Something weird. She would schedule an appointment tomorrow with her doctor to be sure.<br />
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The girls woke up early and had cereal before heading off to their first day of high school. Nobody else was up yet, not even the toddlers. <br />
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Of course, with the girls gone, Salline was left to care for the triplets on her own. It wasn't too chaotic though, considering she'd been doing it for a while before Luna <i>left</i>. She didn't mind being on her own much.<br />
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Salline was about to feed Lateesha when she felt a kick, confirming her pregnancy. She smiled, and eagerly fed the triplets. She remembered the odd feeling she had last night, and called her doctor.<br />
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"Yes. May I talk to the doctor please?" Salline asked. They put her on hold. Finally he answered. "Yes?" "Dr. Landgraab, would you meet me someplace, that way you can check out my pregnancy? I think something is wrong. ." "I'm at home." Salline hung up.<br />
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Salline made sure the girls were content before she left. Alex was there, so she didn't worry about hiring a baby sitter.<br />
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He met her at the door and did a small inspection of her stomach. "How odd, I don't feel a heart beat. Salline, I'm afraid you've had a miscarriage." Her eyes widened. "Are you sure?" He hugged her sympathetically. "I'm sorry." "O-okay," she stuttered before leaving.<br />
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Danielle and Charmain were doing their homework as Salline walked in. "What's wrong, Mom?" Charmain asked, noticing her silence. Salline didn't answer. She felt sick. Her first miscarriage. . Challenge moms don't have miscarriages. Why did she have one?<br />
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Despite her feelings, Salline still made dinner for everyone. She was family-based, and she felt it was her job to keep everyone happy and healthy, even if it hurt her. She ate and abruptly went to her room.<br />
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She turned up the music really loud, so nobody would hear her tears. She couldn't believe it. She'd lost a baby. She wrapped her arms around her legs, and hung her head low. <i>Why me?</i><br />
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Soon after she heard the door creak open, and her daughters scurried in. "Mom?" Danielle called. They walked in anyways and sat on the bed. "Mom, what's wrong?" Charmain asked. Salline sniffed and looked them both in the eyes. "Doc says I've lost the baby." Charmain wrapped her arms around her mother. "Mom, you're a great mom. Just because you lost <i>one</i> baby doesn't change that. You did <i>nothing</i> wrong."<br />
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"I love you girls," Salline said, smiling. "Now get to bed, it's late." "Kay, Mom," Danielle said, leaving.<br />
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Salline kissed her daughter on her forehead. "Goodnight, Mom. I love you." "I love you too." Salline hugged her before going to bed.<br />
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When she woke up, she noticed the twins were already gone to school, and that she had woke up late. She found a note from Alex stating that he was at work at the military building. <i>Since when did he get a job?</i> <br />
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And then took care of the triplets. Aleesha started talking about doctors when she was playing with her siblings, maybe she would be a doctor when she grew up. <i>Growing up</i>, Salline thought. It was time yet again for a round of birthdays.<br />
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They were all gorgeous, though Aleesha still hadn't gained her true vampiress eyes. Salline began to wonder if she ever would. Thankfully Lateesha and Patreesha didn't tease her about it.<br />
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Charmain and Danielle were both stunning young adults! Danielle moved out quickly. Charmain hung back a few minutes before she left.<br />
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Everyone went to sleep soon after all the birthdays were over, and their bellies were full. They were exhausted, and the girls had their first day of school in the morning.<br />
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Salline woke up early, and sat up as she heard footfalls near her. "Salline, why are you-" "Because I feel like it, Kay?" Alex blinked. "Well <i>somebody's</i> grouchy." Salline sighed. "Sorry," she said as she stood. A car horn sounded outside, and Alex turned. "Gotta go to work." <br />
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Salline was about to make the triplets some breakfast for school as she felt a sharp pain. <i>I'm dying; this can't be happening!</i><br />
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The girls were freaking out. Their screams combined with her own didn't help the situation much. Nobody knew what to do! They were helpless. Where's Alex when you need him? Of course, <i>work</i>.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Salline couldn't even begin to show how surprised she was! She didn't have a miscarriage, she only had ghostly babies! Salline held them all tight. She loved them already.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Salline also heard from a long-lost grandmother of the triplets that sent them each a 'special' friend. <i>Well, here we go again.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Hope you enjoyed the smaller post. :\ I did. I love ghosties! <3 If you would like to request a name for future babies, feel free to post here: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Salline-Trishs-100-Baby-Challenge/144364998975016">Request</a> More soon! :3</b></div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-32027052438826162842011-07-13T00:41:00.267-04:002011-07-22T15:39:47.963-04:00Babies 10&11&12: Relationships<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXQCLjrYxjJwTS_1BFczL6lTq901e3su4_9_vVlcTwkZCEcyRV3tL6mr0EDGVX44hjIUN1etYXQHNLu6prRqJWKsh7fl21BUaJH0vd0dmE3Ykk2HZZCagxawoTd5eBwBe9HUtgKY_mAo/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXQCLjrYxjJwTS_1BFczL6lTq901e3su4_9_vVlcTwkZCEcyRV3tL6mr0EDGVX44hjIUN1etYXQHNLu6prRqJWKsh7fl21BUaJH0vd0dmE3Ykk2HZZCagxawoTd5eBwBe9HUtgKY_mAo/s640/Screenshot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
With a new 'single' relationship status, Salline decided to give herself a new look. She needed to continue the challenge now that the twins were born; but what about Alex? Salline also missed her child-hood, and her new hairstyle reflected that.<br />
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Salline was feeling hungry, and knew she would have to age up Jayde and Micah soon so she could continue on with the challenge, but she didn't want them to leave so soon. She prepared everyone a pretty good sized pot of Mac & Cheese. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(because in real life that's what I want e.e)</i></span><br />
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Meanwhile, Alex was upstairs with Micah trying to squeeze any information out of her. "Has your mom talked about me or said anything?" "I.. Uh," Micah looked at the floor. "Well?" he pursued. Micah pushed passed him, unsure of what she should say.<br />
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Alex fed Danielle for the first time. She was so tiny, and her skin was so soft. The corners of his lips twitched in a smile. He was beginning to love the babies. Well, he never hated them. It wasn't their fault that their mother cheated on him. He snuggled her close before gently placing her in her crib and going downstairs to eat with the family.<br />
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Salline had just put down the Mac and Cheese as the doorbell rang. She was surprised to see Marty Keaton standing on her doorstep. "Hey, I'm Marty Keaton." "I know," Salline said. He flexed his muscles. "So.. I was wondering if I could be the next father in your challenge?" he asked. "Umm.." Salline turned and gazed in through the window. She saw Alex, and got the best idea. Besides, she did need to continue the challenge, and at the moment, Alex wasn't cooperating. She gave him a flashy grin. "Of course. I'll swing by your place soon. Is that alright?" "Sure," he said before hugging her and leaving.<br />
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The family had dinner together. Salline and Alex sat on opposite sides of the table, and Alex saw Salline's new look. He didn't show it, but secretly he felt a mixed emotion of love and lust for her. He missed her, but he didn't want to be the first one to admit it. Salline didn't show him any emotion either, just kept her distance and stayed confident.<br />
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</div>After putting everyone to bed, Salline finished teaching her little Night Owl his skills, and decided to age him up. There were no free cribs anyways, so he would need to sleep in a kid's bed. Salline was sort of sad to see her sweet baby growing up, but it was worth it. All needed to grow up and spread their wings someday.<br />
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Apparently although Zander aged up, he still loves his "Lorissa" deeply. Who knew a toy could be so meaningful. He says it's his friend though, so Salline doesn't go against him on it. Though she did have to make him put it away so he would go to bed.<br />
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</div>After everyone went to bed, Zander snuck out of bed and invited Lorissa to a "tea party." He was wide-awake. That toy sure did cause a lot of problems. Zander had school in the morning. Hopefully he didn't fall asleep during class. He eventually put her away and went to sleep though.<br />
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The kids were running a little late because they decided to sleep in until the bus pulled up. There wasn't time for breakfast, so they all got onto the bus with empty stomachs.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Salline decided to age up the twins so she could teach them all their necessary skills. Charmain was stunning, her father's true daughter. She got his black hair, pale features, and blue eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Zander's Imaginary Friend, Lorissa, became real. Zander almost couldn't believe his eyes, but they weren't lying. She even helped him with his homework.<br />
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Landon also stopped by the house unexpectedly, totally oblivious to the distance between Salline and Alex.<br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Charmain-Smiths-100-Baby-Challenge/194537640595266">Charmain Smith</a> decided to stop by and Salline explained what happened at (and after) the bar and where she had gone apparently. Salline also showed Charmain Trish to her new friend, whom she had named her after anyways. "She's a cutie," Charmain said, smiling at the toddler. "She got her daddy's hair and eyes," Salline mumbled. "That she did," Charmain agreed. "So what about Alex? What should I do?" she asked. "I mean, I need to continue the challenge, but he won't agree to be the challenge father with all this nonsense about me 'cheating' on him when I didn't even know." Charmain thought it out for a moment. "Continue the challenge without him. I agree with Micah. Besides, it could bring him crawling back to you." Then Salline asked her to spend the night; Charmain agreed.<br />
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</div> Further into the night, Salline was feeling younger again. They had pillow fights, and shared deep down secrets about each other that nobody else knew. They were best friends, and Salline felt like she could trust Charmain better than anyone. She also gave Charmain a makeover. She was stunning! She's always so beautiful; Salline only changed her hairstyle and clothes and added some makeup. After joking around with her new best friend, Salline went to sleep.<br />
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Alex decided to take a shower, unaware that one of the kids had put a trap in it. Let's just say he didn't like yellow hair much. He had to ruin the fun though, and took another shower to wash it out.<br />
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Charmain decided to hold baby Charmain before she went to bed. It was cute.<br />
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Charmain eventually got tired and slept in Salline's bed, and Alex took the couch. Salline's bed was warm, cozy, and soft. It was nice.<br />
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Alex found the man behind the phone call: Yuin Xi. Alex was disgusted by the man's jerk-ness. He was horrible. "Ah, so you're that pretty girl's little Boy Toy?" Yuin asked sharply. Alex's eyes narrowed. "I'm not her husband anymore. Not since you." "Oh, did I cause that? Sorry. I just saw a pretty girl at a bar and was drunk. Poor thing. She didn't even know what she was doing." Yuin had a sickening laugh and Alex's eyes widened. "She didn't know?" he wondered. "Hell no. But it would have been funny if she had, don't you think?" Yuin's lip curled in an evil smile. Alex had it with this jerk. He couldn't hold himself anymore.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"And don't you dare treat another girl like that. Especially not <i>my</i> girl!" Alex huffed as Yuin got up from the ground. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Salline and Charmain were giggling as Alex walked in. Salline had just finished telling Charmain her favorite joke. Charmain was in her bra and panties; it would have made his day if he didn't have eyes just for Salline. He needed to talk to Salline though. "Salline? I need to talk to you." Salline smiled at Charmain but Alex couldn't see. Charmain giggled about their plan they had. "Well, goodbye Charmain. I hope you come and stay real soon! Right now I need to go work on the challenge though. See ya!" Salline said, attempting to tease Alex. Charmain left, and Salline didn't give Alex another look or word. She aged up the teens so she could continue the challenge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the girls had left, Salline called Marty to make sure everything was ready and set. He would be the new challenge father. He said he was and expected her soon. "I'll be there," she said calmly and hung up. She would be doing this for her challenge, and for Alex's jealousy. Salline put on her new clothes and started over to his place.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Alex stopped her a few feet from the door. "Where are you going all dressed up?" he asked. "To the next challenge father's house," Salline said confidently. "What? I thought we were going to talk, I have something to tell-" he started. Salline cut him off though, just as rudely as he did to her days ago. "You don't control my life. Remember? You're not my husband anymore." She walked around him and out the door.<br />
