DOARS- Week 9, Day 7- Little Miracles

Welcome back! For those of you who are monitoring Raquel's pregnancy, you may be very excited to see this post, as she's due to give birth today! Yay! I'm excited, you're excited, we're all excited, so let's get on with it, eh?
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Dear Diary,

This morning when I woke up, the other members of the family were going about their business much like they always do.


My father was messing around with his genetic experiments.


My husband was messing around with his scientific experiments.



And I woke up feeling very strange. On my way to find Rommich, I realized why.

Rommich rushed me to the hospital, and just two hours later we went home with William.

When we got back home, my mother was tending to the garden. A task she immediately left to come coo over William and tell me that he looks just like his father. That's true, William does look an awful lot like Rommich. Actually, he doesn't look anything like me. If I hadn't just given birth to him, I might wonder if he was really mine.


My dad was waiting for us in the newly furnished nursery section of our room. His baby girl had just had a baby of her own, and he was so happy, and trying so hard not to cry. It was touching, really. My father was a quiet man who kept his feeling close to his chest, seeing him so moved over William made me love my father even more. He was going to be a great grand-father.


William was such a little thing. He fell asleep in my arms before we even came home. It almost stirred something inside me. Almost.

My mother took him until she had to go to work. She said I needed to rest and recuperate after having a baby, but I saw the look in her alien eyes. The joy of being a grandmother was tempered by fear and sadness. I'm not William's mother, and she could tell. Well, genetically I'm his mother, but the bond just wasn't there and I couldn't hide that from her.

While my mother watched William, Rommich rushed off for his mandatory singing in the park. The minimum he was obligated to perform every day was two hours. I might have resented him for it, for leaving his brand new baby for a few hours, but I didn't. I only wished that I could have gone with him.

I know what I'm supposed to feel for William and I don't feel it. I'm supposed to love him, to want to hold him... I'm supposed to feel something, but I can barely look at him. The only thing I feel when I hear him whimper is guilt. I never should have had him.

My brother came over as Rommich was getting home. He needed to talk about the assignment I'd be starting as soon as my maternity leave was up. I tried to pay attention, really I did. It was something about breaking into the local concert hall and then delivering the goods.. somewhere, but I couldn't focus, my thoughts were consumed by the fact that I was going to have to be home with William for the next four work days, while my parents hovered, and watched me like a hawk; while they were probably judging me for everything I did wrong as a mother.

As soon as my brother left an intense exhaustion came over me and I excused myself to bed. Maybe the only thing that was wrong with me was being worn out after giving birth. Maybe when I wake up I'll feel like a mother. That must be it... right?

But that night, something very strange happened...
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I've often said of my stories that they take a mind of their own and I just write them as I feel fit. Maybe that's why my writing style isn't consistent and my stories never get finished, lol. But still, I wanted William to be what Raquel needed to start feeling some joy. I really did... but... she just wasn't having it. When William was born Raquel just wasn't feeling it, despite being a Family Oriented sim.

DOARS- Week 9 Day 6- The Sun Will Come Out

Welcome Back! I'm working very diligently to get back into the swing of writing. Technically I'm behind two days, but I haven't played in FOREVER, so it'll probably be quite a while after the next chapter before we see an update. But, I know that you guys will wait around patiently cos you're good like that. :)

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Dear Diary,

Today I did not have to remember anything when I woke up. I had nightmares all night about every terrible thing that could happen to the growing life inside me. I'd go into details, but then I'd have to relive it, and that is not something I'm willing to do. Experiencing it once was more than sufficient for a lifetime.

I must say I'm changing so much more than I expected, now that I'm about to be a mother. My view on life is infinitely different. I worry about what kind of example I'm setting, how to live a good life, how to be honorable, how to develop good work habits. How does one raise a healthy well adjusted child? How did my parents do it? I'm so fortunate to still have them in my life. I could do it alone, with just Rommich and I, but it's so much better that we have my parents. I only hope I don't give into the temptation to make it all their responsibility.

