tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91469800669581807592024-02-19T00:39:45.345-08:00The Hope LegacyThis is my first legacy! Hope you enjoy it :)starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-38244023127941045662011-10-15T06:54:00.000-07:002011-10-15T06:54:48.057-07:00Bad news...<span style="color: purple;">Hey everyone. I'm here with some bad news... I have decided to stop the legacy. This has been a very hard decision for me, but one that I have to make, otherwise you will all be waiting for an update that is never going to happen.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Life is just getting too busy for me. This school year for me is the most important of my entire life so far. I have lessons and exams that will determine what happens in the rest of my life and so I can't risk slipping behind in school. And it's not like the year after is going to be any easier - in fact it is going to be harder.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Moreover this legacy became to be a chore, which it really shouldn't be.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">I can't just abandon it without telling you guys - I mean, you supported me throughout the legacy, made me smile with your comments and were just generally amazing to me. I really, really, really do appriciate that, so thank you times a billion.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">So... I will not be updating this legacy any further. I will of course leave this blog open as an archive (not just for you, but for me too!) but if you try to contact me through it, it is more than likely that I won't answer you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">This is why I am making a new blog (under this same account) that is basically me talking about life, or sims or posting pictures and stuff. You will be able to contact me through it so I won't be totally gone forever :D</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">If you want to follow it, go ahead. I would be more than honoured if you did. The new blog is here: </span><a href="http://starlingssensationalblog.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: purple;">http://starlingssensationalblog.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="color: purple;">.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Maybe I will start a new legacy in the future? Or maybe not?</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">But again thanks to all of you, and I hope to see some of you over at my new blog.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Much love,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Steph xo</span>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-83640992910581927792011-05-11T09:57:00.000-07:002011-05-11T09:57:05.670-07:00Sorry times a million.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I feel like I owe an apology to you all. I haven't updated for a long while, and I don't want to disappear off the face of the earth and not let you know where I have been.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth exactly... but I can literally not open my game up. It's almost seeming like it's too much effort to do this anymore. It is actually causing me some stress right now, and this legacy hasn't become fun anymore... more like a chore.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I AM NOT stopping this legacy, no matter how this post sounds. I just think I need a long break, and maybe that can reinvest my interest in this legacy again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">It is going to be especially hard, considering I have tons of exams coming up and that is what I should be focusing on right now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">So you may not see me updating for a while, but I am still here - you can contact me at this blog if you want to - and the legacy WILL be back.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Maybe in a couple of months or so.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I hope you can understand. Thank you xx</span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-84905530847945166712011-03-31T10:33:00.000-07:002011-03-31T10:37:04.161-07:00Gen 3, Chapter 3 - Loss<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Sometimes life works in mysterious ways. Sometimes it can be cruel. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Sometimes it</span> <span style="color: #741b47;">rewards those who don't deserve it, and punish those who do.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And sometimes it does things you don't expect, things that come out of the blue.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Mum experienced this first-hand, and now is Grandma, because Grandpa Romeo has passed away.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">We got the call early in the morning from Grandma, who was in sobs of tears. Instantly Mum broke down too, and soon we were all crying.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6YTJNh3tNKemp6obP2EVrXLT57kdIqrgA64kw5RgE_QvbGWOW1B-fcT4DbV8OMAJ6_eesww4UX3stSWTnuwNWymn5HibJM4owUjLNDJBGxAEwczKmpSAkN8ozg7ny4fy1_W5l9hbGGU/s1600/Screenshot-604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6YTJNh3tNKemp6obP2EVrXLT57kdIqrgA64kw5RgE_QvbGWOW1B-fcT4DbV8OMAJ6_eesww4UX3stSWTnuwNWymn5HibJM4owUjLNDJBGxAEwczKmpSAkN8ozg7ny4fy1_W5l9hbGGU/s400/Screenshot-604.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">After a while though it began to sink in. And it didn't seem so bad when you put it into perspective. Grandpa had a long life, doing what he loved with the most he loved. And he died happily and peacefully, and that was what mattered.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Grandma still couldn't accept the fact that her lifelong love had died though, and Mum and Dad made the decision to move her into our house, so she wouldn't be alone anymore.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">We quickly arranged Grandpa's funeral, full of beautiful tributes and the sound of his music (which set us all off again) but at least he was at rest now.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIBT8D0c6UHsGjABtq20EECOleIdQZW6Esrq2FMlIvoxU-2ZyfRWziU0WPOFrUMvqrgo7Xf8VwAIe3opoDx_JvsyctWbmQMwwgGfAjDhkQ5uJwodVj3PP3dYJi8mJDie8IGqHlFX6VHDM/s1600/Screenshot-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIBT8D0c6UHsGjABtq20EECOleIdQZW6Esrq2FMlIvoxU-2ZyfRWziU0WPOFrUMvqrgo7Xf8VwAIe3opoDx_JvsyctWbmQMwwgGfAjDhkQ5uJwodVj3PP3dYJi8mJDie8IGqHlFX6VHDM/s400/Screenshot-600.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iExDlrXqSRHCpiJGydVljBVKpFyHU2p3XekX2elrS4KCNeXKoZkXvcUbAojT-FvSiJO6xCglto_bm7REiicIPucOGp0mw5-1El0M6S9jFcNUpCFXbmDPIKjgp0LnjU_FX2h8HHK5uU8/s1600/Screenshot-603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iExDlrXqSRHCpiJGydVljBVKpFyHU2p3XekX2elrS4KCNeXKoZkXvcUbAojT-FvSiJO6xCglto_bm7REiicIPucOGp0mw5-1El0M6S9jFcNUpCFXbmDPIKjgp0LnjU_FX2h8HHK5uU8/s400/Screenshot-603.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Meanwhile not much was going on my life. It was basically class after class, exam after exam. Fawning after someone I couldn't have, then expressing my sadness through my dance afterwards. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Life had gotten boring to put it frankly. I was stuck in a rut. I willed for <u>something</u> to happen, to make me feel more alive.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV2EH-SyyZ2_dqTbndDCyovEmwLDDs1cCugJRtj5wbfk4xkBy5LpM4ooLjb1IhFB7-YLCGnG3kIGcVsOgh-ekhvvcVVKLTZ28zuij_oP8y_C-pySrEPsqrR0k342j5Jyu3BeQIxtOpVg/s1600/Screenshot-605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV2EH-SyyZ2_dqTbndDCyovEmwLDDs1cCugJRtj5wbfk4xkBy5LpM4ooLjb1IhFB7-YLCGnG3kIGcVsOgh-ekhvvcVVKLTZ28zuij_oP8y_C-pySrEPsqrR0k342j5Jyu3BeQIxtOpVg/s400/Screenshot-605.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzUEVepOi8BtRGGs27pH-Wx7nEfjf984W51kwbEwbrouoI2i4a_wegSH_-_pJT11XVmImPM-MnrcN40-GnuLOKbn0gpRekRdSH8mnSoziy0wuqm7_l4dSWPWvxwKjH3qTAC7yZG9BBuo/s1600/Screenshot-575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzUEVepOi8BtRGGs27pH-Wx7nEfjf984W51kwbEwbrouoI2i4a_wegSH_-_pJT11XVmImPM-MnrcN40-GnuLOKbn0gpRekRdSH8mnSoziy0wuqm7_l4dSWPWvxwKjH3qTAC7yZG9BBuo/s400/Screenshot-575.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Then something happened a couple of months later that definately made me feel more alive, albeit in a bad way.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was with Grandma after school one day, just sitting and watching our favourite soap <em>Twinbrook Heights</em></span><span style="color: #741b47;">.</span><br />
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</div><span style="color: #741b47;"> However I had drifted away from the programme, as I started to think about Luke and the mess I was in.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Grandma must have noticed this sadness for she said to me,</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"What's up chuck?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was surprised she had noticed anything because I am very good at hiding my feelings most of the time. But then again, Grandma was always so empathic.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Nothing Grandma." I replied in a monotone voice, hoping it would mask my feelings.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"No, it isn't nothing sweetie. I can read you like a book. What's the matter, you know you can tell me."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I let out a huge sigh. What did I have to lose?</span></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I started to explain everything, from the first moment I saw Luke to when I saw him with his girlfriend.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Everything just came flowing out like a volcano. Once I had started I found it hard to stop.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Grandma just sat there patiently and listened to every word I said, nodding at my statements at just the right times.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">(That's what I love about Grandma - she will actually<em> listen </em></span><span style="color: #741b47;">to things I say, unlike Mum who is too busy running around, phone on her ear, trying to arrange a meeting about something boring, like shares!)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Grandma then wrapped me into a hug. "Aw darling. If I've learnt something in my entire life, it would be that, although at times it may seem impossible, love ALWAYS finds a way. Sometimes you may not think it, but it WILL. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And you know what? If you really want this Luke boy, go and get him! Nothing will happen if you just sit and wait for it to. Okay?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"But..." my voice faltered.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"You may not think you are strong enough to do this, but you are. Underneath that vulnerable exterior there is a strong girl, who can do anything she wants to if she tries hard enough."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">By then she had reduced me to tears, and I just sat there in her arms. "Thank you Grandma. I love you." I whispered.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Anytime darling. And I love you more." She whispered into my hair.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I then went off to the bathroom to tidy myself up, but when I came back I saw the worst thing. Grandma had passed away, right there.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I broke down uncontrollably, before I saw sense and called an ambulance.</span> </div></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">The worst moments of my entire life.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Although I hate to admit it, Grandma's death affected me much more than Grandpa's did. To have that heart to heart just before Grandma died was... bittersweet.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Her words were going to stick with me forever</span><span style="color: #741b47;">.</span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">They made me realise that life <u>was</u> way too short to sit around waiting for something to happen. I had to make it happen.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was going to go out and GET Luke, no matter what was standing in my way.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">-------------------------------------------------------------------</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">No joke, I was actually crying when I wrote that heart to heart between Issy and Violet.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">I'm going to miss Vi so much! :'(</span></strong></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-17337927578990733412011-03-12T11:46:00.000-08:002011-03-12T11:46:31.054-08:00Gen 3, Chapter 2 - Realisation<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I went to take my seat beside Luke, butterflies going crazy in my stomach.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">He turned to me as I sat down. "Hi, my name's Luke. What's yours?" He whispered, as the teacher started to talk.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">You know sometimes when your mouth won't connect with your brain? You know exactly what you want to say but you just can't say it?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Yeah, that happened to me.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Your name?" He asked again gently, after I sat there with my mouth open for a few moments.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Finally my brain jolted into action. "My name! Of course, my name. Sorry about that, sometimes my mouth doesn't work with my brain." I replied, blushing. Luckily he laughed.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9c-J6ioWqxdbEZvVHUXkjXSoW5YtjxFLxhn_AsR60YHP12EDbEu5AGfvjhrgKd1LleZzpZNriygjiFtuGb_nkSTRIiWLUFrWpdr43V_u9YGxSkkB2oDQypwaDYRITGKoCy3H4NN91ts/s1600/Screenshot-380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9c-J6ioWqxdbEZvVHUXkjXSoW5YtjxFLxhn_AsR60YHP12EDbEu5AGfvjhrgKd1LleZzpZNriygjiFtuGb_nkSTRIiWLUFrWpdr43V_u9YGxSkkB2oDQypwaDYRITGKoCy3H4NN91ts/s400/Screenshot-380.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Anyway, my name is Isabella."</span></div></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Isabella. What a beautiful name."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">If I was blushing before it was nothing compared to how I was blushing now. "Thank you."</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">So we went through the lesson and did some work, chatting along the way. Luke was ultra-nice, funny and sweet, and as the lesson went on I could feel myself coming out of my shell with him. Then sadly the bell rang and it was time for break.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I gathered my stuff and started to head towards the door with Emily.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">She nudged me. "Is something going on between you and Luke? You two seemed like you were having fun."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I just giggled. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">But as I got out the door something stopped me in my tracks.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6LcBSK54RAcLP6bFnAOS1YoXgKjgrhsL-FGFla4SfR_sILADLp49MqZrWRgzYL4bg6UelHEOTVX7PfJSZFGjrHD58p2U4t17liNQfZ26GeDQHLVPtsmVIq39dq61u4RnAXbb4TJb87w/s1600/Screenshot-319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6LcBSK54RAcLP6bFnAOS1YoXgKjgrhsL-FGFla4SfR_sILADLp49MqZrWRgzYL4bg6UelHEOTVX7PfJSZFGjrHD58p2U4t17liNQfZ26GeDQHLVPtsmVIq39dq61u4RnAXbb4TJb87w/s400/Screenshot-319.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Luke kissing another girl.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-4ALpJrwEj88vAjh1ODKxP8EWDbYJqTv2GyWiFXyQp8iIHJf6osQ51LfECcIrQ_C1tz1_yDQbBkAu9p0sfpHJpleM1WggDK3kBW_n3EATd-0YCwmVT5TX20XyS3-tUy1Lr31-4lehPQ/s1600/Screenshot-337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-4ALpJrwEj88vAjh1ODKxP8EWDbYJqTv2GyWiFXyQp8iIHJf6osQ51LfECcIrQ_C1tz1_yDQbBkAu9p0sfpHJpleM1WggDK3kBW_n3EATd-0YCwmVT5TX20XyS3-tUy1Lr31-4lehPQ/s400/Screenshot-337.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I don't know why I was surprised - <u>of course</u> HE had a girlfriend. He was Mr Popular, Mr Nice, Mr everybody-fawns-over-me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">My heart dropped.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Now this may have been a bit over-dramatic for some, but hey - I'm sensitive!</span></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Tears started to roll down my cheeks. I started to run towards the bathroom, just so Luke wouldn't see me.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LSRf7pQfkveQsPqIm1ZiqpCblFVTjrYSi9sz4NPZgD0VgryZDZrsvryzcj3rkDgN0lbgVU3TFeSUDP39ih0ikeVaxRquJyciJB6KCl5bIlUkI7Dup-GJ-_FJukA6MUVLPU2INa7og34/s1600/Screenshot-338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LSRf7pQfkveQsPqIm1ZiqpCblFVTjrYSi9sz4NPZgD0VgryZDZrsvryzcj3rkDgN0lbgVU3TFeSUDP39ih0ikeVaxRquJyciJB6KCl5bIlUkI7Dup-GJ-_FJukA6MUVLPU2INa7og34/s400/Screenshot-338.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I heard the thudding of Emily's converses as she ran after me.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZcGTNs6OD1DVdD6GOt_T66VeldSNnK-eCfxrnDz0zEaMjTar0fl-O7kZH1YHhnWyAliweBGUeKCSYVIfl5MY5fVGBmCVUyuakGHeMq0qlCwUQq37omjgWsU38c_bC3vfPY8-QuF7tqXU/s1600/Screenshot-339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZcGTNs6OD1DVdD6GOt_T66VeldSNnK-eCfxrnDz0zEaMjTar0fl-O7kZH1YHhnWyAliweBGUeKCSYVIfl5MY5fVGBmCVUyuakGHeMq0qlCwUQq37omjgWsU38c_bC3vfPY8-QuF7tqXU/s400/Screenshot-339.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I'm so stupid! How the hell could I think that anything would happen between Luke and I? He's popular, and I'm not. He's outgoing, and I'm not. That's what I hate about me - I always get my hopes up too high, too quickly, just to get them pushed down again. UGH I'm so stupid!"</span></div></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLXpniIaVnNr8z7mPVKaU4F4FXNcuVhPKlNvhMX2Aa-aAcToLqOTTx8UwKXoqT__FD-9VAhoPpcWNpEhusNbYFmGg6c7hsQe4ekhyphenhyphen7pbRywCqk161ScQjq5eBqkcyEqCa4a2-odXPDlY/s1600/Screenshot-342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLXpniIaVnNr8z7mPVKaU4F4FXNcuVhPKlNvhMX2Aa-aAcToLqOTTx8UwKXoqT__FD-9VAhoPpcWNpEhusNbYFmGg6c7hsQe4ekhyphenhyphen7pbRywCqk161ScQjq5eBqkcyEqCa4a2-odXPDlY/s400/Screenshot-342.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5BPstuQio1iMlvx-H2yaFOez8NqPYc9AtyhWu44YQfzJpcpWmMEl1fEE73HFID7vqDG1MkKGAbPUthzYA9xtgQVnp6pYBrKNBDaiVdesVmGw1em_roKRVeM04VafOnIQ9_UKcV8lSjo/s1600/Screenshot-343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5BPstuQio1iMlvx-H2yaFOez8NqPYc9AtyhWu44YQfzJpcpWmMEl1fEE73HFID7vqDG1MkKGAbPUthzYA9xtgQVnp6pYBrKNBDaiVdesVmGw1em_roKRVeM04VafOnIQ9_UKcV8lSjo/s400/Screenshot-343.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Emily came up and gave me a tissue, and then started to comfort me.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeMjeaWv3JLmGK7wngqCqx6Kbl7sY5VGspQ8RC2rCbAELT8iM9ZbmPWKuNLvGuuWli95fKex3U6LytG0faJYYGAJJpnYz-P6YG4yp7mgTffOnb4HZMXA0Ftu0FMdbKIuCL5SMKSVuzu8/s1600/Screenshot-354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeMjeaWv3JLmGK7wngqCqx6Kbl7sY5VGspQ8RC2rCbAELT8iM9ZbmPWKuNLvGuuWli95fKex3U6LytG0faJYYGAJJpnYz-P6YG4yp7mgTffOnb4HZMXA0Ftu0FMdbKIuCL5SMKSVuzu8/s400/Screenshot-354.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Don't put yourself down Issy. Who knows what might happen in the future?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Listen, I'm only known you for a couple of hours yet you're the most loving person I know, and the most sweet-natured too. And if Luke doesn't realise that he is an idiot. Okay?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">I thought about it then laughed.</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquW3-Uo4Ojp2uaNdCt2EZgrGMGEihFCXJBsn1iDbkLhok4y18nlIYQierC-WteZOPXQJ1_BYII16QGA6DtLZMGlpYWqLv6rC_zma-LDW7bgcXZSKMBf6AOZqKyvaQVbABzYpELWSPzMo/s1600/Screenshot-355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquW3-Uo4Ojp2uaNdCt2EZgrGMGEihFCXJBsn1iDbkLhok4y18nlIYQierC-WteZOPXQJ1_BYII16QGA6DtLZMGlpYWqLv6rC_zma-LDW7bgcXZSKMBf6AOZqKyvaQVbABzYpELWSPzMo/s400/Screenshot-355.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Why on Earth am I crying? I'm so over-emotional sometimes."</span></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I continued laughing, which got Emily laughing and soon we were in stitches of laughter.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><em>This </em>is what high school is about.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUhegi7khFfljFKrQCE4Z6JwvqNzN3HkRfGML1Wl50GzbbrmhAtvXKkJoOi4i0jUTQS3HagVxZqCsdjuHyDSwoLcbcKD6Zglnwgf8Ai72Au2LLqHgoYVSuKufCXc-3Jy6xKEXBVKjoLE/s1600/Screenshot-356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUhegi7khFfljFKrQCE4Z6JwvqNzN3HkRfGML1Wl50GzbbrmhAtvXKkJoOi4i0jUTQS3HagVxZqCsdjuHyDSwoLcbcKD6Zglnwgf8Ai72Au2LLqHgoYVSuKufCXc-3Jy6xKEXBVKjoLE/s400/Screenshot-356.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Nevertheless the rest of my day went quickly, yet Luke was still on my mind like crazy. Maybe what Emily said was true, but that didn't stop me from thinking about him.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I guess it didn't help that wherever I looked I saw romance.</span></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Like when Florence and I came home from school that day, to find Cameron kissing his girlfriend Lola on the front porch.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEjtjnEVRbPzO2EWJu77vwbIcHzDkHtsPjxN3seeqYletymURmkh2iznTWbLB_V2D_9FjI7dxDKzAwf3qPyBRVGZwT2WWzH9Zk5umCG0U2kx5ZkkfICWWdgliXsNO4yxtftePjR6XoLg/s1600/Screenshot-374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEjtjnEVRbPzO2EWJu77vwbIcHzDkHtsPjxN3seeqYletymURmkh2iznTWbLB_V2D_9FjI7dxDKzAwf3qPyBRVGZwT2WWzH9Zk5umCG0U2kx5ZkkfICWWdgliXsNO4yxtftePjR6XoLg/s400/Screenshot-374.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Ugh. Get off the porch and get a room." Flo mumbled, a disguisted look on her face.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiakbjx-9XcJdmZXg256i9E5NnLCyxAvLJ1vxkFi83UlWPXcLv8tRvGgRjeIVuX52vAWLSXlwz53fBC6NVQTLirVCgpOBcm1WtubzYqyKfC27AXWksoiuY2K7tNu8lXS2C09G3SVzcGQjw/s1600/Screenshot-377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiakbjx-9XcJdmZXg256i9E5NnLCyxAvLJ1vxkFi83UlWPXcLv8tRvGgRjeIVuX52vAWLSXlwz53fBC6NVQTLirVCgpOBcm1WtubzYqyKfC27AXWksoiuY2K7tNu8lXS2C09G3SVzcGQjw/s400/Screenshot-377.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I couldn't help but giggle.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Q2gA-toUfEvyNGoeE2EF5zQhH-uISWzP7YQgFOBXrdC-Rf4hqCCc4DFrMDeQ5Rk2CRuTvKysO-R7scA98AoWCBhv350Xtl-nYZamLkiWv3JEfOnMwchC2eEXiLfiknZqsDMhS4a8si0/s1600/Screenshot-379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Q2gA-toUfEvyNGoeE2EF5zQhH-uISWzP7YQgFOBXrdC-Rf4hqCCc4DFrMDeQ5Rk2CRuTvKysO-R7scA98AoWCBhv350Xtl-nYZamLkiWv3JEfOnMwchC2eEXiLfiknZqsDMhS4a8si0/s400/Screenshot-379.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And then there was Mum and Dad... they were still in love as much as they were when they were younger.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvi4veHrymCMaey4Lp-nFRw7Ictb5Tdd2t9unWhobwhsjXzFedodoJWYSp_xzn6iFbChhR9dtaZteQO2frVwvq78ljKkry-q7G8Q1bfu9qvERaAa5cHDkunPiYWUG8xmNUy-EM7ZEUBTc/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvi4veHrymCMaey4Lp-nFRw7Ictb5Tdd2t9unWhobwhsjXzFedodoJWYSp_xzn6iFbChhR9dtaZteQO2frVwvq78ljKkry-q7G8Q1bfu9qvERaAa5cHDkunPiYWUG8xmNUy-EM7ZEUBTc/s400/Screenshot.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And even Grandma and Grandpa were still gazing intently into each others eyes, after 50-odd years together!</span><br />
