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.

DOARS- Week 9 Day 2- The Easiest Thing

Welcome back! Thanks for baring with me while I went through my terribly unromantic phase! I'm not sure that I'm out of it, but here's a new chapter none-the-less.

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Dear Diary,



Have you ever been in love? It sounds like a simple question. The answer is either yes or no. But the heart complicates things. That heart wants to so desperately be in love, it wants so badly that it can fool us into anything. It is so deceptive that when we earnestly try to see if we're doubting, and thus know if it's real love or not, the heart will give a firm, instant, never doubting stand. It lies. Have I ever been in love? Am I in love? It sounds like a simple question. It sounds like the easiest thing to answer. After all, when love's real, it's as hard to ignore as the green tint to my parent's skin tone, right?

Today when I woke up, I felt like I was in love. Not that I was overly familiar with love stories, or common perceptions of love. You may have noticed that in my childhood my head was not filled with tales of romance or really any example of love other than my parents. Truly, my parents are the only love that I'm acquainted with. They are the shining example in my life of a romance that brings security and happiness, a love that creates the beautiful family I grew up in. Is this how my mother feels about my father?

Today I woke up with a feeling. I belonged to Rommich, my heart, mind, soul, everything that I was, it was all his for the asking. It was a peculiar feeling. I think I should feel scared, but I don't. I think I should feel nervous, but I don't. I just feel... right. I feel like my life is exactly how it should be. I feel like it would be fantastic to spend every minute of every day with Rommich just to find out what he's like; what he likes; what he thinks. Wouldn't it be worth it, if I could someday just look at his remarkable alien face and know exactly what he was thinking? Or if I could tell how he felt, just by the way he held my hand? If I could do that, anything would be worth it.



When I peaked out my window I saw my parents in their garden and wondered, did they ever just know? I can't imagine that they didn't when they're so obviously in love. When they got married, did my mother know for sure that he was the man for her and he was her soul mate? Does she even believe in soul mates? Did they just settle for each other? How did they keep the spark alive?

It's at this point that you can tell that my mother and my relationship hasn't necessarily been as thorough as it maybe should have when it comes to teaching me to have a healthy relationship. I'll figure things out, though. I don't know if I have grandparents, but I know that there was never a strong maternal influence in my mother's life and she figured things out, so I will, too.

Wait, that made it sound like she hasn't been a strong maternal influence in my life. Well, she just never really sat down with me and talked about how to be wifely or womanly, but she was a strong influence, for sure.

Moving onto matters that don't require searching the soul or sounding deep, the bush that turned me blue for a day made my mother glow for six hours. I told her not to touch it, that thing is death in bush form, but she did anyway. Silly woman.

At least she didn't die.

This time.



As soon as I got up and around I made a homemade salad with enough for a whole family and thought to myself that there was only one person that I really wanted to be eating it with. Sure I might enjoy it without him there, but if he was there, I'm sure the salad would be that much crisper and satisfying. After all doesn't being with the man you lo-really like, make everything better?

 Fortunately he called me, and he thought it was an excellent idea to do lunch.


I casually mentioned to him while he was eating that he was free to take up permanent residence in the house. I know, I know, smooth really isn't in my vocabulary. I'm a blunt person... what can I say?

His reaction was not readable. I like to think he was pleasantly surprised, but the truth is he might have been confused. Poor guy, he's never been in love with a sim girl before. I'm sure I must be terribly confusing for him. Well, that is if he's in love. To be on the safe side, he's never had a sim girl in love with him, so it's probably confusing. Not that I'm for sure in love. I'd hate to be that kind of girl, the one so certain of something that's really not true. I might be in love. Maybe.




We played hopscotch for several hours and I beat him. Heh, I'm a Sw0rd, he really didn't have a chance.



Some post hopscotch conversation was had to make sure his dignity and feelings were in tact.


They were certainly in tact, so much so that I'm not sure he even knew that he lost... but that worked out for me and my new beautiful roses. That was so thoughtful of him to stash them in his pocket for me!


He even leaned in for a kiss! Well that clarified his feelings on the matter for sure. I'm not sure I even remembered to breath. I know that I didn't do anything but just stand there in shock. He kissed me! We shared our first kiss!

Now I have to admit, I have never been a believer in magical first kisses, or that special spark when you're with the one you love. Until now. It sounds silly, I know! That you could receive a shock or a spark when your lips touch your soul mates. I mean, poppycock! Right? Well, is it any sillier than believing a malevolent force powered by the moon unleashed an army of zombies to destroy the planet? Or that a silly little girl and her silly little brother could find a way to stop them and save two races? You've believed crazier things, so just trust me on this. Our first kiss magical.


The look in his eyes definitely confirmed that he felt the same that I did. It was very reassuring to be gazing into the eyes of my soul mate and knowing that he's as in love with me as I am with him. We were at the same level and the same point in our relationship. It can't get better than that. I wasn't wondering if he was about to take a step back, because we were taking the same steps forward. Together. That's special.

How did I get so fortunate to find the love of my life so quickly?








 Whether we are fools for rushing in, or wise to not delay this relationship that we're both so sure about, is up to you to decide. Where one would say rush, I would say eager.

I can't wait to start my life with him. I'm not going to wait for silly notions about making sure he's the one, testing the relationship, making it take longer than how you really feel, and setting a slow pace. Is he the one for me? Absolutely! Do I want to live my life with him? Without a doubt.
You can have your common conceptions about love and time, but I'm going to have a vow with myself that no matter what I learn about him, I'll love him and accept him, and the promise from him that he'll do the same for me. Have whatever opinion about it you wish. None the less, we're engaged and I couldn't be happier about it. It was the simplest decision of my life.