Let's face it. I'm a smuggler. I'm a sell out. I'm a hypocrite. I don't deserve to be a mother, I don't deserve this baby, and I'm just not good enough for it. Wouldn't it be better with my parents?

Now, I know, I'm supposed to tell myself that's wrong. It's my responsibility, it's my child, it will be better with me. I'm just not sure that I believe that. Sure, it is my responsibility, that's absolutely correct, but what's best for my baby? My entire life has been turned on its head, how am I supposed to be sure about anything anymore?



My parents work so well together, will Rommich and I ever have that? I love him with all of my heart, I honestly do. He's for sure the best I could have ever wanted or asked for. There isn't another soul I'd want as my life partner. It's just that this assignment is going to break us. How could it not? I don't see any way out, I don't see any relief, and I sure as hell don't see a light at the end of the tunnel.

What are we going to do?

My mother always told me to count my blessings. She said to focus on the little good stuff when life gets you down. Funny that she would say that, right? She worries about everything, every change is a new problem that could wipe out the planet to her! I mean I didn't grow up finding empty toothpaste everywhere and used bottles of soap for nothing.

The thing is, I've read about neurotic sims and it could be so much worse. Maybe focussing on the good things, no matter how small, is how she escaped being totally psychotic? Maybe that's how she learned to cope with it. I mean, she's a far cry from the sim that imprisoned her youngest son in a crypt for his own safety! Or was it a dungeon?  Basement? I can't remember, I only remember that it was an explanation for his infamous life of crime.

But I digress, I'm trying to focus on positive things here. So let's look at the brightside. We're financially stable. That could be one HUGE stress on us, but our baby is not ever going to know what it feels like to be in need, to be poor. That is something I'm truly grateful for.

Also, we live in a beautiful part of the simWorld. Starlight Shores is a gorgeous place for sure! The weather is always nice, the water is perfect for swimming. The neighborhood is nice. There are probably little kids that aren't questionable in any way running around that my baby will grow up with. Aside from my brother, I really didn't have that. That is another thing I really am grateful for.


It looks like my family weren't the only ones uprooted from Sunset Valley. I wonder what they did to tick off the alien counsel. I mean, people only move here as a punishment, right?

You know, I really shouldn't complain too much about the location. Every sim dreams of living in Starlight Shores. We've got celebrities, career opportunities, great weather. What more could you want from a location?

We've got open to the public sim fests to show off new talent. Before too long it's gonna be Rommich on that stage performing. It'll be wonderful to see the crowds go wild for him. He may not be at all suited to being a celebrity, but his singing is pretty fantastic. I can guarantee that he never would have sung to me if he hadn't received this assignment. So that's not bad, either.

Plus, he's excited about our baby. I wish I could be more excited, like him.

But for now it's enough that he is. He's going to be a great father. I know he's wanted children for a long time. He's wanted a family for a long time. Sometimes I forget about how much older than me he is, but he's been wanting a family for about as long as I've been alive. I'm so happy that no one snatched him up before I could. His determination to keep living the life he wants even though we're forced into unappealing careers does a lot to keep me from totally losing my mind and falling into a deep depression. Not that I'm happy. I wouldn't go that far, but maybe, with Rommich by my side, maybe I will be happy in time. Maybe.

I know my family is worried about me. My mother keeps telling me that my mood will affect my baby. I don't want that. That's why I'm trying to be better. I want to give this baby everything it deserves. Even if I have to live a life of crime, maybe I can hide it from my children. They don't have to know what I do, just that I work. Won't that be better?


In other news that may or may not affect the future of this family, my father has found a new toy. One that really freaks my mother and me out. He's messing with the genetic codes of things and cloning and all sorts of scientific things that could potentially go awry.

No matter, though, he's smart, he's responsible, and I have so much on my plate that I'm not going to add a potential worry to my list of misery.

