Update!

08 Nov 2014 3 Comments

by writerstrinkets in Uncategorized

Wow, long time no see. Like, I’m talking two years long time no see! Oops. I happened on this long forgotten blog quite randomly tonight. While skimming and cleaning out an inbox I rarely visit, I found comment notifications for this blog.

That’s when I slapped my forehead and remembered everything. I haven’t been active in the Sims community for awhile now. Duh, you say. Life’s definitely gotten in the way of that. I grew up! I’m a full-fledged adult now. Almost 22 and everything. I work a ton, try to manage money like an adult, and still try to maintain some semblance of a hobby in between the busyness.

That said, I’ve been slowly getting back into Sims again. I saw an old save for this legacy and I suddenly missed it all. I hate that I fell off the bandwagon, because once upon a time, this was my passion. I’d like to get back with it should people be interested. So, without further ado, here’s my question: anyone still interested in a legacy that’s been two long years in hiatus?

PS: For you tumblr users, you can find m simblr at tippiesims.tumblr.com. I’ve become addicted to tumblr in the last few years. Darn time-sucking vortex that it is…

Blaze Legacy – Gen. 3.2

28 Jan 2012 4 Comments

by writerstrinkets in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

“Boo, nerd!”

The loud voice broke through the chatter of everyone around me. I turned to find a girl who was in almost every one of my classes shaking in fright from Gabe. He had sneaked up on her and scared her. I knew how that felt. My hands curled into fists at my side as I glared at him. What a bully!

“Gabe, that wasn’t very ni–“

Gabe laughed, cutting her off. “You are ridiculous with your stupid ponytail and glasses, you know? You don’t have a right to tell me I’m not nice.”

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I marched right up to Gabe and grabbed his arm. I couldn’t believe what I did next, but it happened anyways. I actually pulled him away from her. Can you believe that? I must have been a lot shorter than him but I still pulled him away. He slapped me really hard in return, but it was worth it. I knew how it felt to be bullied by him.

After I told him to bug off and he left, several of the kids in the hallway were clapping their hands and cheering for me. I don’t like being recognized like that all of the time and it kind of embarrassed me. After the noise has died down, I heard someone crying behind me. After I turned around, I could see it was the poor girl Gabe had bullied.

“Are you okay?” I asked her gently.

I really didn’t know how to deal with girls, because in all honesty, I kind of thought they might have cooties. What happened next kind of stunned me. She turned around, kissed me on the cheek, blushed and hugged me.

“Thank you,” she said. “That was really nice of you.”

The school bell rang right after that, so I didn’t have time to give her my name or anything. I felt kind of bad, but I was happy that I could stand up to Gabe like my grandma told me to.

“Hey, you are the boy that saved me this afternoon.”

I was leaving the school to get on the bus when the same girl from earlier called me. I blushed and turned to face her.

“I didn’t really save you, I just stuck up for you.”

“Same thing,” she said smiling. “Thank you.”

She hugged me again, but this time I returned the hug and didn’t feel too awkward about it. It felt good to wrap my arms around someone who thought of me as saving her life. But mom and dad would tell me not to let that get to my head…

“Hey, are you the boy who saved my sister?”

“Yes, I’m Sam Blaze.” I turned to find a girl walk up to us.

She looked remarkably like Jessica. It was like they could have been identical twins. She saw my double-take and smirked.

“I’m Amber, Jessica’s twin sister.”

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense, actually.”

She chuckled. “So, I heard you saved Jess’s life.”

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head slightly. She was looking me up and down with a rise to her eyebrows. It made me feel a little self-conscious. She was so much different than her sister. Jessica was more into studying and being a kid than Amber seemed to be. Amber liked makeup and dressing up…girly things. She definitely had cooties.

“So–”

“Pulling Gabe away like that was rad, dude!”

“Extremely. I mean, the way you just whipped him away reminded me of something from an awesome video game.”

Sam turned around to find two boys, a freckled, pale, red-haired one and an Hispanic one standing by him and the girls. The Hispanic boy punched the red-haired one in the arm and then stuck out his hand for Sam to shake.

“Leon Padre at your service, and this video-game clown over here is Dustin Franklin. Since this afternoon, we’ve become the first two people in your fan club.”

Sam’s eyes raised as he shook the boys hands. “Thank you. It was nothing really…”

“How are you doing, by the way?” Leon asked Jessica. “Did Gabe bother you the rest of today?”

“No,” she responded. “But he did glare at me a few times.”

“Well, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Seems like you’ve got a guardian angel on your hands.” Leon winked at Sam.

It’s really funny how friendships can form so fast, but after that day after school, all five of us had a very strong bond. We spent most of our days together and I even skipped going home to do homework sometimes so we could all finish it together in the treehouse outside of the school.

No one ever used the treehouse, so we all kind of adopted it as our own. It was really nice inside and even had a television hooked up! Jessica and Amber’s parents donated a nice video game system they never used for us to plug in. I’ll never know how everyone got some of that stuff up there, but I’m not going to complain. It’s awesome!

—

“Dad, can I ask you a question and you’ll promise to hear me through the whole thing?”