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</div>They sealed the deal, but I hate to admit that Salline was thinking of Alex the whole time. Marty was gentle with Salline though, he was really strong, and not just because he had muscles. He was a vampire!<br />
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When she got back, she was surprised to see that Alex didn't yell. He asked her to watch the stars with him though, and she accepted. They sat on the front porch, and she couldn't help but smile as he stared at her. She still loved him, and she knew in her heart he still loved her. "So I met that guy today," Alex began. "Who?" "Yuin--the guy from the bar." "Oh," Salline said, looking at her shoes. "Turns out he used you.. and you didn't even have a clue what you were doing, because you were drunk," Alex said. Salline nodded. "I tried to tell you." "-and I wouldn't listen. I'm sorry, Salline." Salline glanced at her stomach. "I'm pregnant with Marty Keaton's baby, Alex." "I know." "And this doesn't bother you?" she asked. "Well.. You are my <i>ex</i>-wife, after all. Your decisions are yours to make." Salline rolled her eyes. Maybe her plan wasn't working after all. What Alex said wasn't what he wanted to say though; in truth, his head was screaming. He wanted to be her husband again. To hold her, and to love her, but that would have to wait. He sighed and stood. "I'm going to bed." Salline stared up at the stars before going back in the house.<br />
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Salline fed the twins before she went to bed. She was exhausted; who knew why. The next morning, Salline noticed how cramped it was getting in her small little house. She knew she needed to move. She totaled up all her money she'd made so far and spent it on a new house.<br />
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Charmain had helped Salline move her stuff into the new house, but Salline wanted to ask her a important question. "Charmain, there's an apartment right next to me. Do you want to move into it? I could talk the owner into it. He owns both of these." "Omg. Really? I mean, I wouldn't want to be a burden." "Nonsense!" "Then of course! Wait. Can a friend of mine move in with me?" "Sure, it's not like I can tell you not to." "I think you'll like her. She's really sweet and nice," Charmain said. The girls smiled at eachother before going downstairs to fix breakfast. Charmain called her friend over and told her to pack her bags.<br />
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"So what's your name?" Salline asked Charmain's friend. "Shayla Shoopman, but most people call me Shay," the girl said shyly. Salline turned from the stove and looked her over. "Aren't you that girl that likes to write blogs?" "I do enjoy writing. It's very fun," Shay said. "I've read your blogs. I think they're pretty good. Pretty unique too, don't ya think, Charmain?" Salline wondered. "Shay already knows how much I love her blogs. I'm her number one fan!" Charmain exclaimed happily.<br />
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They finished a good breakfast, and Salline asked if they could all get a group picture. They did so; they were all best friends now, and Salline was happy she had such great friends to lean on when she needed them.<br />
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After that, Shay and Charmain went home to their new apartment, while Salline went up to check on the twins. She remodeled their bedroom and found the new version quite pleasing.<br />
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Salline was exhausted from the move, but she decided to teach Charmain to talk before she went to bed. Danielle was content to play at the table, so didn't mind when Salline taught Charmain a skill before her.<br />
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Meanwhile, Zander asked Alex to read him a bedtime story. The move had apparently taken a toll on him the most, because he was very tired and going to bed at only 8 pm. Salline felt a pang of jealousy because he chose Alex over his mother, but decided it wasn't personal, and the hormones from the pregnancy must have been making her overeact.<br />
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Salline fed both twins, and put them in their new cribs. Salline was ready for rest just as Zander was. (<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Sorry guys for the short captions. :\ I'm tired. Been up already 21 hours.</span>)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Salline was about to go to bed when the sparkles surrounded Alan, and he aged into a fine teenager. Salline sighed, still coping with the idea of her children growing up and moving out. She hugged her son and headed off to bed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Salline didn't reach the bed before she felt sick. She weakly stood up and walked to the bed. She truly was exhausted. The floor even looked like a good resting place to her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Salline finally found sleep a little after midnight. She was lucky to have made it to the bed, or else she would have passed out on the floor.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Salline got out of bed stiffly about an hour after she'd finally fell asleep. She got a baby bump! Not matter how tired she was, she still loved knowing baby 10 was inside her, waiting to make it's appearance in the world. Then she went back to sleep. It would be a rough day tomorrow without alot of sleep behind her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Alan was apparently having an off-day because he accused Alex of being mean. It made Alex feel ashamed, though he didn't take it too far. He knew that Alan was just having high hormones on his first day of teen-hood.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Alan also changed his sister's diaper for Salline. He was such a good kid once you got to know him. He'll probably make a good dad. Who knows? Maybe he'll give Salline her first grandkids.<br />
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Alan got ready for his first day of school and ate some cereal for breakfast while Alex discovered the 'joys' of football. <i>Ugh . . men.</i><br />
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The twins slept silently. They looked so sweet and innocent while they slept so well.<br />
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Alex thankfully prepared waffles for the family, but only he and Zander ate any; Salline was still asleep, and Alan had already ate. They ate in silence; Zander didn't know what to say to Alex, and Alex felt it more awkward than the silence considering Zander and Alex didn't have much of a father/son relationship. Zander was more of a Momma's Boy, and didn't plan on changing that now.<br />
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Danielle had apparently woke up, since Alex held her in his arms. She seemed to want Salline more than him, though, since she was screaming to the top of her lungs for no reason. Salline smiled at Alex as she got out of the shower and took Danielle from his arms. "Ah. Danielle, shhh, Baby. Momma's here," she calmed her. She bounced her in her arms gently, like most mothers did. Alex scowled and walked away.<br />
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After Salline calmed Danielle, she found Charmain playing with the activity table. She decided to teach her how to walk, and then work on Danielle's skills. She picked her up. "Ready to walk, Charmain?" she asked. "Yesss, Mummy." Salline smiled and sat her down.<br />
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Salline held a wobbly Charmain by her palms and pulled her up on her feet. "Okay, now you walk like this," Salline said, walking back a few steps, but not letting go. "Think you can do that? Don't let go unless you think you can." Charmain nodded, and Salline took a few steps back and bent down to the ground. "Okay. Come here," Salline said patiently.<br />
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Salline laughed as Charmain sat down in her place. She must have been too afraid to take her first steps. "Thanks okay, Hunny." She stood up and walked over to her again, picking her up by her palms and lifting her to her feet. "Try again."<br />
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It took a few tries, but eventually Charmain was confident enough to try it on her own. She took her first steps, and Salline was proud of her. She picked her up. "Yay, Charmain!" "Mummy! I did it!" Charmain exclaimed, giggling.m<br />
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About an hour later, Charmain could walk all by herself. Salline picked her up. "Aww. I love my baby girl. You're growing up, aren't you?" Salline asked. "Ywes, Mummy," Charmain said. Salline sighed and kissed the top of her head before going to teach Danielle her skills.<br />
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"Okay, Danielle. Say 'Boogie Man.'" She shook her head. "Easel?" She shook her head again. "Garbage?" Salline tried. "G-gar-garbrage." That was pretty close. "Good, Dani!"<br />
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Zander told his brother that Lorissa was real, but when Alan looked, he didn't see her. "Dude. . Stop imagining things. <i>It's</i> not real." "That's not true! She is real! Aren't you, Lorissa?" He looked over his shoulder to his imaginary friend who nodded. "See?" he questioned Alan. "You're delusional." "Am not!" "Now be quiet. I can't think about this Algebra problem with you pestering me about your hallucinations." "But-" "SHHH." Zander sighed and finished his homework.<br />
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"Yay, Charmain!" Salline exclaimed and clapped her hands after her daughter learned to talk. It was nearing sunset, and Salline was growing hungry again. She decided to teach Danielle to walk tomorrow, and then have a birthday party for them because their birthday was only a day away.<br />
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For that night's dinner, Salline made every one Spaghetti. Zander told her it was great! Salline blushed, but Alex said nothing. Then Zander broke the silence by announcing that his bed was the comfiest one there was. Alex chuckled at his son's randomness, and Salline just finished eating quickly, and took her plate.<br />
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Salline saw someone out the window as she was feeding the twins. <i>Paparazzi again! Ugh. What is it about challenge mothers that attracts them? ...Probably 100 kids. Still, I wish they'd leave.</i> So she went out on the porch to see, and was shocked to see that it was paparazzi. BUT, it was her daughter! Allie had become one of them! She didn't give Salline enough time to talk because she left. "Mama! I'm twired," Charmain called. "Coming," Salline mumbled. <i>Hmm.</i><br />
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Before saying goodbye to his imaginary friend for the night, Zander talked to her. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Lorissa said, brushing away her imaginary hair. "Yes," Zander said. <i>Aww, I taught him well.</i><br />
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</div>Alex walked in with a very sleepy Danielle just as Salline was putting Charmain in her crib. She smiled. He seemed to truly stepping up as a father, even if they weren't his. "Alex, we need to talk-" "What is there to talk about?" he said coldly. He kissed the top of Danielle's head before leaving the room and heading to bed. Salline sighed. There would be no reaching him this way. . But two could play at this game. She went to bed that night with a grin.<br />
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Soon after Alan put his dishes in the dishwasher, the sparkles surrounded him and he became an adult. He chose a more wild hairstyle. .<br />
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Then they surrounded Zander and he aged up into a fine young teenager. He seemed more surprised than his brother though.<br />
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~and you know Salline was there to support them! "My boys!"<br />
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Zander's imaginary friend apparently aged up with him, while Alan moved his stuff out of the household. Zander had three days before he was expected to be at school, so he decided to stay home.<br />
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Salline was about to grab the twins and throw them a little birthday party outside when she noticed Alex holding Charmain. He pulled her a little closer. "Salline. . the truth is- you just hurt me. I love you. I'll always love you. I didn't know the full story. And I'm sorry. Forgive me? Love me?" he pleaded. Salline smirked. This was one of her mind games. "Oh I dunno. ." she said, turning away innocently. She looked over her shoulder. "Maybe later." She winked and took Charmain from him. "Get Danielle and follow me. It's their birthday." He frowned, but did as he was told.<br />