Rommich made sure that I ended the day on a happy note. He stayed in bed with me until I fell asleep. That was very sweet of him. When he's right next to me I feel like we might actually have a chance after all.

Plus, this maternity leave means a delay in joining the smuggling business. That can't be a bad thing, right?

Hoping for happy dreams,

Raquel Thobanob

DOARS- Week 9 Day 5- The Smuggler and The Singer

Welcome back! After several months and edits on the most recent chapters, I'm sure you guessed that a new chapter would come out before too long. I apologize for my melodramatic-ness and the halt on the DOARS.  Everything's so much better now and as long as the inspiration flows, the DOARS will, too!
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Dear Diary,

Waking up to a house full of activity is just the thing to make one feel left out. It's like when you're a kid and you get sent to bed early cos you need your sleep, but your parents are still up watching tv. Or if you wake up extra late on Saturday morning, only to hear voices in the kitchen and when you get there the last bite of the last gooey cinnamon roll is going into your brother's mouth. It's these kinds of memories that I have when I first wake up... pretty much every day now.



And then I remember. Those silly memories are down right happiness compared to the remembering. For just a moment when I wake up, I'm a little girl wondering what her family's been up to while she slept. Then I remember. I'm a smuggler. I steal from good people to rebuild a civilization on another planet. Not that that is a terrible goal, but... me, a thief? I have values. I have morals. I'm family oriented, I'm good. Really I am, deep down, I'm a good person, isn't there a way I can help the cause that doesn't involve living a life of guilt?

Not only that, but I'm going to be a mother soon. The signs are undeniable. Rommich and I are going to be parents. How will we raise a child and teach it to live a good life, when we can't set a good example?

My parents are good, honest people. They're upstanding citizens. My mother led a clean life in spite of fame and fortune. She showed celebrities that they can resist the snare and temptations associated with stardom. My father found comfort in the ground, in getting his hands dirty with hard work. There's no way that I can do as good a job parenting as they did.


We weren't the only ones facing that dilemma. My brother called to reconnect with Rommich and talk about the same problem. Or a similar one anyway. His assignment was to become the emperor of evil. Only his problem, I'll admit, was more severe than my own, because he loved it, and he hated loving it. It's no secret that my brother is evil. He tries so very hard to be good, he came so far and did so well to be the best sim he could be, to resist that ever lurking dark side. How could they do this to him? If he was surrounded by evil, surely he'd succumb.

It was a sad reality that I had to face. Someday I was going to lose my brother. This would surely destroy his life, his marriage, his children, who he had tried so hard to be.

But the counsel wasn't done with us yet. Zhiddezoe called Rommich out for one last assignment. My scientifically minded husband was going to be pulled in another direction. All this just so that we could be together.

He came home, late, exhausted, his voice hoarse and told me his assignment. The smuggler and the singer. They could not have picked two roles less suited to us. But they knew that already.

My parents left the house to get away from all the gloom and doom. The house was filled with it, no doubt. Rommich and I just started our lives together. We were so excited, so happy, so in love, so eager to build our future. Then we had the rug ripped from beneath our feet. We'll get through it together, we'll make it, we'll figure out how to be happy, but this isn't the life I was expecting, and it's going to be a struggle for sure.

At least my parents can find comfort in each other, though. They were each other's island.

Their happy outing ended in heartbreak. Zhiddezoe passed away. We'd had our ups and downs with her, to be sure. What she wanted and what we wanted never quite lined up, but she was a good woman. As her soul faded away she whispered, "I'm sorry, I tried to save them."

She fought to the last for the greater good, and I will forever remember her as one of the most honorable people I've ever known.

Over the morose burnt dinner, my husband announced my pregnancy. It had to be done, after all pregnancies only lasted so long, but the timing couldn't have been worse.

My first child should have been a period of rejoicing, but no rejoicing could be done. Our emotions raw, our futures uncertain, how could we rejoice that a new life would be thrown into this hell-hole?

Starlight Shores was going to be the death of us.