</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">But now I longed for a romance of my own, and I knew who I wanted it with... </span></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I had fallen for him, but no-one was there to catch me.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CYGC5kabcBUgMBAsX1SgbxZFbYV60-YHQDPhbh81Wcgj-UFZStxPPA-YRxaZA1UNrgAduLu42885bAi8-9oC754kUVsfihAB0Rmcw7DUSDRoBZ2iyy_p5z2kKQdhUbYKWcR5Xr_oGH0/s1600/Screenshot-373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CYGC5kabcBUgMBAsX1SgbxZFbYV60-YHQDPhbh81Wcgj-UFZStxPPA-YRxaZA1UNrgAduLu42885bAi8-9oC754kUVsfihAB0Rmcw7DUSDRoBZ2iyy_p5z2kKQdhUbYKWcR5Xr_oGH0/s400/Screenshot-373.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">--------------------------------------------------------</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Remember Laura, Marcus's sister and Gracie's best friend? </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Of course you do ;)</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYaP915AKScHftyd4rjqQQTVvcuxhuC8jqfwVwa0opmt6uE0MIbtv_uAsiGM9wCZoZt6XKuBwWTcYr8CR0s3i7lPGTPE08QHiUD4c-nvJqVo17G_ShogG9drzaAwrWymOSOdq1tyD50E/s1600/Screenshot-352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYaP915AKScHftyd4rjqQQTVvcuxhuC8jqfwVwa0opmt6uE0MIbtv_uAsiGM9wCZoZt6XKuBwWTcYr8CR0s3i7lPGTPE08QHiUD4c-nvJqVo17G_ShogG9drzaAwrWymOSOdq1tyD50E/s400/Screenshot-352.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Anyway she got married to her long-term boyfriend Jason, and is now expecting a baby!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">(I love my new story progression mod! <3 hehe)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">The baby isn't going to be related in Isabella in anyway lol, but I like to think of them as half-cousins :)</span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Just thought I'd let you know!</span></strong></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-13894173136259344812011-03-04T09:23:00.000-08:002011-03-04T09:23:13.763-08:00It's my birthday! :D<span style="color: #741b47;">I know this has nothing to do with my legacy, but yes it is my birthday today! =]</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">I'm really excited lol, but that's to be expected ;)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Just to let you know, I apologise for the lack of updates. The past week has been one of the busiest in my entire life because of exams and other stuff, and then I have work experience for the next two weeks and my birthday is sandwiched inbetween!</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">I will try to get an update out here and there, but just bear with me! (I know you will though)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Steph x</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-70636397267181296372011-02-23T12:17:00.000-08:002011-02-24T04:09:24.111-08:00Gen 3, Chapter 1 - My only love<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Ballet is my only love.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Something about it transfixes me, amazes me. It captures my mind, and at times it's all I can think about.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">When I'm performing nothing else enters my mind except for perfecting the next move. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And surprisingly, even if someone is watching me, I don't notice.</span> </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"> I guess it's the only way I can express myself.</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXYbvZe2SC0zeivd0W9cR7rw3jlVWurbZiSKMuuY8iPnkaJy3g1c7MNsqbqNzrCTUd4cy67kD_Xh0aU7Z-D5u2qj8BKLtSfZc341g-M541e5utcNnjNHuEo-_eUS949RJnp9v6pzbFNE/s1600/Screenshot-252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXYbvZe2SC0zeivd0W9cR7rw3jlVWurbZiSKMuuY8iPnkaJy3g1c7MNsqbqNzrCTUd4cy67kD_Xh0aU7Z-D5u2qj8BKLtSfZc341g-M541e5utcNnjNHuEo-_eUS949RJnp9v6pzbFNE/s400/Screenshot-252.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Great work Isabella!" Ms Fisher, my ballet teacher, praised me one day, when I was getting ready to leave the studio and go home.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Thanks Miss!" I exclaimed, smiling but blushing also.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">So I left the studio and started to walk home. After all I had to get ready for a big day tomorrow - my first day of high school. </span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVI37VdYdbrM7LDvVPwTKEt_ZkXkJ6Bt5UaUJj5OLEiYX6tmuycqb4HC49TdaOgRCPL5RnC78JuXecfViR19tdHkLYPAk0N05AB_H5z6dxSjBLJJAQs-HpRk_bcGBqGC8k_ucEo2VX7ko/s1600/Screenshot-258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVI37VdYdbrM7LDvVPwTKEt_ZkXkJ6Bt5UaUJj5OLEiYX6tmuycqb4HC49TdaOgRCPL5RnC78JuXecfViR19tdHkLYPAk0N05AB_H5z6dxSjBLJJAQs-HpRk_bcGBqGC8k_ucEo2VX7ko/s400/Screenshot-258.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was very nervous - I mean, high school is percieved like a big bad place, and I am the complete opposite, but I was hoping for the best. Maybe, just maybe I would surprise myself!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And so I got home, did some reading, had my favourite soup for dinner (lentil if you are interested), watched some vampire programme with Cameron and Florence, before getting everything ready for tomorrow and going to bed myself.</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bJJCtAiAYX0hqyN0B_1zEad5NTN364G0h5R8ysG_dZPpPLtgC9pWO_tNZxjjmvZoXI7W1vHp5xxuXsC0XG0u4Zfvk2FbLyybLIR-2dGGezTq6konZUzhne8AkRBhK9eURBhFWVdyWQQ/s1600/Split+screen+edit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bJJCtAiAYX0hqyN0B_1zEad5NTN364G0h5R8ysG_dZPpPLtgC9pWO_tNZxjjmvZoXI7W1vHp5xxuXsC0XG0u4Zfvk2FbLyybLIR-2dGGezTq6konZUzhne8AkRBhK9eURBhFWVdyWQQ/s400/Split+screen+edit.png" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I woke up 8 hours later to a gorgeous, sunny day (but hey, I live in Sunset Valley - it's sunny every day!)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I couldn't eat any breakfast, for my stomach was doing flipflops and if I ate anything it would surely come back up. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">But I got ready and soon Flo and I were ready to go.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Mum came to say goodbye to us and give me a few encouraging words.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Don't be scared Issy, you will have so much fun I promise. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Whoever said 'school days are the best days of your life' hit the nail on the head! Okay?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Yes Mum!" </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Good luck girls, you'll do fine!" She said with a smile.</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;"> We gave Mum a big hug and she waved us off onto the school bus.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yoAKXrAt45M_3fm5Lzn4_oyxjXo8thFcBXUbiG80xiLdZ0t1m3UjVSvQk7symIai-84TpGfobWD-u2quS-J0smJngsWEM0sjWUs0XB6jdGzNSybaxki9IzDdlA9mHIoSWTsFBBOtHRE/s1600/Screenshot-284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yoAKXrAt45M_3fm5Lzn4_oyxjXo8thFcBXUbiG80xiLdZ0t1m3UjVSvQk7symIai-84TpGfobWD-u2quS-J0smJngsWEM0sjWUs0XB6jdGzNSybaxki9IzDdlA9mHIoSWTsFBBOtHRE/s400/Screenshot-284.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And so that was the start of my first day of high school.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">I headed off in one direction to my tutor room for registration, while Flo went in another, as she was in a different class to me again.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">I found my room easily enough and sat down at a desk. We were all introduced to our tutor, Ms. Merch, who was really nice. She just went through all those boring procedures like health and safety and what not, and then it was time for our first class.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LttxkwlMAJVEDZdjhO_zeKgw3pjieGBg8Zm6da595KyHyW1uyJ8ctynFPKOQNZ4lVOiRjgNxsd841uhVdMPLdyDvFjQk_UfcX1snjyWdxcqGCTsal8ynB6gl2rz0uC4GQuMwKY43PkY/s1600/Screenshot-267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LttxkwlMAJVEDZdjhO_zeKgw3pjieGBg8Zm6da595KyHyW1uyJ8ctynFPKOQNZ4lVOiRjgNxsd841uhVdMPLdyDvFjQk_UfcX1snjyWdxcqGCTsal8ynB6gl2rz0uC4GQuMwKY43PkY/s400/Screenshot-267.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #741b47;">I headed out the classroom when I heard a voice behind me say</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">"Hey, I love your top!"</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAWXADKwpewZ0IKVACr8AU-vmMgMN-aWhDGtIxykrVbumy7yQy3vQoT04aOA7lStTDgS3hJEBD2utLu_4YYbSJ1_zMjrXf9JhId4yYbkNsI-QdlpMcMsoOwElsoCmJJ-WjPgnio7FUkw/s1600/Screenshot-272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAWXADKwpewZ0IKVACr8AU-vmMgMN-aWhDGtIxykrVbumy7yQy3vQoT04aOA7lStTDgS3hJEBD2utLu_4YYbSJ1_zMjrXf9JhId4yYbkNsI-QdlpMcMsoOwElsoCmJJ-WjPgnio7FUkw/s400/Screenshot-272.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #741b47;">I turned to see a girl who I noticed from my homeroom. </span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">"Thanks." I said with a smile. "I love your top - well, actually I love your whole style!"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">The girl laughed. "Thanks, it's not that often people say that to me! My name's Emily." </span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">She held her hand out to shake, and I took it and shook back.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I was relieved. I had managed to create some small talk without stuttering, blushing or even fainting! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Sure thing Issy! So what's your first class?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Chemistry." I said, looking at my timetable.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Me too! Come on, let's go! Don't wanna be late for our first lesson!" And with that she linked her arm through mine, and we walked off down the corridor.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVZ7GTRnfGGpULCu-OaS7VsCZjEF9Ag3VyCwndexXosEwlMxARDoMKF_ymQPcEVM2RVCOVVArVmyCJeXDoCsxFkuI2wBTGiVwn2hgGG7rZoBXgji_zyF9WKNTKZqq_8vLgj9qy2JLnDQ/s1600/Screenshot-278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVZ7GTRnfGGpULCu-OaS7VsCZjEF9Ag3VyCwndexXosEwlMxARDoMKF_ymQPcEVM2RVCOVVArVmyCJeXDoCsxFkuI2wBTGiVwn2hgGG7rZoBXgji_zyF9WKNTKZqq_8vLgj9qy2JLnDQ/s400/Screenshot-278.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #741b47;">We arrived at our chemistry lesson dead on time, and our teacher Mr Morrison started to put everyone into a seating plan. I was hoping to sit next to Emily of course, but I was directed to sit next to a guy named Luke.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">And then I turned to look to see who I was sitting with...</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnggWEDOsCkV3JP9Qcd2-LmgZY_9blUwIBWbvFW_0qjcU9hKOeop8FDkhjB6KMv7EEE1ZJK_NOUEYTPlXPPc65wGQf70st0oCW0CT4anC-NXOBkk-jJhSU28RcSf4V92zWH22RwvE6x5Y/s1600/Screenshot-282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnggWEDOsCkV3JP9Qcd2-LmgZY_9blUwIBWbvFW_0qjcU9hKOeop8FDkhjB6KMv7EEE1ZJK_NOUEYTPlXPPc65wGQf70st0oCW0CT4anC-NXOBkk-jJhSU28RcSf4V92zWH22RwvE6x5Y/s400/Screenshot-282.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #741b47;">Remember when I said ballet was my only love?</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">I think I just changed my mind.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">SQUEEEEE! <3</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Sorry about that, but I think this is my favourite chapter so far in this legacy, and I have gotten so attached to Issy and her adorable nature. :)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">I just wanted to show you some CAS pics of the three kids,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">CAMERON -</span></strong><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFWwHuXvQDnXPjmFZenVcUWebxO6RdT-XTIelzaY2DyzWstb_81hETjIzPQ3p-O6vhsLMkKKnr1MmFTdOGWO7vOfeTCo8gJ3NnpU3FSF3DQCQf_nreIYpWYftwOvo43hsSYyl6lnE2os/s1600/Screenshot-238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFWwHuXvQDnXPjmFZenVcUWebxO6RdT-XTIelzaY2DyzWstb_81hETjIzPQ3p-O6vhsLMkKKnr1MmFTdOGWO7vOfeTCo8gJ3NnpU3FSF3DQCQf_nreIYpWYftwOvo43hsSYyl6lnE2os/s400/Screenshot-238.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">ISABELLA -</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwfm8vgnPlbsQwdj29HFkbcCJtUjb_lH1cxf-OQtwldxqOTzdL2T18gwNn3jpqPPpFQye0vDyBv8O6BlElDDkieJ-3XQWIcbDkBvt4s6j3DgQ7jpbSx2xZzn4aaBaY7ht0eMCK1Nou5A/s1600/Screenshot-224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwfm8vgnPlbsQwdj29HFkbcCJtUjb_lH1cxf-OQtwldxqOTzdL2T18gwNn3jpqPPpFQye0vDyBv8O6BlElDDkieJ-3XQWIcbDkBvt4s6j3DgQ7jpbSx2xZzn4aaBaY7ht0eMCK1Nou5A/s400/Screenshot-224.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">I'm very happy with how they turned out!</span></strong></div><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Also I forgot to mention:</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>1) The school featured in this chapter and in a couple more future chapters is by AlyssumCandy (I de-berryfied it though) and you can download it</strong> <a href="http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=2179938">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>2) The sim Emily Johnson featured in this chapter and probably in the rest of Gen 3 is by abbydoodle96 and you can download her</strong> <a href="http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=3651057"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">here.</span></a></span><br />
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</div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-80688549867091733612011-02-12T13:04:00.000-08:002011-02-12T13:04:08.413-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 13 - Oh how fast they grow!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">My beautiful girls soon turned six years old.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLt1QzVY_z6OvW8WGHstGEVaEOUU9NfsyI6lbKGmbky-awwbUsAFcQkOlG11PA12t4irOEYJ6p2QaXXoX6vRGpiSvCMnnNcf0qPOb-eqKTOpUQuAA0omlD-wqQLKV1Xm5ADYBndUl8bXA/s400/Screenshot-236.jpg" width="400" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">On their first day at school I was really emotional, but also really nervous. Not nervous for Florence - heck, she was relishing the idea of making new friends - but for Isabella. She hadn't yet grown out of her shy phase. She was perfectly fine with family (and Laura!) but with anyone she would just close up that little shell of hers.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">However, I asked Flo to look out for her sister and she promised she would.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Oh_0SXX3s15Y_fPngUMUhp0aF4qNAJ6Xd2kDpUIe3aNknwMOs1WdiDFfRdphPF5lMrZyoqroH0Nl6RxrjWFs5mO0GBs9ET9NinpMwCKJHaOGkau0wVQwydKi4GVKo9tWTJfXe5uIcyA/s1600/Screenshot-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Oh_0SXX3s15Y_fPngUMUhp0aF4qNAJ6Xd2kDpUIe3aNknwMOs1WdiDFfRdphPF5lMrZyoqroH0Nl6RxrjWFs5mO0GBs9ET9NinpMwCKJHaOGkau0wVQwydKi4GVKo9tWTJfXe5uIcyA/s400/Screenshot-16.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Finally 3pm came that day and the girls arrived home. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"How was your first day girls?" I asked as soon as they walked through the front door.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I met two really nice girls today, Beth and Olivia. I ate with them at lunch and played with them at break and I had so much fun!" Florence exclaimed, a huge grin on her face.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0gNPpw17yqx3oX1Zgoe7vqdsjAvhRxVaDt7NdXbvyiRynYEFwBAsnrYx7KKCJkSd9ab5aFgchLzHN7LL12R2sG7aHkHjN2L5I1kw4QQmoXslLSxaEzTT2FIzlDqP10d-uV5ROSbjvfs/s1600/Screenshot-224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0gNPpw17yqx3oX1Zgoe7vqdsjAvhRxVaDt7NdXbvyiRynYEFwBAsnrYx7KKCJkSd9ab5aFgchLzHN7LL12R2sG7aHkHjN2L5I1kw4QQmoXslLSxaEzTT2FIzlDqP10d-uV5ROSbjvfs/s400/Screenshot-224.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"That's great honey!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I turned to Isabella. "What about you sweetie?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">She looked at me for a moment, before tears started to well in her eyes. Then she ran off up the stairs, crying her eyes out. I was concerned to say the least.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFmgEI9V9Rpd81WFe7eK3tKBw8coAgrzIPHAwwhXLicUdo3VAREkX6TP27mFCOLiD1pku6OTf7dN824sYsQRJeKkVh0cF0_osrUeyW2s5xuwJm9BX2xho4XX9rvL13ygUKBkyLYwGgHg/s1600/Screenshot-230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFmgEI9V9Rpd81WFe7eK3tKBw8coAgrzIPHAwwhXLicUdo3VAREkX6TP27mFCOLiD1pku6OTf7dN824sYsQRJeKkVh0cF0_osrUeyW2s5xuwJm9BX2xho4XX9rvL13ygUKBkyLYwGgHg/s400/Screenshot-230.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Florence! I thought you said you were going to look out for her!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I tried Mum, I really did, but we're in different classes. I didn't see her at all the whole day!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I went upstairs to talk to Isabella. I knocked gently on her door. "Issy? Issy babe? Are you alright?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwZzQNcDG9ctstckjEj55VCBRT5z23XiuIEXf-v46Wd4is8dGdVr2nm0PeS9j62VlJvmUN5a7qvkofYN90CFc8FyZVvB7XIdfzlhN4aooezbsaJhhKLjSXtoOkgBiScdbgJog226Ex3E/s1600/Screenshot-238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwZzQNcDG9ctstckjEj55VCBRT5z23XiuIEXf-v46Wd4is8dGdVr2nm0PeS9j62VlJvmUN5a7qvkofYN90CFc8FyZVvB7XIdfzlhN4aooezbsaJhhKLjSXtoOkgBiScdbgJog226Ex3E/s400/Screenshot-238.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I opened her door and saw her sitting on her bed, tears streaming down her face.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"What's the matter?" I asked her softly. I pulled up a chair beside her bed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"M-m-mum I couldn't t-talk to anyone t-today. It was too scary-y. I didn't know a-a-anyone." She replied in between sobs.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRd3EybOBh5O4sCJD7ocDA_PAR3WivihyphenhyphenIlc6_7_CjnoWmLdw5ZQqd6Ku_b-_HNzTsWA2m2NNBvnyDNhDaqexnFhd2U6Ek2xvxtbUJLk1pRIHgd0yZSMHL-xSsDRxjInl9JrTtX2aLgIA/s1600/Screenshot-239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRd3EybOBh5O4sCJD7ocDA_PAR3WivihyphenhyphenIlc6_7_CjnoWmLdw5ZQqd6Ku_b-_HNzTsWA2m2NNBvnyDNhDaqexnFhd2U6Ek2xvxtbUJLk1pRIHgd0yZSMHL-xSsDRxjInl9JrTtX2aLgIA/s400/Screenshot-239.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Aw Is. It was only your first day, don't beat yourself up about it hun. Lots of people get nervous on their first day of school. On my first day of high school I was so nervous. But you know what? It turned out alright!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I promise that you will make friends tomorrow, because you are the sweetest, nicest girl and everyone will see that. Okay?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">She looked over at me. "Y-you promise?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I promise. Mummy's always right." I told her with a wink.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">She came over and gave me the biggest hug.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">When she came home the next day she seemed a lot better. She wasn't quite so subdued, and had a smile on her face, albeit a small one.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Seems like things were getting better.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">A couple of weeks later Florence came up to me, clutching the days newspaper.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Look Mummy." She pointed to an advert.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Ballet classes? You want to do ballet classes?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BHxeCFFshY6mlAUz6ulfEGf-ir5Z7kJVUJuAfROtkwhHtxkJIsh5BH5b-1CVHNIViL-QRm3HO3Hezt7RIyMuPX5_UJT2Uus8J4DvKGnyk0ZlOUKFWsf62N9P_a928CVq83F-Nx7ZlFw/s1600/Screenshot-249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BHxeCFFshY6mlAUz6ulfEGf-ir5Z7kJVUJuAfROtkwhHtxkJIsh5BH5b-1CVHNIViL-QRm3HO3Hezt7RIyMuPX5_UJT2Uus8J4DvKGnyk0ZlOUKFWsf62N9P_a928CVq83F-Nx7ZlFw/s400/Screenshot-249.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">She nodded. "It looks really fun. Pleeeeeeeeeeease?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Okay hun, if you really want to go."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Issy ended up joining the classes too, because she didn't want to feel left out (although she said she "really wanted to go too.")</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">We bought their leotards and ballet shoes and headed off to the studio where the lessons took place. They looked so cute.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFPuRlF20VP8DO5ps5y8n57mr14rBDApFxkb_ySa-aTNbYu0LFC0eKa9cjDqQBrTt0Jd_UaAW_xbMWy175YVLNpvNiG1Li7ZU2d1Sq9UtZLfisDMS1LUERYAMhBY4qjQvws0ae6qINss/s1600/Screenshot-256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFPuRlF20VP8DO5ps5y8n57mr14rBDApFxkb_ySa-aTNbYu0LFC0eKa9cjDqQBrTt0Jd_UaAW_xbMWy175YVLNpvNiG1Li7ZU2d1Sq9UtZLfisDMS1LUERYAMhBY4qjQvws0ae6qINss/s400/Screenshot-256.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRC7-HsJnynGI3bQLFBLFzt4MKSigGvfcYLk4hezaUvruPMc9YUxrwboN7eUXigeL5l1yJs9PC8jt7PhXBtYV5U02jvCYm7nCf_RFuXCT80kCATr3iczSdcpBLaFLCxUTqIHD4vKEgKeE/s1600/Screenshot-251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRC7-HsJnynGI3bQLFBLFzt4MKSigGvfcYLk4hezaUvruPMc9YUxrwboN7eUXigeL5l1yJs9PC8jt7PhXBtYV5U02jvCYm7nCf_RFuXCT80kCATr3iczSdcpBLaFLCxUTqIHD4vKEgKeE/s400/Screenshot-251.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I went to pick them up an hour later.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"What did you think? Do you want to continue or not?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Florence shook her head. "I didn't like it Mum. I don't think I want to go again, but thank you for letting me try it."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"That's okay. You never know until you try." I winked at her. "And Issy?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I don't know why I asked her, because I fully expected her to agree with her sister. However she burst out with "I love it!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was slightly taken aback, but I was pleased. When we got home all she could talk about was ballet.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">So Issy started to go to lessons every Thursday and she looked forward to it every week. Florence didn't mind though, because she had found something to occupy herself - track and field.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was so proud of my talented girls, and of course Cameron too! He was super smart and SO unbelievably athletic.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">---------------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">As Cameron's birthday approached he made it very clear that he wanted a pool party to celebrate it. As he had always been such an angel to me I couldn't say no.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Cameron was having a great time with his friends, and I was having fun catching up with all the adults. (Although I may have got in the pool for a little bit!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0bKFmcoCgf1sqKJWGW2mJb_bZf3bnIu9ex9asiek3JmrNUoc_kdVjSdhcrKsxY4dItz3zH9Y5Hb3SsApOspAfnNWTKEBC14sDWRZ2QjSDo51YVgZ2RFHPlUZ4izK1kuSBZdwgZ4PHE4/s400/Screenshot-267.jpg" width="400" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And then it was the main event.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCp5qjzDeTO9JOWO_yXtwlsn1PRyrR-tERxrJPImei9pDZSm6D3iHedv_CCiXO2RDw67-JcMnHIWCwhyphenhyphenrO4sJlT11UfUi52KWHF_WI_zI3WeQgB6hbly8zadSG21NSZ0Zg26srY6VVf5Y/s1600/Screenshot-266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCp5qjzDeTO9JOWO_yXtwlsn1PRyrR-tERxrJPImei9pDZSm6D3iHedv_CCiXO2RDw67-JcMnHIWCwhyphenhyphenrO4sJlT11UfUi52KWHF_WI_zI3WeQgB6hbly8zadSG21NSZ0Zg26srY6VVf5Y/s400/Screenshot-266.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">My eldest had grown into such a lovely young man. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Despite looking nothing like Marcus when he was younger, you could see parts of him in Cameron. And of course his personality, which was a carbon copy of his fathers.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVome7hg0FLls5Tt9ZywKucxs26z6OSr6wyI8uPIkjpodX555dMZDIxQfUFD9wlTmjWrK0g0f6PwsBw2rVvCU3Bcv2xCB1O_rViLezWFtrmpWzfauZWmTqLhxKCY-OGlB2Sh_2LtDE6Rs/s1600/Screenshot-268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVome7hg0FLls5Tt9ZywKucxs26z6OSr6wyI8uPIkjpodX555dMZDIxQfUFD9wlTmjWrK0g0f6PwsBw2rVvCU3Bcv2xCB1O_rViLezWFtrmpWzfauZWmTqLhxKCY-OGlB2Sh_2LtDE6Rs/s400/Screenshot-268.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">It made me quite emotional, because it seemed like yesterday I was holding onto a little blue bundle. Soon enough my girls would be getting older too...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">But for now, I was enjoying every single moment with my family.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-37374650319273402492011-01-31T10:35:00.000-08:002011-01-31T10:35:15.483-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 12 - The wedding<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">When you love someone you'd do anything for them</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">You'd die for them, </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">and even if you did die it wouldn't matter</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">because you have the honour to have them in your life.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">And when you love someone,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">all you want to do is hold them, and never let go.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">You want their smile, their laugh around you all the time,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">and even if they were not with you all the time</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">it wouldn't matter, because you'd always have them in your heart.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">To love someone is to devote your life to them,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">and make them feel special</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">because they deserve it and so much more.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">And that's how you know if you love someone.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I loved him. I couldn't stop staring at that giant rock on my finger, not only because it was beautiful, but because it symbolised something so precious and amazing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Wedding preparations were underway. The date was set for a year away - a beautiful Spring wedding. I was so excited, but there was this feeling niggling in the back of my brain. The feeling was worry, I suppose, that what happened to Marcus was going to happen to Seb. If it did I would be destroyed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Seb knew my worries. I didn't even say anything to him, but he knows me so well.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Gracie I know you're worried." Seb said to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Me? Worried?!" I replied, trying to cover up my feelings.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I know that you're worried that something bad is going to happen to me. You're worried that if you let me out of your sight I'll just disappear. You're worried that you will be hurt again. But Gracie," he was saying before taking my hand, "I'm not going anywhere. I will stay with you on the night before our wedding, just so you feel safe, and you know that I will be right beside you. Okay?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtdoq0d3eLy0KV8d4upGl_ZoiNZs2GDeXmz3YPkPn2fz7jauiFi10mW4jFTgw-sigI1bvbz50R7thXUJgpqndjIzix59jx6o4Pv6LDBoEI2lhxTpj-ftHHd7hraHIb6hI-bkN4qD6nsTE/s1600/Screenshot-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtdoq0d3eLy0KV8d4upGl_ZoiNZs2GDeXmz3YPkPn2fz7jauiFi10mW4jFTgw-sigI1bvbz50R7thXUJgpqndjIzix59jx6o4Pv6LDBoEI2lhxTpj-ftHHd7hraHIb6hI-bkN4qD6nsTE/s400/Screenshot-20.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">That year flew by. The girls were growing so well. Florence started walking and talking at a very young age. Whenever she fell over she just got back up again, a beam on her face. Nothing could ever make her cry.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Seb had even started to try and potty train her - and it was going pretty well!</span><br />