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Salline lit the candles on the Girls' cake, and the family sung Happy Birthday to them.<br />
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The kids hit the sea-saw as soon as they finished aging up. Since they didn't have school for 3 days either, Salline decided to let them play as long as they'd like.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It'd been a while since Salline could relax, so she watched some television to calm her nerves. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Salline stunk. Literally. After watching television for a good solid hour, she went and soaked in a soothing bubble bath.<br />
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</div>For dinner, Salline made sushi. She didn't remember ever making it before, but she was going to try at least. The family seemed to like it. They didn't eat in silence though. Alex started talking to Danielle about how her mother was going to be having a baby.<br />
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Then after dinner, when Salline was about to paint, she went into labor!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Baby 10: Aleesha Trish!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Baby 11: Lateesha Trish</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Baby 12: Patreesha Trish</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
More soon~ and don't forget to check out Salline's facebook page! <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Salline-Trishs-100-Baby-Challenge/144364998975016">Clicky!</a></div></div></div></div></div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-16138927763591323702011-07-07T06:12:00.005-04:002011-07-11T03:47:38.965-04:00Baby 8 & 9: Accidents<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOX6U2Uj-BHxemNPAsLsp0lKs6haeBTSPKFbxgAP3uPIsDxewPLAapObxPbvOjBg-xbpIBiyS07hdtNVNiQah3b27Tkoao-fdeaeo5Oii_seQ3UqJPE_YJsGp6BJ-9x7BMFLZxA1hn58/s1600/Screenshot-76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOX6U2Uj-BHxemNPAsLsp0lKs6haeBTSPKFbxgAP3uPIsDxewPLAapObxPbvOjBg-xbpIBiyS07hdtNVNiQah3b27Tkoao-fdeaeo5Oii_seQ3UqJPE_YJsGp6BJ-9x7BMFLZxA1hn58/s640/Screenshot-76.jpg" width="640" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">"No peeking!" Alex said as he led his wife onto the beach. "Okay, now." He pulled a bouquet of red roses from behind his back and handed them to her. "Alex! They're beautiful! Thank you!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">She ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed. "I wanted to show you that I loved you," he mumbled against her lips. She pulled back and smiled at him. "You did a good job. I love you too," she ran her fingers through his hair again, "and I love your new hair cut!" He gave her a silly grin and she kissed him again. She took his hand and began leading him back to the house as she saw a figure running up to them from up the hill.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Salline ran an intercepted the female. She extended a hand, and the woman took it. "Hi. I'm Charmain. I heard about you from the other challenge mothers. I'm a challenge mother too," Charmain said. Salline eyed Alex over her shoulder and smiled. "Yes, I'm Salline. Currently have baby seven!" Charmain nodded. "So I was wondering if you wanted to meet downtown tonight at the bar with me. We could hang out." "I'd love to go!" Salline exclaimed. "Great!" Charmain squealed as she turned and ran back out of visibility. Salline turned toward her husband.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">"It is okay if I go with her, right?" she asked. "Of course! You need some 'girl time.'" He smiled and wrapped her in his arms. "Te amo, mi amor." <i>I love you, my love.</i> Her stomach gained butterflies, and she squeezed him. "I love youuuu more," she teased. "No I love you more." He smiled and took her hand as they walked back to their home together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Once they were home, they threw Landon a birthday party. He was going to age up later that day anyways. He was sad that he never got another day with Alyssa, and that he never got to go to prom, but he was glad he would be moving out soon. Salline, however, wasn't so glad Landon was aging up. She didn't want another baby to leave her so quickly like Jay had, but she figured one had to leave so they could bring in more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Salline decided to buy them each a "Neon Green" drink. Salline loved it. It made her mouth dumb, but it was so sweet and sour all at the same time. It was like it was attacking her taste buds in a whole new, and enjoyable, way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">After a few drinks, Salline was a<i> little</i> over tipsy. She got on the tables and started dancing, despite Charmain's pleas to get down. Salline's head was spinning, and it was foggy. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing, and that's when he walked up to her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">"Hey, how about you and me go back to my place?" he asked. The drunken Salline didn't recognize what he was truly asking. "Yeah! Take me to your car. I forgot where mine was!" she snorted and laughed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">When Salline opened her eyes, she noticed the wallpaper was orange. The bed was orange. She was confused, and she had the worst headache of her life. What happened last night? She remembered being with Charmain and having a blast, then everything was fuzzy from there. Wait.. there was drinking. "Mornin', Beautiful," a deep voice said. Salline's eyes widened and she turned onto her side to see. "Who.. Who're you?" she asked. "Me? Oh you don't need to know my name. Just keep me in mind," he said annoyingly. Salline jumped from the bed, and glared at him. "What did we do?!" He didn't answer, he only raised a brow. Salline ran from the house and got into her car. The tires screeched as she drove home. What would she tell Alex? Wait. How did she know they didn't do anything? Maybe it was a joke. She didn't want to worry Alex with this because she honestly didn't know what happened herself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Alex was waiting in the living room when Salline finally got home. The children had just left for school, and the house was peaceful. Alan and Zander were happily sleeping in their cribs. "Why are you still in your dress?" he smiled at her, completely oblivious to Salline's night with the man from the bar. "Did you sleep over at Charmain's?" Salline nodded and went upstairs. She got a pain killer for her headache and Alex walked in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Alex was holding an odd little doll. It was a burnt yellow, with blue sleeves, green hands, and red spots. It also appeared to have bicycle peddles for feet, or so it reminded her of it. "Umm. What is that?" Salline said. Alex pulled a card out of his back pocket. "Says it's from the Loryans.. or something. It's for Zander." Alex shrugged, turned, and put it in Zander's crib.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Alex hovered over the crib for a moment before heading downstairs. Salline looked over her shoulder at her baby boy. She picked him up and gazed at his quality 'Trish' eyes. Almost all of Salline's children were born with that color eyes, and she was almost certain he was too. A tear dripped to the floor. She cuddled her baby close. "What have I done?" she asked. She pulled back and looked at him again. "You'll always love me, right?" Zander touched her face. The corner's of the baby's mouth turned into a smile and Salline pulled him closer to her carefully. "I love you, Zander." She put him back in his crib and went downstairs to start a load of clothes. They needed to be done so bad; the house was beginning to be over-loaded by them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Salline taught Alan how to talk, and then brought him in to the bathtub. She washed him squeaky clean before getting him out and changing his clothes. It wasn't soon after that she began feeling nauseous. She swallowed hard. <i>Maybe it's just something I ate....But I didn't eat anything yet...Okay, it's because I didn't eat.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">She decided to go on a stroll with Alan to help clear her head. Could she really be pregnant? And by a man she never knew? No. Of course not. But then again..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A couple minutes into their walk, and the signs of an early pregnancy started showing. Salline refused to believe that she could be pregnant by this man she knew for only a few hours. <i>But if I were pregnant, that would help the challenge... Ugh. Stop thinking like that! This is a bad thing!</i> Salline returned home soon after that to help Allie get ready for her prom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Allie chose a plain dress. It was beautiful though, so Salline let her wear it. They scrunched Allie's hair and gave it nice waves. The end result was utterly stunning! Allie was ready for this prom. She hoped her date would come and wouldn't ditch her. But maybe she could find someone else if he did; even though she truly liked Trenton.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A little while later, their limo arrived and Allie eagerly climbed in. She was ready. She could do this. Right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Inside the dance, Allie believed she was impressing Trention with her awesome Chicken Dance. She thought it was going good. He constantly got her punch, and made sure she had a good time. While she was trying to impress him, he was beginning to impress her. Almost halfway through the dance, Allie began wondering if she had fallen for Trenton. They danced together, and it was like a magnetic connection. Everyone even tried to dance like they were!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">When Allie returned home, Salline was finishing up giving Jayde a bedtime story. Salline kissed her precious daughter's head and got up from her bunk slowly. She went to ask Allie about her night. Allie described the prom in great detail, and never left a part out about Trenton. <i>Ah, young love</i>. Salline gave her a smile, hugged her, and headed off to bed. Alex was already asleep.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Salline had to get up early, however. She felt sick again, and couldn't swallow it down. She went into the kitchen and got her some cereal and headed back to bed. Surely, if she was sick, rest would make her feel better. Right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Allie smiled at her and Trenton's picture from the prom. She put it on her bedside table for safe-keeping. That way it would be the first thing she saw in the morning. She sighed and put on her pajamas. Midnight. Welcome Friday morning, because next is Saturday. She crawled into her cozy bed and slept peacefully.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Salline felt nauseous again at 5 am the next morning. She sleepily got up out of her bed, and got a baby bump! She was happy to be pregnant; that meant she wasn't sick or had a disease. But she wasn't happy about who the father was. How would she tell Alex that she was pregnant with another man's baby?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Allie was excited to be out on her own, doing things her way. She hugged her parents and told them she loved them. "You all grow up too fast," Salline mumbled against Allie's shoulder. Allie laughed. "This isn't the last time you'll see me, Mama," she said before leaving the household.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">With Zander as a toddler, Salline could see his resemblance to Alex. Zander also had Alex's eye color. That was a change, but for the better probably. Salline got his 'special toy' and gave it to him. He seemed to like it a lot. But then Alex came out. He looked angry at something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Alex's eyes were narrowed and he was talking to someone. "Do you know anything about this?" he asked in a harsh tone. "About what?" "Don't play dumb, Salline. There's a guy on the phone asking me if you have your baby bump yet." Salline's mouth gaped open in surprise. "Alex.. I.." Alex hung up the phone and glared at her. "The night at the bar. We were drinking, and-" she tried to plead but was cut off. "I don't want to hear it. I thought we agreed." "We did. I didn't-" "-And if you don't want to be with me fully, or need another man in your life, then I.. Then I don't want to be with you anymore!" he exclaimed. He turned and stormed off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Salline hung her head in her hands and cried as he walked away. <i>I'm pregnant. Shouldn't I be happy?</i> <i>That man. What was his name? I need to find him.. Teach him a lesson. Or something. Why me?</i> Salline sighed and wiped her tears from her face. She would have fun. She needed to have fun. "Come on, Kids. Get out here!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Salline had to stick to the pool for the safety of her baby, but she watched her children play in the water slide. She smiled as they laughed happily and had a great time. The best in a while. Now if only she felt that way. She knew she would soon have to clue them in on why she and Alex broke up, and why her stomach was getting bigger so quickly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A few hours later, Salline decided to teach Jayde how to drive. About 3 hours later, Salline and Jayde were still alive and well. Jayde actually did pretty well. She was cautious, despite a few screeches of the brakes. She was easy to teach, and learned quickly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Since Alex was at whose else's house, Salline agreed to let Alan sleep in her bed. It was better than to have an empty space beside her, though. She read him a story as he went to sleep, and then followed his example.