Unprepared as always,

Raquel Thobanob

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This is just too dark for me, I'm going to have to find a way to lighten it up!

I thought this was great, though! As soon as Zhidd died, Lynn got this wish. Aww, I'm gonna miss that questionable old lady.

Seriously, another 6 month break?

Hello!

Hello? Anyone there? Well.... if there is I'll leave this for them. :)

Where in the world have I been?!? First I left mysterious comments about a terrible break-up and then a strange comment about being happy again and then BAM off the face of the map! I don't know why any of you still put up with me!

However! I can explain a few things. I have and have had great plans for Raquel and Rommich since their love began. I've been itching to write it, as it's a story very near to my heart (based off one of the love stories that I've always wanted to model my love life off of), but I just couldn't write it earlier this year. I'm not a talented writer, I can't divorce my writing from my real life issues and it left this couple that I sincerely love in a quandary of doubt insecurity that the readers picked up on. That is completely not how the story was supposed to go. Being in a relationship that was really bad for me at the time would have completely destroyed Raquel and Rommich had I kept writing them. But, as I'm a fairly stable person, and certainly a person that doesn't let a bad relationship continue for anything longer than 3 months, I knew that Raquel and Rommich could have their day if I stopped trying to force it.

"If you don't let bad things continue for more than 3 months and this relationship you keep talking about started in February, then where in the world have you been since the end of May?!?" You might ask me that. That's a valid question.

On June 1st I met the love of my life. I was not expecting it at all. I had just ended an on and (mostly) off again relationship of two years and I tried really hard to let this one go. I told myself I wasn't ready. Well, when it's true love, it's true love... and he was persistent. Anyways long story short, I started dating this fantastic man who took all my free time, and then we got engaged and then we got married, moving me about 500 miles north of where I was (back to where I grew up) and completely changing my life.

But! I have my computer set up now. I have sims 3 installed. I have a new addiction to League of Legends (DARN IT!), but keep an eye on this blog as the DOARS may just be making an appearance.

Also, after reviewing the last few posted chapters, some of them may get re-writes, just a heads up. Any re-written chapters will be announced. :)

EDIT:
Week 9, Day 1 got a new poem at the end to replace the other one.

Week 9, Day 2 was almost completely re-written.

Week 9, Day 3 got some rewrites as well.

DOARS! Announcement!

Hello readers!

I know my updating has been sporadic, I am sorry about that. It'll be better soon. The part of the problem that had nothing to do with my personal life is that I installed UL and since then I've been having terrible crashes!

So gameplay has been down to almost nil for quite a while! But I finally broke down and got rid of all my mods (ALL of them) :(. And I'm saving like every 10 minutes or so, it's really a pain in the butt.... Anyways, so the game is running fairly ok and the first child of generation 3 has been born!

YAYAY! This legacy has been going for over a year now and we're only just now on generation 3... sad, sad fact there. The DITFT that I did took me 4 months. I guess that's what blogging about a legacy does to the time frame...

:) I just wanted to announce the birth to you guys. I'll leave the gender neutral for now so I don't spoil too much.

DOARS- Week 9 Day 4- By The Stars

Welcome Back!

I took a little break, I had some issues after I installed Uni cos it kept crashing and wouldn't save... but I think I figured it out now! (Read as I save every 30 minutes and half the time it fails and crashes) Not to mention that I had my heart crushed into little bitty pieces... again. But at least everything is settled now and I'm not wondering about what if's and that kind of nonsense.

I am currently working on plans to purchase a new computer (mine is 5 yrs old) with much better specs to run sims...And I'm thinking of uninstalling UNI, quite seriously thinking about it, actually.
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Dear Diary,

I got married yesterday. It took me a while to remember that, because my husband doesn't sleep. So I have no instant reminder of being a married woman. There's no snugly man in my bed when I wake up, no arms around me, no bruises on my legs from sleeping next to a restless sleeper...

