The Blueberry Muffin Legacy

The next few weeks were the best of my life. I moved to Briocheport, I got a job, Gloss and I were together, everything was perfect.

 

…And he actually proposed about 3 months later!

 

We had a small ceremony at the Butterfly House, his family and mine were pretty much the only attendees.

 

You all probably know what happened afterwards but…let’s not get into, ahem, specifics.

 

I was pregnant within 4 months of the wedding, and ballooned up like nobody’s business, haha!

 

We finally went to the doctor to see what it was about, lo and behold…

 

“Uh. mom?”

“Yes honey?”

“Are multiples a common family thing?”

“Well, there was you and Juneberry…”

“No no, not twins.”

“How many, then?”

“…Quadruplets.”

“…”

“Mom?”

“Sorry, did you say quads? As in, FOUR BABIES?!”

“Yes.”

 

Nesting was hell, but when labor actually started, that was even hellier…if “hellier” is even a word…

 

They were the most precious things I had ever seen, two boys and two girls.

 

Cressida Amore Muffin

 

Button Bliss Muffin

 

Azure Muffin

 

Indigo Muffin

Ah yes, Starburst Shores. Golden beaches, smiling faces, the Berrywood dream, and home to…

 

“PETITE MUFFIN! WAKE UP!”

 

..Me.

 

“How many times have I told you not to fall asleep at the computer?!”

“Uh…I dunno, ask Papaya, she’s the smart one.”

“She’s still finishing up college.”

“And I just graduated! I’m gonna be 18 in what, a week?!”

“A week is a week, Petite.”

 

That’s my mom behind me. She’s pretty liberal about my computer usage…except at night. But bad news for her, I’m gonna move out in a week, so I can use the computer all I want, hah!

 

Oh, some introductions should be in order, hang on…

 

That’s me, Petite. I’m the “torch bearer” or whatever mom said. it apparently started a long time ago with my great-great-great-great-great grandma Blueberry Muffin. I’ve heard her story a million times before, and it’s probably on the internet by now, probably on Berrypress in a novel format.

 

This is my twin sister, Juneberry. She’s older than me by I think…5 minutes? Her birthday is pretty easy to remember, seeing as we share it.

 

That’s my dad, Iced. (You can probably imagine the amount of Banilla Ice jokes he encountered as a kid, yeesh.)

 

…And that, my dear friends, is Gloss. My boyfriend. We met on Simblr when we were 15, a few months after my older sister Papaya left for college. (She’s super super smart, so she was accepted into an Evergreen League one, pretty cool right?) and we’ve been together since. Ironically, we’ve only ever met three times in person, and Skype the rest of the time. We’re planning on moving in together in either Briocheport, or here in Starburst Shores next month after I’m 18.

 

A week has passed, it’s our birthday! Malt’s Master Kareoke probably wasn’t the best choice for a birthday outing…

 

“That guy sounds nothing like Brocade Melrose, and in general he’s…just horrible.”

“…Wanna leave?”

“Yes. Now. I knew there was a reason we avoided this place like the Berry Plague.”

 

We went to visit the world (in)famous Rodeo-a-Go-Go bull next. I decided to go for broke and chose the highest setting for my first ride…

 

…In hindsight that wasn’t the best idea.

 

Yeah. That hurt.

 

Juneberry had more luck with The Bull than me.

 

And we got home just in time to celebrate a little before the real extravaganza happened!

 

 

…Puberty did me pretty darn good if I do say so myself!

 

And it also did Juneberry well too, if I do say so myself!

Time had flown by in the Muffin household. Papaya was a teenager, Iced was an adult and the twins were going to have their birthday in a few days.

 

It was Easter break, so everyone was off school. I had been working on a few art pieces and Papaya had been running herself ragged to keep the twins from getting under my feet.

 

Papaya was a smart young girl, and definitely took after her dad personality wise. She was well liked at school and was getting decent grades and honestly that was all I could ask for.