It was breakfast just before school. Mom had to leave early for some emergency meeting at work. She had more and more of those recently and I hardly ever saw her; just late at night after I’d already been in bed for an hour. I’d learned to keep myself awake so I could kiss her goodnight.

“Of course you can, Wesley, you know that.” He sat in his chair and leaned back, taking a bite of his pancake. “Shoot.”

“Our history class is taking us on a field trip to that huge animal shelter just outside of the city. We’re going to learn about all of the animals and about where they originated from and all of that great stuff. We’ll even get to hear about some exotic animals.” I took a deep breath after spilling that out fast. “You know how much I want to learn about other places and this is a great opportunity for me. I have to have my parents agree, though, and sign a waiver for me. Jessica, Amber, and Dustin are going and Leon is trying to beg permission out of his dad, too. Can I go dad, please?”

I tried to give him the best puppy dog eyes I could. Truth was, I did love learning about places. I wanted to travel myself someday. But there was another side. I had come to love animals through our recent study in school and I wanted to be able to spend as much time around them as I could. Who knew, maybe I would even find a puppy worth adopting and I could ask my parents about it.

“Is that all, Wes?” My dad chuckled. “Your teacher already contacted your mother and I about this. Of course you can go, as long as you are back in time for our family reunion down at the community pool.”

I beamed. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He scooped the last remaining forkful of pancakes in his mouth. “Now, will you be back in time before five o’clock?”

“Oh, yeah. We will.”

“Good. Look inside the drawer off the counter and you’ll find the signed permission slips. Hand those to your teacher before you go.”

The bus’s horn outside our house bleeped. I grabbed my plate in surprise and began to high-tail it for the kitchen.

After grabbing the slips, dumping my plate in the sink and grabbing my school backpack, I headed for the door with an extra bounce in my step.

“Oh and Wesley?”

“Yes, dad?” I peeked into the dining room.

“Have fun.”

I beamed back at him. “I will!”

—

I did get back in time for our family reunion. I had to walk in a little late because I was talking for awhile with Dustin, Jessica and Amber. It was a shame Leon couldn’t make it, but we all had a wonderful time anyways. We took lots of pictures for Leon, too.

It made me all the more excited for future traveling plans. In fact, I was all the more excited to begin my travels as soon as I moved out. When 18 years hit, I was going to leave this place and travel around for a good while.

It also got me a little over-excited about the possibility of maybe asking my parents for a dog. When I told them how responsible I was, they had to agree, right?

I didn’t have much time to reflect on it, though, because everyone kind of bombarded me at once. Our whole family took up the whole community pool lot. Mom had used her power to rent the whole place out exclusively for us. It was nice to see my cousins again. Especially since with school now and our own friends, we didn’t get to see each other very often.

We all stayed really late, enjoying the time. Even if us kids had to be to school really early the next morning and so did the parents with work, we didn’t really care. It was worth a little tiredness to all be together. Mom even commented that we needed to do this more often, which thrilled us all.

In the end, we had to leave a little early because grandma and grandpa were getting really tired. Mom had to break up the party, but she explained to us that we all needed sleep anyways. She seemed so worried about my grandparents lately. For what reason, I had no idea. They looked fine to me…

—

“I don’t even know what’s so special about a dumb old animal shelter anyways,” Leon said over the noise of the video game.

“Well, the animals, silly.” Jessica replied after slamming her fist on her controller.

“Whatever, from your pictures I didn’t miss much.”

He was just jealous, that was the general consensus. Amber laid against the back of Leon’s chair, watching the video game instead of participating.

“No, Leon, move over there!” She shouted to him.

He glared at her from the corner of his eye and moved to where she had pointed.

“Why don’t you just play, Amber? You obviously know what you are doing.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I’m not playing that stupid old game.”

“Girls,” Leon whispered under his breath.

“Speaking of animals, though,” I piped up. “Do any of you three really want to adopt a pet after that trip?”

“Jessica and I already own a cat and a dog. Mom and dad don’t want another baby animal to take care of now that our little brother is about to be born…”

“Well, what about you, Dustin?”

“I’ve already got loads of lizards, snakes and mice. I’d rather not give them a cat or dog to have to protect themselves against all of the time.” He combed back his bangs from the new haircut his mom had forced him to get. “Why, do you want one really bad, Wes?”

“Well, I’ve always kind of wanted a dog. But I don’t think my mom or dad wants one.”

“How do you know unless you ask them?”

Leon shouted in victory. He had won the video game. The rest of us put our controllers down in disgust and stood up to congratulate him. Even Dustin, the video-game-aholic, hadn’t won this time.

“Oh, my! Look at the time! I have to be home in like a minute or my parents are going to kill me.” Jessica exclaimed. “Bye, guys!”

Amber gave me a long hug before she left. I don’t know why, but she kept giving me those lately. To be honest, it was kind of getting annoying. But she did that to all the guys. Jessica didn’t seem so happy about it.

But I didn’t put much thought into it, I was excited about asking my parents about getting a dog when I got home for dinner…

—

“What do you think about owning a dog, mom and dad?” I asked calmly at dinner.

They looked at each other slowly. I bit the inside of my lip.

“To be honest, Wesley, we don’t have time to own a dog. We’re all gone a lot of the time.” Dad answered.