Well that last one is ok with me. I do kind of wish Rommich slept, though. Oh well! There was something different, though. The smell. Something doesn't smell right. Usually there's a sunny sort of fragrance in the air, I know that sounds weird, but it's true! Today things are different. The light is coming through the window in a different pattern, and .... was there always a mountain behind our house?

Ok, I admit, I've never spent a lot of time in our backyard, but I'd remember if we were sitting in front of a large city centered around what looks to be entertainment. I don't think we're in Sunset Valley anymore. Either we aren't, or we've time traveled into a distant future and the town was destroyed in the meantime.

Not that this is all bad, we're still close to an ocean. Also, there's probably more to do in this town than in Sunset Valley.

I surveyed the premises and let it sink in. I kind of always thought I'd live in Sunset Valley. When I married Rommich, I was fairly certain that's where we were going to build out life. We still have our house, though, that's something... but how did it get here? Probably aliens.




When I returned to the house, Rommich told me to fill out this survey thing for a local school. I dutifully obeyed. I didn't ask about the town switch, though. I just couldn't bring myself to. I looked into his eyes and I just knew that if he had done this without consulting me, I wouldn't be able to bare it. So I stayed silent. Did Rommich do this? Did he relocate the entire family without warning?

It was at this point that I realized something dreadful. I don't trust my husband. I'm starting to understand longer courtships now. We spent so little time trying to get to know one another in a romantic capacity. I thought it'd be the same as when we were friends, just with a little kissing and what not thrown in. I was wrong.








We finished the survey we were completing and I know I must have been acting weird and dodgy, but he didn't notice. He went to go play with potions, he didn't even ask me what was wrong. What did I get myself into?

I left to go take a walk, I needed to clear my head, but on my way out Hector showed up. Well, I guess we weren't the only ones uprooted from our town.

He came bearing ill-favored news.
"I have an assignment for you from the Galactic Counsel."


The assignment led me to this shady building. The Counsel, apparently, needed goods smuggled out of this town, Starlight Shores, to help rebuild the alien planet. They wanted me to do it as punishment or repayment for marrying Rommich without their consent. The message they gave me through Hector said that it was either this or they would charge Rommich with abandoning his post in war-time, and the gravity of this war meant that would be life in prison. I may not fully trust Rommich, but I do love him, and I couldn't let that happen.

This is how my life as a smuggler begins.







The treadmill was the only thing I greeted when I returned from selling my soul to the devil, so to speak. I was already in decent shape, because of the exercise I'd been doing when my parents were dead, but I knew that it wouldn't be enough. I was going to be running with the dregs of society, I was going to be fighting the good guys and stealing people things, and if I didn't want to get caught I needed to be fit.

On second thought maybe I should start overeating and give up on this fitness. Could I ever lead a happy life of crime?






"Hector, how did we get to starlight shores? Was it the counsel?"
"The relocation is punishment for Raquel's marriage and my own. We didn't respect their laws on governmental approval. They have assignments they need done here, and we're indebted to them, so we're going to do them."
"Sounds shady." Lynn narrowed her eyes and her son made a questionable move.
"Don't worry, mother, Raquel and I can handle it."
All he got in response was an unbelieving grunt.









One advantage to never sleeping was that Cycl0n3 had more time for his garden. In this new town there were all sorts of plants that Sunset Valley didn't have. He went to the store and bought all the ones he could get his hands on. He was going to have the garden of his dreams.