 

Today she wasn’t watching her siblings as she wanted to watch her programs on Berryflix and catch up with a friend who had gone away for the holidays.

 

As for the girls, the headed down to the park for the day. It was quite grey and cold outside so  told them to come home after two hours as I didn’t want them getting a chill.

 

Juneberry, or Junebug as we sometimes called her was the first born of the twins. She had blue skin like me and had her dad’s hair and eyes. Her skin is a little darker than mine and looks more like my grandpa Pomegranate’s skintone.

 

She was the more confident of the twins, and was often leading Petite on her extravagant schemes.

 

Petite was more like me. She was near identical to Juneberry except for her blue eyes but other than that she definitely took after me more.

 

Despite getting strung along in her sister’s schemes, Petite was actually a bit of a loner and preferred hanging out by herself or with one of her sisters rather than someone from school.

 

When the time came for the girls’ birthday, I felt a mixture of pride and sadness. I was proud of who my daughters had become and was excited to see the kind of women they would become in the future. I was sad because they were my babies. My babies were becoming teenagers and it saddened me because I wish they could’ve stayed young forever!

 

When the time came for them to blow out their candles, Papaya, Iced and I all gathered around to cheer them on.

 

After cake had been passed around, I got the twins together so I could take a picture for mom and dad. I could see a lot of myself in both of them but now that they were older it was easy to tell that both girls had features of their father in them.

 

After the girls all went to bed, Iced and I snuck up onto the balcony. It was getting pretty late by that point and honestly both of us should’ve been in bed ready for work tomorrow. Ice wrapped his arms around me, cupping my cheek and staring into m eyes. In this light, Iced looked as young as the day I had first met him. His wrinkles were barely noticeable and the grey hairs blended against his white locks.

 

“I’m so glad I met you Starfruit.” Iced said in a hushed tone. I blushed a little, planting a small kiss on his lips.

 

“As am I.”

 

And that is where the story of I, Miss Starfruit Muffin, ended.

After finding out I was pregnant a second time, time seemed to progress rather quickly.

 

Papaya was already beginning to babble some words, albeit only small ones. Walking was another matter. We told Papaya quite quickly that she was going to be a big sister and honestly she didn’t seem that impressed. I suppose that’s a natural response though, to not be impressed. Mom used to tell me that Passi used to get upset when my parents were busy with me. I guess he got used to it though considering how close we were now. I only hoped Papaya could be as amazing of a big sibling as Passi was for me.

 

Iced was working a lot more now, but he still managed to find time for Papaya and I. He was really excited to become a daddy again and told me hopes the baby has my blue skin.

 

With another baby on the way, I’ve been trying to spend as much time as possible with Papaya. So, after Iced left for work one day, I put Papaya in her stroller and took her out to the local park.

 

I think Papaya really enjoyed playing at the park! I don’t get a lot of time to bring her here by myself what with my work and all, but perhaps I should make this a weekly thing seeing how much she enjoyed herself.

 

A few weeks later, as I was drawing near to my due date, Iced and I decided to get officially married on the beach where we met. I managed to slip into my blue dress (which was a miracle given the size of my bump) and we brought Papaya along with us.

 

Unfortunately, the wedding went far from smoothly…

 

Just after we exchanged rings and were about to head to the town hall to get our marriage officially registered, I started getting contractions. Needless to say I wasn’t very impressed that my second child decided to make such a sudden appearance…

 

However, thanks to Iced’s quick thinking we were able to get to the hospital as soon as possible, and I delivered beautiful twin girls.

 

The girls and I were released the following day, and whilst I had been in the hospital my parents who had been watching Papaya at the time set up the nursery for us.

 

Iced and I decided to name them Petite and Juneberry Muffin.

It didn’t take long before it was time for Papaya to age up. In the days leading up to her birthday I spent any spare moment working on a cake for her. Of course, having numerous art requests to finish and taking care of a toddler can shorten the amount of free-time you have in a day.