“But I’m responsible enough to take care of one…”

“I don’t think so, Wesley.” Mom was talking sternly now. “It takes a lot to own a dog and we just don’t have that. I’m sorry son.”

“Besides, when you move out when you are 18, you’ll be old enough to make a decision like that.”

I frowned and cupped my chin in my hand. That had not turned out how I wanted it to. Not at all. Now I’d never own a dog. At least not during my child hood…and I didn’t really enjoy that thought.

—

“And they said no, can you believe that?” I stated back to Leon and Dustin.

“Uhm, hey guys, did you hear that?”

I frowned, shove my arms across my chest and turned to Amber. “What?”

“Shush and listen.”

We all closed our mouths and listened intently. A small whimper sounded from below us. Jessica moved closer to me in fright. She had grown close to me whenever she was scared ever since we first met. I titled my head and listened further. It sounded familiar.

“You’re the brave one, Wes, remember?” Dustin prodded.

I rolled my eyes and grasped for the trapdoor out of the treehouse. I pulled it open. There was a small animal down there, whimpering. I opened my mouth and climbed down the ladder quickly.

As I landed on the ground, a spotted puppy looked up at me, whining. I bent down to its height, my heart beating faster every second. The poor thing!

I stuck out my hand and let it sniff it. It cautiously did so and then left a small kiss implanted there. I lifted the warm hand to my cheek and pressed it against it. The animal curled up against my feet.

“Come here, baby.”

Picking the skiddish puppy, I lifted it into my arms. It stared up at me with scared eyes. It was warm up in the treehouse, unlike the cool air outside. I brought it up and set it gently on the ground.

“Look at it!” They all cried at once. “It’s adorable.”

“Do you think it is lost?” Leon asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “It doesn’t have any tags on. Maybe we can take it to the shelter tomorrow and see if it belongs to anyone.”

“She’s adorable!” Amber cooed.

“She?”

“I checked, it’s a girl. What happens if they don’t find its owner?”

I bit my lower lip. This might be my chance. Maybe my parents would take pity on it and want to keep it.

—

“So, let me get this straight.” Dustin was talking now. “You’ve been keeping your ‘Lady’ here for a week since no one has claimed her in a few weeks. You haven’t even mentioned her to your parents?”

“Yeah.” I smiled as I tugged rope with her.

Jessica and Amber had brought over a few toys and an old pet bowl they had had for their dog.

“You can’t keep Lady here forever. You are going to have to tell your parents. Before she gets too big to move out of this treehouse.”

“They have a point you know,” Jessica chipped in. “At first, it was fun. But it’s been getting colder in here every night. You’re going to have to tell your parents.”

“I will, I will.” I said. “I just have to wait for the right time.”

“Well, that right time had better be soon.” Leon said. “She chewed up one of my favorite action figures the other night. She must have been bored when no one was here.”

I had to admit it, if I didn’t do something soon, something would happen. She was eating through food quicker than I could come up with allowance money to pay for it. But I had to wait for the right time to tell my parents…

In the meantime, I was sneaking out at night time when my parents were asleep to visit her in the middle of the night. To keep her company mostly, but to also wrap myself up in a blanket with her. The treehouse was ridiculously cold now and I could feel her shaking almost all of the time.

That’s when I decided to slowly start bringing her stuff to my house so I could transport her there during the night. She had been really, really quiet lately and I had trained her to keep her mouth closed and not whine. Sneaking her into our house at night into our spare bedroom would not be a problem. Mom never went in there.

But one night, as I headed out of the room to go back to my bed to sleep, the hall light flipped on as I stepped out. Mom and dad were standing by the railing, just staring at me. I had blown it now. How was I going to get out of this?

“I don’t know what you have been doing, son, but we’re going to find out.”

Mom barged past me into the room, while dad stayed behind and sternly talked to me about how he had never expected this out of me.

That’s when we heard it from the other room…

Mom screeching. She had found out!

How was I going to explain this one?

Blaze Legacy — Gen. 3.1

11 Nov 2011 1 Comment

by writerstrinkets in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , ,

Chapter One

I wish I had parent’s who paid a little more attention to me. For the most part, they try to spend a lot of their time with me, I can tell, but both of them are gone all day working anyways. So, I get to stay with my aunts, uncles, and my grandparents mostly all summer long. At least I get to eat dinner with my mom and dad. They talk about work when we’re eating sometimes, and I don’t really understand why mom is so into things she calls ‘reports’ and ‘ecomics’ or something like that. I don’t even try to understand what dad means by ‘epidemic’ and all those weird names for medicine. They do ask me how my day was though and what I did. So, at least I get to explain everything to them then. They pretend to be excited for me anyway, but I can tell dad just wants to sleep most of the time and mom just wants to get typing away on her computer.

But I try not to have a negative view on life, most of the time. Even though I don’t know my parents as well as most kids do, I still do have a good life. They do love me very much, I can tell, and I get to do whatever I want most of the time. I spend my evenings up in my room going on adventures in different lands. I’ve never been outside Twinbrook even though most kids I know have been to different places, so I spend my time imagining what it’s like somewhere else.

My mom even mentioned that she and dad went to Paris once! I don’t really know what it looks like, but I can only imagine the beauty of it by its name!