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The next morning, the kids were all home watching television since it was Saturday. Finally, a day she could squeeze and snuggle her children. She smiled as she began making them all peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Maybe today she could tell them why Alex wasn't home too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">They ate in silence. Perhaps the girls already knew, or were waiting for Salline to tell them. Either way, Salline could only think of a number of ways to tell them the heartbreaking news. She swallowed hard, and waited for Alan to sit at the table with his plate. "I'm calling a family meeting after lunch," she said and rose from her chair. She gathered her dish and took it to the kitchen. She washed it, and waited in the livingroom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Salline waited until everyone was settled to begin. "Okay," she began, but smiled as Zander settled against her. She cleared her throat and tried again, "Okay, so as you all know, your father isn't home." The girls snorted. "And probably won't be for a while. Do you know why?" The kids shook their heads. "Well.. We broke up. Because when Mommy went out to the party with Charmain, she got a little crazy. The baby in Mommy's belly is not Alex's." The girls gasped, Zander seemed oblivious, and Alan didn't seem to care. "Mom, why?" Jayde asked confidently. "Well, Girls. To be honest, I don't know him." <i>It sounds worse than it is, </i>she thought guiltily. "I was drunk, and I don't even remember it. The only thing I remember is going with Charmain, and waking up next to him. I didn't even know if we had done anything." Salline shrank in the presence of her children, feeling filthy. Micah snorted. "Did you tell him that?" "He didn't let me," Salline mumbled. "Then he's a jerk. You don't need him if that's how he's going to act. You don't need a boy; you need a <i>man</i>," Micah said. Jayde smiled and nodded, agreeing with her sister. Salline felt the sting of salty tears down her cheeks. Her daughters were so wise and smart, unlike her. She pulled them close and hugged them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Later that day, while Salline made dinner, Alan played <i>peek-a-boo!</i> with Zander. It was so cute!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">After dinner, Salline walked in her room expecting a good night's sleep; only one problem: Alex was there! He seemed calmer now, though. "What are you doing here?" she accused. "Just because we're broke up doesn't mean I don't live here. Didn't I tell you not to get cocky?" he shot back. "No," she said, eyes narrowing. "Well, I should have," he said. "Alex, we need to talk-," she tried but was cut off. "No," he pushed passed her and looked over his shoulder, "I'm sleeping on the couch." Salline stared off at nothing. This was going to be harder than she thought. Minutes later, she felt alone, and insecure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Alex walked in the room casually. His heart throbbed as he picked up his son and looked at his Ex-Wife. He loved her more than anyone could tell, and he hurt her by going against him to be with another man. He wanted to snuggle up against her, just watching her, but he didn't know if things could ever be the same. He didn't know that she didn't even know in the beginning, though. He sighed and took his son back to his crib for the night. He kissed the top of his head. "Goodnight, Baby Boy." </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">"Sis, we have to do something about this," Micah confirmed. Jayde nodded. "I know. I hate seeing Mom like this. She loves him." "Yeah, Zander slept in Mom's bed until <i>Alex</i> got him out, and you know Mom wouldn't usually do that." "I think Dad still loves her. He stared at her for a while." "He's not <i>our</i> dad, Jayde," Micah snorted. Jayde rolled her eyes, and they both went to sleep.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Alex was the last to fall asleep. He felt as though he was living in a nightmare, and Salline was the villain of it all. No, better yet, the man agreed to it all was the villain. Alex vowed to find that jerk, and teach him a lesson.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">When Salline woke up, she noticed Alex's side was empty. He must have moved Zander to the crib and slept on the couch. She sighed and began making up the bed before moving onto putting in a load of clothes and beginning to make breakfast, as she did, however, labor struck.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Nobody was up, so she couldn't drive to the hospital. Instead, she stayed home. Another home birth. She would have called for an ambulance, but couldn't seem to grasp the phone because of the contractions.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Baby 8: <i>Charmain Trish</i></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(She's named from <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Charmain-Smiths-100-Baby-Challenge/194537640595266">Charmain Smith</a>)</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Baby 9: <i>Danielle Trish</i><br />
<i> (Named by Charmain xD) </i></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>More to come soon. (:</b></div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-27025013576124494092011-07-06T05:01:00.005-04:002011-07-07T01:11:45.392-04:00Baby 7: Rebellion<b>I'm sorry I've been gone, guys! I was going through a rough time, and frustration was high. It took everything I had not to post in June, but I finally broke down. :'( So here's my continue post! I hope you like it. And considering I had a little problem with a few mods on my computer and have been off, the children are aged up. :P</b><br />
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Alex hugged his step-son, Landon. "I know you want to play your games, but you need to do good in school too! I'm revoking your computer privileges." Landon frowned and pouted. "But, Dad!" "No buts. You heard me. Now go get ready for bed." Salline smirked at her husband. He'd grown so fond of the children, and they acted as his own. Landon walked away and took a quick shower.<br />
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Landon thought about his late night with Alyssa Elisia. They had cuddled under the stars, and she had accepted his offer to be his girlfriend. It was an odd feeling he had for this girl, and he knew it would only come one time around. Was it.. love? They would be attending the prom Thursday night together, and he almost couldn't wait. Before he went to bed, he finished his homework and picked out a suit. The suit was Alex's old suit from when he was in highschool, but Landon didn't mind.<br />
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Micah-Lee climbed up on the top bunk, where she decided she would sleep from now on. She was glad her parents redone her and Jayde-Ann's room, because now there was much more space. She relaxed, and waited for her sister to enter the room. She would give her a surprise attack pillow fight! She would win!<br />
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Micah jumped down from their bunk bed and attempted to hit her sister with the pillow. Unfortunately, Jayde was ready. They each pulled out their pillow on each other and began a pillow war. It lasted for a while, until Salline heard them and made them quit. "Go. To. Bed," their mother commanded. The started in a fit of giggles before offering their mother a weak nod. Salline left the room, and Micah turned to face her sister.<br />
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"Wanna hear a secret?" Micah prodded. Jayde nodded. "Mom always ruins the fun." The two sisters began laughing again with happy filled tears falling from their cheeks. They soon quieted though, after hearing footsteps near their door. They hugged, and each got in their own bunk. "I love you, Jayde." "Aww, I love you too, Micah." They pulled the covers over themselves and let the sleep take them.<br />
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The next morning, the children were up early for school. The ate quickly, and seemed to be enthused. Landon would be starting an afterschool activity. Landon joined football, the most popular sport at school. He was glad about that, but was having one of those days where nobody understood him. He felt like being a nuisance to everyone, just so he might feel a little better.<br />
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Alex took it upon himself to clean up the house, that really did need it. Dirty dishes, and laundry. Yuck.<br />
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Salline spent an extra amount of time preparing her and Alex a morning meal. He put her at ease with his wanting to help her around the house. After the meal, Salline fed Alan. <i>He is such a cute toddler</i>, she thought.<br />
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Later that day, Salline found herself in the arms of her beloved. "Alex, I have to tell you something." "And what would that be, mi amo?" Salline blushed at his spanish comment; <i>my love</i>. "I'm.. pregnant!" she burst the word out excitedly, and he squeezed her. He kissed her passionately. "That's great!" He smiled back at her, but she pulled away when she heard Alan's cries.<br />
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Salline carried her son out into the yard, and set him down in the sand. She sat down in from of him, and started playing in the sand with him. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and Salline couldn't help but laugh as he tried to eat the sand. "No, Alan. Sand is not for eating. Sand is yucky." She smiled and pulled his sandful palm away from his mouth. "It's for play." She attempted to make a sandcastle quickly, and Alan tried to help.<br />
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The kids got home soon after that. Alex made sure they started on their homework, and signed their field trip permission slips to the mausoleum. He caught Landon trying to copy Allie's homework though and scolded him. "I can't believe you, Landon! You do <i>not</i>, <i>I repeat, not</i>, copy homework! Do your own!" Landon stuck his tongue out at him, and went up to his room to finish his own homework.<br />
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Alex approached Micah, and began giving her advice for her future schooling. "See your brother? That's why you don't copy homework. It will never get you anywhere. Besides," he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "the teacher always finds out." He winked and she giggled. "Okay, Daddy." He gave her a warm smile and went to put Alan in his crib.<br />
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Jayde played in the sand later that night and tried to make a glorious palace for her sand people. Unfortunately, when she went to add a tower, she accidently hit it when her hand, and down it fell. She screamed in frustration, and went into the house for a shower. She gave up.<br />
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Later that night, Landon saw Alyssa in the backyard talking to his sister. He ran up to her and got her in his arms. "I missed you," he said before giving her a welcoming kiss. She pulled back. "I missed you too." She pointed behind her to another boy. Landon's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything. "I brought a friend. Hope it's okay." "Yeah, of course it's okay," Landon mumbled, not fully convinced himself.<br />
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Allie was impressed by Alyssa's friend, however. "Hi. I'm Allie." She offered him a beautiful smile in which he returned. "Hey, I'm Trenton." Allie fumbled for her words. What should she say? "I.. um. There's a prom, on Thursday. Do you want to come.. as my date?" "Sure. But wear something pretty, or I might ditch you." Allie smiled again. "Okay!" She ran up the stairs to her room and began searching for the perfect dress. <br />
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Landon watched him leave. He wanted to warn his new 'friend' that there would be no ditching his sister. His sister was one of a kind; a beautiful, smart, and nice girl. He wasn't about to let this jerk hurt her like that. He focused on his girlfriend instead. He gave her another kiss. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's almost midnight. Maybe you should go home too?"<br />
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Meanwhile, Micah asked her mother if she could sleep with her in her bed tonight. Then Micah grew sleepy, and Salline offered to read her a bedtime story. Micah seemed to like hearing about the dragons as her lids grew heavy. Once she was asleep, Salline put the book on the bed side table, and fell asleep beside her daughter. Moments later, Alex walked in, sighed, and went to sleep in Micah's bunk.<br />
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The kids were up at 7 am the next morning. Allie was up first, and finished before the rest even got their plates on the table. Landon was feeling way better after Alyssa's visit, but Allie was feeling off. She felt as if she just absolutely needed to be mean and avoid others today. Which she was already doing a good job of. She made her bed though, so that's always a good thing.<br />
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Soon after the children left for school, Salline got those familiar labor pains. Alex broke out in a wide grin and eagerly rushed her off to the hospital. He called a babysitter for Alan, though. It was surprising to see how calm he was, considering the situation. <i>Many more to come</i>, he thought happily.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meet <i>Zander Trish</i>! Baby number 7! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-84934131647158958722011-05-22T04:02:00.008-04:002011-07-06T01:26:55.502-04:00Baby 6: Unfortunate and Fortunate Events<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7G2Ih8rSTDsoDPd514Wltg2NfA6YGfu_SC4HoQWHe8VLjU78YON9t9KKzG2pD8SdRlTV0QsnE2IyQc7r397-z_wErc6aYRi1dmpPlsZ9UewUguoQmeGsPFTCD6_2vEuGcvxzz1iLej9g/s1600/Screenshot-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7G2Ih8rSTDsoDPd514Wltg2NfA6YGfu_SC4HoQWHe8VLjU78YON9t9KKzG2pD8SdRlTV0QsnE2IyQc7r397-z_wErc6aYRi1dmpPlsZ9UewUguoQmeGsPFTCD6_2vEuGcvxzz1iLej9g/s320/Screenshot-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Salline skipped school that day, deciding that there were many chores that still had to be done. Not to mention that her birthday was today. Luna didn't show, as recently she hadn't been coming out of her room. Salline didn't think much about it. She guessed that Luna just needed some alone time.<br />