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Quite the opposite. She was very reluctant to start walking and talking. It took a lot of cooing and encouragement to get her up and about. I think it was her favourite teddy bear Sweetie "talking to her" that finally got her to walk and talk. I'm very proud of her - she's like a little flower that needs nurturing, which is really quite sweet!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NrAmc4tt3WjoduplFhZZFQnV_Mmxw8b_x5lndqLHNv3vwHFzQzNpsttl3EwSh0plvoHK064y4KERkWCKM5wIWyrDgom4v8jvd3bTQxXA706m_NYVQtb0g5f2YVTe_F1b9cGpknysg7Q/s1600/Screenshot-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NrAmc4tt3WjoduplFhZZFQnV_Mmxw8b_x5lndqLHNv3vwHFzQzNpsttl3EwSh0plvoHK064y4KERkWCKM5wIWyrDgom4v8jvd3bTQxXA706m_NYVQtb0g5f2YVTe_F1b9cGpknysg7Q/s400/Screenshot-18.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnbNP9fCHipswYET2kXzBzPbrfF9XViLlQGR7b1A3KU0RIQUwREOuGd1SdwMtuKySTVf_4D5aciGxc5dOm4aAUM-BxRNfndg2UsTCJg4yCGoozd06HvyPYqSVcAePLNZqhzla19Rl8pI/s1600/Screenshot-175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnbNP9fCHipswYET2kXzBzPbrfF9XViLlQGR7b1A3KU0RIQUwREOuGd1SdwMtuKySTVf_4D5aciGxc5dOm4aAUM-BxRNfndg2UsTCJg4yCGoozd06HvyPYqSVcAePLNZqhzla19Rl8pI/s400/Screenshot-175.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Cameron had been doing so well at school. He was a straight A student, with the exception of a few Bs here and there. Seb and I went to his parents evening once, and the teacher couldn't stop singing his praises. My heart swelled.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4s4X2D9S-MR0qNPihzCFSK1xMQGNoHouGzeOqVJvYyRhyNp0sMw4KjZJzhbtNT4qpjUC0rp9Ctf6pkC4YOiFUTDnvoW-iZBIpgys1DzkkXmn0aOkNvxD8O3o0gh1yEzSZep0E_WAHYE/s1600/Screenshot-231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4s4X2D9S-MR0qNPihzCFSK1xMQGNoHouGzeOqVJvYyRhyNp0sMw4KjZJzhbtNT4qpjUC0rp9Ctf6pkC4YOiFUTDnvoW-iZBIpgys1DzkkXmn0aOkNvxD8O3o0gh1yEzSZep0E_WAHYE/s400/Screenshot-231.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">However there was one sticky moment with Cameron, but luckily I had been bracing myself for it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-6g2s2-K3xB1u7Z4-ZsT9oZU2rO1gS1MbEI682n_I2YotJMqZ4Fxu6NdjF7Lx0B4PBGq8MjBPHe0H0x4gWF4v7wG6PMCZDB07Am6QKxMVXxOGhO7YfkrzauT4nPk_mZNCsgz-m6jlmo/s1600/Screenshot-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-6g2s2-K3xB1u7Z4-ZsT9oZU2rO1gS1MbEI682n_I2YotJMqZ4Fxu6NdjF7Lx0B4PBGq8MjBPHe0H0x4gWF4v7wG6PMCZDB07Am6QKxMVXxOGhO7YfkrzauT4nPk_mZNCsgz-m6jlmo/s400/Screenshot-31.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #741b47;">"Mummy, why don't I look like Daddy or Flo or Issy?" Cameron stared up at me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I took a deep breath. "Well, Daddy isn't your real daddy. Your real daddy died when I was pregnant with you." I paused. Cameron seemed to be taking it well. "But that doesn't mean that Daddy Seb isn't your Daddy, or that he loves you any less. It doesn't change anything, okay?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He nodded. "Okay. I love you Mummy."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I love you too baby."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The night of the wedding had arrived. My stomach was rolling around, and the butterflies were out in full force. Although Seb was right next to me, I couldn't help something bad was going to happen, like a fire or an abuction or something. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Maybe that was my insecurities taking over, because I woke up on my wedding day, and Sebastian was there, sleeping peacefully, like the angel he was.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnfj7juPwny6_RZzIZZquXN_eFdqOb607rtC4IVpGjEdJWt1GKV7alcrIBiXSjaCBzj0yr510-ER8czEeQa3xv3i4ha_talFE1QlhX270bojMzhOJA15Pe-WQex_wFT0_HrE8sUby2lo/s1600/Screenshot-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnfj7juPwny6_RZzIZZquXN_eFdqOb607rtC4IVpGjEdJWt1GKV7alcrIBiXSjaCBzj0yr510-ER8czEeQa3xv3i4ha_talFE1QlhX270bojMzhOJA15Pe-WQex_wFT0_HrE8sUby2lo/s400/Screenshot-16.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><em>'It's gonna be okay' </em>I smiled to myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Laura (my maid of honour) came around and we dressed Cameron (my page boy) and the girls (my other bridesmaids) before Laura dressed herself and helped me with my hair and dress.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwstIg3Me8d4tnccgy5HU06CAiElwg5LaAPIR49Gdwh5rDmpQU_zsAKkWkKmxJBzs9t8xqSqrHcTBW5bRkE491UolGlIPgq-1jM1IiTXKHS1wmw3g6x79EACzkSGtEjLnmTHxv7I-6yk/s1600/Screenshot-229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwstIg3Me8d4tnccgy5HU06CAiElwg5LaAPIR49Gdwh5rDmpQU_zsAKkWkKmxJBzs9t8xqSqrHcTBW5bRkE491UolGlIPgq-1jM1IiTXKHS1wmw3g6x79EACzkSGtEjLnmTHxv7I-6yk/s400/Screenshot-229.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVf3hXSsvyf7NnZ1UIXEudknlKSvle5ckjUbjWO9EFzeo_ZaqhMSMSzUrYNBpKYX-PGJ1BMes_C-5Fbg6d_1VZy4nDvKb3iW4lYvgOQDD1Qy6WliDtfn99_NvxgngEmbckwWjvx-2GLs/s1600/Screenshot-230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVf3hXSsvyf7NnZ1UIXEudknlKSvle5ckjUbjWO9EFzeo_ZaqhMSMSzUrYNBpKYX-PGJ1BMes_C-5Fbg6d_1VZy4nDvKb3iW4lYvgOQDD1Qy6WliDtfn99_NvxgngEmbckwWjvx-2GLs/s400/Screenshot-230.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I looked in the mirror and I was glowing. Wearing the dress of my dreams, the one I never got to wear the first time around. And in that split second I felt truly truly happy, like nothing could crash my world down.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXd0VIZYicsQ3O-lRGllPzF9YpLIwVKEuTvaEKgzH_yUrIT1GG1Kcs_19No7tIk6xTMysirQQ6gdiBRTWqwaTEw39EaClrqetTyYDhC16tufRAEfulV4EuiiaIzCr26T0egNdTxulGwk/s1600/Screenshot-224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXd0VIZYicsQ3O-lRGllPzF9YpLIwVKEuTvaEKgzH_yUrIT1GG1Kcs_19No7tIk6xTMysirQQ6gdiBRTWqwaTEw39EaClrqetTyYDhC16tufRAEfulV4EuiiaIzCr26T0egNdTxulGwk/s400/Screenshot-224.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Seb had already left with my parents and Cameron, so it was me, Laura and the girls, off to the church.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Standing outside the church, it was time for Laura to take Florence and Issy down the aisle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Good luck," she whispered to me with a hug, "you'll be fine."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Then they went through the doors, meaning it was my cue. I took the steps into the church, slowly to ensure I did not trip on my trail or do something clumsy like I always did.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGtBldKDdZY-N4CZHP1XgsOaH3GiS_NomQNzdeRo209853y8R2gLnkdEi0ZLdorWHU3geqfyj5NgmBve544H3ZFSJMVKpTMltsY2R5btiicDWCZNmO4s2xRdVt4dHwJ1PFFrn-BUgRV98/s1600/Screenshot-192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGtBldKDdZY-N4CZHP1XgsOaH3GiS_NomQNzdeRo209853y8R2gLnkdEi0ZLdorWHU3geqfyj5NgmBve544H3ZFSJMVKpTMltsY2R5btiicDWCZNmO4s2xRdVt4dHwJ1PFFrn-BUgRV98/s400/Screenshot-192.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I saw Seb; our eyes connected. He gasped a little, a small smile spreading across his gorgeous face. I kept walking until I reached the pulpit.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgti5RmC4I9cXkJTsE1RC7ERkN8YCnmgouVHwOImsw1zAalMjHt3OyC2R_thyphenhyphen5CZwps4MsUxiEpMOluCmzXSltAbpA5bw6fqPoSZHm6t9QjtW0CbgkXgBaipPKCzMnp0kdX11lL9a4IOV8/s1600/Screenshot-191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgti5RmC4I9cXkJTsE1RC7ERkN8YCnmgouVHwOImsw1zAalMjHt3OyC2R_thyphenhyphen5CZwps4MsUxiEpMOluCmzXSltAbpA5bw6fqPoSZHm6t9QjtW0CbgkXgBaipPKCzMnp0kdX11lL9a4IOV8/s400/Screenshot-191.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"You look stunning." he whispered to me.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-AeoCMUb-2rduy8lZQO5ZBuXUt961pNoWHWlddG4uadp_k9VBJXfl0PvTnhDE_w5B6GxeCNHtpqur4I78BQyALr3Q9oc8PT1J8tDGF2t1Ko95Km3jgEJnLTVYQGsFFv3pZIfXw9778rk/s1600/Screenshot-198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-AeoCMUb-2rduy8lZQO5ZBuXUt961pNoWHWlddG4uadp_k9VBJXfl0PvTnhDE_w5B6GxeCNHtpqur4I78BQyALr3Q9oc8PT1J8tDGF2t1Ko95Km3jgEJnLTVYQGsFFv3pZIfXw9778rk/s400/Screenshot-198.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #741b47;">"I know." I said, giggling.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">We went through the usual - the speeches, hymns, etc., until it came to the vows.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">"Do you, Sebastian Lewis, take Gracie Hope, to be your lawful wife? Do you promise to be true in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"I do." He said, slipping the ring onto my finger.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZLyMGJhaxUi6IKbf8d-k2DZCa10MT25VNm1XaAKWNRBWiugxphkai_oV5KZPFkl61LsTbh_Xbr11oyKrXNo4rVLd4ghDLb7HTuwvpTQjwEFZo67itahNET1KKJ7rj95jFIfi2Sf0Now/s1600/Screenshot-202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZLyMGJhaxUi6IKbf8d-k2DZCa10MT25VNm1XaAKWNRBWiugxphkai_oV5KZPFkl61LsTbh_Xbr11oyKrXNo4rVLd4ghDLb7HTuwvpTQjwEFZo67itahNET1KKJ7rj95jFIfi2Sf0Now/s400/Screenshot-202.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3BC9wRUIteYPzJKDJyXKwwXpzGwjMLz2GQ7KR6TyJZyqQZCQMjLEn55ZCfif8Tee1C00cxcO7chGfpXWDePb3mAiHagRyABMdH3TMc8hDVhAo579W5YCOfolo-2e89PmMaV6wCrhd6U/s1600/Screenshot-204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3BC9wRUIteYPzJKDJyXKwwXpzGwjMLz2GQ7KR6TyJZyqQZCQMjLEn55ZCfif8Tee1C00cxcO7chGfpXWDePb3mAiHagRyABMdH3TMc8hDVhAo579W5YCOfolo-2e89PmMaV6wCrhd6U/s400/Screenshot-204.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">"Do you, Gracie Hope, take Sebastian Lewis, to be your lawful husband? Do you promise to be true in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"</span></em></div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"I do." I replied, placing the ring on his finger.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUppC8fipTQ0dFB2itu0GU-Z3mCkTTlEL5EP7zPdcEZqaxux4BDQ34cHsDL0Dh9ENovj9AUuIRqqaJEAwv2TCrEw0Rhq4-dVRUD55lW3-MnXRpO6FShz7UQ0zKLZ5X-RbeUiLLPr2Daw/s1600/Screenshot-200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUppC8fipTQ0dFB2itu0GU-Z3mCkTTlEL5EP7zPdcEZqaxux4BDQ34cHsDL0Dh9ENovj9AUuIRqqaJEAwv2TCrEw0Rhq4-dVRUD55lW3-MnXRpO6FShz7UQ0zKLZ5X-RbeUiLLPr2Daw/s400/Screenshot-200.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvQcXJSysESE1XUXm4qYeHWvKP2mZFivCRRdDaeJynmgH4rJGrcDV2NUWE3cSy1V_GVxqO8vQ-7pHMuw1AaoM83c9XvlouvTLcNSy9jAR3shxvwB0SZ_FuRf_B6R07Q08kgCRu9mAtU4/s400/Screenshot-201.jpg" width="400" /></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">"And now I may pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride."</span></em></div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He wrapped me up in a long kiss, the first and most magical of our marriage. </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGcRGGfWIOVtkvAsISyJDROMp6dhoJITGCwtzXKI1cLm_Bw-_rpdN950LpvKUzjO-AZMoSvB5GeQ51pgSJvVVqzH77MEs4YOKr5r7al4Y7ucQ5y__wATw_uWhLZQnPyOdknHdoPk3KPs/s1600/Screenshot-208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGcRGGfWIOVtkvAsISyJDROMp6dhoJITGCwtzXKI1cLm_Bw-_rpdN950LpvKUzjO-AZMoSvB5GeQ51pgSJvVVqzH77MEs4YOKr5r7al4Y7ucQ5y__wATw_uWhLZQnPyOdknHdoPk3KPs/s400/Screenshot-208.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><em>Finally, </em>I thought, <em>I'm a married woman.</em></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">------------------------------------------------------------</span></strong></em></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">The church featured in this chapter was made specially for me by Cabertha and can be downloaded</span></strong> <a href="http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=3635490">here</a><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>. I love how it's named Starling Church! :P</strong></span></div></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-49197402092880924012011-01-22T11:56:00.000-08:002011-01-22T11:56:22.952-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 11 - Wouldn't change a thing.<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I sure was busy. Having a toddler and two babies in the house was exhausting, if not overwhelming at times.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">There was cleaning, feeding, changing nappies to do, as well as my everyday chores like the laundry.</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FMijglLpfB8ZFsq5naJxC4_G9IFmsGaAOF45FV9ab7BVUBN4vl5mbR0Ji3FKqn1kFFMpheLz-VsE75WWmWjehSiU3uo_PgKZQufi1sAhJy5jgf8Otm-oCjMSruWuMuk-JZvZfOrzyMw/s1600/Screenshot-266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FMijglLpfB8ZFsq5naJxC4_G9IFmsGaAOF45FV9ab7BVUBN4vl5mbR0Ji3FKqn1kFFMpheLz-VsE75WWmWjehSiU3uo_PgKZQufi1sAhJy5jgf8Otm-oCjMSruWuMuk-JZvZfOrzyMw/s400/Screenshot-266.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBL8EDgZN_WfCGTc8HRhIyTLQ08Q9EFJMsWfvXn-cQdYnEm_HB_jjQ5KqNKsw3k7oGLGjxYCQB3xUUfNaGZijyqX6UMVSUiri9_LYSCDVG-pQJbFRRSfgCpvHgGipdcncnideXWuLZvdo/s1600/Screenshot-261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBL8EDgZN_WfCGTc8HRhIyTLQ08Q9EFJMsWfvXn-cQdYnEm_HB_jjQ5KqNKsw3k7oGLGjxYCQB3xUUfNaGZijyqX6UMVSUiri9_LYSCDVG-pQJbFRRSfgCpvHgGipdcncnideXWuLZvdo/s400/Screenshot-261.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cUjjGYv03MkphX9AQf4p8ywCeZC7PA-QQK3_APoquwqOkFVlcFDr3DwJb1IGiwfUHLbZbWegiBB6sPH5BHUbYBT86A6zV8fRvhHjNbG-DbqyVIXyWFHGkaWIsedMLN4Cv87BFgJ33Xc/s1600/Screenshot-257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cUjjGYv03MkphX9AQf4p8ywCeZC7PA-QQK3_APoquwqOkFVlcFDr3DwJb1IGiwfUHLbZbWegiBB6sPH5BHUbYBT86A6zV8fRvhHjNbG-DbqyVIXyWFHGkaWIsedMLN4Cv87BFgJ33Xc/s400/Screenshot-257.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">But you know what? I wouldn't change a single thing. It was so rewarding to see my children, my flesh and blood, grow up slowly but surely.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Soon enough it was time for all their birthdays - time really did fly by so fast!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Seb and I didn't arrange a big party this time round (kids + party = carnage!), so we just had a little family celebration.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Cameron was up first. It was an adorable sight watching him try to blow out the candles on his cake, but I had to help him out, otherwise we would have been there all day!</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pVKDqnHEB3za1KQgJ5tIhyBn9Kre-TvnvUGK_BFnmTSDLN_Pdkyjgurv_acvh0JhAf5Xcjxw3XbXzm9JKX5QeyoHyu3BpbKn1GC3gvxQm6gjC8p74d0VWJncABRmg9fGI3fZH9MbkDI/s1600/Screenshot-283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pVKDqnHEB3za1KQgJ5tIhyBn9Kre-TvnvUGK_BFnmTSDLN_Pdkyjgurv_acvh0JhAf5Xcjxw3XbXzm9JKX5QeyoHyu3BpbKn1GC3gvxQm6gjC8p74d0VWJncABRmg9fGI3fZH9MbkDI/s400/Screenshot-283.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He really was a handsome young man. He still looked a hell a lot like me when I was a child - which isn't a bad thing of course! haha</span></div></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObAr5Kz73aEu-9jEhc4AD9E-EpebS3GBWmZ-5EIg8isYZfQydBdBRP6acBP6g4xt7IeOT_p_eA7Jfhxz0Y6Cwf-DVqjZf3zovubSSGxXbUGKH1XKDZI-KpxLz33km_M-pokWSXMdrTDg/s1600/Screenshot-286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObAr5Kz73aEu-9jEhc4AD9E-EpebS3GBWmZ-5EIg8isYZfQydBdBRP6acBP6g4xt7IeOT_p_eA7Jfhxz0Y6Cwf-DVqjZf3zovubSSGxXbUGKH1XKDZI-KpxLz33km_M-pokWSXMdrTDg/s400/Screenshot-286.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YNYq7tfLE0piz19HYFOWKGpg0PCT4mPPFgL0H6WNYxnwHHMFtIuxRJINmAFZAslOamrgA7z6CQ0KpOJihUD8nh8nzYoqYXj8OXNPTlZ4C6-2ps8T5rzQx91bjyRMw9ohcGOmxut-Sl0/s1600/Screenshot-285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YNYq7tfLE0piz19HYFOWKGpg0PCT4mPPFgL0H6WNYxnwHHMFtIuxRJINmAFZAslOamrgA7z6CQ0KpOJihUD8nh8nzYoqYXj8OXNPTlZ4C6-2ps8T5rzQx91bjyRMw9ohcGOmxut-Sl0/s400/Screenshot-285.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Then it was the twins turn. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Florence was first, being the first-born and all. Seb took her up to the cake and blew out the candles..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And to my surprise she had neither my hair colour or Seb's. She had a platinum blonde. At first I was confused, but then I realised what colour Mum's hair was... I bet that she was going to look like her when she was older! She did have my eyes though!</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqs3gI_WlvLeAKkZIrf7GBSLEJljQ-puoJKchstxXxNMP0NX0HIScL4Zm7qNVaDMWmgFP-3CK2vil3zrqWrfj9acxPkZGqR7rETq_HUr7PY0WXhObGES6Rht2l-73P7PdnM6wgJMQGrgs/s1600/Screenshot-297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqs3gI_WlvLeAKkZIrf7GBSLEJljQ-puoJKchstxXxNMP0NX0HIScL4Zm7qNVaDMWmgFP-3CK2vil3zrqWrfj9acxPkZGqR7rETq_HUr7PY0WXhObGES6Rht2l-73P7PdnM6wgJMQGrgs/s400/Screenshot-297.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiWKmlXJ72n4Teob0ijMv0cgKna7LOOlAHaDcxPYPRJP6ruM4jOoUYcHfRUQ_JeeODPxm3yMRGzGUXwAjK4H8gS14BDRko-veR1wZAtWHeke9k_wKtnRdRcvrrB46EWPMVhyg0dou1ZM/s1600/Screenshot-303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiWKmlXJ72n4Teob0ijMv0cgKna7LOOlAHaDcxPYPRJP6ruM4jOoUYcHfRUQ_JeeODPxm3yMRGzGUXwAjK4H8gS14BDRko-veR1wZAtWHeke9k_wKtnRdRcvrrB46EWPMVhyg0dou1ZM/s400/Screenshot-303.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And then finally it was Isabella. Seb also took her up to the cake.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">She had my hair colour and my eye colour, however I could see a lot of Seb in her, unlike Cameron who didn't look like his father at all!</span></div></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MEXohYoOEAbxOSb1LOtMUPBJtyTJQE9f_mpIx5dA78iIqDC3JLc-y_EZTjESe7zI6hVg_E_GSbLZ_yB8Av5dUrLvaRmct6_ERwj-fiFV7IM3tiwBsr5HiWE_h_0GeKfPnwXuspAPaaQ/s1600/Screenshot-302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MEXohYoOEAbxOSb1LOtMUPBJtyTJQE9f_mpIx5dA78iIqDC3JLc-y_EZTjESe7zI6hVg_E_GSbLZ_yB8Av5dUrLvaRmct6_ERwj-fiFV7IM3tiwBsr5HiWE_h_0GeKfPnwXuspAPaaQ/s400/Screenshot-302.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi877PEbKRai80Lt_vJuCjfmZZuGa5Iclt3UndM3aHlDvHXOB1tpb2vSkaXSkmGn1FHTY3Em7JL5PDMN48TOLH5QOrFz_7k2MAeSvV8z4CrK6MpEg24eu5N79DmnBlRb8j3VsYjsvITDlc/s1600/Screenshot-304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi877PEbKRai80Lt_vJuCjfmZZuGa5Iclt3UndM3aHlDvHXOB1tpb2vSkaXSkmGn1FHTY3Em7JL5PDMN48TOLH5QOrFz_7k2MAeSvV8z4CrK6MpEg24eu5N79DmnBlRb8j3VsYjsvITDlc/s400/Screenshot-304.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">My little family was gorgeous though -- I wouldn't change a thing about any of them!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"></span></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The next day it was Cameron's first day at school. I, like any other mother, was very emotional. I'm usually very strong, but when I saw how quickly my baby was growing I couldn't hold it in.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Cameron just said "Mum, why <em>are</em> you crying? I'll be fine." and gave me a quick hug before boarding the school bus.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And I knew deep down that he would be fine, but a mother has to worry!</span></div></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcRFFFvv0IfM-6p3Rb2YAPcjpG_QORuR9WC1eLuFu0Ee9IpYzwFbQMWaMoZQwvg8a5nVEnfvvR9RFYKJGVSC2yZyFHE1o7cHQ3Jvkl0zeX5r8jMtBzK43g6iklIjIrln2pjYTbpMyG7A/s1600/Screenshot-189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcRFFFvv0IfM-6p3Rb2YAPcjpG_QORuR9WC1eLuFu0Ee9IpYzwFbQMWaMoZQwvg8a5nVEnfvvR9RFYKJGVSC2yZyFHE1o7cHQ3Jvkl0zeX5r8jMtBzK43g6iklIjIrln2pjYTbpMyG7A/s400/Screenshot-189.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxs8NsvKPp6b9G_E0wQOzK4VvBEou0Mq1I6nNkUR_3f57jiLchvEQpqDmOgI2K9Da61MQ1yT-hH1A5Lo8b0VnTBxDe99G1D9ttKyZpNd9RYvXilIMt-KxT8HqH_wKCE5tGTXc6TgpQm50/s1600/Screenshot-188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxs8NsvKPp6b9G_E0wQOzK4VvBEou0Mq1I6nNkUR_3f57jiLchvEQpqDmOgI2K9Da61MQ1yT-hH1A5Lo8b0VnTBxDe99G1D9ttKyZpNd9RYvXilIMt-KxT8HqH_wKCE5tGTXc6TgpQm50/s400/Screenshot-188.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He came home from school that first day, bounding like a little puppy with a smile on his face. </span></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And he was quick to start his homework, although he needed a little help from me.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmmhi_FltBS3Q0ZnPHziE7KL3nXd_40mNqoXExuUY4wyMcRwxAiLc1pywXsReiD02fCwWWe00M23iKf7_ExqVcDctsACoRBYwNsmYk9XUGxMfleofKYlCs0SVZGxObicSItpyID2NQ2c/s1600/Screenshot-202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmmhi_FltBS3Q0ZnPHziE7KL3nXd_40mNqoXExuUY4wyMcRwxAiLc1pywXsReiD02fCwWWe00M23iKf7_ExqVcDctsACoRBYwNsmYk9XUGxMfleofKYlCs0SVZGxObicSItpyID2NQ2c/s400/Screenshot-202.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">As the days went on, you could see how much Cameron adored Flo and Issy, even though they were his half-sisters. He played peek-a-boo with them, and read books with them without a single complaint. Just as sweet as his father was.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaOLhGyaqIKNrW9pnO4dUVVZ287jU6yr6nIeEDcWpm8xkuU2kQ1a4uwvYlbKzY5nOuvUqIG34i_gPyptR-JsqumBCe5RKplOAXSuwvGwX-mIQY_0NhfBY9d3-cZ5glj1MHV6chS53H6Q/s1600/Screenshot-182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaOLhGyaqIKNrW9pnO4dUVVZ287jU6yr6nIeEDcWpm8xkuU2kQ1a4uwvYlbKzY5nOuvUqIG34i_gPyptR-JsqumBCe5RKplOAXSuwvGwX-mIQY_0NhfBY9d3-cZ5glj1MHV6chS53H6Q/s400/Screenshot-182.