Oh, and did I mention I’ve been to the moon about a dozen times by now? Yeah, it’s pretty cool. It’s fun to bounce up and down and fly around in the air. The cheese that the moon is made out of is pretty tasty, too, much better than the cheese we have down here. Yuck!

Not only do I get to go on adventures every day, but when I have to come back down to earth for bed, my dad reads me more adventures. He sure has a good taste in stories all right. I’ve never heard such amazing tales anywhere else. And that’s saying something, because my cousin, Embrie, can sure tell a good story!

—

Speaking of Embrie, I pretty much have the best cousins in the whole entire world. There’s five girls and only three boys, but that’s okay. Momma says that will help us boys understand girls better when we get older, and she says that girls will come scrambling to find a guy who can understand them, whatever that means. I’m not going to let a girl take me out anywhere when I’m older though, so it really doesn’t matter anyways.

Anyways, all summer long I went to my different cousin’s houses and played lots of games with them. We always had a good time. In fact, Embrie, Grace and I were rulers over our very own fairytale kingdom!

We banished bad guys almost every week and made new laws. I loved going on quests to different lands to find and conquer. Even when we had to put everything away before dinner, we made a pact to keep our kingdom safe. Nothing would ever penetrate our walls!

It was fun to be the monsters sometimes. So, we went out to my sandbox, built castles and broke them down. Mom sometimes got mad at us for tracking sand all in the house, but she never punished me, so I figure its okay. Besides, summertime won’t last forever, will it? I want to have fun while it lasts!

As much as I love my mom and dad, sometimes I don’t enjoy sitting down and watching TV with them. Especially when they’ve both had bad days at work and come home grumpy. But we try to have as much fun as we can.

Mom lets me goof around on my computer most nights before I go to bed. She said this ‘habit’, whatever that is, is going to have to stop when school time comes though. Oh well. Hopefully school will be so much fun that I won’t want to play around on my computer every night.

I think she’s getting sad about school starting though, which makes no sense to me, because she doesn’t go to school anymore. She keeps telling me to stop growing up. I haven’t figured out how to do that yet. Still working on it…

I didn’t tell anyone, but I am scared about school, too. I’m worried that I won’t be around anyone I know and I’ll have to spend time alone most of the day. What if people don’t like me? A lot of other kids my age have told me to stop having my head in the clouds and dreaming about traveling to far off countries.

I can’t help it, though! That’s what I want to do! Oh well, hopefully I’ll enjoy school.

—

I haven’t even been to school yet and I hate it. Morning time is not my thing, I’ve realized. I had to roll myself out of bed to get moving, and daddy still called me a zombie when I thought I was sort of awake.

Oh, well. I’ll get used to it soon. I hope. Because, boy, I sure can’t stand feeling so tired! How am I ever going to stay awake in school?

By the time mom and dad had to leave for work, I was almost ready for school. I wonder if something is wrong with me though, because I felt this huge fluttering in my stomach. Is it possible to swallow butterflies and have them survive the journey down to my stomach? Because that’s exactly what it feels like! I wonder if I’ll have to have surgery…

Oh well, I made it to school without dying! That’s my biggest accomplishment of the day. It was scary trying to find my first class, but there were some nice kids who showed me the way. Unfortunately, I don’t know anyone in the class. I was hoping some of my cousins would be there. Too bad. Maybe I’ll make a friend today!

Or maybe not. All throughout our first class, I caught this kid with crazy hair glaring at me every so often. I don’t know what was wrong with him or what I had done wrong, but I knew I wouldn’t ever want to have to meet him.

But when the teacher had to leave the room for a moment and he slipped out of his seat, I knew something was going to go wrong…

I tried my best to bury my nose in my homework and ignore what he was doing, but before I knew it, he let out a huge roar behind me. I should have known better, but I screamed anyways. He seemed to like that and began to laugh at me. Some other kids in the room laughed, too.

I could feel that I was going to cry, but I didn’t want to in front of him. Thankfully, the teacher walked in the room before anything else could happen. She told him to sit down immediately and see her after class.

“It’s okay, teacher,” he said. “This child asked me to scare him.”

She didn’t seem to believe him, but it still made me angry.

It made me so angry, in fact, that I stormed home, hugged mom and went up to my room and cried. When mom and dad asked how my first day of school was, I told them it was okay and that I hadn’t made any friends yet. I didn’t tell them about Gabe, the kid who was mean to me. I would deal with him myself.

I tried to forget about him while I did my homework, but I just couldn’t. Every time I tried to sort out a math problem, I thought of him scaring me.

Dad asked if I needed help, but I told him that I didn’t. It was just a difficult math problem. He seemed to buy it, even though he stared at me extra long. I tried to give him a smile. I hope it came out right.

—

Grandma and grandpa came over a few weeks later for dinner to our house. School still had been going bad and Gabe had gotten worse. I tried to hide my feelings from everyone, but grandma could tell right away that something was wrong.

“Wes, what’s wrong?” She asked me.

I sucked in my bottom lip. There she went again using her psychic powers! “Everything’s fine, grandma.”

“Don’t lie to me, Wes.”

I sobbed. “Okay, I’m having problems with a boy at school!”