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Jay took Allie to the park and they both enjoyed a fun-filled day. They had a picnic, and they played all day. They even saw Justin Gibbs, Allie's father, but they didn't talk to him.<br />
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Justin's new "friend." Yeah right, I don't think you give that stare to just anybody. <br />
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<i>From Left to Right: Aryn Foshiqqi, Jay's new <b>friend</b> Shaine Uais, Jay, Alex (Young Adult), Monique Baker</i><br />
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Alex stared at Salline as her new form started to take shape. She was getting even more beautiful than she was before, he wondered if she would like him now that he was a young adult himself.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Salline Trish--young adult</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then Salline pulled Alex off to the side to ask him the big question that she and Addy McKnight had talked about earlier that day on the phone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "Alex, will you be with me.. and let me continue this challenge?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Alex</b> "I would."-Salline felt a bit of hope-"But I don't want to be with someone who sleeps with other men while I'm with them." Salline's heart broke. She loved her kids, and she loved Alex. Children come first. She turned, feeling as if she'd been struck, and started to run to her room when Alex caught her wrist; she turned toward him with tears in her eyes. "Why do you make yourself suffer like this? You know I love you.. Why don't you just stop this challenge? We could have many children together." She sniffed and he whiped the tears from her eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "I want to be with you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then he pulled her to him and took her to a place of peaceful bliss, all with one kiss. Then he pulled back and stared into her eyes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Alex</b> "Then be with me."</div><b>Salline</b> "I love you too. Do you really mean it?" He nodded and smiled. The only better thing then having many great children was having many great children with Alex. "I will end the challenge." He kissed her again but it ended too short for her liking.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Alex got down on one knee, confident that his beloved would accept his request of holy matrimony. Salline touched his arm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "What are you doing?" He ignored her and opened the jewelry box holding the shining engagement ring. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Alex</b> "Marry me, Salline Trish. You are all I've ever want and need in life, and I've loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you. Will you be my wife?" He smiled. She stared at it, mouth open wide. Did he know what he was asking? Why would he want her, not that she wasn't thrilled and all. Then she thought, what about the challenge? What about her reputation? What about all of the nice challenge mothers she'd met along the way? Monique Baker was the newest challenge mother she'd met and learned to love. They all had a ton of fun together, but would they still accept her if she got married and ended the challenge? She wasn't for sure, but she concluded that they wouldn't have anything to do with her if she did so. Alex unthinkingly slid the ring on her finger, and she kept staring at it. What should she do?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "I..I can't."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Alex</b> "Why?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "What about the challenge, what people think? What about my friends?" He turned his back to her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Alex</b> "You won't marry me because of what people think?! I thought you were better than that. I thought you loved me!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "I do love you!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Alex</b> "No, you don't." He walked out of the room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Soon Salline got a call from her an old friend--Addy McKnight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Addy</b> "Oh my God, are you watching the news?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "No. Why?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Addy</b> "Hurry. Go turn it on." Salline ran inside and flipped on the news channel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Newsman</b> "Earlier today, a woman was found dead today. The autopsy specialist says there seemed to be a struggle. The body had several gashes on her arms, chest, and face, though the specialist says the victim actually died due to a broken neck. Local police officers suggest foul play was involved." Then they showed a picture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Newsman</b> "The woman has still not been identified. If anyone knows this woman, we urge you to come foward and indentify the body." At first, Salline didn't recognize her. Then the wheels in her brain started turning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "Oh my God! That's Luna! No, that can't be Luna.. She's in her room." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> stared at the empty room. All she found was dirty clothes in the floor. Where had Luna gone? Salline called Addy back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "That's Luna. What happened to her?! How could this happen right under my nose and me not noticing?!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Addy</b> "I thought that might be her. I'm sorry."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "I have to go down there. Will you watch the kids for me?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Addy</b> "Of course. When do you need me?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "In about 30 minutes?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Addy</b> "K. I'll be there." They both disconnected the line and Salline went to care for the babies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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While Salline was waiting on Addy, she decided to age the kids up. Landon was really cute as a child.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The twins immediately found the wonders of toys. Aren't they just adorable? Then Addy walking the door, and Salline went down to the station. She identified the body and left in tears. They gave her the urn and she buried it at the local cemetery.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Salline couldn't help but cry once she set up Luna's place of rest. Then, as if summoned, Alex was behind her, cuddling her to him.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Alex</b> "Don't cry, Salline." That made her cry harder, she completly broke down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Salline</b> "I'm so sorry, Alex." He pulled back and smiled. </div><b>Alex</b> "This is how you know you love someone." Salline felt comfort in his words and forgot all about her earlier worries.<br />
<b>Salline</b> "I'll be your wife."<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Alex wiped the tears from her eyes. <br />
<b>Alex</b> "I love you."<br />
<b>Salline</b> "I love you, too."<br />
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The next few days passed and Salline grew used to the idea of Luna being gone. Alex moved in, and they decided to have a wedding.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Meet Salline Trish and Alex Trish!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jay and Shaine's first official kiss. (: Do I see wife and husband in the future?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Later, Salline went into labor. Yup, that's right. She's having Alex's second child.<br />
Meet, <i>Alan Trish</i>. <br />
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<b>Will continue the challenge soon!</b></div></div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-48501131391913683082011-05-02T23:28:00.009-04:002011-05-13T18:53:17.712-04:00Benefits (Babies: 4 & 5)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZx8_SfuFiWj5zVvY8sE3x-LXRIhtYSsxcPONHaCdiBrOdY9eNhiu5eRMkBUHOwzIB3XcdZq2hjF1qHAxG3z_gBWOHefQ4Tpf3capPU3qaALt2kCcyLow7SYUC82GAWROj5K5Hl7LpckY/s1600/Screenshot-558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZx8_SfuFiWj5zVvY8sE3x-LXRIhtYSsxcPONHaCdiBrOdY9eNhiu5eRMkBUHOwzIB3XcdZq2hjF1qHAxG3z_gBWOHefQ4Tpf3capPU3qaALt2kCcyLow7SYUC82GAWROj5K5Hl7LpckY/s320/Screenshot-558.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
The newborn twins were asleep when the family woke up. It was 6:30AM, so they all ate their morning cereal. The scrunched their noses the whole time though, one of them had forgotten to wash a plate and it had sit out all night attracting flies. They didn't have enough time to wash it right then, so they had to leave it. Jay didn't seem to mind, although he was the furthest from it. They finished just in time as the bus pulled up to pick up Salline and her Baby Boy.<br />
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Salline held her son's hand on the bus. It was his first day. (Isn't the new house pretty? :DD) She hoped nobody would make fun of her son just because his mother was in highschool. That might sound bad.<br />
Salline- "If anyone makes fun of you, Baby, you tell me."<br />
Jay- "Nobody's going to make fun of me, Mom." She wiped the hair out of his eyes and started fixing him up. "Mom! Stop before someone sees. I'll be fine." She squeezed Jay's hand.<br />
Salline- "I just don't want anything bad to happen to you, ever. I love you, Baby. Have a good time at school." She waved at him as the Elementary school came into view.<br />
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While the kids were at school, Luna Banks started cleaning the house. She started by doing the laundry. It was the least she could do for Salline, even though Salline didn't encourage Luna's helping nature. Salline was an independent person, and didn't care to show you that either.<br />
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The twins were still asleep, so Luna ran out of things to do quickly. She watched some TV and danced to some nice Pop music for a while. Then she heard the Twins' hungry cries. Finally. This was one of the rare times when Luna could care for the children, since Salline was a very <i>protective</i> mother.<br />
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She fed Landon first, and then Allie. "Shh. Don't you cry, Baby. It's okay," she comforted them. The action made her want a family of her own, but she was here to help Salline, not day dream about her own selfish desires. Was that selfish? (The twins are quite..pale, aren't they?!) Luna couldn't wait until her friends got here. Well, they weren't really her friends, but her acquaintances. She figured it'd be good for Salline to have some friends to look up to, since she didn't come to Luna herself. As if called, the guests Luna was expecting arrived. She rushed down the stairs and opened the door.<br />
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Luna- "Amber Lights, Aryn Foshiqqi! Welcome! Come in, come in." <br />
Amber- "Thanks for inviting us."<br />
Aryn- "You can say that again. It's always nice to get out of the house once in a while." They all laughed.<br />
Luna- "Salline will be here soon. She's at school." They nodded and went and sat on the couch for a while. They talked for a while, until Salline stumbled through the door.<br />
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Aryn- "We're challenge mothers." Salline smiled widely.<br />
Salline- "Me too!" They all laughed.<br />
Amber- "We know. That's why we're here. In case you need to talk to us. A friend." She looked at Luna as if suggesting Luna wasn't one of those. She wasn't trying to be impolite to her, it was the truth. Luna wasn't a challenge mother, she didn't understand. "I'm already on 45." She winked and smiled.<br />
Aryn mumbled- "I'm on 2." Salline felt surprised. She was actually ahead on this challenge! Then again, Aryn probably started a little later than usual. It was nice to have someone to talk to about this, seeing as Luna couldn't. Seeing she wasn't needed, Luna walked off. Who knows where she went, but she didn't go upstairs to the kids room. Salline let out a sigh of relief. <br />
Salline- "I'm about to be starting my fourth." She paused, looking for Jay. Oh, right, he'd gone over to another boy's house. He'd be back later. "Well, Jay is at a friend's, but do you want to see my newest?" She gestured over her shoulder. They nodded and followed her up the staircase.<br />
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Salline watched them as they handled the twins with care. They were the only ones so far that she trusted with caring for her babies. Everyone was under-qualified. You had to be a challenge mom, and be Salline's friend so barely anyone ever got into that fine category with her. All too soon, Salline heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She rolled her eyes and The Girls (her new nickname for Aryn and Amber) gave her stern looks. <i>Be nice!</i><br />