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zyAw4hAhH5yof_faEWP6DTutsatOjjqoejrL9VU6iFvy4BYXsvn7fYu4m-yPKt9VR5nUIMcjqkqiCSLYLoQqpM_NoitpPuLI1WCmLAMZQCweLVPx9jnHrQqWN_vv6JC-ZlOFCnmYf4A/s1600/Screenshot-206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zyAw4hAhH5yof_faEWP6DTutsatOjjqoejrL9VU6iFvy4BYXsvn7fYu4m-yPKt9VR5nUIMcjqkqiCSLYLoQqpM_NoitpPuLI1WCmLAMZQCweLVPx9jnHrQqWN_vv6JC-ZlOFCnmYf4A/s400/Screenshot-206.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Speaking of Flo and Issy, their personalities were really starting to shine through.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Florence was definately the more outgoing twin, and was such a daddy's girl.</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"> Isabella was much more shy, <u>very</u> shy in fact. She liked to cling to me, and if someone would try to talk to her she would just hide her face into my hair, or suck her thumb. I hoped it was just a phase.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">One day, a couple of months after the kids' birthdays, Seb came up to me as I was doing some research for work. He grabbed my hand and helped me up from the couch.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Now?!" I asked.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Yep." </span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"We can't just <em>leave</em> - what about the children?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Don't worry, I've called your mum and she's coming to look after them."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"But- where are we going?" I enquired.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #741b47;">Seb stopped walking and turned to face me. "Babe you'll see."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I opened my mouth to protest but he stopped me, a softness creeping into his voice. "Just trust me Gracie, please."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I couldn't argue with that - I would trust Sebastian with my life.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">He got me into a taxi and covered my eyes. After a good ten minutes the cab stopped and Seb helped me out, ensuring I still had my eyes closed. Then he helped me up what seemed like some steps.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I opened my eyes and saw where I was standing - under a stunning gazebo, surrounded by flowers and beautiful trees.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Its amazingness made me realise that it actually took my breath away. "Wow Seb, this place is <em>gorgeous.</em>" I exclaimed while craning me head to look around. "But why exactly are we here?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Well I have a question to ask you. And I wanted to ask you in a place that you would never forget, in a moment you would never forget." He said, before getting down on one knee.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7lX3WPEgyQ5oGQA3KWUwFGiVdkisKx42mX0fyd9xs-lp0tqWBiEa6TTHuqtR6NEtJHVsMaHvCnkMIXC1y7hw79bPX4GIMgG8DHV0UoSzHpSdgZefXRE9f4e9ZIOQj7XjO9jip5WH-yM/s1600/Screenshot-217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7lX3WPEgyQ5oGQA3KWUwFGiVdkisKx42mX0fyd9xs-lp0tqWBiEa6TTHuqtR6NEtJHVsMaHvCnkMIXC1y7hw79bPX4GIMgG8DHV0UoSzHpSdgZefXRE9f4e9ZIOQj7XjO9jip5WH-yM/s400/Screenshot-217.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Miss Gracie Hope, will you do me the absolute honour of being my wife?"</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He brought out a blue velvet box, which contained a stunning gold ring.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I didn't have to think twice.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygYA6GzBkhIBwLjxTi_zMWgfDICbcuxbNFuOH6TSOHtJLonvo3Y1e4JeNx_qzSDmhTQ0zA8v5W4EQN-ZRoZWqIW1-Q7fsCcQbzchYnwvOhOtmaxkIxMdsAgQqmfMy2OOdU66Lfi56FSw/s1600/Screenshot-223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixId3CMV7UKysOdwE8hjJsFpEbZsYXCNgwtATOuDrCAEvOrviS73Vgld9RuQOE7oZft7hLiucjC0Fc7usgglZAwMwX_Yso0yAx49idvO_uHDYq_MSkYLI6wx3JndIgrH0Gy8NaVZnk9cI/s1600/Screenshot-221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixId3CMV7UKysOdwE8hjJsFpEbZsYXCNgwtATOuDrCAEvOrviS73Vgld9RuQOE7oZft7hLiucjC0Fc7usgglZAwMwX_Yso0yAx49idvO_uHDYq_MSkYLI6wx3JndIgrH0Gy8NaVZnk9cI/s400/Screenshot-221.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Yes." I whispered. "Yes, yes, YES!" My voice escalating into a shout.</span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He placed the ring on my finger, and with utter delight wrapped me up in a hug that I never wanted to be let go of. </span><br />
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">----------------------------------------------------</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Sorry this chapter was very picture heavy, and I'm sorry it took so long to get out!</span></strong></div><img height="72" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygYA6GzBkhIBwLjxTi_zMWgfDICbcuxbNFuOH6TSOHtJLonvo3Y1e4JeNx_qzSDmhTQ0zA8v5W4EQN-ZRoZWqIW1-Q7fsCcQbzchYnwvOhOtmaxkIxMdsAgQqmfMy2OOdU66Lfi56FSw/s400/Screenshot-223.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 372px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 7751px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" />starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-67124099254252070632011-01-09T07:27:00.000-08:002011-01-09T07:27:51.207-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 10 - New love, new life<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DnbtH0dcshCk3gTb6_krRoinzwYFAWUSKyjg46OV_On2IqjtiUBIAbbqf-lLghV3lKcQx7yDEa8FxwktAMJ2N-CJnG_Hh_22sG6kJAEcxpH9I3Ba209R4wRz3ZzgXELuVqJwiis21_8/s400/Screenshot-62.jpg" width="400" /><br />
No, your eyes aren't decieving you - I really was pregnant. I guess a lot had happened since I last updated you..</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">It all started when Seb asked me to be his girlfriend offically. I accepted of course, for he makes me deliriously happy.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And most importantly, he was forming a bond with my son. Any guy who wants to date me has to get on with Cameron, and Seb came along and did just that.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">He is really proving to be a good father figure for him.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Soon enough, Seb was moving in, and Laura was moving out. I guess she just moved in to support me and help out with Cameron, with all that had happened, but now Seb was here she didn't really need to stay. Besides, she was moving in with Jason and I definately wasn't going to stop that from happening!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08CnsUnN9SzNW47nSwlzAUGjrZPmHopMVU8o-QVOzyALo64e0bsfWPlX6kZe6kRKKGXteKQlHGPEOFNmsu19D893__wVbBiEkMoq3nFgeGZIKHDJg3jqmYqVRGCHXVcaEnK6Sze_Z_HY/s1600/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08CnsUnN9SzNW47nSwlzAUGjrZPmHopMVU8o-QVOzyALo64e0bsfWPlX6kZe6kRKKGXteKQlHGPEOFNmsu19D893__wVbBiEkMoq3nFgeGZIKHDJg3jqmYqVRGCHXVcaEnK6Sze_Z_HY/s400/Screenshot-6.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">So life was good. I had my son, my boyfriend, my house, my job. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Seb and I were really enjoying each others company - in more ways than one..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eDqi31bISkjMWxrtk8U6F0GjMmA3EyVYq51KOIN-YvjrwH3qx4UD_0qxKwN3TbDz5CjnSaB_Xwg7BwYQ2xBGaoj_qFd9-0_fEbK1bTMg7HYwv5STHSMLpFsI3T66Ie8f1utd8rdX09U/s1600/Screenshot-47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eDqi31bISkjMWxrtk8U6F0GjMmA3EyVYq51KOIN-YvjrwH3qx4UD_0qxKwN3TbDz5CjnSaB_Xwg7BwYQ2xBGaoj_qFd9-0_fEbK1bTMg7HYwv5STHSMLpFsI3T66Ie8f1utd8rdX09U/s400/Screenshot-47.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And a month or so later, I started throwing up, and getting cravings. And I <em>knew</em> without a doubt in my mind that I was pregnant. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Seb was over the moon, and so was I.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ZtT-tWR2PDJ3mZ4m98_3lGG1kDvBMPvDo55CWIBEBR5uRbYMC26Z6bq44onianw7OMNX3dQo1UCpUZWnglMeunzmXATxcPXsm73tpX-WphRwAyNtYHreUEI8w4NRxmCLyNe5HA54kmg/s1600/Screenshot-61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ZtT-tWR2PDJ3mZ4m98_3lGG1kDvBMPvDo55CWIBEBR5uRbYMC26Z6bq44onianw7OMNX3dQo1UCpUZWnglMeunzmXATxcPXsm73tpX-WphRwAyNtYHreUEI8w4NRxmCLyNe5HA54kmg/s400/Screenshot-61.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5EkHspWKsXmguJqYbtGolc8orlztkd8xcvyuXMEbUoJPg9pLy3hbrQhZSieX1h6-iFfV4WFIWpLrnDSw4aoyRt-CIl3xmaiRj-HD6qfrEI7ad9ji99IV1zjJdcgY9CiZKLT_oNYsu_pQ/s1600/Screenshot-26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5EkHspWKsXmguJqYbtGolc8orlztkd8xcvyuXMEbUoJPg9pLy3hbrQhZSieX1h6-iFfV4WFIWpLrnDSw4aoyRt-CIl3xmaiRj-HD6qfrEI7ad9ji99IV1zjJdcgY9CiZKLT_oNYsu_pQ/s400/Screenshot-26.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Cameron took his first wobbly steps a week later, with some encouragement from me. But now he's started I can't stop him! I'm certain that he is going to be so athletic when he is older.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixon2OiWPWB6VfO2db07t9xoOy07TEJYdSNGZkD2-9gJh638N7_FQCj7R7TInKfPVLyXJiYns99z-cOx7APO7tEbRw2LB8yrhz6VZpQrzbB-G1pCjA9S_Y19JQX0F-ztXA8aOpBMgLiCM/s1600/Screenshot-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixon2OiWPWB6VfO2db07t9xoOy07TEJYdSNGZkD2-9gJh638N7_FQCj7R7TInKfPVLyXJiYns99z-cOx7APO7tEbRw2LB8yrhz6VZpQrzbB-G1pCjA9S_Y19JQX0F-ztXA8aOpBMgLiCM/s400/Screenshot-11.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He was a little more reluctant to say his first words however, but I'm sure that'll come in time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9ITEFjZKa5pPMcKU_T8NzKTA7i_ULtkahbSIVW06q2XpVL3OOFXZBMAi0v3pE60CV4bQhOl5exLlUm6qfc3qHIRNosOKcQSBNN5_y0M19ev0XXIYBQA5gKfjfbYA3TGiDGn0vO61vi8/s1600/Screenshot-30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9ITEFjZKa5pPMcKU_T8NzKTA7i_ULtkahbSIVW06q2XpVL3OOFXZBMAi0v3pE60CV4bQhOl5exLlUm6qfc3qHIRNosOKcQSBNN5_y0M19ev0XXIYBQA5gKfjfbYA3TGiDGn0vO61vi8/s400/Screenshot-30.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">My bump got bigger and bigger as time went by. Soon it was the day of my baby's due date, but nothing happened that day or a couple of weeks later. I was just eager to get my baby out, to bring him into my arms.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I guess I got my wish. The next day, as I was making my way up the stairs to tend to Cameron, I felt a sudden pain. I knew it was time. I wasn't as scared or nervous as my first pregnancy, I knew what to do the second time round.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Seb called a taxi to take us to the hospital, while picking up Cameron and making sure I was all right, as cool as a cucumber.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And I walked out there, early on a Wednesday morning, with two beautiful bouncing baby girls who I named Florence and Isabella.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiClsTW7n3PbywsCbaaOYSwmsi2BpzY6D0OgkCCgSHtFW6jE9KDdB3AGD9Up2GR6LdvNwgPCZWyK8sBVD7QTvFfewRZD8-qt3o5ddW4s51kk0MQNVuvgZKtaecS4v3F2NiMkhYoPlYtQ/s1600/Screenshot-134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiClsTW7n3PbywsCbaaOYSwmsi2BpzY6D0OgkCCgSHtFW6jE9KDdB3AGD9Up2GR6LdvNwgPCZWyK8sBVD7QTvFfewRZD8-qt3o5ddW4s51kk0MQNVuvgZKtaecS4v3F2NiMkhYoPlYtQ/s400/Screenshot-134.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">That's Florence,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYA0-CW3x_TbKIS-nMAWAX2U3EoyMIiRDGig6tWB7FhuT4NVsHFVMWeVfeDNm0k7DTBrJMWw5xfdOc6D07dUr4Y79JzLDDJJHBheGyW6QZhiHT0EucFXpo1xDVJP7MbehbDac6XFuw7I/s1600/Screenshot-135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYA0-CW3x_TbKIS-nMAWAX2U3EoyMIiRDGig6tWB7FhuT4NVsHFVMWeVfeDNm0k7DTBrJMWw5xfdOc6D07dUr4Y79JzLDDJJHBheGyW6QZhiHT0EucFXpo1xDVJP7MbehbDac6XFuw7I/s400/Screenshot-135.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">and that's Isabella.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_6iO9Q_MpsRXoq78HdJJZD0IcF7Z6raWnOrBrMHMJWmcvCq3cdyCHcu5h2_f1vV_ON_v6b10KmiOChkxcuxuByj_NmJf8jzpJwrTd5jNL89u4QWwQZ6_4REbuX5ShW-54qWNvkdLd7OU/s1600/Screenshot-136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_6iO9Q_MpsRXoq78HdJJZD0IcF7Z6raWnOrBrMHMJWmcvCq3cdyCHcu5h2_f1vV_ON_v6b10KmiOChkxcuxuByj_NmJf8jzpJwrTd5jNL89u4QWwQZ6_4REbuX5ShW-54qWNvkdLd7OU/s400/Screenshot-136.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Two little additions to my perfect little family. <3</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8K9OHUehl_XnNMpTQScDhZM7Mw4oxnOlRceelM9up4qyCrNjtIn3Wfy0Cl0hosEn_UN-eu9Ola9I4NPCLCPTlNMKiOGFVuMawrrW8egm7ooZYRQLxt-EN40ZXnzZdFmMXX48gDKUg94/s1600/Screenshot-137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8K9OHUehl_XnNMpTQScDhZM7Mw4oxnOlRceelM9up4qyCrNjtIn3Wfy0Cl0hosEn_UN-eu9Ola9I4NPCLCPTlNMKiOGFVuMawrrW8egm7ooZYRQLxt-EN40ZXnzZdFmMXX48gDKUg94/s400/Screenshot-137.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>This isn't included in the story, but I wanted to show you nonetheless.</strong></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Violet and Romeo have aged up into elders! I went to the library one day and saw them.</strong></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Romeo still looks as cool as he ever did!</strong></span><br />
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</span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>And Violet still looks pretty much the same, wearing her surgeon's outfit all the time!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Hope you liked the chapter!</strong></span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-62411410468959489772011-01-01T12:08:00.000-08:002011-01-01T12:11:45.427-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 9 - A-MAZ-ING!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I met a guy yesterday." Laura said to me as we were both sunbathing one day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Yeah?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Yeah a pretty cute one too. Not my type, but maybe yours.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCmPHf5OJxHrhIxAxyZ2gW5qaBXyhQmPOkD3iZEIb6RWHZj22sN7frRLtZSYH56F7ba4GEXgevuJpGziD7Vr8zoWIEwUzVu8hmP-lZJPyObOO2k7ftqRJ5xUL91TpE36W6bPS7U8qppy8/s1600/Screenshot-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCmPHf5OJxHrhIxAxyZ2gW5qaBXyhQmPOkD3iZEIb6RWHZj22sN7frRLtZSYH56F7ba4GEXgevuJpGziD7Vr8zoWIEwUzVu8hmP-lZJPyObOO2k7ftqRJ5xUL91TpE36W6bPS7U8qppy8/s400/Screenshot-13.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The way she drifted off her sentence made me slightly suspicious of her.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Laura, what did you do..?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Well I might of... just... set you up on a... blind date." Laura said sheepishly.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"You did WHAT?!" I jumped out of my lounger.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Hey, hey calm down. He's a pretty nice guy. His name is Seb, he is a collegue of mine at the police station. He's your age too - don't go thinking that I'd set you up with a 50 year old!" She sat up in an attempt to calm me down.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I - I can't go on a date, it's only nearly been a year since Marcus died. Don't you think it's a bit soon?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"No, not at all." She lie back down in her lounger and adjusted her ponytail.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"But.." I sighed. There was no point in trying to change Laura's mind when she was like this, sometimes she could be as stubborn as hell. "When is this date anyway?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Tonight."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"TONIGHT?! What the hell Laura? Number one, you set me up on a blind date, number two, you tell me six hours before I gotta go!" I said, panicking. "And what about Cameron?!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Laura got up, put her hands on my shoulders and steered me into the house. "Don't worry, I'll work my magic on you. And don't worry about Cameron, I'll be his babysitter tonight."</span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">When the clock hit 8pm, she sent me off to the beach where our date was.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">On the way there, I couldn't help but resent Laura a bit. I know she meant well, but I'm still not ready for a relationship, cute guy or not.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">As I approached the beach, I saw a guy sitting down on a picnic blanket on the sand. When he saw me, he got up and waved at me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Are you Gracie Hope?" he said.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I nodded. "And I'm guessing you are Sebastian?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">He nodded and held his hand out for me to shake.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I shook his hand and looked up to his face. <em>Man, he is cute</em>. <em>Very cute.</em> I thought. </span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">I started mentally thanking Laura. Sometimes you doubt her, but she really does know what she is doing!</span><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">We had a really lovely date. Seb was a really nice guy, sweet, funny, caring - and the picnic food was delicious! And he had freckles - did I ever mention that I LOVE freckles on a guy?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Although there was one short sticky moment when the conversation turned towards my dead fiance and son.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Errr... well I have a LOT of baggage." I said to him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I don't mind, everyone has some sort of baggage." He replied, before gently placing his hand over mine. "Trust me, I have my fair share."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And that was that. He didn't mind at all. It was a lot easier than I thought.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Then came a rather romantic moment...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"OW. Ow, ow, ow!" I exclaimed. "I think I have something in my eye."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Let me have a look..." he said. "Yep there's something in there. Let me just try to brush it out.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The warmness and the softness of his hand on my face, his breath tickling my face.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And then we kissed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">When I had to go home, Seb instantly stood up, being the gentleman that he is, and offered to walk me home.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Only that kind of failed becuase my house is literally on the beach, but we had a good laugh about it!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Bye beautiful." He whispered in my ear as we hugged goodbye.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">When I got home, Laura was waiting for me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"How did it go?!" she squealed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"A-MAZ-ING." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Yeah, why not?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">--------------------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The day of Cameron's first birthday arrived. Lots of people came - I invited Mum and Dad (of course!), some work friends and Seb (he said he would love to come!). </span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Laura also invited a couple of her friends. She introduced me to one of them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Gracie, this is Jason, my boyfriend. Jason, this is my best friend Gracie."</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Boyfriend?!" I mouthed to Laura.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">She nodded and looked down sheepishly, a blush falling on her cheeks before a small smile formed on her lips.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Nice to meet you."</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">"You too."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Everyone was having a really good time - whether it was drinking, dancing or talking.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span><span style="color: #741b47;">Then it was time for Cameron (or me, more likely!) to blow out the candles on his cake.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span><span style="color: #741b47;">He turned out gorgeous, like I always knew he would. To my disappointment however, he seemed to take all of my genes, none of Marcus's. Oh well I guess beggars can't be choosers.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span><span style="color: #741b47;">As the party came to a close, I looked around and couldn't find Cameron or Seb. I went up to Cameron's bedroom and saw the most heartwarming sight.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUp6Xuz08BbZavA5P8HKH_b16a6cdUDTHNdFDxnMabzazc6CBYPpZL1tBIfkbPpdr9eYSEcs7cNm9Ot563CcIm1oqb782fAG3Q739vHKRtxSiF7GcKo58HYrN-zW2_KjBnqBZWLg470g/s400/Screenshot-50.jpg" width="400" /></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I smiled as I thought "There <em>is </em>life after Marcus. Now I'm really ready to move on."</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">-------------------------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Sorry it has taken me a while to get this chapter out, it has been VERY busy for me lately.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">There was Christmas, and then I got food poisioning, and then it was new years eve! So I haven't had much time to do this chapter.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">On the subject of the new year, I just wanted to say HAPPY NEW YEAR!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">I'm looking forward to a whole year of the Hope Legacy, and I hope you are too! :)</span></strong></div></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-92051170734239897302010-12-23T09:43:00.000-08:002010-12-23T09:43:39.623-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 8 - The final goodbye<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was absolutely shattered. Raising a baby was truly exhausting. Cameron woke up twice a night for feeds, not to forgot having to change his nappy what seemed like every hour!</span></div><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">It wasn't like I even had Marcus here to help me - I was a single mum. I had never wanted to be a single mum, I dreamed of settling down with a nice man and having a big family but well.. I guess destiny has made its choice.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Don't get me wrong though, I love Cameron with all my heart. Every move he makes, every time his grabs my little finger it makes my heart melt.Having a life to look after is tiring no doubt, but it is wholly amazing. I've only had him for a week, but I couldn't imagine life without him.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYBEwPFJbuAdG8SqiXKDgwXX6vJXL0Rh0gZ_xm4ab8KoFcvFB_El8nqJ2WX3-fWG-XJ2qbxfXXKyFDfaAzdCDLYNc_D4wHW-Cl6gwQDRnkNgfGFhQd6V3s31Iloc5C1Qx3db5W9fFsMM/s1600/Screenshot-729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYBEwPFJbuAdG8SqiXKDgwXX6vJXL0Rh0gZ_xm4ab8KoFcvFB_El8nqJ2WX3-fWG-XJ2qbxfXXKyFDfaAzdCDLYNc_D4wHW-Cl6gwQDRnkNgfGFhQd6V3s31Iloc5C1Qx3db5W9fFsMM/s400/Screenshot-729.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Luckily for me, Diana and Laura have moved in with me for a bit to help me look after Cameron, and for that I am eternally grateful. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Laura is so in love with Cameron, I can tell that she will be a great mother herself, she just needs to find a man first!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-bXdJZEFDSDiw_AqbxEMxEAjlj72lwZ138BAbJZ0zJ7gmWgX39rGzruo14nhWSnxhp4-L4Kt-2YswUCZZRllhniryY-nceBnZmt9lGqIxByC66RhQMyOfDtNed8OxLu0lLVNa4Nt1JI/s1600/Screenshot-730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-bXdJZEFDSDiw_AqbxEMxEAjlj72lwZ138BAbJZ0zJ7gmWgX39rGzruo14nhWSnxhp4-L4Kt-2YswUCZZRllhniryY-nceBnZmt9lGqIxByC66RhQMyOfDtNed8OxLu0lLVNa4Nt1JI/s400/Screenshot-730.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Meanwhile, the day of Marcus's funeral loomed. Diana took it upon herself to make the preperations for it, she said I had enough to deal with.