I told her the whole story and she listened through the whole thing. She really was the best grandma ever. After I finished talking, she told me that I should stand up for myself and not let Gabe hurt me. She told me to be gentle, but firm with him. I didn’t know how I was going to do that, but somehow, my grandma always made me feel like I could do everything.

“So, no punching him?” I asked.

She laughed. “No. No punching him, silly boy.”

After we had that talk, I seemed to become happier. I even told a ghost story to my grandparents before they had to leave! I hadn’t done that since I first started school!

From their looks, I think they really thought it was scary, too!

When they all had to leave, I was sad to see them go. But when grandma winked at me before they drove off, I knew everything was going to be okay.

Blaze Legacy — Gen. 2.19

19 Sep 2011 2 Comments

by writerstrinkets in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Chapter Nineteen

Life became one big mess of rushing around and busy schedules. As soon as work picked up for me, both Sam and I were gone until mid-afternoon. My family babysat for Wes as often as possible, but with having kids of their own to care for, I had to call on a babysitter more than once. My days usually consisted of waking up at the break of dawn, cramming in a quick toilet run and a ten minute shower before rushing down to make some breakfast. That’s when Wesley started crying. But Sam usually had that covered.

While I scrambled to set the table, Sam dressed little Wes and brought him down to his highchair for food. We both never had much time to talk during breakfast, and most days, I ended up leaving for work before Sam was even half done with his food.

Sam made sure he cleaned up everything, got Wesley all taken care of and was dressed and ready to go when his carpool arrived. We had set up a deal with our two regular babysitters. We would pay them an extra dollar an hour if they were at our house on the exact time we needed them there in the morning. Surprise, when you offer a kid more money, they’re pretty punctual. We never had a problem with having to miss some valuable work time because a babysitter didn’t arrive on time.

Our babysitters were nice gals. We really couldn’t have asked for better. The two were both homeschooled teens who could spare the time in the morning unlike their public-schooled peers to help us out. And they got paid good for their work. Wesley loved his ‘gewls’, as he called them, very much. He always jabbered on in his own language about their adventures that day.

When both Sam and I had to be in to work early, Poppy was the babysitter who arrived early and stayed late. She enjoyed spending as much time with Wes as possible. She took him out to the park, caught bugs with him, played games with him, and even helped him with learning games that we had begun to introduce him to.

He was one cute little boy. He resembled his father so much, and I couldn’t be prouder. Sam always said he reminded him of me, but I didn’t believe him. He looked like his father through and through. Except for his blue eyes. He carried those on from his grandmother, who was quite proud of that herself.

I wished with all my heart that I had more time to spend with him and watch him grow, but my work did not permit it. I had considered quitting several times, so I could stay and be with my son and raise my family, but I had always decided against it every time I even came close to resigning. My job was what got me going, sometimes. I enjoyed it immensely. I’d been working there since I was a teen.

My work partners were my second family. I was almost to the top of the ladder. I couldn’t quite before I was up there. No matter how much family meant to me, my work also was another big part of my life.

Besides, I still got to spend time with him when I got home. When I wasn’t writing emails or writing up reports, I was spending every minute with Sam and little Wes.

Wesley didn’t seem to be suffering from having both parents gone for the first part of the day. He enjoyed his time spent with our family and his babysitters. And as long as we spent at least an hour with him a day, he was a happy camper.

As much as my mother and sister told me I needed to lessen my work hours and spend more time with my son, I knew I wasn’t doing him much harm. He was happy at home. He never complained, and the babysitters never reported back to us that he had been cranky all morning. That was a good sign.

He was smart as well. Not only was he picking up on his learning toys quicker than we thought, but he was getting bored with them.

He moved on to his toys after he had beat all of the learning games we had around the house. Sam and I had begun to look around for different learning toys, but we hadn’t found any yet that he hadn’t beat. So, he spent his time going on adventures with his toys. Poppy told us that he loved to point to a spot on a globe we had around the house, have her pronounce it and then pretend he was on an adventure there with his stuffed animal. He would constantly repeat the word out loud the whole while. And when we got home, he would tell us all about it in his broken up, cryptic English.

—

After our first year of working around our work schedules and family schedules, Poppy started to report that Wes was becoming more irritable by the day. He cried and wailed. We couldn’t pinpoint the problem at first, but when we did, I felt rather guilty. He wasn’t just irritable with Poppy, but when we returned home, he refused to acknowledge us and often times was frustrated when we spent too much time with him.

That’s when I realized having more children would not be a wise decision. Sam had been hinting towards the fact that he wanted more kids for awhile now. I did want more, but with our work schedules and the way Wes was taking to his life, maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea after all.

Besides, Sam was working on call for a long time now. Often times I was asleep at home alone when he had to be called in to work in the middle of the night for an emergency. This left me in charge of keeping Wesley safe at night. I think I might go insane if I had more than one child to watch out for during the night while Sam was gone. I didn’t want to crush Sam, because I knew he wanted more kids, but it would not be a wise thing for us.

“Sam, I’ve been thinking about our family.” I began, trying to swallow down the big gulp in my throat that wouldn’t go away. “I know how much you want more kids…”

He smiled coyly and cuddled up to me. “Yes, why?”