 

Papaya was a beautiful little girl. The same beautiful green skin as her father only a few shades darker, my wavy hair colour and the striking pink eyes of both me and my grandmother.

 

Now that she was a bit bigger, and able to babble to us in her own little language, I found that Papaya grew exceptionally close with her father. Even though he worked for most of the day during the week, he always made sure to spend time with her when he came home and he always planned his weekends around us.

 

I also started adopting a similar pattern. My work was nowhere near as strenuous as Iced’s job, but I made sure to never work on a weekend and leave that as a time when the three of us could hang out as a family.

 

It was a rainy Tuesday when mom and dad announced they were going to leave. I know, it took me by surprise as well…

 

I had woken up to make myself breakfast and found mom and dad all packed and ready to go. My mom explained that she and dad had found a small house in town with cheap rent. They wouldn’t be far away, but they thought it would be nice for Iced, Papaya and I to have the home to ourselves.

 

I was sad to see them go but I was a grown woman and I could handle myself. And honestly, there were more tears coming from my dad.

 

And so, with a few parting words, mom and dad moved away leaving me all by myself.

 

A few days later, Iced and I were surprised to find that I was pregnant again. Mom and dad had left us, but their presence in the house would soon be filled with the introduction of another child into our lives.

 

My only hope was that Papaya didn’t mind a sibling running around.

 

However, seeing how she played with her dolls, and how she was with other children, I knew she would be okay.

I suppose it came as no surprise that after a few months of dating, Iced moved in with me.

 

Iced pretty much spent most nights at my home anyways, so moving in wasn’t a big shock to our systems. My parents were both excited to have him living with us as they both found him extremely charming!

 

It was during Ice’s day off that something exciting happened! Ice worked at the local hospital, and he always had the weekend off. We had headed down to the local park since they still had some attractions from the recent summer festival displayed.

 

After a rather unfortunate time at the hot dog eating contest, I came over to see if Iced was okay. He admitted to feeling a little queasy and joked how he wouldn’t eat anymore hotdogs until he was fifty.

 

We were about to head off home when Iced stopped me and informed me that he had something to ask me…

 

And to my utter surprise he pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him!

 

I didn’t hesitate in saying yes! I loved Iced so much, and I knew that being married to him would be wonderful. It might’ve been sudden and probably a bit too early to some people, but I knew what my heart wanted and my heart wanted him.

 

It was probably a good thing that Iced proposed when he did, because not a day later I found out we were expecting our own little Muffin!

 

My pregnancy honestly seemed to fly by, and although it was tiring on most days, carrying a child inside me was one of the greatest experiences in my life.

 

On one dark evening in late winter, I finally went into labour.

 

And four hours later, Iced and I proudly welcomed little Papaya Muffin into our world.

It was a few weeks after mom and dad’s wedding when I finally decided to ‘throw myself out there’. It took a while, but I finally had to admit I was ready to try my hand at dating.

 

Of course, dating was never going to be an important part of my life. I wasn’t going to spend every day for the foreseeable future waking up and wondering if I’d meet my future husband today.

 

My job was my main priority and I between requests I found time to create little art projects for my parents as well.

 

One day, after finishing up my work for the day, I checked my online profile to see if I had any messages. I had messages from the usual type of guys my profile attracted. Whilst I will admit that some of them were rather attractive, none of them were really my type on account of them being too old or too self-absorbed in their own appearance.

 

However, today was different. Wedged in the middle of a group of messages from the same guy, was a message from a man named Iced Melon Pompadour. He seemed like a nice man, and upon checking out his profile further, I had to admit he piqued my interest.

 

I messaged him and we responded to each other a few times before agreeing to meet up at the beach the following day.

 

When I arrived at the beach, I found Iced fishing in the ocean.

 

When I got close to him, he buried the end of his fishing rod in the sand and turned to greet me. He was quite enthusiastic in his greeting, and even encouraged me to greet him with the shake bra gesture.