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When Salline saw Luna her mouth dropped 5 miles down. <i>OMG!</i> Luna had changed her look. <i>She looks hot!</i> Why did she change herself? Was this her trying to fit in, or showing her true self? Salline had no idea. She looked back at The Girls and noticed they had the same stunned expression written all over their face. Salline stared at Luna's former bleach-blond hair now dyed black with purple streaks. It was longer. Wig, or extentions? It looked so...real. In that moment, Salline decided to give Luna another chance to change her mind about the now awesome-looking adult. Was Salline judging Luna all this time just because she was forced to live with her? The thought made Salline feel ashamed. She walked steadily over to Luna.<br />
Salline- "Luna? Me and The Girls are going out tonight.." She looked back at them for support; they only nodded. "would you like to come?" Luna wrapped her arms around Salline in a friendly hug. <br />
Luna- "You don't know how much this means." Salline weakly smiled. <i>Chance, chance</i>, she reminded herself. <br />
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Salline had to go to the store and left The Girls and Luna home alone. I think Luna's new look went to her head. She started playing with one of the kid's firetruck. The Girls just kind of left her there, and went on their ways. (I'm not kidding; she actually just started doing it herself xD)<br />
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Aryn- "I hope Salline gets back soon."<br />
Amber- "Me too, Luna is kinda freaking me out. I hate admitting that, but it's the truth." Aryn laughed.<br />
Aryn- "I feel the same." Then they heard Luna come to the top of the stairs.<br />
Luna- "When are we leaving, Girls?" The Girls exchanged looks.<br />
Both- "In a few minutes. Be ready." Aryn sighed, but didn't say anything as she heard Luna leave.<br />
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Luna played around with the twins for a bit while The Girls stayed downstairs. Ironic, huh? Salline's children and Luna will be best friends. :))<br />
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Aryn voluntarily worked on the laundry. (I'm telling you, this isn't normal! They have too much laundry per day!) Then the washer decided it would leak, leaving Aryn no choice but to subdue it and clean up the puddle. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">(I have no idea why my sims like to get real dark while in the pool.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Aryn got bored really fast, and decided to cool herself off with a nice swim. How much longer could Salline be anyways? Then Salline finally came home.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">While they were at the Dance club, they were goofy and dancing in a group around eachother. People, preferably men, gawked at the girls as they danced. But even so, Salline couldn't help but worry about her children. Who knew if that babysitter was doing her/his job? That's right, Salline had heard numerous rumors about lazy babysitters. She hoped this wasn't one such case.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Luna danced with some wierd guy that asked her to dance. She actually seemed interested. See, she's going crazy! Not that she wasn't crazy before, because she was. <br />
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Salline was having a pretty fun time as well. She had changed her hairstyle for the occasion, and wore a tight dress, showing off her curves. It felt nice feeling sexy for once.<br />
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Amber was getting down! She was having fun too.<br />
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Same goes for Aryn. She looked good. :D<br />
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Apparently someone else had noticed Salline's confidence too, because a man approached her. He looked her age, but looked <i>way</i> more mature, and hot. He looked different, he had butterfly wings. <i>Wings!</i> He was different, like her, and she liked that. To know there was someone else out there that was content and even thrived being who they were.<br />
Man- "Hello. I'm Jean, Jean Deveraux. Nice to meet you. Can I buy you a drink?" Salline nodded her head and waited for him to return from the bar. Did it matter that she was under-age? The bartender didn't seem to care and immediately poured the drink anyways. Salline wasn't pregnant now, so drinking wouldn't harm anything, right? That reminded her, she wasn't pregnant. She needed to find another challenge father and fast. She had a pretty good idea who it would be. She looked back at her friends, who acknowledged her not dancing. Aryn winked, Amber nodded, and Luna threw her a thumbs-up sign. Salline smiled. It was good to have such great friends.<br />
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She took the drink from him. He said it was a <i>Neon Breeze</i>. She took a cautious sip. It made her mouth tingle. It exploded flavor into her mouth and she found herself gulping it down. Soon she found herself reaching for the next one and he handed it over willingly. He watched her like a gem as she drank. She found that funny, but didn't pay much attention to it seeing as she was having her first, and best drink ever.<br />
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Jean- "I would like to be in your challenge, Salline."<br />
Salline- "I was thinking the exact same thing. Shall we go?" He smiled.<br />
Jean- "You don't waste any time do you?" He laughed. "Alright."<br />
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They sealed the deal with a kiss. Salline nodded to her friends and knew they understood before she and the new challenge father went to the house and ended the agreement. Baby 4 would be here soon!<br />
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Luna fed the babies while Salline was at school the next morning, like the good kid she is. The Girls didn't spend the night that night, instead they went to their homes. Today would be everyone's birthday! How ironic. She just had to wait for Salline..<br />
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Until Salline got home, Luna decided to play with the kid's dollhouse. (I didn't force her to either, she's just a weird adult :P)<br />
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Salline said a quick prayer for Allie as they approached the birthday cake. "I love you, Baby," Salline murmured. Luna, along with Jay, cheered for the twins as they grew up well.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Jay Trish</div><div style="text-align: center;">New trait: Handy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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The next morning, Salline ate and done the laundry! The first time too. Luna likes doing laundry, I guess. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Salline and Jay got out of school, they immediately came to the park for a family day out. Salline was shocked when they got there because Justin, the twins' dad, was playing with them for the first time. This is the first time he has even saw them. Salline and Justin talked while Luna swung and Jay played with Allie. Then Salline rubbed her stomach and announced that she is <b>pregnant</b>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Salline put little Allie in a new nursery bed she bought and stared at her. Before she knew it, Allie fell asleep, and Salline was too loving to wake her up and put her in her crib.<br />
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They both took showers, thankfully.<br />
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A wierd paparazzi watched all the 'action' from the window.<br />
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Jay was frustrated because Salline still made him do his homework, but he got over it and got determined to make an A in class so he could grow up soon.<br />
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She done her homework as well.<br />
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She put Landon to bed. (=<br />
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Luna made waffles, but Salline insisted she not waste perfectly good cake. She's so....eco?<br />
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Salline and Jay went to school. :')<br />
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Landon played with his blocks. He's so cute! :DD<br />
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Luna did some chores and refreshed herself with a swim while Salline was gone.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Day 2!</div><br />
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Jay potty trained Allie completely. He's such a nice kid!<br />
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Jay even put the twins to bed for Salline, since she wasn't feeling too well.<br />
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Jay had some bedtime cereal, and hurried off to bed.<br />
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Before Salline went to bed, though, she unclogged the overflowing toilet. Poor Salline!<br />
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Salline and Jay ate cereal in the morning, and cleaned up their dishes. (=<br />
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The bus was pulling into the drive as Salline went into labor. She rushed Jay off toward the bus, saying she'd be okay.<br />
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After 2 hours of no success, Salline decided to just go to the hospital. She came out with a baby carrier! Wonder what we have here... I know!<br />
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Salline held her first born in her hands, the joy and sacrifices of it all rummaging away through her thoughts. What would Alex say about the little on they'd brought into the world? Would he approve? She stared lovingly at the pale child. (He is pale, just doesn't look so in the picture xD) She stared at all his features. He was destined to be a Daddy's Boy, with nearly all of his father's features. She sighed before feeding the baby, and gently pulling the cover over him. She quickly washed the growing laundry and headed to the kitchen to make some dinner. She was determined on getting Alex's approval before getting the next challenge father over.<br />
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Not halfway through the cooking, Salline completed her first cooking skill! She grinned amongst herself, knowing that she would never burn food and would grow quite quickly in this skill. She just wished that she didn't have to live with Luna; Not that she didn't like Luna Banks, she did, but she didn't like feeling interdependent. The town should notice how well she's doing so far, and allow her to live without a grown woman. In her mind, she already is one. When she finished cooking the glorious Mac&Cheese, she even gained another skill in it!<br />
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After Luna and Salline ate, Salline called Alex and invited him over. He said, "Sure, I'll come over in a little while." So Salline gussy-ed up in the mirror awaing her beloved's arrival. Though she knew she couldn't hang on to her feelings because she couldn't carry any 'baggage.' It was against the rules, and not fair for other challenge fathers, no matter if she loved him or not. <br />
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Since it was late, as soon as he got there Salline asked him if he wanted to stay over. He said yes, not shockingly. She took him down the stairs to where Jay laid and showed him his first-ever son. His eyes widened and he shrugged. Salline followed him upstairs after tucking in little Jay.<br />
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They talked for hours, as Salline suggested she get to know him a bit more. "What's wrong? Why won't you hold your son?" she asked. "I don't want that life. I want all of this life, not just part of it," he said sadly. She looked down and touched his face. "What if I can't give you that? I want you to be in your son's life," she paused, "even if it doesn't include me with you." He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "When's Jay's birthday?," he asked. "2 days." "I'll come to his party. You are having a party, I assume?" She nodded. "Well, I'm going to go to bed now," he said. She nodded weakly, tangled out of his grasp, and went back to her room.<br />
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She cried in her room that nice nonetheless. She couldn't help it! The man she loved wanted to be with her, but she couldn't be with him. At least not right now, anyways. She had at least 99 more babies before she would give in to the weakness of love. But why did she feel so...horrible? She cried herself to sleep that night, in an awkward position.<br />
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She woke up at 6:30am, checked and fed the baby then had some cereal. As she finished, the bus pulled up and she/Alex ran to catch it. She didn't want to leave her baby here, she loved him, but she had to finish school. Plus she knew Luna would call her home if anything bad happened. "<i>I hope nothing happens"</i>, she thought sadly.<br />
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Luna cursed under her breath as the repoman knocked and came into the house. "I told that girl to pay the bills!.. No good, good for nothing...," she said to herself. The annoying man walked up the stairs to the second floor and got the bathtub. (Why is everyone obsessed with cheap bathtubs?) "Eh, I was meaning to get a new one anyways," she shrugged. But how would they afford that with only $1,000 left? Luna cursed again as she noticed this fact. She sighed and watched as he hurried out the door with his prize. She'd make a mental note not to depend on 'kids' for the bills any more.<br />
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Later that day, with a grumble or two from Luna, Luna decided the house they were currently in was a little too...roomy. (Actually it was too glitchy; My sims had a habit of floating from one floor to the next and disappearing.) She immediately decided to move from the torture chamber.<br />