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">On the day of the funeral, we all woke up, got ready and headed off. I could already tell it was going to be a hard and emotional day. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmtMu3WxQaKlSuNMg472lHjGHxYNE6sSFizXSdKQM7ICwZXDvNsqouhYNHvCPwdreRxXH5fL7G9FCMjlYz8vKWf7Ulp2UicCkB_W983OCR6ZS-SHk_fVvm7vsBHiDxbc5mswvb2OW45sw/s1600/Screenshot-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmtMu3WxQaKlSuNMg472lHjGHxYNE6sSFizXSdKQM7ICwZXDvNsqouhYNHvCPwdreRxXH5fL7G9FCMjlYz8vKWf7Ulp2UicCkB_W983OCR6ZS-SHk_fVvm7vsBHiDxbc5mswvb2OW45sw/s400/Screenshot-19.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">We took our seats in the church and went through the procession. Then the preist asked if anyone would like to give a speech; I refused, because I knew that I would breakdown halfway through the speech.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Good old Laura stepped up to the plate though.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Marcus was an amazing person. He was sweet, kind, thoughtful, loving, one of the nicest people you could ever meet. He was all you could ever want in a person and more. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">He was the best brother to me; I can't think of a single time when we argued or when he was unkind to me or anything like that. I am so grateful to have had him in my life. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Not only was he an amzing brother, but an amazing son and fiance too."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">(At this point she looked at Diana and I, respectively.)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrTD0h9r5iAzJUs6x7HQNe5ftfbsUFsxEaqvyxyHjEJ31NFPKWhPXDIsa2huDRc3tCABoOciXG84KzT1ssZNEzVA_Ztjhj9Groj5hJh1zAG84cBgDQJVEic9_8wt532KeaI6ccv8_ohI/s1600/Screenshot-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrTD0h9r5iAzJUs6x7HQNe5ftfbsUFsxEaqvyxyHjEJ31NFPKWhPXDIsa2huDRc3tCABoOciXG84KzT1ssZNEzVA_Ztjhj9Groj5hJh1zAG84cBgDQJVEic9_8wt532KeaI6ccv8_ohI/s400/Screenshot-3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"And I know, I have no doubt in my mind, that Marcus would have been the best father to Cameron. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">He will be greatly missed, but we all know where Marcus has gone - to the great sky above, and that's where he deserves to be." </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I couldn't have said it better myself. At this point though, I was in tears. I think it was the mention of Marcus being a father to Cameron that set me off. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Then we headed outside for the burial, as the sun slowly fell. Now everyone was crying (I even saw Dad sneak a few tears!). We laid down some flowers, and I said my goodbyes.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0KCBKXCQ6cIM9NwSuC3iZVgFwbk09eIeJ-K_bM5QI5EyPibtQAVXNL2mMdZKhdUfvr68hTkkMpDiXF0pJMJROEd3oFCpe5W6QqrXFMBZkW1iA3OxcVdErmQtFwlLQoLsqaHWhhrq5Oyc/s400/Screenshot-28.jpg" width="400" /></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I am moving to Champs Le Sims in a few days time."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Really?!" I said, shocked to say the least.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Diana nodded. "I can't stay here, this place has too many bad memories for me, and I can't go back to Twinbrook, that place has too many memories full stop. I feel like I need a fresh start, and the Champs is the place to do it. I don't mean to leave you Gracie, but I need to get away. I will come and visit you and Cameron of course."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I nodded. "I understand. We'll miss you, but you gotta do what you gotta do."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Wait, Laura?" I turned to her. "You're not going as well are you?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">She laughed. "No, no. I like Sunset Valley too much. After the fog of Twinbrook, do you really think I'm going to move from somewhere sunny and beautiful?" She laughed again. "And anyway, there is no way I'm going to leave my best friend alone to look after my nephew and godson, am I?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Phew, that was a relief. And as I got ready for bed that night and settled Cameron down, I reflected on the days events. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">My heart was aching, of course it was.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">But now we had said goodbye, maybe, just maybe, my heart could start to heal again.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>----------------------------------------------------</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Sorry it has taken me a while to get this chapter out, it's been a very hectic week for me, especially as Christmas is coming up soon.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>And I won't have another chapter out before Christmas, so I just want to take this opportunity to wish you and your families a merry Christmas :)</strong></span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-87858410131590939012010-12-19T08:59:00.000-08:002010-12-19T08:59:14.943-08:00A Hope Legacy college made by angel99950!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">This isn't update, although one is coming soon!</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Angel99950 has made this college about the Hope legacy and the whole story that is going on between Marcus and Gracie, and I just wanted to share it with you! I really like it and </span><span style="color: #741b47;">I'm very pleased that the story has touched her so much.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">So thank you Angel! :)</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><img height="313" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2093hcG2kEg/TQ3WKVl4EoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7qggYvydrzc/s400/starling89.jpg" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://sims3collages.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-moments-for-starling89-founder-of.html?showComment=1292768809855_AIe9_BF0ffYbjf9KlAxQ0Chy0U1kFGH6K4CbBOCir4l91SbEMTDfnxykbIsuj4MYJh369rfLCAmAk3iXxfuIE1vucYX207Nzm1HkgkaQYhLcMBm1__gq2EXoqyvVpvWFt8Oot2OLAxTnDMHGcUQ2GUZi5txAZOrMHz9rq3NrGYLdmZtdVSWyP2OjO-EiSRzJ8sN3rlsmhKg0Jv1UP7BRTEnpTSLrJ9IJQoG21SPhh46RE-iBe6ZB5Cr3xcyTbq-fcuHQ-1NE1YrCwaSXZSb5KN0UCjy-o02h79ptOBWZpEksFr9MyHJDUxtSJk-8oa75QJml8AkiKg2NbD3bCgsKc1Np9-K_A2Mjt28C3PYFFbZrcxd___ZfsHUNrzwDnMUC5IDdvQrDSjWHaLmsS0D8TWHiJwq_cv8mlHTivHP8Xf4HRstEs9WAIPMvsaDT79gXgPsAac_3N6TZHNvbQ-TezjMr80aB7LyS988u-QOf5h3duCCyapymPBgTI1mcRCQQiyHCmPQXWQqIsMuxAkAeXHelbu3HnpthPOxqFFMklMCqakvlA1s9J8kSl33QVc_pP4IktrQyebr_oS4hFlnIoAM6if8uB4SDWgs5sy5hNIIU_uX6soZxeC5yirh7B5kN6sGTv8PdztVuEToe54LnArzexWI_5-1oplX7Z1uf5QIK_75K7vAB5BCJQvN50wLHFNN_Cg9niqXSCk0pPQ1RNbtuBzJ1RHOqQoi836q7oWH3ZXWGh2I3qCgkiTE-58ggyEyCajbnqQqD#c7607859796897375553">The full post on Angels blog</a></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-32352246621989049962010-12-12T07:05:00.000-08:002010-12-12T07:05:46.877-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 7 - Forever is over<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">As I fell to the floor sobbing, I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Gracie?" Laura said, concern in her voice. "Gracie, what's the matter?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I heard more footsteps run up the stairs - this time Mum and Diana.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Laura gently held me up. "Gracie babe..?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRl4rAQUVckjsJAcU0VfIfCRH_9trRz65cOpSYf5318rbdhpSGX5BNXDGHr1NT43iCjMDZleszTS2caeLee0SiD5x16QgIX1aaiXxzdAuijK5IuJRcYt7jeQ4XeKeCtmZQRlFyKMZLJk/s1600/Screenshot-378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRl4rAQUVckjsJAcU0VfIfCRH_9trRz65cOpSYf5318rbdhpSGX5BNXDGHr1NT43iCjMDZleszTS2caeLee0SiD5x16QgIX1aaiXxzdAuijK5IuJRcYt7jeQ4XeKeCtmZQRlFyKMZLJk/s400/Screenshot-378.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I couldn't speak. Tears were rolling down my face, I couldn't breathe. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I tried to get the words out, but saying them made the whole thing seem more real.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"M-m-marcus i-is dead." I stammered.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I didn't have to say anymore, Laura knew that I wasn't lying.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Oh Gracie." Laura wrapped me up in a hug before bursting into tears herself.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Mum came round to comfort me, while Diana just stood there, numb. Her face said it all - blank.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxuJcQ-ejv-fxSJ7fdVfLxcDLUnjMq6roWVAByv5W-L6HpEgFTHnHgohATXLlF7T6qOGND9MdxkhbpVLDaudfEik9bCb4GIne8I-Kh_TU-lr799TvvHz1-3WVN46NuExmQE2J0HUqCZw/s1600/Screenshot-377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxuJcQ-ejv-fxSJ7fdVfLxcDLUnjMq6roWVAByv5W-L6HpEgFTHnHgohATXLlF7T6qOGND9MdxkhbpVLDaudfEik9bCb4GIne8I-Kh_TU-lr799TvvHz1-3WVN46NuExmQE2J0HUqCZw/s400/Screenshot-377.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">That night, no-one slept. We all sat around the kitchen table in silence, me still crying.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Mum was my rock that night. She firstly went and made us all some coffee, and then went around and phoned every guest and every arrangement for the wedding, explaining what had happened.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Then she came and sat down with us, and sat there holding my hand and stroking my hair.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwfZe9r46Ns2fjyhCJWNYtWfT2he_9hFPHtR2MjI69LDpZqkvIXxyiu6sMjM5odEl2ikdPUH8x89gT-kd2ZT12_AyhqjolnAhkkjUUFMu4pCr2bcnYwiChXLAiC8wPaEug0DnBSPEggQ/s1600/Screenshot-372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwfZe9r46Ns2fjyhCJWNYtWfT2he_9hFPHtR2MjI69LDpZqkvIXxyiu6sMjM5odEl2ikdPUH8x89gT-kd2ZT12_AyhqjolnAhkkjUUFMu4pCr2bcnYwiChXLAiC8wPaEug0DnBSPEggQ/s400/Screenshot-372.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5mJy8WmeqG5LRxwWTUEJhx_ob2Uiuy9iupTIFoEFxcjlPs-8Ims3WaKy8Mttz3CCzZ3g-xBCFfM6ljNVjL7_FLcw4UxLxVzYUMCk5JpE9JHdUsqd0RDpdA0hROp5c6H0xY8VcCzbW3Vo/s1600/Screenshot-374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5mJy8WmeqG5LRxwWTUEJhx_ob2Uiuy9iupTIFoEFxcjlPs-8Ims3WaKy8Mttz3CCzZ3g-xBCFfM6ljNVjL7_FLcw4UxLxVzYUMCk5JpE9JHdUsqd0RDpdA0hROp5c6H0xY8VcCzbW3Vo/s400/Screenshot-374.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">It hadn't sunk in for me yet.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">How could Marcus die? On the night of our wedding?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Not even a single hour with him as a married couple.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">My love, my life was dead.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">The pain I was feeling was out of the world. I was hurting more than anyone could ever hurt.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">After what seemed like a year, I went to bed, even though it was now 5 in the morning.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was exhausted, and I just cried myself to sleep.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJh9mpZ5ljs2avOTYF7eC86B3H1bKsyKaocUqvCrc1kEj42kLBcfkt8BN7I455M1Gy-0yO-iPYl_Fkx-3wtwXBoxYXiH6-CuQ83roKqWRnSOafxW8mvhUB2Gz1ytfVNP9irIVN9uavXmc/s1600/Screenshot-370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJh9mpZ5ljs2avOTYF7eC86B3H1bKsyKaocUqvCrc1kEj42kLBcfkt8BN7I455M1Gy-0yO-iPYl_Fkx-3wtwXBoxYXiH6-CuQ83roKqWRnSOafxW8mvhUB2Gz1ytfVNP9irIVN9uavXmc/s400/Screenshot-370.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">When you wake up, there is about a minute where you think everything is perfect, where it was all just a bad dream.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And then it hits you, and you remember everything.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">The next day was a lot better. It still hurt, it still hurt A LOT, but it was finally starting to sink in.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Not Diana though, she was still walking around like a zombie.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Laura had coped much better than either of us had. I couldn't deal with life without her little rays of sunshine.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was just sitting there, later on in the day, thinking on the previous events, when this huge pain stabbed me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Woah."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAoR_ljFLKQ5RWdFhKZYrI6YhMQKL4dxtHMudJaWQAThYsBWQ2UjMHL8JykLWmGZi2DaJoFrqnJwNMPl715agBJWFW9oOUAbQg_ROhPvg7aR4t26I5Ekqxoe616kzWBoHycBihGEvjCI/s1600/Screenshot-383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAoR_ljFLKQ5RWdFhKZYrI6YhMQKL4dxtHMudJaWQAThYsBWQ2UjMHL8JykLWmGZi2DaJoFrqnJwNMPl715agBJWFW9oOUAbQg_ROhPvg7aR4t26I5Ekqxoe616kzWBoHycBihGEvjCI/s400/Screenshot-383.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">When it happened repeatedly, I knew it was time. I was going into labour, 2 months early. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I screamed out "LAURAAA!" </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">She ran down the stairs. She saw me and the puddle on the floor and went "Oh Lord."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">After panicking for a little, she started to think rationally.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Mum was at work, so she called her first to explain what was happening, and asked for Mum to prep for my arrival. Then she called a taxi, and we headed towards the hospital.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWF6CLCyMd38n4CUL8-fP3x8Lvn95YXcltPOCX86EVQlmJPBe6EtHCkmjzpg-HgP13QjmSiEO8cFljVD2ikFV8QNQWKRmjW_W3fYgayPYRpV6RgDR56KPkc7Dcq3fpmETM9FHAO_pTe-o/s1600/Screenshot-384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWF6CLCyMd38n4CUL8-fP3x8Lvn95YXcltPOCX86EVQlmJPBe6EtHCkmjzpg-HgP13QjmSiEO8cFljVD2ikFV8QNQWKRmjW_W3fYgayPYRpV6RgDR56KPkc7Dcq3fpmETM9FHAO_pTe-o/s400/Screenshot-384.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8ijVNEXClkreyPPLVKPJkRE9IZKNOl0oe6hhgSyHf04vX6hLBGInt6EIRp0vj_5VzAJmAYg1xGjNmEqWNmbEA90FQbLY-aYXcbibOqakT3za0PUCGsBlHSu7Mt1l2Uo3u01hSNx1iz8/s1600/Screenshot-489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8ijVNEXClkreyPPLVKPJkRE9IZKNOl0oe6hhgSyHf04vX6hLBGInt6EIRp0vj_5VzAJmAYg1xGjNmEqWNmbEA90FQbLY-aYXcbibOqakT3za0PUCGsBlHSu7Mt1l2Uo3u01hSNx1iz8/s400/Screenshot-489.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Although premature, my baby was fine.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I walked out a couple of days later, holding my gorgeous baby boy, who I had named Cameron.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QjvJ20k9dhVEhlFoBVz4k9M9N_FlkPvrsD0rwPEL2HlKEyncZldCZCTyjn-Fy_hgE3kI9gcL_SR-jvQfcGERd0gacDgHtm6mOgqboWQfswYiVwCn09iOCP-rSyh1qeWPLQboWZXde3E/s1600/Screenshot-492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QjvJ20k9dhVEhlFoBVz4k9M9N_FlkPvrsD0rwPEL2HlKEyncZldCZCTyjn-Fy_hgE3kI9gcL_SR-jvQfcGERd0gacDgHtm6mOgqboWQfswYiVwCn09iOCP-rSyh1qeWPLQboWZXde3E/s400/Screenshot-492.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Everyone was estatic. It was just the light everyone needed after a very hard few days.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">No-one was more estatic than Laura.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"He is so PRECIOUS!" she squealed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I took her over to one side and whispered "Would you like to be the Godmother?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Of course, I'd love to!" she smiled.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbQPIsNd0tRL6lUmqkE8v7F9sxT8fc5dpKOuTdRmPnauSc3JRmHoToF0y-WR7ocouzcMRq-zB2wZeVOPzNNkdaVIHQn7cfwjpZMriYxdAv9Mz9s_5tkGnvjMzEmpTn9u67FQt88RHUNE/s1600/Screenshot-493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbQPIsNd0tRL6lUmqkE8v7F9sxT8fc5dpKOuTdRmPnauSc3JRmHoToF0y-WR7ocouzcMRq-zB2wZeVOPzNNkdaVIHQn7cfwjpZMriYxdAv9Mz9s_5tkGnvjMzEmpTn9u67FQt88RHUNE/s400/Screenshot-493.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">As I lay Cameron down in his cot, I couldn't help thinking "If only Marcus were here, then everything would be perfect."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">But he wasn't there, and Cameron was the only thing of him I had left.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdt-iWC_DJvqu4bw9unOXAoQZx9N2H74zLHZ2eu02zwa5PPisDReL3E6GPHk1Hpa-EvU7HTUK3_AR7djhyphenhyphenUb3QcI1VC3mzD8IsY3WqCqOKfq-tNr9NsrwR8uapQWkxAtTxt9GmghYg3w/s1600/Screenshot-496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdt-iWC_DJvqu4bw9unOXAoQZx9N2H74zLHZ2eu02zwa5PPisDReL3E6GPHk1Hpa-EvU7HTUK3_AR7djhyphenhyphenUb3QcI1VC3mzD8IsY3WqCqOKfq-tNr9NsrwR8uapQWkxAtTxt9GmghYg3w/s400/Screenshot-496.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>------------------------------------------------------</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>I love that last paragraph way too much <3</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>So here is baby Cameron. I was actually hoping that it would be multi-gendered twins, but my game (and Gracie!) wanted it to be a boy. So I just let my game do its thing.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>This gen <u>isn't</u> over by a long shot ;)</strong></span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-86588429927816123392010-12-06T12:48:00.000-08:002010-12-06T12:48:55.347-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 6 - One moment in time<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">My baby bump has been blooming. Everyone just can't stop feeling it or talking to it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Mum...</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsW6erUz75qF-3iNl986BK3dC8pAOt1SdcC_6NicdQ4DAfoFW4HRRZiANc3anj28B7rOxGHVT_C_YrSVxtKcDIv-7B2KSUQkJvrtXLLHCskV6nNcDvEbmadSAFYarY_Hvnpc0s__EH9g/s1600/Screenshot-332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsW6erUz75qF-3iNl986BK3dC8pAOt1SdcC_6NicdQ4DAfoFW4HRRZiANc3anj28B7rOxGHVT_C_YrSVxtKcDIv-7B2KSUQkJvrtXLLHCskV6nNcDvEbmadSAFYarY_Hvnpc0s__EH9g/s400/Screenshot-332.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Dad...</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEkBW6CuEOj7mS7wLgSZWPDYRN5vK1g8P82hgFOTUPwmb2SbhBBsP-pYtbdw5A04F9q8axwBe6MdDPnmnu5WDvWXA31uBDP0KGXaIWU4zoSran7Qxjrn5X7RplO3Ual_vhJs9zROxJWk/s1600/Screenshot-336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEkBW6CuEOj7mS7wLgSZWPDYRN5vK1g8P82hgFOTUPwmb2SbhBBsP-pYtbdw5A04F9q8axwBe6MdDPnmnu5WDvWXA31uBDP0KGXaIWU4zoSran7Qxjrn5X7RplO3Ual_vhJs9zROxJWk/s400/Screenshot-336.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">... and even Laura has been getting in the act!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UMywLe9ywEqgR57VMLzSQEbhZtQbNFiAG3KHByDeCMJwc2J-UsSaXDU50lCn7PM3m5QaTBRuvN_EUd4QTUcHLczD0rRqRnA10Zjd46G7ITobbYxhENzWsoBcSTLnBEs0sGEppZLmDbE/s1600/Screenshot-363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UMywLe9ywEqgR57VMLzSQEbhZtQbNFiAG3KHByDeCMJwc2J-UsSaXDU50lCn7PM3m5QaTBRuvN_EUd4QTUcHLczD0rRqRnA10Zjd46G7ITobbYxhENzWsoBcSTLnBEs0sGEppZLmDbE/s400/Screenshot-363.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Marcus has been so amazing throughout this pregnancy. He has been reading pregnancy books, getting me all my cravings (mostly ice cream!) and giving me amaaaaazing massages!</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">He really is just as fascinated by our baby as I am!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN7AvqiD6tCqQk2Ny77bHgR4OI22Hzx8yLEMZ4L65Dq1-5Q0mDIf_HehasS8gdMe8FKarRh8EqzPu8goxWUpSafGuCDM3668EkX8HZXBjyPxhX0FjCC5xxilNuefOqm83XcgKRZtot0Q/s1600/Screenshot-358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN7AvqiD6tCqQk2Ny77bHgR4OI22Hzx8yLEMZ4L65Dq1-5Q0mDIf_HehasS8gdMe8FKarRh8EqzPu8goxWUpSafGuCDM3668EkX8HZXBjyPxhX0FjCC5xxilNuefOqm83XcgKRZtot0Q/s400/Screenshot-358.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I went to my parents house one day and when I came home I found him decorating Baby's room! We decided on a yellow decor, since we don't know the gender of the baby and don't intend to find out!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwse98LnzeNeWYQRhyphenhyphenLyHwmIUHSXvrxb1MKOLlo2vrVyeM92xOOx-bFfkBOroD_W1JCtpuQJmezuXuhXUM-X7T4YxRt1rrbZTnZfc7duazrbDBy10-EgIPYvB5H-_E-qGzw3fT5VlqFhc/s1600/Screenshot-356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwse98LnzeNeWYQRhyphenhyphenLyHwmIUHSXvrxb1MKOLlo2vrVyeM92xOOx-bFfkBOroD_W1JCtpuQJmezuXuhXUM-X7T4YxRt1rrbZTnZfc7duazrbDBy10-EgIPYvB5H-_E-qGzw3fT5VlqFhc/s400/Screenshot-356.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I truly couldn't ask for a better guy. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Meanwhile, our house has become a hive of activity. Mum, Dad, Diana and Laure have all been in and out of our house like crazy. Baby preparations, wedding preparations...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And on the note of wedding preperations, I did find my perfect dress...</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jwUQOZJaB5CsFLTsWiz-AtCDoD-FYntx6TibsQAdSG-gA5rE3cu2drU76xIndo3mRCsPmyw3ErKfdEZVB42QtKonYzPTrirzddd9oEtDRlGl9UuvmzsMGY7D7GxfC0KWY04PLb5u9rk/s1600/Gracie+wedding+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jwUQOZJaB5CsFLTsWiz-AtCDoD-FYntx6TibsQAdSG-gA5rE3cu2drU76xIndo3mRCsPmyw3ErKfdEZVB42QtKonYzPTrirzddd9oEtDRlGl9UuvmzsMGY7D7GxfC0KWY04PLb5u9rk/s400/Gracie+wedding+edit.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">... but it won't fit me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I have to wear this <em>maternity</em> dress. Ugh. But I want this baby so I guess I shouldn't complain.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-iXd2y9aiZIUMbjd84edgZF3s-SIxrmWMTQHpZBEciF7x2Xdr0LV3J7k0_7z9QCUiVtiTaoxCYCw1pcUTehDfUhXCaKUMiff-jQ1hGzRmT6hsMaa3M0uspHrY6F-eW6uLNLfqBCPB8k/s1600/Screenshot-352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-iXd2y9aiZIUMbjd84edgZF3s-SIxrmWMTQHpZBEciF7x2Xdr0LV3J7k0_7z9QCUiVtiTaoxCYCw1pcUTehDfUhXCaKUMiff-jQ1hGzRmT6hsMaa3M0uspHrY6F-eW6uLNLfqBCPB8k/s400/Screenshot-352.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"You look gorgeous Gracie, don't worry!" Laura had told me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #741b47;">Weeks passed and our big day was set. Everything was ready. I decided that Laura was going to be my bridesmaid - she was estatic. She ran and hugged me and nearly pushed me offf my feet!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNzzSbHg1H-D2DKQzkZDKSkiwJBZgYPa_rCjFEhCSpZBP-wKjFQg73iHoZCh4EzO3HWvjkNPSIeGflpssvy_CtcIQvszcr_p5y7oMPp3LKXIr0pmJ2eJAvXBBHQJTN8d7KrfpCss480w/s1600/Screenshot-365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNzzSbHg1H-D2DKQzkZDKSkiwJBZgYPa_rCjFEhCSpZBP-wKjFQg73iHoZCh4EzO3HWvjkNPSIeGflpssvy_CtcIQvszcr_p5y7oMPp3LKXIr0pmJ2eJAvXBBHQJTN8d7KrfpCss480w/s400/Screenshot-365.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #741b47;">"Thank you, thank you! I promise I won't let you down Gracie!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">She did look stunning in her bridesmaid dress though.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkAKhP-TtodcBycluy4lKcdeNPm5El_M9J6C3mNJEcyv4uI933gwPeu0Zcqg0LSej9GooLJ3TH2jgMF3nWoIsMoQX0Fd71So-Y9rfo5xYihnXNiAxZMoMpCTIsgJWZpwWEjJlwvHKRZmQ/s1600/Screenshot-364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkAKhP-TtodcBycluy4lKcdeNPm5El_M9J6C3mNJEcyv4uI933gwPeu0Zcqg0LSej9GooLJ3TH2jgMF3nWoIsMoQX0Fd71So-Y9rfo5xYihnXNiAxZMoMpCTIsgJWZpwWEjJlwvHKRZmQ/s400/Screenshot-364.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The eve of the wedding had arrived. Marcus was having a stag do with some mates, while I decided to chill with my mum, my mum-in-law and my sister-in-law, and watch soppy movies. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I would of had a huge club hen do knowing me, but being 7 months pregnant we decided that it wouldn't be a good idea.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was just going to get in bed when my mobile phone rang.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Hello?" I answered.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Is this the fiance of Marcus Andre that I am speaking to?" the woman on the other side of the phone asked.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Yes I am. Why?