Does he have to make this so hard? “Sam, as much as I want more kids, I don’t think it would be a wise idea for us.”

“What do you mean?”

His eyebrows lifted up and he gave me such sad eyes. I couldn’t bear to look at him. I went on to explain about our predicament with Wes and work. He listened intently the whole while, working it over in his head.

“So, you see, it would not be a smart idea, Sam. Not only would it harm us, but it would harm the child. I don’t know if I could handle that.”

Sam looked at the ceiling for awhile, thinking things through. I rubbed my fingers together in anticipation. I knew how much this was upsetting him, but I knew he could see the logic in the decision as well.

“I have to admit, I’m a little saddened by this. I wanted to have a big family with you, Belle.”

I looked down and nodded slightly. He lifted my chin to look into his eyes.

“But I know you are right. It would not be wise for us to have more kids. You make a very good point. Besides, I’m just as happy with you and Wes as I would be with more than one child. You two give me a reason to live.”

I tackled him and we snuggled up together. Placing my cheek against his, I whispered, ‘I love you’ into his ear. He smiled and leaned against me.

And then we collapsed on the bed in each other’s arms.

—

With Wesley’s birthday looming in the near future, we have begun to take his walking, talking and potty training to the next level. He seemed to enjoy the extra time spent with us and didn’t complain that often. It was especially nice that he seemed to get along well with the new babysitter. Poppy had left for college, so this left us with having to ask another girl from our neighborhood to babysit.

Arianna was a great girl. She spent as much time as possible with Wes. And he seemed to get along great with her. She never complained of him being cranky and he genuinely seemed to enjoy his time spent with her.

Thankfully, she had brought over a new learning game for Wes that she had found in her attic. He seemed to love that one as well. She sat down with him all morning some times watching him go at it.

She even came in the middle of the night when both Sam had to be gone and I was up late with meetings. We couldn’t have asked for a better replacement babysitter.

But not only was Arianna helping out with us a lot, but my mother. She had been coming over a lot to take care of her grandson. With so many grandchildren being born, she couldn’t spend as much time with him as she wanted, but she spent a lot of time with him. More than expected.

And Wes thought his grandmother was the best one alive. He followed her around like her shadow, always claiming that he wanted to see ‘MawMaw’. We visited my parents as often as possible as a family so he could spend ample time with both grandparents. They loved him a little too much, I thought, and spoiled him very much.

Not only did we visit with our grandparents, but we visited with my siblings. He got to spend a lot of time with his cousins that way. Kyle was a big influence in Wesley’s life. He copied his oldest cousin in everything he did. Before Ellie’s twins, Nicole and Cody, and Peyton’s little girl, Myla, was born, all of my siblings had a baby on the way. Instead of just having a few nieces and nephews, I now had seven.

He was growing up day by day. He had been eager to start walking, so every chance both Arianna, my mother or Sam and I got, we were teaching him how to walk, talk and go to the bathroom on the big potty.

I kept telling him to stop growing up, but he didn’t seem to listen very well. Every day he was getting taller and saying more and more words. Pretty soon, he knew exactly how to get hid own way in his own words. I missed when that boy couldn’t talk and relied heavily upon his parents.

—

Before I knew it, Wesley’s birthday was upon us. I tried denying the fact that after the summer, he would be going to school. He wouldn’t need a babysitter anymore. He’d be getting home when we did. He would be working on homework all afternoon. I was afraid of the fact that he would grow up and be going to highschool within a snap of a finger. I missed when he was just born. Why did kids have to grow up so quickly?

So, I began sending out invitations to a big birthday bash we would have for his birthday. Within a week’s time, my little boy would be growing older.

The time went by far too quickly. Wesley was very excited for his big day, but Sam and I were sentimental. We were both excited for his entrance into the world, but we wanted our little boy back. How does time fly by so quickly? I swear someone must have hit the fast forward button and forgot to turn it off.

Everyone made it to the party, with the exception of the latest addition to the Blaze Family, Grant, who was staying back at Logan and Zoe’s house with a babysitter. We had a blast getting to laugh together and share memories of little Wes, but pretty soon it was time for the cake to be brought out and the candle to be lit.

A big part of me wanted to be selfish and pull him far away from this all, drag him to a secluded house and not let him grow up. But I knew he had a life to live just as I had when I was his age.

I remembered the feelings my mother had felt. Exactly like mine at the moment. Never wanting me to grow up. But I had wanted to so badly, I wanted to experience life. I couldn’t deny my son that privilege.

So, I lowered myself towards the cake and took a large inhale of breath. Wesley stared at me and copied me. I blew it out gently over the candle. It flickered, but blew out immediately when he sputtered out his breath of air, mixed with spit.

Everyone cheered him on. I sat him on he ground, clapping my hands for him.

He loved the attention. Squealing and clapping his own hands, he stared up at all of our expecting faces. Just a few more moments of that little face, and then he was going to be grown up. I held back a sob in my throat.

And before I knew it, there was my boy, all grown up, in front of my eyes. I sighed deeply and leaned against Sam. He nestled his chin in my shoulder and kissed me gently. I stroked his arm which found its way around my waist and smiled at our son. He gave me a thumbsup and promptly went to give his grandmother a hug.