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Immediately when they got home, Salline done her homework and fed the baby once again. Alex didn't go home with Salline that night either, he said something about a job.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">She was sad to say that it was Jay's birthday, but they couldn't afford anything big. It would be a small get together of family, which meant Salline, Luna, and hopefully Alex. They had nobody else. So finally Jay grew up into a toddler, eager to explore with his ability to crawl around the upstairs. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jay Trish, as a toddler. (Isn't he just cute?!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">..And Luna took it upon herself to change her hair!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Later that day, Salline met a nice boy named Justin Gibbs. She knew right then and there that he should be the next challenge father. "Would you like to be in my challenge?" she asked. "Sure," he said as they walked back to the house. They talked for a while, and then sealed their deal with a kiss.<br />
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Before they headed for the bedroom, Salline put a sleepy, reluctant Jay in the toddler crib. Then they continued their plans for the night.<br />
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They didn't hear the chime the first time, so they tried again. They heard it soon thereafter, though. Knowing she was going to be pregnant again was heaven to Salline. She hugged the next challenge father and told him good bye. After that, she went downstairs and watched some awesome TV. It was called kidZ Zone. "Anything to help my kids in the future," she grumbled over the sound of skipping bunnies.<br />
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Then she headed to the kitchen and ate some leftover Mac&Cheese. "Ugh. I hate leftovers," she decided as she walked up the stairs.<br />
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She checked on Jay, and noticed he was quite hungry. She lifted him from his bed and gave him his bottle. Then after he finished, she started to teach him to talk. His first word was: "Cup." Salline smiled as she waited for it to be 7am in about 2 hours.<br />
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While his mother was at school, Jay played with his new dollhouse! He got it from Alex who'd sent a little money into the household. Salline was very grateful. Around 8:30am while the bus was taking her to school, Salline grew very nauseous. She knew that was a sure sign, but why did it have to happen at that time?!<br />
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When Salline got home, she quickly finished her homework, ate autumn salad and fed Jay in his little horse high chair. She smiled softly as his mouth opened in excitement of seeing his mother; it was clear that he still preferred Salline to Luna even though Luna was his babysitter during the day when Salline was at school. Salline beamed as she handed him his baby food. "At least one person believes in me, Son," she said, fluffing his hair. She felt nauseous again, and walked into the hallway.<br />
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She noticed how bare it looked. Immediately, she went to work. Since it was close to the holidays, she decided to let Jay have his first Christmas (X-mas) a little early. She was eager to see the look on his face. She wrapped presents from her and Alex and put them under the tree, and left a very cute one seperate, that way he'd see it first. It was the biggest anyways.<br />
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During all this, Luna fed her digital fish. (Maybe that's her replacement for a real friend?) She is a very...odd person. >.><br />
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Close-up of Jay. I can't tell if his eyes are Alex's, Salline's, or a mix! It could be a mix because in game it has a blue and silver sort of look, so I think it's a mix. :)<br />
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When he finished, Salline practiced talking with him. "Say 'Champion,' come on, say it," Salline cooed.<br />
"Mommy's a ch-cham-champion," he stammered. She smiled, "Good!"<br />
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Once he learned how to talk, Salline picked him up and praised him sweetly, like any good mother should, and he thought about how much he loved his mommy. It was about his bed time, so she put him in his 'big boy bed' before going to her room as well. She was feeling nauseous yet again, so she'd be up soon.<br />
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Salline woke up right on que around midnight. The nauseous feeling had passed, but was replaced by an almost not-noticeable baby bump! Having Jay had proved that boys weren’t so bad, and she decided that she wanted another little boy running around. She rubbed her unborn baby that was living in her stomach. What’s the best part of the weekend? Sleeping in! She was still tired, and her baby boy was asleep, so she hopped back in the bed. She would go to the doctor in the morning for a full report, since the doctor persists that she see him/her if she was going to do this challenge. “So the news has spread,” she’d said. “Won‘t be long now ‘til everyone is disgusted with me. I don‘t understand them, what‘s so bad about a nice teenage girl having 100 babies?”<br />
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While Salline and her little boy were asleep, Luna decided to make some Renoit Grapes Pancakes. Of course, she burnt them. She grunted in frustration (actually, she screamed, but that‘s besides the point. Yes, if anyone has been wondering, that is a cigerate that she and Alex always carry in their hand. >:D Shows more of her character, yes?) Then she trashed them, before trying to make more.<br />
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Over Salline’s first child, Luna had begun to respect the girl’s dream. It made sense, some what. Luna started to help her around the house, which Salline refused to let her, so Luna helped with the small things. Like cooking, and laundry, but that was it. Too bad Salline was better at cooking, and Luna knew that. Luna envied Salline--she could raise children, go to school, and still take care of the house all at the same time. Plus she had the cutest baby boy! She had someone who loved her, but she didn’t love him back. Or at least Luna thought. Jay loved Salline more than Luna, he wouldn’t give Luna time of the day. She tried to be in his life, but he just went to his mother. She envied Salline for that too. She was without all these things, but at least she could help in them.<br />
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This time, Luna didn’t burn the pancakes. She ran out of grapes, so she made these Apple. She put the leftovers in the fridge and very hungrily ate some pancakes. Then she got a bit tired, she hadn’t been asleep all night, so she went to bed along with the others.<br />
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Salline woke up at 5 am and went to her baby boy. She tossed him in the air, making him laugh, and put him in his rocking horse high chair. She gave him his “bobble” and went downstairs to eat some pancakes.<br />
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Her back ached from the pregnancy, but that didn’t stop her from cleaning up her mess! She climbed the stairs slower and let Little Jay out of his chair. She noticed her baby bump had gotten a small bit bigger in just a couple hours. Maybe there’s more than one baby in there? She hoped so! She wanted all the children she could get. Though she did want her first girl, and she wanted another boy. She prayed that they would be mixed gender twins, or maybe even triplets!<br />
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She spent her extra time working on Jay’s skills. She would need to teach him to walk, and use the potty soon. His birthday was due in 5 days, which reminded her of Alex. He’d missed their baby’s birthday. He better have a darn good excuse for skipping! Like he better have been dying or something. Salline wouldn’t tolerate such a lame liar.<br />
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Halfway through his skill, Jay finally took his first steps. He had a smile on his face the whole time! Salline watched his wobbly steps cautiously, ready to catch him if he fell.<br />
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A few minutes from completing the walking skill, Salline started to smell something foul. She scrunched up her nose and kept on with the training. She didn’t want to screw up his good learning streak. We were almost there! He didn’t seem to nice, however. He kept that smile smeared across his face and kept walking. She would change him in a few moments, she had to change them both out of their pajamas anyways.<br />
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When he finally finished, he began to cry. Ah, the perks of being a challenge mother. It was a good thing she had some Asprin on hand. She swooped him up in her arms and quickly changed his dirty diaper. (I miss TS2 changing tables! u.u)<br />
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She kissed his head lovingly. “I love you, Baby,” she mumbled over his hair.<br />
Jay-“I l-love you, Mommy.” Salline smiled.<br />
Salline-“I know. Guess what?” He looked her in her radiant green eyes.<br />
Jay-“What?”<br />
Salline- “You‘re going to have brothers and sisters here soon, I‘m pregnant.” He blinked.<br />
Jay- “What‘s ‘pregnant’?” <br />
Salline- “Erm.. I‘ll explain when you‘re older” He nodded, changing him into his everyday and sat him down. She was going to try to potty train him, but he’d already used his diaper. She smiled as he headed for his dollhouse. She watched him for a while.<br />
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Soon she figured it was about time for him to need to use the bathroom. She gathered him up and put him in the potty chair. She wiped the hair out of his face and encouraged him. “You can do it! You‘re my Big Boy!” She smiled and he smiled back. He got about a quarter of the way on that skill before launching himself from the small chair. Salline cheered and clapped for him before picking him up and holding him close. She squeezed him. It was going to be hard to let any of her children move away, she loved them so.<br />
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While Salline emptied the potty chair for next time, Jay wandered out of his room by himself for the first time. (What can I say? He likes his room! :D) He was going to play with the blocks in his future sister/brother’s room, but he stopped when he saw the Christmas tree. His mouth dropped, and he walked very wobbly toward it.<br />
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He stared, wide-eyed at the present. “M-Ma!” he exclaimed. Salline appeared behind him quickly.<br />
Salline- “Yes, Dear?”<br />
Jay- “Look!” He pointed at the presents around him.<br />
Salline- “Ooh, I wonder where those come from,” she pretended.<br />
Jay- “You got ‘em.”<br />
Salline- “I did not. Must be Santa.”<br />
Jay looked at her. “Santa not real.” He crossed his arms over his chest to show how determined he was.<br />
Salline- “How do you know?”<br />
Jay- “You did. Me knows.” Salline laughed as he dug into the present and held up his prize. It was the least she could do, only now she had $164.00. She would need to paint or something to get that more money, she didn’t want a job. A job would only take away precious moments like these.<br />
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After Salline went downstairs, Jay continued what he was going to do in the first place. He played blocks!<br />
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Salline stared at Luna. She was in her way! Not only that, but she was washing HER dishes. She held her tongue but gave her a cold stare.<br />
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Salline cleaned the sink, and got bad food out of the fridge. She smiled and snickered under her breath as Luna rushed upstairs to vomit. Luna wasn’t pregnant, though. Serves her right for eating spoiled food! Salline gathered the laundry put it in the washer. Then she called Alex to ask for his excuse.<br />
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Salline- “Alex.. Why didn‘t you come to Jay‘s birthday party?”<br />
Alex- “I was busy.”<br />
Salline- “You‘re always busy!”<br />
Alex- “Okay, okay. I didn‘t want to see you.” She winced and her hurt turned to anger.<br />
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Salline- “What‘re you talking about? I thought you wanted to be with me!”<br />
Alex- “I do. But it hurts me to be around you, when I can‘t pull you into me and hold you. When I can‘t be with you forever. Do you know what that feels like?”<br />
Salline- “Yes. I think about it every day.”<br />
Alex- “Then why don‘t you stop this challenge and stay with me?”<br />
Salline- “I want you, I do. But I want to do this challenge too. Don't forget his birthday this time.” Then she hung up the phone.<br />
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Then she called Justin, the second challenge father. "Hey, Justin! Guess what?"<br />
Justin- "Yeah, Babe?" She bit her lip at 'Babe.' Too many memories.<br />
Salline- "We're pregnant! Erm.. I'm, pregnant." He laughed.<br />
Justin- "Great! I'm a father." Salline nodded to herself.<br />
Salline- "Well, I gotta go, Jay's needs a nap."<br />
Justin- "Yeah, okay. Bye." He seemed like he wanted to say something else, but didn't. She ended the call. <br />
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She went to the store and bought some watermelons and apples. She'd heard that if you eat tons of watermelons and apples that you could get twins or triplets. She figured it couldn't hurt any to try. When she got home, she ate an apple. She hoped that if since the doc told her she was having a girl, if she had an opposing apple, then maybe she might get mixed gender twins. <br />
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Later that night, Salline got up a still-sleepy Jay and put him on his new potty chair. "That's Mommy's Good Boy," she cooed. He completed his potty training! Yay!<br />