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The woman took a deep breath, as if bracing herself. "This is Dr Goodison from Sacred Spleen Memorial Hospital. I am very sorry to tell you that Marcus has died in a car accident. Marcus was driving but there was an incident and the car veered off the road and down a ditch. The ambulance crew came as soon as possible and took him to the hospital, but unfortunately it was too late. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Miss Hope, I am so so sorry-"</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He's gone?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">All I can remember is falling to my knees, sobbing, tears running down my face, wanting to just to die right there and then.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>*sob sob*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>I'm sorry, I had to do it! I felt like there needed to be some drama in this generation, and this was the idea I had from the off. I do feel really bad though, I hate to see my Gracie upset <3 </strong></span></div></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-29948864911581772992010-12-01T07:13:00.000-08:002010-12-01T07:13:51.296-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 5 - What dreams are made of<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">We began to arrange our wedding, just a couple weeks after he proposed to me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was so eager to marry him - after all I was absolutely convinced he was my One - and he too was eager to marry me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I had already set a date for our wedding, 8 months away.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I booked the local church to marry us, followed by a huge party at the beach. I had already arranged flowers, food and music also - I was determined that this wedding was going to go as smoothly as possible, so I had to be on top of everything.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrLXaQEA5Tov4NIujxh7gYlbsqqegxUk9-YZe1ceUVaPZNSslLA5ukK6lUkPLUwCSAiKsXvpDs0kh2PRZ9bkC3uOU1CPqE1mtFri3ikenQlUbky0xUZMLa_V1Nn7x_KjvZTj4MZGlx3U/s1600/Screenshot-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrLXaQEA5Tov4NIujxh7gYlbsqqegxUk9-YZe1ceUVaPZNSslLA5ukK6lUkPLUwCSAiKsXvpDs0kh2PRZ9bkC3uOU1CPqE1mtFri3ikenQlUbky0xUZMLa_V1Nn7x_KjvZTj4MZGlx3U/s400/Screenshot-2.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was yet to find my perfect dress, but I was going to keep searching til I found it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Aside from the wedding plans, life as a proper couple was great! We were in this little perfect bubble, where nothing or noone could hurt us, as long as we had each other. Marcus was the perfect boyfriend, he did every little thing right. I hate to keep using the word perfect, but it's true - our life <em>was</em> perfect!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">We were both pretty busy with our jobs, and having to look after our house was exhausting, but we always managed to spend time together.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmp70QUH7T1H1671YJzCk6mJL5PpiPFO1nS9QEtZE2cAFy3AzMjr4vwQ89WW8ownRhC0s6lJe0ZSxicbNHHXprWCayWkgW-_7iH8KtKQLJWwfj5l2wszsIaoheCcQI_Qr2s_LBASUJL78/s1600/Screenshot-706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmp70QUH7T1H1671YJzCk6mJL5PpiPFO1nS9QEtZE2cAFy3AzMjr4vwQ89WW8ownRhC0s6lJe0ZSxicbNHHXprWCayWkgW-_7iH8KtKQLJWwfj5l2wszsIaoheCcQI_Qr2s_LBASUJL78/s400/Screenshot-706.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82xqjr1iEuSkzA5qMnsr8KdN3Dgsgu150DLNfhMVovpcXHTw3VHvIJXatvOb8Wq_T4jFYQFPZ0bjI7emGY5AEGRsHEsAIv5CkZAE1mmiI6_nL2hTgZY5WVBHrJe3PntnKJTXW53vCKM8/s1600/Screenshot-710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82xqjr1iEuSkzA5qMnsr8KdN3Dgsgu150DLNfhMVovpcXHTw3VHvIJXatvOb8Wq_T4jFYQFPZ0bjI7emGY5AEGRsHEsAIv5CkZAE1mmiI6_nL2hTgZY5WVBHrJe3PntnKJTXW53vCKM8/s400/Screenshot-710.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">There was just one thing though - I wished that my dad was here to cook! Both Marcus and I are completely useless at cooking, and to be honest we didn't even try, for fear that we would burn our kitchen down. We wasn't going to risk that.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">It meant that we ate a LOT of takeaways. (At least we did loads of exercise to burn it off!)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_ZqH-FZvhF_4vFBhxGmqGGzt3bNM5JVa_z_d1JxcFuuYyTqngFE71D1bH-y3V3-Br0dka93fokeI6xdIIV9WUwBepuv6UuzObdvbUenbZHNy57TZYWQ-jdoPEIQsORPiD1Q2XZJ1MNc/s1600/Screenshot-704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_ZqH-FZvhF_4vFBhxGmqGGzt3bNM5JVa_z_d1JxcFuuYyTqngFE71D1bH-y3V3-Br0dka93fokeI6xdIIV9WUwBepuv6UuzObdvbUenbZHNy57TZYWQ-jdoPEIQsORPiD1Q2XZJ1MNc/s400/Screenshot-704.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Luckily, Marcus's mother Diana and his sister Laura were coming down to stay near Sunset Valley in the build-up to the wedding. And Diana could cook! Hurrah!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Both Diana and Laura were lovely, having only met me for the first time. I certainly didn't have to worry about nightmare in-laws!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Laura soon became my best friend - she was only a couple of years younger than me, but I could confide anything in her, and she wouldn't say a word. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">One day, I was at work when I felt horribly sick. Like throw up sick. I asked my boss if I could be dismissed from work, as I wasn't feeling too well. He let me go home, and just in time too!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxxH8O-TmtRJqfszp05wx8vhkujfS43ib6-MmsSMu9B-8CUZ9zH9KGbGstbPVpLoV2_EufWoEZHHAORYjycOF-F6cK_JcZFPhPVJmQkuiM_vkKqIhU09PGfWqBFF1EFbvREY4gjiLmdc/s1600/Screenshot-713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxxH8O-TmtRJqfszp05wx8vhkujfS43ib6-MmsSMu9B-8CUZ9zH9KGbGstbPVpLoV2_EufWoEZHHAORYjycOF-F6cK_JcZFPhPVJmQkuiM_vkKqIhU09PGfWqBFF1EFbvREY4gjiLmdc/s400/Screenshot-713.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0foGAoKVsG3_RMs1zggW-Bogy6vGmTyAoA5auPgRseyz-NdJ8mJM9enUA-Rte8Lm7nlDeQgCEQUs9RviGilimSjbpfjFWF3PABXTwSTmQmLFj3DNiHTSLUWtisTZhBB_KjpC1Ge-1HQ/s1600/Screenshot-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0foGAoKVsG3_RMs1zggW-Bogy6vGmTyAoA5auPgRseyz-NdJ8mJM9enUA-Rte8Lm7nlDeQgCEQUs9RviGilimSjbpfjFWF3PABXTwSTmQmLFj3DNiHTSLUWtisTZhBB_KjpC1Ge-1HQ/s400/Screenshot-31.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">When I felt sick the following day, I had a thought come into my head. I quickly dismissed it, but the more I thought about it, the more it could be likely.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I mean we had always used protection, apart from... that one time. Oh no! I couldn't actually be...pregnant?!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpJLbNFpCjaDDDHyMeJNoTmmLKr0yxf3GSBUqyN2IVqyQBOxwXChSitvaHNZ7ol9Zogg6S0ebtFbubyZt4RD5t83p9JS9lvGtmmwwotEAMxdwu9Ov-sTA_pZTFDcjPm8VHFReAs3nwfE/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpJLbNFpCjaDDDHyMeJNoTmmLKr0yxf3GSBUqyN2IVqyQBOxwXChSitvaHNZ7ol9Zogg6S0ebtFbubyZt4RD5t83p9JS9lvGtmmwwotEAMxdwu9Ov-sTA_pZTFDcjPm8VHFReAs3nwfE/s400/Screenshot.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I rushed to the grocery store as quickly as I could and grabbed a pregnancy test.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">As I waited for the little stick to tell me my results, I drifted into thought. It wouldn't actually be a bad thing if I was pregnant - I mean, Marcus and I didn't hide the fact that we wanted a big family. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">And then I looked down..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was pregnant.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I had a little life growing inside of me.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"> It took a while for it to sink in, that in 9 months time I would be holding a baby in my arms. Wow. Just wow. The thought blew my mind.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">And then I realised I would be heavily pregnant when I walked down the aisle. But you know what? I really didn't care. Just knowing I was having a baby was the best feeling in the world.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Delighted, as soon as I heard "Gracie?" being shouted up the stairs as Marcus got home from work, I ran down the stairs.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Marcus!" I said breathlessly.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"What's the matter baby? Are you still feeling ill?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I'm feeling a lot better actually. Just because I found out.. well I found out that I'm pregnant!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">A gasp escaped his mouth.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFe-0cSXNfRM-R2h29QTJWFX8l3j3yif1GAutxli7fxsHHgCVzGWiJYb8Y5Xvizw_WAgIt4VwpiAyAAMLDx5OmyzKjXOF6wvZjoMutyJUHY4l1kqbpjcM7KwqTURbD-rKTlaxy5MIljQ/s1600/Screenshot-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFe-0cSXNfRM-R2h29QTJWFX8l3j3yif1GAutxli7fxsHHgCVzGWiJYb8Y5Xvizw_WAgIt4VwpiAyAAMLDx5OmyzKjXOF6wvZjoMutyJUHY4l1kqbpjcM7KwqTURbD-rKTlaxy5MIljQ/s400/Screenshot-3.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPULDmgvHK7uNAbdWt2kjbBjul7jh0tkNwnjtBD0qH87mFPKR1nSu_WyxGlYbmOwklaw7vFIPt-PhbR_ts4Gx0xAF_dWoTjYRDNbESCwcb5NKDHgYFoHYlSTRSncZNiV-TXfEIEBAcVR8/s1600/Screenshot-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPULDmgvHK7uNAbdWt2kjbBjul7jh0tkNwnjtBD0qH87mFPKR1nSu_WyxGlYbmOwklaw7vFIPt-PhbR_ts4Gx0xAF_dWoTjYRDNbESCwcb5NKDHgYFoHYlSTRSncZNiV-TXfEIEBAcVR8/s400/Screenshot-19.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Pregnant! No way, that's amazing!" he exclaimed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Marcus wrapped me up in his arms. Was this a dream or was this just reality? I surely hoped it was the latter.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">A baby <u>and</u> a wedding!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Could life possibly get any better?</span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-87802721142703759232010-11-19T09:22:00.000-08:002010-11-19T09:22:54.448-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 4 - Infatuation<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><em>You're so hypnotising</em></span><br />
<em><span style="color: #741b47;">You've got me laughing while I sing</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #741b47;">You've got me smiling in my dreams</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #741b47;">And I can see this unravelling</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #741b47;">Your love is where I'm falling</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #741b47;">So please don't catch me.</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Marcus and I offically became boyfriend and girlfriend. We were infatuated with each other, had such a foolishly passionate relationship. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">So much so, that after three months, he asked me to move in with him. It didn't take me long to agree.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I loved my childhood home, with all the memories it had, but it was time for me to move on - after all I was offically an adult with the rest of my life ahead of me! I just hoped the rest of my life was spent with Marcus.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">On the day of my move, I packed up all my stuff in some suitcases, and said goodbye to my old home.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I had a tearful goodbye with my mother and father, who both understood why I was moving, and were very happy for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBj18sIF6AaODz4LDinvYivgGaHIJgoCvSpgKTgBh4TdBqztjEn1E6Omav74Qqz44P4_GLFMIb80W_SQwFGjGGOTDe3_je04GLt2HA_y5GO89Up6MRRibAB-A66GapAlhNkQaWm16niaQ/s1600/Screenshot-461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBj18sIF6AaODz4LDinvYivgGaHIJgoCvSpgKTgBh4TdBqztjEn1E6Omav74Qqz44P4_GLFMIb80W_SQwFGjGGOTDe3_je04GLt2HA_y5GO89Up6MRRibAB-A66GapAlhNkQaWm16niaQ/s400/Screenshot-461.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Once I had said goodbye to them, Marcus put my luggage in the taxi and off I went to my - no - <em>our </em>new home. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">On the way there, I was excited but anxious, having never seen the house before. But I trusted Marcus completely, and he didn't let me down this time either! The cab pulled up in front of the most beautiful beach house I had ever seen.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Is this it?" I whispered to Marcus, astonished. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Yes." He whispered back, a smile creeping onto his face, knowing that I was speechless.</span><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFFebPsaM2FN-frvawTg0YuGAATg-zKaz0VOcMhYKL9xvTytSTSRRxdThaox23QoGG8dLU9zjUTIXmTXsSH8D7cGE4IyPJU3u2J5-RQZQddfsKx5qX6IgMa3vtp5J1ab41tr-12P3AEU4/s1600/Screenshot-471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFFebPsaM2FN-frvawTg0YuGAATg-zKaz0VOcMhYKL9xvTytSTSRRxdThaox23QoGG8dLU9zjUTIXmTXsSH8D7cGE4IyPJU3u2J5-RQZQddfsKx5qX6IgMa3vtp5J1ab41tr-12P3AEU4/s400/Screenshot-471.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">How Marcus could afford this house was beyond me.</span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">It was literally a few steps away from the golden sands and sapphire seas of the Simalyn Coast. It had a gorgeous kitchen, bedroom, two bathrooms, high-tech laundry room, games room <u>and </u>a garage! (Even though we didn't have a car yet!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">But the best part was the garden - a swimming pool, sun loungers, BBQ area and - wait for it - <em><u>a hot tub!</u></em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">No guesses where we decided to go first!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Living with Marcus, and only Marcus meant that we always had lots of time for each other. We literally did everything together - we had both got into fitness in a huge way, so having each other helped us progress a lot. Our relationship was at the strongest it had ever been. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I had even taken to wearing his jersey when I went to bed, just because I wanted to.</span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">We still had to sustain this amazing house though, which meant we needed jobs. Marcus had his military job from back in Twinbrook, but I still needed a job! I had realised that art wasn't a sustainable career, so I managed to bag a job in the business career as a "Coffee Courier". </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I basically just went on coffee runs, and ran about everywhere, but the hours were suitable, and the pay good so I shouldn't complain!</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Three years since the day we met, and a year since we moved in together, Marcus decided to take me out for a romantic meal to celebrate our anniversery.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I put a lot of effort into how I dressed, and how I looked - it was a special day after all! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was pleasently surprised though, when I saw Marcus did too! Hewas amazed by me as much as I was amazed by him!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyTlE4Pkbot9MYS0gI9jGlTEfzyNp8Gjd0Wa-CuDRnQR2pRxYgLhkcVkClgnt5EEp3I67UOdxBdRm5TSQC_GqmMH9ziNgG1e3GKCgunHuKRw0SrjxKGf_7GDxdm1PDXC1gSz0Ejy6CZc/s1600/Screenshot-653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyTlE4Pkbot9MYS0gI9jGlTEfzyNp8Gjd0Wa-CuDRnQR2pRxYgLhkcVkClgnt5EEp3I67UOdxBdRm5TSQC_GqmMH9ziNgG1e3GKCgunHuKRw0SrjxKGf_7GDxdm1PDXC1gSz0Ejy6CZc/s400/Screenshot-653.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">We finally arrived at the bistro and we ordered our food - Marcus goopy carbonara and I autumn salad. We drank, we laughed, we talked.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtM4UhPoC28ngWyuMUqD-YiklbgqVf7y7BFdTN_1mkuBMrhgWOYoFYb0-Te9i2_igF_QGOwX8QOEU55EQdtgGMWiPOunHYH8bwoAbLwfJ0l3H4WDYQqaMM2fd9aOzOQ_W2tI94NKuNm-g/s1600/Screenshot-654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtM4UhPoC28ngWyuMUqD-YiklbgqVf7y7BFdTN_1mkuBMrhgWOYoFYb0-Te9i2_igF_QGOwX8QOEU55EQdtgGMWiPOunHYH8bwoAbLwfJ0l3H4WDYQqaMM2fd9aOzOQ_W2tI94NKuNm-g/s400/Screenshot-654.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Then Marcus got up and walked over to me, before getting down on one knee!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Gracie Hope, from the moment I met you on that beautiful starry night, I fell in love with you. I became transfixed by you, amazed by you. You stole my heart, and I'll never get it back. I have never been so happy than when I am with you; I would literally do anything for you. I would take a bullet for you, just because you mean the whole world to me and more, and I hope that you feel the same way. So Gracie, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Just a note that the house featured in this chapter (and the rest of Gen 2 probably!) is by Allure and you can download it</strong> <a href="http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=2752345">here</a>.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>I fell in love with it and I knew I just had to have it! :)</strong></span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-12489924055061299912010-11-07T10:30:00.000-08:002010-11-08T08:25:34.454-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 3 - Growing up<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The year leading up to my 18th birthday was the hardest year of my life. Wanting something but knowing I couldn't have it was very difficult. I didn't have the heart nor guts to go behind my parents' backs and date Marcus, even though I had such intense feelings for him and vice versa. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I got through school, passed my exams with flying colours, and graduated with several As and A*s to my name. Mum and Dad were so proud of me and offered to throw a celebration party for me, but I declined, seeing as my birthday was only a couple of weeks away and I didn't see the point of having two parties.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">My birthday finally arrived though. I had a big day ahead planned. I had a mini-birthday at home, just so Mum and Dad would be there for part of my birthday.</span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Finally! I was 18 years old, free to do what I wanted. I opted for a more grown-up curly hairstyle over my previously long, straight hair.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">To start the celebrations, my girlfriends organised a spa trip for me to get pampered and preened. I particulary liked the hot tub they had at the spa, the bubbles were very relaxing!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">When dusk had fallen, we headed - along with some of our guy friends - to a new club that had opened in town - "The Grind". There was a rockin' dancefloor, an amazing bar and a stage for a band to play on.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I had invited Marcus along, but for some disappointing reason he didn't come. I thought he would have wanted to celebrate my adulthood. But it was my birthday and I wasn't going to let it make me feel blue.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">So I really let my hair down.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I had quite a few drinks at the bar..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">..and danced for hours on end.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I did happen to get a bit tipsy, so much so that I started to dance on the tables! I don't think that the bar manager minded - in fact he found it pretty funny!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I had an amazing time, the best day and night of my life so far. When we rolled out of the club at 3 in the morning, I decided just to go home and get some much needed sleep, knowing I would have a crippling hangover in the morning. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was preparing myself for bed when the doorbell rang.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><em>Who the hell could it be at this time?</em> I thought.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I dashed to get it, as I was the only person in the house (Mum and Dad were out at a friends party), only to see Marcus standing in front of me. I opened my mouth to say something to him, but he placed a finger on my lips and then started kissing me passionately, down my necks, on my lips. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I of course started kissing him back, before I knew it he was carrying me up the stairs, still kissing me while undressing me.</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>I hope I didn't take that last paragraph too far!</strong></span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>I have a very dramatic storyline planned for our Gracie, but I'm in two minds whether to do it or not - it could get quite complicated!</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and I'm already working on the next chapter! :)</strong></span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-39190871576993040582010-10-25T11:48:00.000-07:002010-11-07T10:43:55.118-08:00Gen 2, Chapter 2 - A disappearing act?<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Marcus. He was all I could think about. I know it sounds stupid, but I couldn't get him out of my mind. His gorgeous green eyes, like emeralds, and his soft wavy hair. And his smile! That sexy smile that made me melt every time I thought about him, that made my heart flutter a million times a second.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">There were no words how to describe how I felt. Just like I <em>needed</em> him, like I <em>craved</em> him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Too bad I never saw him again after that precious night at the beach. Months, even a year passed, but he just seemed to vanish into thin air. I longed to just see his face around somewhere, but there was no trace of him. Any hope I had of us getting together went down like a lead balloon. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Nevertheless, life carried on. Mum and Dad both had achieved their LTW's, so they were mega-happy, and I just ate, slept, cheerlead and studied, the latter being the most important as I had the biggest exams coming up, the ones that define your life forever. No pressure then.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7LEWgpQbVuqNRq3nTesMcHl0-ObO8ZvzskeyZ3dUjnNZNbQEe53Q771Klr6rZvkXaEJPNU9qqS9PNZWdluPluFnz_WefbLxoZpcnWnXyZI9F3y2isVGJEjn7HaYewyC8Pn-l6USI8Qs/s1600/Screenshot-666++edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="287" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7LEWgpQbVuqNRq3nTesMcHl0-ObO8ZvzskeyZ3dUjnNZNbQEe53Q771Klr6rZvkXaEJPNU9qqS9PNZWdluPluFnz_WefbLxoZpcnWnXyZI9F3y2isVGJEjn7HaYewyC8Pn-l6USI8Qs/s400/Screenshot-666++edit.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">One day I was just doing some studying when I heard the doorbell ring. I ran to get it and standing before me was my art teacher Miss Wells. (Not Marcus as I would have hoped!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMz8W9o148dejnyv0fR472wW9MmNztZ8CMxtqaa7wv9-ENKQ97tXweHqj0G74yaOhv0qcn2N-8lAkMpHHv68XGSoCn794CqTjQWJyVXOYqgR6s_XLyIKAy-aP-er8VhE2VVG6YLUl40cs/s1600/Screenshot-673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMz8W9o148dejnyv0fR472wW9MmNztZ8CMxtqaa7wv9-ENKQ97tXweHqj0G74yaOhv0qcn2N-8lAkMpHHv68XGSoCn794CqTjQWJyVXOYqgR6s_XLyIKAy-aP-er8VhE2VVG6YLUl40cs/s400/Screenshot-673.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Hello Gracie. Are your mother and father home?" she asked me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Hi Miss. My parents are out in the garden I think. Let me go and get them for you." I ushered Miss to a chair, got Mum and Dad and started to make some tea for us all.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogPbsdXHliu60vFlweLLAdK38HhffYSFpVJDGT3IjHKVYk9vWNnb-VOXUUugr0OmFGSUenD85Y_YFcD2YleDogZKbgx8AICz0UCL-2351zbY9erpPx3McL4i-iEB_gbFubYkoknEER5g/s1600/Screenshot-676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogPbsdXHliu60vFlweLLAdK38HhffYSFpVJDGT3IjHKVYk9vWNnb-VOXUUugr0OmFGSUenD85Y_YFcD2YleDogZKbgx8AICz0UCL-2351zbY9erpPx3McL4i-iEB_gbFubYkoknEER5g/s400/Screenshot-676.