 

After greeting each other, we got changed into swimsuits and relaxed on the beach a while. Just as we were about to wade out into the water, Iced surprised me with a bouquet of pink carnations and I recoiled in surprise.

 

The poor guy looked really disheartened upon seeing my reaction. I made sure to quickly apologise for my actions and explained that I was in fact allergic to carnations.

 

After explaining my situation, Iced apologised himself. I did feel a little sorry for him, as he didn’t know I was allergic to those flowers and it was still a lovely gesture of him.

 

As the day progressed, we took part in several water-based activities including wind surfing, and taking a boat ride further out into the water. When we went out further in the water we ended up going snorkelling. I’ve never been snorkelling and I have to admit it was really fun!

 

Afterwards, as the sun was beginning to set, Iced and I swam back to the boat and made our way back to the shore. Iced told me he had a wonderful day and I was quick to agree with him.

 

“Will I see you again, Starfruit?”

 

“You’ll definitely see me again Iced.” I responded before we both parted ways.

So graduation finally happened! I’m finally finished with high school!

 

A few days later I started looking up how to apply to be a professional, self-employed painter. I mean I can’t exactly keep saying I’m a professional painter and have no proof!

 

After looking it up, I could fill out a form online and then head down to the town hall to make it official.

 

Since I was going for a jog anyways, I didn’t see the harm in stopping by the town hall. The procedure was very quick, and after answering a few extra questions that wasn’t on the online form I became an official painter!

 

As a treat to myself, I ended up stopping at Cruzita’s on the way home and ordering myself a large meal for myself.

 

A few days later, mom and I started talking about her wedding. She told she didn’t want a large wedding anymore. Instead she opted on a small, private wedding on the beach with my brother and I as the attendants.

 

Unfortunately, Passi was having difficulty getting home and it seemed that he wouldn’t make it back in time for the wedding.

 

So the following morning (despite it spitting a little) mom and dad finally got married. Dad wore a yellow suit and mom wore a lovely pale blue gown. I bought myself a floor length blue dress for the occasion. Despite it not being a very traditional wedding, it was very romantic.

 

Seeing the two of them so happy together made me wonder if I would ever have a love like theirs. I was never one for romantic interactions but seeing my parents united in marriage made me long for a special someone of my own…

It’s funny how fast time goes sometimes. One minute you’re being inducted into high school and the next minute you’re four weeks away from officially finishing. With my impending graduation so close, my parents finally decided to announce a date for their wedding!

 

Of course, my parents’ wedding date announcement was not the only big thing which occurred recently. After finishing college a few months back Passi came home and announced he wanted to go on one of those soul-searching trips.

 

It took a lot of planning and debating between my parents and brother but a few days ago he left to go on his ‘journey’.

 

I don’t think mom was overly thrilled, but even if she didn’t agree with it, she saw my brother off with a warm smile and a few choice words of encouragement.

 

Right about now you’re probably wondering what I’m doing. Well, I’m still painting! Not that it was ever going to change. Now that high school has technically finished I’ve been able to spend more time on my skills which has allowed me to work on bigger and more intricate pieces. I’ve even started selling a few pieces!

 

Dad was the most supportive in my decision to start selling my work and start working as a professional artist. Mom would’ve preferred me to have a more stable job, but she recognised and acknowledged that art was something I enjoyed. In fact, she was the one who suggested I start selling a few pieces!!

 

Before I could even begin my adventure as I fully fledged artist I had to become a fully fledged adult first. A few days later, as I stood over my birthday cake, my only wish was that I had bright things in my future.

 

I have to say I aged up pretty decently!

 

Later, my parents and I shared my birthday cake before going to bed. I still have a little while left until I officially graduate, but I can definitely say this is the start of a brand new chapter in the life of one miss Starfruit Muffin. I may not have a grand story to tell like my family before me, but I know my life will be far from boring.