And as we opened our eyes for the first time as an engaged couple, the house changed.




The entire color scheme looked like lime, pink, and sea foam threw up everywhere. I must say that the gnomes do lack a certain finesse when it comes to decorating. Sea foam is the color that Rommich likes best, so I suppose this means that the gnomes are all on board for our marriage.
















My father and his future son-in-law bonded over energy collection. You can see my father's tan very well in this picture. All of his hard work farming turns his green skin to a slightly sickly color. Hopefully Rommich won't ever spend that much time outside. His skin color is perfect the way it is.


As the day ended, I thought about just how great my life was. I have the man I love, the approval of the mysterious gnomes, and the promise of all my hopes and dreams of a bigger family.

What more could I want?

Happily engaged,

Raquel Sw0rd


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So, I think trying to write the romance of these two is going to be really hard for me! Playing them is so simple and they're so sweet together, but when it comes to writing it, it's quite the challenge!

I'm sure things will get easier after they get married and move to Starlight Shores. :)

Edit: It was painfully obvious to me that I wrote this when I was in a relationship that wasn't special in any way shape or form. After falling love, real love, and getting married to the man of my dreams, I learned. Yes, first kisses can be magical. Yes, there can be tangible sparks. Yes, love at first sight really does exist. You really can just know without being scared even a little bit. This chapter was re-written for just such reasons.

DOARS- Where are we going?

Hello all!

I am growing weary of SV, also it's getting harder and harder to save there w/o error 12s, so the DOARS are moving! Don't worry about the story details, I can handle those, just pick the town that you think they'd be best in. I'll have a poll up on the side, it'll be open for a week or so. :)

Also, we're coming up on the year anniversary, which makes me sad, but happy. Sad because I'm only at the start of generation two and it took me only a year to get through my DITFT, so yeah... I'm playing MUCH slower than I used to!

So! Any ideas for the anniversary special?

Lastly, it is highly likely that the format of chapters is about to change, this is your heads up on that score.

Thanks for your participation!

-Isa

P.S. I'll leave you with a cute picture of a random alien baby named Abbey

DOARS- Week 9, Day 1- Not the One

Welcome back!
Last time we dealt with a sudden and unexpected transformation of Raquel's parents into aliens. Raquel, also unexpectedly, felt like they were no longer her parents. She seemed to get over that and move on to bigger and better things, like planning a family with someone who I think most of you have guessed already. If not, you'll find out soon! Enjoy!

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Dear Diary,

Early this morning I had an unexpected visitor interrupt my dreams.

He was not at all unwelcome, though.

My parents were less excited by his visit, which was appropriate. When I mentioned that he had come to help us with their new transition to alienhood, they seemed even less impressed. Or maybe it was that the chef on tv had destroyed the dish he was trying to make. It's hard to tell.

He seemed happy enough to chat with me for a bit, though. We talked about the 'why's and 'how's of the cure and if the cured ones fertility would return to normal. I imagine his interest in the topic was for much the same reason as mine. Which should be obvious, and if it isn't, well... you didn't stop reading last week when you were supposed to, did you? Please stop now.


He didn't stay long and after he left I returned to bed and my parents started working on their garden. I say their, because I think they put an equal amount of work into it. I bet my mother never would have thought that she'd have a thriving garden!

In celebration of family bonding and in an effort to feel more like a family, we went to the festival and enjoyed some of the seasonal activities.



After having stars painted on my face in honor of the man whom I hoped would father my future children, I had a pleasant surprise. Rommich had popped by to spend the day with us. Wasn't that thoughtful of him?

Apparently Zhiddezoe was losing her hold on the alien race. Now that the zombies were being cured, the former leaders were taking back over, and this nonsense about aliens needing to marry other aliens to produce alien offspring was being abandoned. Of course, if it didn't turn out that the cured aliens could reproduce, I'm sure they'd pick it back up again.

In the meanwhile, I was content to enjoy my time with Rommich and motivated to possibly speed things up. I know that may be sudden for you, but let me explain.

I decided when I was a child and first met Rommich that I was going to marry him. I know, I never said anything, that wasn't the nicest thing I've ever done. I should have mentioned it before. Regardless, that was what I decided. When I was a teen, you may have noticed that I never had a boyfriend and aside from asking a mildly attractive boy to dance, I never pursued anyone either. Now you know why. Rommich is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and after years of knowing him and being his confidant, I know what I'm doing. He's the man for me.

After hours of skating my parents went home, but I stayed behind to chat with Rommich, and then after night fell, he kindly took me home.

I thought about making a move when he said goodnight, but I settled for a hug. Although I'm confident in my feelings for him, I'm not as confident in his feelings for me, and I'm a little too scared to make the first move. Instead I wrote him a poem while I took a bath.

Those deep dark orbs that capture my soul
That touch of your smooth, silky skin
Those lingering looks that make me whole
That struggle to breath air suddenly too thin
Those arms of yours that take me home
That scent of your clothes from far away
Those bonds of love that never will roam
That unending promise of every new day
That proprietary longing my heart won't deny
Only to be broken when eternity has gone by

Trying to decide when I can call him back,
-Raquel Sw0rd
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So here I thought I was better about writing romance, but I'm still not, so it'll be a bit before the next chapter comes out, unless you all are okay with an extremely unromantic romance for Raquel, if so leave a comment and I'll trudge along.
Edited to be a mushier (hopefully) poem!