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"So what brings you here today Miss Wells?" Mum asked when we were all seated around the table and the tea I made was ready.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Nothing bad I reassure you. Quite the oppisite actually. I'm sure you know by now that Gracie is such a sweet, hardworking pupil, and of course an amazing artist. I have got a great oppurtunity for her. I have arranged for Gracie to have a showing of her artwork at the local gallery. It'll be a proper showcase with refreshments and music and I think it will be a great chance to show everyone what a great talent she is. So what do you say Gracie?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Wow. I was shocked that Miss thought so highly of me, but I was also very pleased and excited. How could I turn down something like that?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Of course I will Miss! I'd love to show my work off!" I replied.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AIszsqeGszD98noiNxTQ2t9dHUgtkQptWFldBx2VbKQ7MJLT_HZ19Xu6oGc9iWHYnvujn3ELIwBsMvHpFsFVJhCLhmQ94ot-Fw0oM2XWpdnxXYeMV5BTuY8JjZSaHPnvLPVFjyxWn-I/s1600/Screenshot-678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AIszsqeGszD98noiNxTQ2t9dHUgtkQptWFldBx2VbKQ7MJLT_HZ19Xu6oGc9iWHYnvujn3ELIwBsMvHpFsFVJhCLhmQ94ot-Fw0oM2XWpdnxXYeMV5BTuY8JjZSaHPnvLPVFjyxWn-I/s400/Screenshot-678.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">So it was set for the following Friday. The art gallery was all mine. I was surprised at how many people had actually arrived. My parents were there of course (they wouldn't have missed it for the world!) and so was Lauren and her mum.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I enjoyed going around talking to people about my work and a few even bought some of my work! Dad enjoyed providing the music and Mum was more than happy to serve the refreshments.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Then, the one person I wanted to walk in did. Marcus. And my God did he look gorgeous! I hid around a corner for a second , just to compose myself and my thoughts. However he already saw me, and came around to surpise me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Gracie, isn't it?" Marcus said, smiling.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"How could you forget me?" I asked flirtily.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He laughed. "Oh trust me, I haven't forgotten about you. I haven't forotten about you once."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZDBIAz8R9iRcQX9xWbb_trHEBZh1ki70_BDWuAFU9yTYH6WuY0ME7dqMfm6UosuzvU8fG1_WkN6LAwt9gUFJACyFfV71ZIpufawmbHgL68WlrP-ZYx3PBfj_UHuTUP_0KeozgR19qsk/s1600/Screenshot-687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZDBIAz8R9iRcQX9xWbb_trHEBZh1ki70_BDWuAFU9yTYH6WuY0ME7dqMfm6UosuzvU8fG1_WkN6LAwt9gUFJACyFfV71ZIpufawmbHgL68WlrP-ZYx3PBfj_UHuTUP_0KeozgR19qsk/s400/Screenshot-687.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I blushed. <em>That must mean he feels the same way about me!</em> I thought. I felt a rush of euphoria throughout my body. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I composed myself again. "And where did you disappear for this past year?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I'm glad you noticed. See the day I met you, I was just visiting this town to see if I wanted to move here. Seeing you instantly made up my mind that I did want to live here. So I had to go back home to Twinbrook to tell my family, sort out my job and buy myself a house here. It had just taken a bit longer than I had expected. But I'm here to stay now, and I guess that's what really matters."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He smiled <em>that</em> smile, you know the one that makes me go weak at the knees? My eyes caught his. It was that moment, where your bodies are so close together the chemistry is frightening, and you both lean in to kiss and time almost stands still.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">But just as we were about to kiss - BAM! Mum appears, telling me that Miss Wells was looking for me. <em>Great timing again Mum.</em> I had to roll my eyes.</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I had to leave Marcus standing there so I could find Miss when Mum grabbed my arm.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Who was that guy? What's his name? How do you know him?" she demanded. Not angrily of course - Mum can't do angry.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Jeez Mum what is this? The Spanish Inquisition?" I said. "Look Marcus is just a friend, I met him a while back."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Mum raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you two nearly kissed?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I blushed again. Mum had got me, unsurprisingly. She doesn't miss a thing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"What am I not allowed to kiss people now?!" I exclaimed, annoyance building up in my body like a volcano.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0CTSrfc-QW-m1KozQt7YHfSIjGzfol-rIZMCGgpFiFq-_C__VKKFZjDNvmAYcChyo13tAbta5xqKrHZUjtaE8ECZxn_JJOmcMgqrq99GMhJjgmnqaD0peJPGJOWpB4YvQYBIsfEmQts/s1600/Screenshot-689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0CTSrfc-QW-m1KozQt7YHfSIjGzfol-rIZMCGgpFiFq-_C__VKKFZjDNvmAYcChyo13tAbta5xqKrHZUjtaE8ECZxn_JJOmcMgqrq99GMhJjgmnqaD0peJPGJOWpB4YvQYBIsfEmQts/s400/Screenshot-689.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"No. It's just that he is a little too old for you, don't you think?" Mum's voice stayed calm, which infuriated me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"He only turned 18 a few months ago. And I'm nearly 17 Mum, really."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Well I don't care. When <em>you're</em> 18 you can go out with him. He seems like a nice guy, but I still don't trust you dating guys much older than yourself. Who knows what he can influence you to do? So that's final." Mum said, firmly.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"But Mum-"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"-No Gracie. I'm not hearing it. I'd be more than happy for you to go out with him when you're 18, no younger. But for now, no." And she just walked off.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I very rarely get angry, but that moment just then I was fuming mad. I know she was just doing her best for me, but she didn't know how much I loved Marcus. If she did, she would have never banned me from him. After all, Mum was the original 'Hopelessly in love' girl.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Why one rule for her and another for me?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">That whole experience just left me willing for the day I'd turn into a young adult.</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless :)</span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-32785117856066341652010-10-18T10:58:00.000-07:002010-10-19T11:18:58.450-07:00Gen 2, Chapter 1 - The first day of many<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Everyone knows that the first day of high school is important. It's the day when you get labelled a 'nerd' or a 'jock' or a 'goth.' So no-one was as nervous as me on that first day. I felt like a little fish entering a big, big world.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Both Julia and Yvette were going to a different school as me, so I felt really nervous about not knowing anyone.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSLZo-kXUsZqRpvp23w2liKqTR81GcAwW4iOHC4So5Mmo3_awea1b573DsN9eJNJfLmJ-E7EblVssFSczyDLmYO9KLI_ZMG3Yg2izScVUsUwCWNgkHdVpOwG5eXhB1tOEpOHVkjbfQ-E/s1600/Screenshot-653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSLZo-kXUsZqRpvp23w2liKqTR81GcAwW4iOHC4So5Mmo3_awea1b573DsN9eJNJfLmJ-E7EblVssFSczyDLmYO9KLI_ZMG3Yg2izScVUsUwCWNgkHdVpOwG5eXhB1tOEpOHVkjbfQ-E/s400/Screenshot-653.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Mum just said that I would make friends in no time, that she didn't give me a name that meant "natural charm" for no reason. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And she was right (as always!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">High school was nowhere as cliquey as I imagined. I talked to anyone and everyone. At lunch I sat on a table with at least 10 people, and everyone was just so friendly. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">One of those people was Lauren. She fast become my best friend. I could talk to her for hours and hours about nothing in particular, or crack private jokes that no-one else got. </span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">One day, me and Lauren were just talking over the phone when she asked me if we should try out for the upcoming cheerleading 'auditions'. I agreed, thinking that it would be a laugh, not seriously thinking that we would get through!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">But we did get through! Me and Lauren became cheerleaders!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">It was pretty cool to be honest, and we got kitted out in these cute cheerleading dresses.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">But we had practice every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, which meant the rest of my time was spent studying, studying, studying!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwugH_jbMT8wd1CNwcc96b179ouXkCHldAqA5OXsImCo3W7W-wiwEgDFPtSLublmoEiSx9N2LarZq_VB1gga6A9YxSC99ahdE9zHxpF92j_U4APAva7IUHboUfRtTkKyibZRiP2usDYC8/s1600/Screenshot-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwugH_jbMT8wd1CNwcc96b179ouXkCHldAqA5OXsImCo3W7W-wiwEgDFPtSLublmoEiSx9N2LarZq_VB1gga6A9YxSC99ahdE9zHxpF92j_U4APAva7IUHboUfRtTkKyibZRiP2usDYC8/s400/Screenshot-18.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDCrI8ULDjDD-21D2uTBVC4puBauloRKmkRebTe6NGPw82UDmvIQ6FpyekKPYhUoJAvaDR7QGX-oLIL5hYQGNiebelBGPsVDY_Tlor_DrGnPgffe5M5feZZZwthvBKi4rVkPFwBiEEFo/s1600/Screenshot-654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDCrI8ULDjDD-21D2uTBVC4puBauloRKmkRebTe6NGPw82UDmvIQ6FpyekKPYhUoJAvaDR7QGX-oLIL5hYQGNiebelBGPsVDY_Tlor_DrGnPgffe5M5feZZZwthvBKi4rVkPFwBiEEFo/s400/Screenshot-654.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And speaking of the academic side of school, I was doing pretty well in all my lessons. Not as well as Mum of course - after all she is a genius! - but well enough.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Except in Art.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">In Art I was getting A*s!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">My teacher Miss Wells said that I was her star pupil.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Dad said that he wasn't surprised at all!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I suppose I wasn't surprised either - art just seems to be something I'm naturally good at.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhllGfuPNL9jEVfzmBJ_y05Ew20gKfCNqEvKnldtqFtNnOxfFlv8vprcUHRLFQVQ2uPqifOUtJ3BDtUa0BIA7PN5bjeYAiJBQX4J3rkplSaeLZ8crB10Tuo36NaXuno8hGO9Og-_8MJEYc/s1600/Screenshot-670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhllGfuPNL9jEVfzmBJ_y05Ew20gKfCNqEvKnldtqFtNnOxfFlv8vprcUHRLFQVQ2uPqifOUtJ3BDtUa0BIA7PN5bjeYAiJBQX4J3rkplSaeLZ8crB10Tuo36NaXuno8hGO9Og-_8MJEYc/s400/Screenshot-670.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And on the boy front?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Nothing. Nada. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">(I thought that would be appropriate, since Dad is trying to teach me Spanish.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was too busy for a boyfriend anyway, what with my cheerleading duties and my school duties.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">However, on one of those rare evenings off, I decided to going for a jog around town, being a Lover of the Outdoors and all.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I ended up finishing my jog at the beach, and was going to head home as dusk had fallen, when I saw this guy just laying there in one of the sun loungers, staring at the stars.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was just intrigued by him and I decided to go over to him. The reason why I don't know, but I felt compelled to go over there, like there was some sort of... attraction?!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZyZz0Uqw_MA7G-0ifq0q6qGiaDrujHUpNsZx-CwoW0GG2huwq0wm2ypLYd2XZvKfg5X4PQ-NcQwsaLKq0pu_ZMWP8ZkiKd-yWMYcDaUtfGrzQ73ZHA7vHDI6q5u6iompTqb8Qvbqgls/s1600/Screenshot-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZyZz0Uqw_MA7G-0ifq0q6qGiaDrujHUpNsZx-CwoW0GG2huwq0wm2ypLYd2XZvKfg5X4PQ-NcQwsaLKq0pu_ZMWP8ZkiKd-yWMYcDaUtfGrzQ73ZHA7vHDI6q5u6iompTqb8Qvbqgls/s400/Screenshot-22.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I laid down on the sun lounger next to him. I just laid there for a minute, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Then I turned my head to him.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I love looking at the stars too. ...This may sound a bit stupid, but they're just sort of magical. I could really spend all day looking at them."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2c80x04TeKv_hTUZn6ImL4legO1IAueCZzw9fnjxIL2_0jDluFCsz0_zkT_mVci3Qj_vNYpHCJqlp7R7_o5JRPTF4HqsEj8e1SrbR6QbCvOZHoZmF9mfEN-Pc6XAoYgTzLkrrj1yXds4/s1600/Screenshot-24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2c80x04TeKv_hTUZn6ImL4legO1IAueCZzw9fnjxIL2_0jDluFCsz0_zkT_mVci3Qj_vNYpHCJqlp7R7_o5JRPTF4HqsEj8e1SrbR6QbCvOZHoZmF9mfEN-Pc6XAoYgTzLkrrj1yXds4/s400/Screenshot-24.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He stayed silent for a moment or two and then he turned his head to me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He had the most beautiful green eyes, just a shade lighter than mine, and these long, curling eyelashes that framed them. And his hair! His hair looked soft and wavy and I felt a sudden urge just to run my fingers through it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I felt this all within a second of him looking at me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"No, it doesn't sound stupid at all." He replied, in a husky, seductive voice.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I feel the same way. My grandfather was an astrologer and he used to take me up to his lab and show me all the stars in his fancy telescope. And I thought that one day, just one day, they would wave to me or smile at me. I was only 7 then." He laughed, reminising.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I've loved stars ever since." He paused. "My grandfather died a couple of years ago though."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He fell quiet.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9xDVrFLilsgPePONosjJobLM_mUYajr4eXV6B6mzFul3EnCm-YTVplcUOoO-g_JBZPtwQismDRNRRkzBMuIUyiGNe8qo2ayrfv4JxQ5-BBsXm6G9HYv3CXON3cl7YT2seCY1rJEZETs/s1600/Screenshot-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9xDVrFLilsgPePONosjJobLM_mUYajr4eXV6B6mzFul3EnCm-YTVplcUOoO-g_JBZPtwQismDRNRRkzBMuIUyiGNe8qo2ayrfv4JxQ5-BBsXm6G9HYv3CXON3cl7YT2seCY1rJEZETs/s400/Screenshot-28.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Oh, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"You have no need to be sorry." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Then a small, sexy half-smile formed on his lips.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Oh God.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I've fallen.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I've fallen for him <em>hard.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">A ring came from my mobile phone, shattering that amazing, wonderful moment.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">It was Mum. "You need to get home! Curfew's in ten minutes!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><em>Crap.</em> I thought. <em>That's not good. And what bad timing too.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I got up. "I'm sorry, I've got to go." I said to the guy. I grabbed my stuff and started to walked towards the road, ready to hail a taxi.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Wait! You don't even know my name!" He called out to me. "My name's Marcus. Marcus Andre."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I stopped in my tracks.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><em>Marcus. </em>The word tingled on my lips.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was going to carry on walking when he called out again. "But I don't even know your name!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I turned around. "I'm Gracie. Gracie Hope." I said flirtily and then I carried on walking.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And I knew that he was still staring at me as I walked away.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Thank you guys for still reading and commenting! It truly means the world to me! x</span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-60624319346732363582010-10-09T07:58:00.000-07:002010-10-09T07:58:34.930-07:00Gen 1, Chapter 10 - Time flies by<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Time flies by, it really does. A couple of years had passed, and ineviatably we all got that litttle bit older. So much so, that it was soon Gracie's birthday!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I really wanted to throw a party for her - after all, she was growing up, and we had to celebrate it!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I got on the phone to invite everyone. It was organised for this Sunday afternoon.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoJviKyMX4wTCB7dJao846y3URjiz9sSxY7bG6iX_4eed-jOSIvkrhv9iDetlSZJe9PynjtfU7ZZYNdOY3sKBZ7A9bsuz1XG_3ZU_pVHphjaKsBhyMNHViErNmUkN7wysCzkPyfI-KP4/s1600/Screenshot-624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoJviKyMX4wTCB7dJao846y3URjiz9sSxY7bG6iX_4eed-jOSIvkrhv9iDetlSZJe9PynjtfU7ZZYNdOY3sKBZ7A9bsuz1XG_3ZU_pVHphjaKsBhyMNHViErNmUkN7wysCzkPyfI-KP4/s400/Screenshot-624.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I also set up a buffet and bar on our patio, with music, balloons and birthday cake!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighuBmSLFzULe4ko_B7izYn34LJRJM13a8c8bO8NebfZ751GicrRjHz0BihVA0I5SAwGdzlhI1HmkZjjiqHdgfBqKfhqLkm5ZxZzGtZWD317lYpT_sf7fVycchTEfzjx-8wJZt99Llgac/s1600/Screenshot-626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighuBmSLFzULe4ko_B7izYn34LJRJM13a8c8bO8NebfZ751GicrRjHz0BihVA0I5SAwGdzlhI1HmkZjjiqHdgfBqKfhqLkm5ZxZzGtZWD317lYpT_sf7fVycchTEfzjx-8wJZt99Llgac/s400/Screenshot-626.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">All the guests started to arrive. I'd invited Morgana and Geoferry of course, and I also invited my new friend Tamara Donner. Romeo had brought along his bandmates, and I invited Gracie's friends Yvette and Julia.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Everyone was having a fabulous time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">We also surprised her by doing up her bedroom. It's a lot more grown up now, and Gracie loves it!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2IYg4vAgEsvB-ymeLO-v-dSKhHyVGS5ksG87pbwtmGnbVFUGugZrR-c6p85fVoQzlQX8Rqnk8OH5LmzOlF9Dc_-76wG8hOxMUWv8kH1EQvMcPirnFiKwxE75zb_OBi_zIZJg1siyK-Y/s1600/Screenshot-636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2IYg4vAgEsvB-ymeLO-v-dSKhHyVGS5ksG87pbwtmGnbVFUGugZrR-c6p85fVoQzlQX8Rqnk8OH5LmzOlF9Dc_-76wG8hOxMUWv8kH1EQvMcPirnFiKwxE75zb_OBi_zIZJg1siyK-Y/s400/Screenshot-636.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Thank you Mum!" she hugged me. "I loved the party, the presents and now my room!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"You're welcome sweetheart." I hugged her tightly back.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">You know I am so pleased with my little family. I don't need any more kids to make me happy. I have an amazing husband and an amazing daughter, and I wouldn't have it any other way.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-72884614598988043292010-10-02T11:07:00.000-07:002010-10-02T11:07:32.027-07:00Gen 1, Chapter 9 - Missing you.<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">It had been a couple of weeks since Romeo left for his whirlwind tour, and it was a very difficult time for me. I never realised how much I rely on him, how big a part of my life he is.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was missing him. Missing him badly.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I hated having an empty space next to me when I slept..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQyvh9Fe5x7NA2q4SsvtkbbjDjP6Yq17Cj5ldOGuhJd01B6XFEH4kJrF3JIIWqAKbv6dEdS25ZJxwfa2ABxbMB_3rcs2LbmeWElu86HWMxd3EPMeug0aHZqG0qk0_RQ5CwzFgc-trByC0/s1600/Screenshot-504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQyvh9Fe5x7NA2q4SsvtkbbjDjP6Yq17Cj5ldOGuhJd01B6XFEH4kJrF3JIIWqAKbv6dEdS25ZJxwfa2ABxbMB_3rcs2LbmeWElu86HWMxd3EPMeug0aHZqG0qk0_RQ5CwzFgc-trByC0/s400/Screenshot-504.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">and I hated having to cook (for fear that I was going to poison me and Gracie - are you surprised that Romeo is the cook of the house?!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4sOZsI5AS2u6F77BYW3_Ng1vELiWSiqhyphenhypheneGOBZ3m3vllYeZbgheQ3An6efZHEgbZ4OY6nj7s1Pv_h-1uwShPS2OQTEpBnzgtMYK3Y2XMCHpxMOTlPGBcY15E98lHwSoj2zHuH9HrDI7Y/s1600/Screenshot-505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4sOZsI5AS2u6F77BYW3_Ng1vELiWSiqhyphenhypheneGOBZ3m3vllYeZbgheQ3An6efZHEgbZ4OY6nj7s1Pv_h-1uwShPS2OQTEpBnzgtMYK3Y2XMCHpxMOTlPGBcY15E98lHwSoj2zHuH9HrDI7Y/s400/Screenshot-505.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I've been emailing Romeo though and he's been sending me snaps from all over the world. Him in front of the Eiffel Tower, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Taj Mahal! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And pictures of him and his family - I'm very happy that he's got to see them after all this time.</span></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 href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcyuye0GJxq2uoctw56ZurCmGAhyphenhyphenS4ee-XqJBRz93-nuvy1TXEbPNlAkj6HBWEP7D98Z1f7eKvp0l-i_DGd-TVuEJtX4luJxw5rS3WBBBbonXbK7F_DcTr2eIboq7744IaIalVSg4oVY/s1600/Screenshot-506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcyuye0GJxq2uoctw56ZurCmGAhyphenhyphenS4ee-XqJBRz93-nuvy1TXEbPNlAkj6HBWEP7D98Z1f7eKvp0l-i_DGd-TVuEJtX4luJxw5rS3WBBBbonXbK7F_DcTr2eIboq7744IaIalVSg4oVY/s400/Screenshot-506.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">She had been making lots of friends at school! More specifically Julia Landagrabb, who's become her best friend. Gracie got invited to her house, and she was really excited. I would be too though, if I got to go to the Landagrabb's huge mansion!</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">As well as making lots of friends, Gracie got on to the honour roll! She ran straight home one day exclaiming "I got on the honour roll! I'm on the honour roll!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Bless her heart. I'm very proud of her, I just wish Romeo was here to see it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">As I hugged her one day, she whispered in my ear "Don't worry Daddy will be back soon."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was amazed. I have a truly wondeful daughter.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">On an different note, I've now been promoted to a Neurosurgeon! It's a lot of responsibility, but my boss Jaime said that she wouldn't have promoted me if she wasn't sure I could handle it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">So now I'm nearly there. I'm nearly a world-renowned surgeon, which has always been my biggest goal.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTOJOCCuvSuECbAoREz2YjrlaE9rCywNbDplYLlMhtES_FYlV7NJOwvdquHdIdHFQimqNYSZgW02GJKvj2hxF6W7Dno1PiuOW6vpOQKplEiij1vwQSEwUY9PJ7S4VD2xTr5Xm1e_FTg8/s1600/Screenshot-508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTOJOCCuvSuECbAoREz2YjrlaE9rCywNbDplYLlMhtES_FYlV7NJOwvdquHdIdHFQimqNYSZgW02GJKvj2hxF6W7Dno1PiuOW6vpOQKplEiij1vwQSEwUY9PJ7S4VD2xTr5Xm1e_FTg8/s400/Screenshot-508.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Months had passed, the same old routine, emersing myself in my work then coming home and looking after Gracie.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">When one day, the door rang. I wasn't particulary bothered, I just thought it would be the pizzaman, or someone unimportant. </span><span style="color: #741b47;">So imagine my delight when I saw Romeo standing in front of me!