—

That summer, Sam and I took less work hours and spent as much time with Wesley as we could. We went to the park, spent time out of the town, which he loved, went out for ice cream, and swam in our pool. He loved every minute we spent with him.

The time Sam and I spent together was well worth it as well. We had definitely needed this summer to reconnect and fell even more madly in love. Was it possible that all this time had passed so quickly? It seemed as if yesterday Sam had surprised me on the train that day and proposed to me.

My life was a good one. I had an amazing job, the best husband in the world and one incredible son.

I really couldn’t have asked for better.

—

Author’s Note:

And so ends Generation Two of The Blaze Legacy. What did you guys think? A good ending? What was your favorite part of Generation Two?

You can all look forward to Generation Three being ushered in. I’m very excited! This could possibly be one of the best generations yet. But haven’t I said that about the previous two already?

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Blaze Legacy — Gen. 2.18

03 Sep 2011 3 Comments

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Chapter Eighteen

Life emanated something different since the birth of our little Wesley. In the short 24 hours he had been taking breaths and sending out cries for attention, he had become the center of Sam and my world. We couldn’t go a minute without shouting to one another something new little Wes had done. ‘HE JUST YAWNED!’ ‘He’s moving his toes!’ ‘Lookit that! He just winked at me!’ The nurses chuckled at us quite often, but they said it was typical of new parents.

I hoped our eagerness to watch him grow never diminished over the course of his life. Of course, I might be bias, but he was the cutest little baby I had ever laid eyes on. His eyes, like two of his cousins before him, sported the bright blue tint that their grandmother had. Even though he looked rather bald, I could see a crop of black fuzz making its way to the surface. He was going to look like his daddy, I could tell. And I couldn’t have been happier.

Through the birth of our son, Sam and my relationship went to a whole new, exciting level. Not only were we becoming excited in the growth of our son, but in the growth of our relationship. Sam and I, though still madly in love, hadn’t been as close as before we were married in a long time. I like to think Wesley was our little miracle, bringing us back together again.

Our hospital room soon became overflowing with the arrivals of family members coming to meet their latest relative. Ellie and Joe showed up first, with mom and dad quickly following on their heels. It was unfortunate that little Kyle couldn’t come to meet his anticipated new cousin, but he was off at school. I could not believe how fast he grew! I only hoped Wes would grow at an abnormally slow rate and never leave our arms.

Grace was getting bigger as well! Although she wasn’t quite off to school just yet, she was climbing the ladder of life really fast. Hadn’t she just been born? She reminded me so much of her mother. I wondered if poor Joe would ever have a child that reflected him in the least. But he didn’t mind, he said. He had the most beautiful children in the world. Hmm…we’ll have to see about that.

Not only did my family come, but Sam’s youngest sister showed up as well. Though his parents were both gone, Raine was moved to another city and I was sure Christian would never show up again, it was comforting to see Chloe there along with my other niece, Clarice. My, that girl was growing fast as well! Sam was pleased to get to spend time with his niece who resembled him uncannily and we were both excited to learn Chloe’s pregnancy was coming along well.

My parents quickly became a strong presence for little Wes. He loved it when Grandpa or Grandma held and rocked him back and forth. This made everything so much easier for me. I knew with my very busy work schedule that he was going to have to be babysat a lot. Having grandparents who constituted as a big influence in your life was nice to have.

Knowing I had such a great family base and that Wesley was going to grow up with the best aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins pleased me beyond all measures. If I didn’t have such great people to turn to, I don’t know what I would have done. It was great to see Wesley get along with them all right from the start. Especially his cousins.

When I was younger, I wished I had cousins who I could turn to for advice. Wesley was sure going to be a lucky kid with a great family.

—

A few days later, Wesley was welcomed into his home. It was exciting bringing him home. The car trip here, though stressful, was a new favorite memory of mine. Seeing how careful and gentle Sam was with driving the car was incredible. Eyes peeled on the road in front of him, scanning for possible dangers, driving ten under the limit, it just made me bubble with pride inside. He was such a great father!

Wesley seemed to enjoy his new home, as well. As soon as we arrived indoors, he looked around with his wide, sparkly blue eyes at his surroundings. These next years ahead with him were going to be thrilling.

We spent every possible second we could with little Wes. While I missed work as I was off on maternity leave, I was enjoying it now that I could spend my every waking moment with him. Sam had to be pushed out of the house to get to work every day. He didn’t want to miss anything that Wes did. But he had to work to keep us living. Besides, he was really close to getting that promotion he’d always wanted.

And even through the long hours of work and the precious moments spent with our son, he still found time for me. Yes, the birth of Wesley was the best thing that could have happened to us and our relationship.

—

Fast forward around three months and things were a tad crazier than they had been right after Wes’s birth. While I still loved the times we got to spend watching him grow, I wished things weren’t as hectic. My life consisted of laundry, cooking, cleaning, and watching Wes. Sam and I had decided to purchase our own set of a washer and dryer, because of all the added laundry with Wesley around. The plus side meant I didn’t have to drag heaps of clothing down to the laundromat every day and spend hours there waiting for it to finish. The downside meant that I was compelled to do laundry every moment the basket filled up every day.