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Then she fed her little boy in his awesome high chair. This would be the last time. -sniff sniff- He would be a child tomorrow. Maybe Alex would come to see his son? Doubtful. But who knew.<br />
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After she put Jay back in his bed, she went to bed herself. She was very tired. She dreamed of a new home full of loving kids. The house she dreamed of was a very modern farmhouse with white siding. Well, I don't guess it was a farmhouse, but it sure looked like one. It was beautiful! It had a playground for the kids in the back, was beautifully decorated and everything!<br />
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Salline- "Doc. what's wrong?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Geoffrey- "Nothing." </div><div style="text-align: left;">Salline- "Then what did you call me out here for?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Geoffrey- "Do you see that house?" He pointed behind him. Salline gasped.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Salline- "OMG. That's the house from my dream!" She jumped with excitement. "How much does it cost?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Geoffrey- "Zero dollars and zero cents."</div><div style="text-align: left;">Salline- "I wish."</div><div style="text-align: left;">Geoffrey- "No, seriously. I bought it for you."</div><div style="text-align: left;">Salline- "You <i>what</i>? I can't accept that." </div><div style="text-align: left;">Geoffrey- "Face it, you'll need a lot of space for 100 little ones, and besides, I've seen that dump you've been living in."</div><div style="text-align: left;">Salline- She didn't take that offensive. "OMG, omg, thank you!" She pulled him into a life draining hug.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Geoffrey- "You can move it now."</div><div style="text-align: left;">Salline- "Right." She headed home and gathered her things and such before heading to the new house. (I know.. I move a lot. I just didn't like the other one! xD) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Later that day, Salline decided it was time for Jay to grow up. In the nick of time, Alex showed up and cheered for his son. Salline smiled. He wasn't too bad of a dad. Luna was too busy watching the television to come outside, but Jay didn't seem to care.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jay Trish--child.</div><div style="text-align: center;">New Trait: Family-Orientated.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After Jay picked out his new look, he went outside to enjoy the rest of his nice birthday party. Lisa Bunch had crashed the party though, so she was there. Just because she was a level 1 celebrity she thought she had the right to come to his party. Well, she thought wrong! His mommy was a higher level than she was. (Level 2 now.. u.u) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">As the day progressed, everyone except Alex left. Jay was grateful. He and Luna swam in the pool for a bit before Jay got out and approached his Daddy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"> Jay- "I'm glad you came, Dad." Alex said nothing. He didn't know anything about being a father. Salline went into the house and left them to talk. Before Alex knew it, Jay wrapped his arms around his father's body.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex had no idea what to do. His eyes shifted over to Luna, who just shrugged. Then unexpectedly, Alex put his arms around Jay and pulled him closer. He whispered into his son's ear.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex- "I'm glad I came too." Jay pulled away and Alex noted the resemblance between them. Jay looked almost identical to Alex. It brought a tear to his eye, in which he wiped away.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Jay- "What's wrong, Dad?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex- "Nothing." He hugged his son once again. "I have to go, it's getting late." Jay nodded and Alex left.<br />
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Salline slept in Jay's room that night because he was afraid of his first night alone. He could actually tell this time! It was different when he was a baby. Well, he still his momma's baby just...bigger.<br />
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It was hardly 10 pm when Salline went into labor. She grunted as she pushed and tried not to wake up Jay right beside her bed.<br />
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Salline's efforts not to wake her son were not rewarded. Jay woke up slowly, and walked to watch his mother calmly. (How odd is that?)<br />
Jay- "You can do it, Mom." Then he walked out.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Introducing: Allie Trish</div><div style="text-align: center;">Traits: (supposedly) Pyromaniac, and Friendly </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sallinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00590637213711759135noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976414829179429320.post-64264940276358865562011-04-24T22:56:00.006-04:002011-04-26T22:25:46.723-04:00The Heart Wants (Baby 1)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiMOmsnCExw68i2JZcB1lvNwaxa0U40crgJmsaA7SsdxCfaQi1StSvvgMsVWO6dXl1ZlcpTozjYaQRzgJB5jLNyV1liIizxhymgGx69QnA8Uz9ezopqBhK8po_hQCWn7lwf1K5SG4xdU/s1600/Screenshot-423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiMOmsnCExw68i2JZcB1lvNwaxa0U40crgJmsaA7SsdxCfaQi1StSvvgMsVWO6dXl1ZlcpTozjYaQRzgJB5jLNyV1liIizxhymgGx69QnA8Uz9ezopqBhK8po_hQCWn7lwf1K5SG4xdU/s320/Screenshot-423.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Salline wasn't like most teens her age. She was more mature, caring, and wanted children. Yes, she wanted 100 of them! It all started when she overheard two adults talking about The 100 Baby Challenge. The idea appealed to the woman as much as it seemed to please the older women.<br />
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After that, she scoped out her victim. She didn't have to go straight home because her mother had died long ago and her father was no where to be seen. Salline lives with an adult by the name of Luna Banks. Soon she found a very petite teenager named Alex. He seemed to be interested in her because he kept staring. "That's not weird at all," she thought, suddenly self-conscious. She approached him slowly, taking in his looks and trying to look hot. She actually managed to be graceful!...For once.<br />
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It didn't take too long before she convinced him to be the first father of the challenge and immediately brought him home into bed. Then after that, it was late and he wanted to spend the night. "Sure!" she exclaimed. She stared off into his smoky, dreamy eyes before she turned and headed off into the small bunk bed as well. <br />
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She didn't get too much sleep that night. She found herself awake early and got up stiffly. She stared down at his peaceful body. "So sweet", she thought. It was still late so she figured that Luna had already gone to bed early. She was bored, and decided to give herself a make-over.<br />
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She knew that the pregnancy symptoms weren't far off, so she picked a comfortable outfit a bit early. Then she worked on the nursery.<br />
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"That's good enough," she said to herself, still not pleased. She snorted and clutched her stomach as it growled furiously. She was very hungry and nearly jumped up the stairs to make something. Still yet, it was still dark outside, but she couldn't help it.<br />
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"OUCH!" She screamed, sticking a bloody finger into her mouth and washing it in the sink next to her. "Who knew cooking could be so...dangerous." This was her very first time attempting to make mac&cheese. Or anything, for that matter. Thank God 'natural cook' is one of her traits. She didn't burn it. She hungrily ate and waited for one of the two others to awake. It didn't take too long, Luna woke up first.<br />
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Salline stired around her food, stalling the time when she'd have to tell Luna about the challenge. She'd already vomited once, so she knew it was confirmed. Finally she decided she'd have to. "Luna?" she paused, "I'm a challenge mother." Luna glared at her like she was her mother. "Salline! You're only a teenager! No... I won't allow it." Salline smiled. "I think I'm.. pregnant." Luna's mouth dropped, but she stayed silent. Since Salline had school in the morning, she decided to sleep till then and hopped in the bed again.<br />
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I knew I should have bought that alarm! she screamed when she got up the next morning to find that a burglar had come in the night and stole their computer and shower. She furiously replaced the items and bought the alarm before noticing that Alex had gone home. "He didn't even clean up his mess!" She sighed as she washed the leftover dishes and washed her teeth.<br />
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It wasn't long before she heard the bus blow it's really annoying horn. But like a good kid, she changed quickly and headed to it. She was eager to get to school and share the good news with everyone. She was going to be a mother! Anytime now that baby bump will show...hopefully. <br />
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As soon as Salline got home from school, the first baby bump showed! Salline was super excited and hoped that the baby was a girl, despite the blue nursery. "She'll get over it," she thought. She basically skipped in the door to tell Luna the great news.<br />
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Luna didn't respond the way Salline wanted her to exactly, though she was a little supportive. Luna sighed. "Well, I guess there's no way to avoid this baby, is there?" Luna asked the rhetorical question. Salline shook her head quickly. "Then I suppose we're gonna have a new addition. I'm going to have to order a baby crib an-" Salline cut her off short. "I've already got the nursery set up." Luna stared at her for a moment before turning away. Salline wanted to say, "Get ready for the next 99!" But didn't. <br />
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Like the good student she wished to be, she started on her homework. She had no idea if she'd be able to keep up this daily routine once the house gets full of kids. She hoped she'd find the time, but you never know. Eventually, Salline hoped to finish school and grow-up to a young adult successfully, while being a good mother. But she knew it all had to be about compromise. But as a short-term goal, Salline decided to invite Alex over and inform him of the good news.<br />
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Before Salline invited Alex over, she worked on her magic skill, which she ordered from a magazine called Mod The Sims. The whole time, her mind raced with various thoughts relating to the baby. She was going to be a mom! Salline smiled as she practiced.<br />
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After having achieved level one in magic, she put her witch wand away and called Alex. She was a little shocked when he said he didn't want to come over, so she just talked over the phone. "I'll tell him tomorrow. He'll find out whether he wants to or not," she said to herself. She rubbed her growing stomach adoringly, hardly believing there was a little baby in there. <br />
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She went to bed early that night. She was to wake up at 6:30 A.M., eat a quick breakfast, brush her teeth, and get ready for school. She sighed heavily as she lied in bed, and started dreaming sweetly about the days to come with her future children.<br />
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After she stopped staring at her enlarged stomach, she hopped into the shower for a much needed bath before going upstairs for some breakfast. (Don't you just LOVE the movable shower curtain?) <br />
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By the time Salline finished her shower and cereal, she had only a few minutes before the bus came to pick her up. She promised herself that when she could afford it, she was ditching the bus for a cooler car for herself. She'd need that anyways. Sadly, she didn't have enough time to brush her teeth before she left either. Thankfully for other sims, Salline borrowed a piece of gum from one of her friends.<br />
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Before school let out, Alex invited Salline over to his house. She gladly accepted, and when she got there she told him the good news. It took it excitingly well, and pulled her into a tight embrace before prancing off to work. Salline just walked home happily. <br />
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When Salline got home, she quickly ate dinner, did homework, practiced magic, and finally decided to make a sort of 'second' nursery for toddler sims. She wanted her family to have the best they could get, and wanted them to know that they were 'big girls' and 'big boys,' and therefore didn't have to sleep in a normal crib like their baby siblings.<br />
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Salline noticed that Luna was asleep on her little pallet in the floor way too early for her usual timing. She wasn't used to seeing Luna's sleeping form, and it threw her off a little. Maybe she was just stress about Salline's pregnancy?<br />
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Salline decided she was too stressed that morning to go to school, either that or she knew something was going to happen. She was in her last few days of pregnancy, no coincidence. She wobbled up the stairs with her polka-dotted pj's to get some food. After she ate, she cleaned out the refridgerator. She kept complaining, "Tastes like fridge!"<br />
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and contractions started! She was in labor!<br />
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