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17njEFF7xnugHk1fUtjZZPDT-0EXEffUdL62G1MCUttXryHxVXgDda_canIWg8mdOwoRy0ilz-Zqj6UR4EDlt49opVA7TRhrkeknVt9BM3QbBOZhYu73t38SevcWPTabxezvZKjFl7Ek/s1600/Screenshot-610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17njEFF7xnugHk1fUtjZZPDT-0EXEffUdL62G1MCUttXryHxVXgDda_canIWg8mdOwoRy0ilz-Zqj6UR4EDlt49opVA7TRhrkeknVt9BM3QbBOZhYu73t38SevcWPTabxezvZKjFl7Ek/s400/Screenshot-610.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"ROMEO!" I lept into his arms.</span></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 href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tJOCP7E6ZK9HnYAacMHQ8wrxQqW_NcGQ3Gb-snxmgLJtP05uGwcESspfneonjxDv4ay5xWL450QH8BpRQK_0GEvFC1E9F5X988g6Q5MRp2PZ6cByIQHbZyZHRYy8mm-fBjLQBg6DE08/s1600/Screenshot-613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tJOCP7E6ZK9HnYAacMHQ8wrxQqW_NcGQ3Gb-snxmgLJtP05uGwcESspfneonjxDv4ay5xWL450QH8BpRQK_0GEvFC1E9F5X988g6Q5MRp2PZ6cByIQHbZyZHRYy8mm-fBjLQBg6DE08/s400/Screenshot-613.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Gracie!" I called out. "Daddy's home!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Daddy!" She flew down the stairs and wrapped herself in Romeo's arms.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">It was one of the sweetest things I have ever seen.</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">After a long catch up, I just fell into his arms. There are no words to describe that moment. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was just glad to have him back.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-42206579760642028462010-09-25T11:23:00.000-07:002010-09-25T11:26:19.640-07:00Gen 1, Chapter 8 - Follow your heart<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">It was Gracie's birthday today - she was going to age up into a child! We didn't throw a party for her, but we still got her a birthday cake as she has <u>such</u> a sweet tooth!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I was a little sad to see her grow up as now she would have to start going to school, but I reassured myself that she wouldn't be leaving me for quite a while yet.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUQaOYzrcT_7trOmkzPlpaPKxKxAe6KIpQsj-Se93cD9x-o-6wG-yWofq-oeko6jsmpXG9gtACQTcmi5_lf_pWqTHb1xeCvCV49DsZRq44vSKrRWJS4zUxvm3NEHuOVNFwhkUo4SuYt4/s1600/Screenshot-523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUQaOYzrcT_7trOmkzPlpaPKxKxAe6KIpQsj-Se93cD9x-o-6wG-yWofq-oeko6jsmpXG9gtACQTcmi5_lf_pWqTHb1xeCvCV49DsZRq44vSKrRWJS4zUxvm3NEHuOVNFwhkUo4SuYt4/s400/Screenshot-523.jpg" width="400" /></a></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">She turned to be such a gorgeous little lady. She still looked exactly like her father, which wasn't a bad thing of course. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Gracie had such a infectous bubbly personality. Her smile lit up the room, and she put grins on the faces of everyone she spoke to.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Despite this, she was still a little apprehensive to go to school on her first day. But she settled in very well, and even brought her new friend Yvette Kennedy (daughter of Erin Kennedy) home with her.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Gracie asked to me to help her with her homework, and seeing as Romeo was the 'creative' side of the family and I was the 'smart' side, I was more than happy to help.</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Speaking of Romeo, </span><span style="color: #741b47;">life really couldn't get any better. Me and Romeo were still very much in 'honeymoon' phase of our marriage, even though we didn't go on a honeymoon, due to Gracie and </span><span style="color: #741b47;">how terrible expensive holidays are abroad.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I didn't care a bit though. Just sitting there and spending time with him was enough for me.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Little did I know that something was going to seperate us big time..</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">One day, Romeo got a phone call. I just was sitting nearby, just flipping through a magazine and I became intrigued on what the phone call was about.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju19Cp2JHa_QwgInu8IU_Qwi9ZtJLjYFP2qSfXutxMT5tx9Eiaw7FoIwKyGM8kSl0Exi3VNpaTnuGdCSzOdDGQGgy01ErN9ZVEeqP-V1NbFTOANTSTLYVODGmQIBleTfnlfXdNcxlL5BU/s1600/Screenshot-582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju19Cp2JHa_QwgInu8IU_Qwi9ZtJLjYFP2qSfXutxMT5tx9Eiaw7FoIwKyGM8kSl0Exi3VNpaTnuGdCSzOdDGQGgy01ErN9ZVEeqP-V1NbFTOANTSTLYVODGmQIBleTfnlfXdNcxlL5BU/s400/Screenshot-582.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Romeo came over to me. "Violet babe, I got something to tell you."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">The way he said it made me just a little bit nervous. "What's the matter?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Well.. that was my band's manager. He just told me that he's set up a year worldwide tour for us!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVvwffobBFib_8fnlLD24aA-Nhyphenhyphen4fMrYECa5O3dENFDYT2RNu5ijlms9FtxlByxB6DGQgbyFHWu-l84DPkL24wjJ6So7ZJ89q7RbA5M1P3eY7oEkrk-bmbxNHeA3FA54WNhSla7L2YE8/s1600/Screenshot-587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVvwffobBFib_8fnlLD24aA-Nhyphenhyphen4fMrYECa5O3dENFDYT2RNu5ijlms9FtxlByxB6DGQgbyFHWu-l84DPkL24wjJ6So7ZJ89q7RbA5M1P3eY7oEkrk-bmbxNHeA3FA54WNhSla7L2YE8/s400/Screenshot-587.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"WHAT?! Oh my God Romeo!</span>" <span style="color: #741b47;">I screamed.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWyy5vmVhVB0LkHHohDOIoyYoocEZmztR911o_8KcDMgWIzDlQf_VTFU_LHEPKkRyR2mBDwrIDWIbWaZLXezufWS7oD_QSme1z0J3T1LQe02H3WwnAzpXziheNfu8RXulakxrJRZEsec/s1600/Screenshot-588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWyy5vmVhVB0LkHHohDOIoyYoocEZmztR911o_8KcDMgWIzDlQf_VTFU_LHEPKkRyR2mBDwrIDWIbWaZLXezufWS7oD_QSme1z0J3T1LQe02H3WwnAzpXziheNfu8RXulakxrJRZEsec/s400/Screenshot-588.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Yeah, I know it's amazing right?! We'll be touring over the world! From Asia to Austrailia, Africa to Europe and everywhere else between!" Romeo exclaimed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"For a year?" The intical excitement I had felt was slowly subsiding as realisation set in.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">Romeo nodded. "Yeah a year.." he voice trailed off. "That's the only bad thing about it."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"So what did you say to your manager?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I just told him that I had to think about it. I mean, it's a lot to take in."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I nodded. That was exactly how I felt.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I really don't want to leave you and Gracie. Especially for a <em>year</em>. But it's such a great oppotunity. We'll be stopping at Spain too, so I can see all my family. I haven't seen them since I left to come here 6 years ago. They haven't seen our daughter, or seen our wedding pictures. It would be amazing if I could see them again." He sigh</span><span style="color: #741b47;">ed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"My heart's telling me to go, but my head is telling to stay." </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I took his hands. "Listen babe, if there is one piece of advice I could give you, it would be to follow your heart. I had just that when I left Riverview, and it was the best thing I ever did. Look at me now!" </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">I half-smiled, looking back on the memories. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #741b47;">"So go. I can manage. Gracie can manage. Sure, we'll miss you like hell, but you should follow your dreams." My heart ached as I said it.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Romeo took hold of my shoulders. "Are you sure?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I nodded. "I'm sure."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He pulled me into a hug. "I don't know what I'm gonna do without you, Violet."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Me neither."</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He phoned his manager, and just weeks later of packing, it was time for Romeo to leave. The tour bus was there, waiting for him. We went outside for our final goodbye.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He wrapped me into an embrace. "I love you, you know that don't you? You won't be outta my mind while I'm away."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I know that. I love you too."</span></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;"><span style="color: #741b47;">We had a final kiss, a long bittersweet kiss. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I willed myself not to cry, not here, not now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-59290162361888718372010-09-14T11:51:00.000-07:002010-09-16T12:33:29.455-07:00Gen 1, Chapter 7 - "You now may kiss the bride."<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I opened my eyes. It took</span> <span style="color: #741b47;">me about a minute to realise what day it was. The biggest day of my life.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Gracie was already awake, quietly gurgling and giggling in her crib. She seemed contented enough in her crib, so I decided to make my favourite food to help settle my nerves.</span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">We went to get into the car that Romeo had arranged for us (I'm no good at car stuff!), and I literally laughed out loud when I saw it. The "car" turned out to be his band's coach. I loved it though, it was so thoughtful. I wouldn't have minded going in a taxi if I had my choice!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">After a lifetime it seemed, we arrived at the pretty little chapel. Luckily for us it was a bright, sunny morning. At this point my heart was racing 200 beats a minute. I knew that if I saw Romeo standing there, all my nerves would vanish instantly.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnQXRyIp-0CD-DiGbu6Wr_645jtC2XOqT-ab80SvF9oyPBuR7GP5bmlWyM3mG8YhzK1rFLzZfeLWxbpvn8Qt82H2HOToEjE9HbV0JMw_dtLm5Es3H5EZjqz4ZQgeq8_R3Oba_kTl-u7w/s1600/Screenshot-445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnQXRyIp-0CD-DiGbu6Wr_645jtC2XOqT-ab80SvF9oyPBuR7GP5bmlWyM3mG8YhzK1rFLzZfeLWxbpvn8Qt82H2HOToEjE9HbV0JMw_dtLm5Es3H5EZjqz4ZQgeq8_R3Oba_kTl-u7w/s400/Screenshot-445.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Before we exchange the rings, I have something to say. I have to let you know this." Romeo said.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I promise to stay by your side, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">in sickness and in health, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">in joy and in sorrow, as well as </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">through the good times and the bad. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I promise to love you without reservation, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">comfort you in times of distress, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">encourage you to achieve all of your goals, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">laugh with you and cry with you, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">grow with you in mind and spirit, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">always be open and honest with you, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">and cherish you for as long as we both shall live.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">You know that, don't you?"</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">It was beautiful. And that was when I burst into tears.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">A couple of minutes later, and half a dozens tissues later, we were on to exchanging the rings.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">"Do you, Romeo Garcias take Violet Hope for your lawful wife?"</span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I Romeo Garcias, take you Violet Hope for my lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I do." </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><em>"And do</em> y<em>ou Violet Hope take Romeo Garcias for your lawful husband?"</em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"I Violet Hope, take you Romeo Garcias for my lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I do."</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">"You may now kiss the bride."</span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">And he pulled me in for a kiss. The first kiss of a long, happy marriage.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Now it was time to celebrate! The guests started to arrive. I of course invited Morgana and Geoffrey (who brought his little granddaughter Julia - sure to be a great friend for Gracie when she grows up!). Romeo invited his friends Stiles, Zelda and Agnes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Everyone was having a pretty good time. We had a nice buffet, and lots of dancing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Gracie was having a good time too, and was looking gorgeous in her bridesmaid dress.</span><br />
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</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Thanks for still reading, and hope you enjoyed the wedding! :)</strong></span></div></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146980066958180759.post-17842536571835038942010-09-05T10:27:00.000-07:002010-09-05T10:27:12.994-07:00Gen 1, Chapter 6 - Busy, busy, busy..<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">It had been</span><span style="color: #741b47;"> a very busy couple of months in the Hope household. I'll start at the beginning, where I left off; my gorgeous baby girl had her first birthday! We didn't throw a party for her, we just had a nice quiet affair in our house. And she turned out to be such a cutie!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNR1O0gE6OBVpzCsn4FbYsuq6I1Pis6W9WQAm_JxshDndIZRIZRH_3BbHfIjNvbw6jEI-aumtfPm0Sg9T1i8nZn9voFssBqQ1AZJqG-FVJFpjb9g3OLyX3hjNJMAKvv6iRCjrEYvbBwY/s1600/Screenshot-386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNR1O0gE6OBVpzCsn4FbYsuq6I1Pis6W9WQAm_JxshDndIZRIZRH_3BbHfIjNvbw6jEI-aumtfPm0Sg9T1i8nZn9voFssBqQ1AZJqG-FVJFpjb9g3OLyX3hjNJMAKvv6iRCjrEYvbBwY/s400/Screenshot-386.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">We looked just like her father! She had his golden brown hair and his green eyes, and his tanned skin. She's literally her father in a female form; a carbon copy of him. She's so gorgeous though.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPe9v0eDuIhksWQHU3zMHL7RbFh8neDEdClrnhi0JXV8tmcZk_aAz703mWW5WnBAVVuMjC9t9noNsh5tKImxvsur63ZiXxI0PPJnBynSXCbHHz1pHJ4RDqEH0olypG4Ezz2tVLWpAn2Y/s1600/Screenshot-389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPe9v0eDuIhksWQHU3zMHL7RbFh8neDEdClrnhi0JXV8tmcZk_aAz703mWW5WnBAVVuMjC9t9noNsh5tKImxvsur63ZiXxI0PPJnBynSXCbHHz1pHJ4RDqEH0olypG4Ezz2tVLWpAn2Y/s400/Screenshot-389.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">See the resemablance? </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWBA9QPLbkux2MiCn7AnTX6BPY_-CH5qO9DEnHsAByLNjPliIfOydwi2m4ibVJT9TtrFHdJziLPLPgVKZSaWtpOPHfTOpE3xDYPg5Do_j9kpaY9xoSwhvYN0wJJdEgQoVBmQoLdlcmfU/s1600/Screenshot-398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWBA9QPLbkux2MiCn7AnTX6BPY_-CH5qO9DEnHsAByLNjPliIfOydwi2m4ibVJT9TtrFHdJziLPLPgVKZSaWtpOPHfTOpE3xDYPg5Do_j9kpaY9xoSwhvYN0wJJdEgQoVBmQoLdlcmfU/s400/Screenshot-398.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Since it was my last day of maternity leave and Romeo had a day off work, we decided to go to this lovely little family park. There was chessboards, barbeques, a fish pond and even a playground for kids. Gracie was happy enough playing with the toddler toys though.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilb1ajb1B7U1r0U1i7CGw63cm_puPH_G_eOTa1UetMLoFrFtE5jSAo14l11Dk4-pFWFi60vMpNtRHfTLOPj-deQ75qqPtjER_y6wSyeCwhKA_-ILABeikvnfwIMR-t25zIH945edNN9Hk/s1600/Screenshot-403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilb1ajb1B7U1r0U1i7CGw63cm_puPH_G_eOTa1UetMLoFrFtE5jSAo14l11Dk4-pFWFi60vMpNtRHfTLOPj-deQ75qqPtjER_y6wSyeCwhKA_-ILABeikvnfwIMR-t25zIH945edNN9Hk/s400/Screenshot-403.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">She also took her first steps with her father while we were there! It was such a milestone.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">She also starting to say her first words - "Dada" and "Mama". I'm a very proud parent!</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1NbsI9S0nsf6sO2zIv2w9i7Vm-s7ypdfNi0MMkAWuchIaWW2sOBvpKkiWVPIb1Zes40eAylrLxMtflVPlK4CHYunAdXrnYgryGywL59y3nKiGTTxzuqvV7zAsNJ2CHS-C1nU767b_rM/s1600/Screenshot-402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1NbsI9S0nsf6sO2zIv2w9i7Vm-s7ypdfNi0MMkAWuchIaWW2sOBvpKkiWVPIb1Zes40eAylrLxMtflVPlK4CHYunAdXrnYgryGywL59y3nKiGTTxzuqvV7zAsNJ2CHS-C1nU767b_rM/s400/Screenshot-402.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Gracie is such a daddy's girl. She loves nothing more than to snuggle on to him, or for him to tickle her until she shrieks.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAfloP3HY2z7azLXWBeL-c22CQGjvwThSKJa3-1L99x-eEMLEE5XtcTirGZVgQSbBn1VUw8OSnUSJVUOTZiPlVp5cJIEjNgTdQcjjXPmNYRD5cQw6N1gA5B9w9XCc2q0xDoWjTHNXRXM/s1600/Screenshot-399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAfloP3HY2z7azLXWBeL-c22CQGjvwThSKJa3-1L99x-eEMLEE5XtcTirGZVgQSbBn1VUw8OSnUSJVUOTZiPlVp5cJIEjNgTdQcjjXPmNYRD5cQw6N1gA5B9w9XCc2q0xDoWjTHNXRXM/s400/Screenshot-399.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The next day I had to go to work, but luckily Romeo had still had another day of work to look after her.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I have news for you guys.. I got promoted to a doctor! Finally, after all this hard work, and all my dreaming, I've acheived my biggest goal. However, the hours are very difficult and they involve me getting home at 3am! Still, I'm estatic that I'm a doctor.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzy79eUQAtvKli7CcSextzlhv8qpxPIpIEB342AAXdfhyg5gAqJ-DcXGpuYnAkc_HxjIe3JP4zja0T8MCWxpqGAa52wHfi3vM4eC0-lC41WsisTFMn_XaqQQPhcEdjjatkz9Zpk3gSm0/s1600/Screenshot-320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzy79eUQAtvKli7CcSextzlhv8qpxPIpIEB342AAXdfhyg5gAqJ-DcXGpuYnAkc_HxjIe3JP4zja0T8MCWxpqGAa52wHfi3vM4eC0-lC41WsisTFMn_XaqQQPhcEdjjatkz9Zpk3gSm0/s400/Screenshot-320.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">When I finally got home on my first day as a 'trauma surgeon', the house was sparkling clean, and Gracie as sound asleep like an angel thanks to my lovely fiance. I wanted to kiss him, to thank him, but he too was asleep. Oh well, what could I expect, it was 3 in the morning!</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65D0W_i6Gsey5zvdDgHoBebJnLT30Iq4roS9esNJ1Z0VjU7ApR3Rw7syaGS29ri8ZhG7qWeo1c3i6TdDsljHTL48_XUDd5o2OiINkoKDwcBYEaIl-yP-vw1eYzv8Zj0GvixIuJMNdqI4/s1600/Screenshot-397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65D0W_i6Gsey5zvdDgHoBebJnLT30Iq4roS9esNJ1Z0VjU7ApR3Rw7syaGS29ri8ZhG7qWeo1c3i6TdDsljHTL48_XUDd5o2OiINkoKDwcBYEaIl-yP-vw1eYzv8Zj0GvixIuJMNdqI4/s400/Screenshot-397.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">There was lots of wedding planning going on too. We had booked this stunning little church to get married in, and I had already sorted out the catering, guest list and invites, the flowers and music. I had even gotten Gracie a cute little bridesmaids dress. The only thing I hadn't gotten was my own dress!</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"That dress is gorgeous!" I said to Romeo as we were watching a romantic film one day. "I bet it's so expensive though.." my voice trailed away at the thought of how much that dress would cost.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFFQeSElD7o_EZhTgyE6QhAkJjPUMGbB1m1Vv68XyaY7kvAS2kGi2maohg_zf0WnPfCxRTiAWqlqoGgImCEZmg8vRsGL3Yo2zrgTb64p9Lrmwd2P7bP_GTfqizXdTuBV5bXhyphenhyphenRCcyvys/s1600/Screenshot-360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFFQeSElD7o_EZhTgyE6QhAkJjPUMGbB1m1Vv68XyaY7kvAS2kGi2maohg_zf0WnPfCxRTiAWqlqoGgImCEZmg8vRsGL3Yo2zrgTb64p9Lrmwd2P7bP_GTfqizXdTuBV5bXhyphenhyphenRCcyvys/s400/Screenshot-360.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"If you like it Violet, we're going to get it for you." he said determinedly.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"But Romeo, what about the money..?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"Don't worry about the money Vi. It's the biggest day of your life, and you've got to look stunning. Mind you, you would still look stunning walking down the aisle in a binbag!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Thanks to him, I got the dress of my dreams. I love Romeo, I love him so much.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">A couple of months had past and the evening before our wedding had loomed. Romeo was going to stay at his friend Stile's house for the night.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">"The next time I'll see you, you'll be standing at the alter." I whispered.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">He smiled. "I can't wait."</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkanfuQW4x4hga0AXO5wTA53XTCFbuc5T2shCAEY09esm65UvKDHhuET2IURE3Nifq23I3g_gOtZE1unbRmdTciCWHtleaJf4HbwGOOra1f9YSUzgoVlkVMY4QRUUl2_XOPs7TCVSoW8E/s1600/Screenshot-366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkanfuQW4x4hga0AXO5wTA53XTCFbuc5T2shCAEY09esm65UvKDHhuET2IURE3Nifq23I3g_gOtZE1unbRmdTciCWHtleaJf4HbwGOOra1f9YSUzgoVlkVMY4QRUUl2_XOPs7TCVSoW8E/s400/Screenshot-366.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I didn't do a hen night. I just stayed at home with Gracie, and I watched some kids programs with her.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RN_5kjR8bjRnNloen2FPySPVD7hOQmesRYor0nctjXyFZFq2o8KTlUMpu3LM63mF1qkyAwjRvsxT9qCTqE9TgGEqcs_2I2bLKJS82zytVfbK_n5fYyAJwmMB1xe1aqLDb0p4U-XF-Jw/s1600/Screenshot-368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RN_5kjR8bjRnNloen2FPySPVD7hOQmesRYor0nctjXyFZFq2o8KTlUMpu3LM63mF1qkyAwjRvsxT9qCTqE9TgGEqcs_2I2bLKJS82zytVfbK_n5fYyAJwmMB1xe1aqLDb0p4U-XF-Jw/s400/Screenshot-368.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I put her cot in my bedroom so I wouldn't feel so lonely. I put her to bed, and I just sat down and read a book for a bit. I was a bag of nerves. I couldn't stand it any longer. I decided just to go to bed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxMYCjdlSZRx3O1hmq4HMyjTqzoYLvES653FfynyjWOlufT6jDtIOQbV6O4mVEw3qOokJvQDZeOWL8Y_fMCFXYZkNkKG01A3xpQfVe7oYr8KLRknK6rVHHnhT11OD3ejoa_J73vbIm4Wg/s1600/Screenshot-371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxMYCjdlSZRx3O1hmq4HMyjTqzoYLvES653FfynyjWOlufT6jDtIOQbV6O4mVEw3qOokJvQDZeOWL8Y_fMCFXYZkNkKG01A3xpQfVe7oYr8KLRknK6rVHHnhT11OD3ejoa_J73vbIm4Wg/s400/Screenshot-371.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">The next time I would be woke up, it would be my wedding day.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">---------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Hope you liked the chapter! I got a few notes here.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>1. I had so many pictures of Gracie and since I couldn't put them all in the chapter, I made a slideshow. Please take a look at the pictures </strong><a href="http://www.slide.com/r/TfeeWJOJ7j9i4STrufT3cL-f-bNyx8KN?previous_view=mscd_embedded_url&view=original"><strong>here</strong></a><strong>!</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>2.The family park that was featured in this chapter was made by Polly75. You can download it </strong><a href="http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=3015487"><strong>here</strong></a><strong>.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>3. Sorry it may take me a little while to get the new chapter up, because I've started school again. >.<</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>It will definately be up by the end of the week though.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Most importantly, thank you for still reading! It means the world to me! :)</strong></span></div>starling68http://www.blogger.com/profile/14541055473200348402noreply@blogger.com6