When my muscles were too sore to continue running and the hour grew late I retired to my bedroom and found my husband waiting for me.
"I didn't bring us here." He said as I laid down next to him. I felt guilty. "I know why we're here, though. The counsel needed several agents to come here to carry out their assignments. They asked me if I would before we got married. I refused. Now they're punishing us."
"Why didn't you tell me we needed their approval to get married? I thought you said they didn't care if you married an outsider anymore," I asked him, I'm pretty sure it was a valid question.
"You family was tainted in the war. Your own parents lost their genetic integrity. They wouldn't let either Pat nor I marry a Sw0rd, war heroes though you and Hector are." I sighed and rolled onto my side away from him.
"You should have told me that." He placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm telling you now, Raquel. I'm sorry this is happening to us, but we can make it through. We just have to trust each other and rely on each other."
I have to admit it, he was right. After the horrible day that I'd had, though, I just didn't want to be having that conversation. I wanted to crawl into a hole and forget that I'd signed up for a life I despised. If I had known that was the price would I still have married him?
I don't know.
"Rommich, I'm tired, let me go to sleep now. We can talk about this tomorrow."

I'm a terrible wife.
-Raquel Thobanob

DOARS- Week 9 Day 3- Fine Things and Wedding Rings

Dear Diary,

Today is my wedding day. It's not too many days you can say something so exciting! Well, in fact it's just this one day. Today is my one and only wedding day to the love of my life. I felt so wonderful about the whole thing that I was tempted to find something to worry about. I had a whole slew of options to chose from on that score.

What if something goes wrong? What if Tony wasn't weakened enough and takes him? I can't survive losing my family again. What if we can't have children together? Can I really be a happy wife without children to fill my home? I want at least five. At the very least.What if his species doesn't accept our marriage? What if mine doesn't? Will we have to face public ridicule? How will that affect our marriage?

Oh there are so many things that I could let terrify me. There are so many things that I could worry about. But lets just face the facts here: I am not a neurotic sim, and I am certainly not alone. Rommich is by my side, whatever difficulties we face will be handled together. I leave my life and my heart in his most capable hands. So why worry? Why mar my wedding day with insecure thoughts? Plus, like I said, I don't have the right requirements to be constantly worried about these things. My mother would be the one to look to for excessive worry, not me.


After spending the night hanging out with my parents, no doubt trying to teach them how to be better aliens, it appears that they have taught him how to fit in. Laundry is always the key in this family, of course.

In fact, I was a tad surprised that he didn't help with the gardening, but I suppose there's only so many new things a person can try in a day, and he already has laundry and getting married on the list, so gardening might have been right out.


By the time I got up all the chores and little things to do around the house had been done, which makes sense as there are now three aliens who don't sleep wandering around looking for something to keep their attention. All that was left was to invite over my family and get married.

I will admit to trembling slightly as I got out of bed. Was this really happening? It was like an epiphany every moment. I was engaged! OMGoodness! Rommich actually loved me! Hold up... WE'RE GETTING MARRIED! I hate to admit that it took me a few seconds, perhaps even a minute, to remember that when I first woke up today. How long will that last? How long before I stop accidentally forgetting where I'm at in my life?

This is sudden to be sure. Does that mean that its doomed? I already addressed my feelings on that score last night. Like I said then, you may have the opinion you wish. Rommich and I are the ones that will be married, we are the ones starting our family, we're the ones that will reap the blessings or consequences, so please don't get worked up about it. It's not your life, you're merely a spectator.

Not that I don't appreciate your spectating, I really do, I just don't need your approval. And I mean that in the best possible way.

I informed my mother of our plans to wed and, as I imagined, she had already heard that plan from my betrothed. After all he did hang out with them the entire night, it would have been strange for him not to mention that he was marrying their daughter the next day.

"And in three days, you'll have a little girl just like this, and she'll whine-"
"Dear, you're frightening the poor alien."

My mother seems to be completely on board with the idea of grandchildren. Who can blame her? Rommich and I will have some of the most adorable children ever! I can't wait to see him as a father, and my parents as grandparents. I can't wait to have my first child and hold him or her in my arms and know that they depend completely on me. There's this precious little person that is my responsibility and will eventually become an incredible person capable of self-sufficiency and brightening the world around them. That is a feeling I'm looking forward to.

Hector and Pat came for the wedding, with a bit of shocking news themselves. They eloped! They decided to take advantage of the alien's (possibly temporary) acceptance of intergalactic marriage and exchanged rings. I'm sure they'll be happy together. They look exhausted, though! Poor guys, all that travelling between our planet and the alien's (they're still working on restoring the planet, you see) must be taking its toll on them.

"Mother."
"Hector."
"...."
".... So, you got married, huh? She pregnant?"
"No... *cough* but um... I think we want to be parents... soon... ish."

I could have hoped for a slightly warmer greeting with my brother and mother, but oh well! She probably wanted to be invited to the wedding.

At an appropriate hour, we agreed to hold the ceremony.

I am Mrs. Rommich Thobanob.

That's fantastic! It's perfect, absolutely perfect. I'm married, we're married. Rommich and I finally got married after years of me hoping, it finally happened. I love him so much, and he loves me! What could be better? He's my husband. Just saying that makes me smile.

It's a pity my mother couldn't stick around longer, but it was time for her to go to work. At least she got to stay for the ceremony.

Apparently love is in the air, today. It's good to see my brother and Pat together. They're so cute. I'm sure they'll be good parents, and probably sooner than my commitment phobe brother would like. I wonder how she ever coerced him down the aisle in the first place. Well, true love does conquer all. I wish them all the best, at any rate.

My  mother rushed home from work just after the wedding dinner.

"Mom, I have something to tell you. I was probed... voluntarily."
*Gulp*
"I have a daughter. Her name is Abbey."
"Oh! I thought you were going to say something else! When can I meet her? She's my first grandbaby, oh, I'm gonna spoil that girl rotten and give her back to you!"
"Uh... not until she's 13... heh, heh."
"I'm just gonna go ask Pat about that..."
"Just kidding!"
"Thought so."

Apparently the aliens used Zhiddezoe's genetic code to impregnate my brother and now I'm an aunt! They have some of the strangest technology. I don't think I'll ever totally understand their culture and species, but that's okay. Rommich can be a mystery that I might never quite figure out, I'll have fun trying anyway.

Any hard feelings over my mother missing out on Hector's life were easily dealt with by trouncing him in a few rounds of hopscotch. At least she's an easy woman to get back on your good side. That's quite the admirable quality if you ask me.

"So, we're both married, huh?"
"It would appear so."
"You're not really evil are you, Rom?"
"Nah, I was just trying to impress you to get close to your sister..."
"She was just a little girl at the time, you were a grown man...."
"Hey, I plan for the future, nothing wrong with that."

Hector and Rommich spent some guy time together, too, which was nice. It'd been so long since I'd seen them together, that I had kind of forgotten that they were best friends, and until quite recently roommates! Some memory I have! I hope they'll always be close. I know, I was never terribly close to Hector, but Pat and I did bond quite a bit during our mutual high school years and I'd hate to lose touch with their family, especially now since they're raising my niece and likely to have one or two more of their own. I can't wait to meet Abbey. I bet she's just adorable.

Speaking of kids, Rommich and I are agreed that we should have some, if we can. There's still the whole alien/sim thing, but hopefully we're genetically compatible.

Newly married,

Raquel Thobanob

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So the wedding!

I'm not usually too much into strings of photos with out text, but I really liked their wedding and didn't want to leave out the pictures!

It's funny, the romance that I really want to be writing write now is Hector and Pat's! So I kind of regret making Raquel the heir now... strange, huh? I was dreading Hector's Diary, so I switched it, but I kinda which I hadn't. Oh well! Too late now! It's okay, though because I am really attached to Raquel and Rommich, it's just that I'm much more familiar with the 'overcoming commitment issues' story theme.

So! Starlight shores is their destination! Thanks for all the participation in picking that! I was REALLY hoping that one won, so thanks, guys! It's perfect for my story plans.

EDIT: I'm really glad that I didn't go with Hector and Pat now, because the commitment issue thing is something I like to have well and good behind me! I hope you like the updates on the chapter. They are much more in line with how I wanted Raquel and Rommich to be feeling on their wedding day.