Wesley had started what all of the mothers thus far had warned me of. The infernal crying in the middle of the night and not stopping until you were too awake yourself to fall back to sleep. I loved him, but I wished he would allow me some sleep. Dark circles had started to show under my eyes, forcing me to apply even more makeup over them on the days I felt awake enough to do so.

My meals hadn’t been turning out as great as they had been before. Sam never commented on it, but I think he felt the same way. If only he took a turn at trying to rock Wes back to sleep in the middle of the night…but he couldn’t do that. He had to get as many hours of sleep in as he could. He couldn’t afford to go into work with extreme fatigue.

So, I tried to get by the best I could. My work had also been sending me frequent emails, asking me to forward this message or that, help settle something, decide on this, write this letter, and anything else they could think of that I could do without me having to actually go into the office. While work was definitely a chore at the moment, it was quickly becoming my go-to when things got stressful.

On his days off of work, Sam helped me immensely. He watched over Wesley on those days and let me laze around the house, napping or working. I cherished those days the most. No matter how much I loved my son, I couldn’t stand the days I had where sleep lasted no longer than forty-five minutes at a time.

But those months, no matter how tiring they were, passed by quickly, much to our chagrin. It was with the snap of finger that we were hosting Wesley’s second birthday party. My, how fast he was growing! I couldn’t believe my little son was only a few years away from going to school…where did the time go?

Seeing everybody was the biggest joy of my life. We tried to get together as often as possible, but with all of our lives consisting of our children now, seeing each other didn’t come as much as we would have liked. Both Ellie and Peyton were pregnant again. They wouldn’t be born for a time to come, but I was still excited. Ellie expecting her third child and Peyton her second. My niece and nephew count was growing by the minute!

Did I really want my son to grow any older? Not really. Especially since he was heading into the terrible twos. I was also going back to work now that he was older. We’d hired several different babysitters. I knew he was going to be a little parent-deprived, and I was also going to be son-deprived, but I had to go back. I couldn’t not work.

Wesley seemed genuinely happy about his birthday. Maybe it was all the attention showered on him for the day, or maybe he was just excited at the prospect of growing up, but I couldn’t help but see how much older he had become already. He had been mouthing words to us for a month now. Simple things like ‘yes’, ‘no’, ‘mommy’, and ‘daddy’. But it was a big step.

Before we knew it, he’d be walking all over the house and we’d be potty training him. And then, in the blink of an eye, he’d be going to school. Before I knew it, I would be sitting in a church, watching him wed his beautiful wife.

In my eyes, he could have this last birthday and then stop growing. Life would be happier that way. I wouldn’t have to grow old and watch him move out. Now I understood what my mother went through with me with her detachment issues. I finally understood it.

But with the release of a breath of air and the extinguishing of a candle, there my little Wesley sat in front of me, rocking back and forth, looking older than ever. A crop of heavy dark hair sat over his forehead. Eyes as sparkling as his grandmother’s. And laughter sounding so much like his father.

The tears that naturally fell from my face were so sweet. My baby boy, so handsome!

As much as I hated to admit it, it wasn’t only Wesley who was growing older quickly. Everyone else had decided to celebrate my upcoming birthday as well while we were all gathered together. Here’s to another year gone by…

I was growing older every day. So many memories from my past, both happy and sad. But I was hoping these next few years would only hail happiness with very little sadness mixed in.

Everyone cheered and clapped as I blew out my candles, sending wishes for a happy life. I clapped my hands and smiled down at Wesley who clung to my leg.

I didn’t look any older and I didn’t feel any older. This was good. Everyone gave me the biggest hugs they could muster and handed me their presents. After we had a grand time opening everything up and sitting around jabbering away about memories, life and things to come, they all left.

That was when Sam came up to me with a present in his hand. I titled my head to the side, let a smile light the corners of my mouth and gave him a quizzical look. He shoved the box in my hands and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“For the loveliest wife a man could ever dream of having…”

I shook the box around lightly and listened for something shifting around inside. He playfully jabbed me in the side and urged me to open it up. I untied the bow and lifted the lid of the box, peering inside. There was a wad of papers folded up with a handwritten note. Sam’s handwriting. A doctor’s handwriting, I joked.

Letting my eyes scan over the note, my heart stopped. I glanced up at Sam with an expression of pure wonder. He nodded his head lightly and pointed to the papers. I picked them up with shaking fingers and read the title of ownership.

“But, Sam,” I said after jumping into his arms. “How can we afford it?”

“With my frequent raises and a promotion on the rise, I had enough that I have been setting away for some time now. I’ve seen you eying that house, and with Wesley growing older, we can’t live in this apartment forever. He needs a real home.”

I nestled my chin into his shoulder and squeezed him tighter.

—

And so, in the span of a few months, we had sold our apartment. With the help of family and friends, our new house had everything packed inside it. It was officially ours.

It was our house. Our new beautiful home. New memories would be made here. With the selling of the apartment went the sad memories connected with it. The tears spilled and the death of a child and romance. What did we have here? A family who loved each other dearly. A family willing to make new, happy memories.

Wesley loved exploring every nook and cranny he could get into. His new room was beautiful, and he seemed to enjoy it.

So much so that he never wanted either Sam or me to leave him when we put him in bed for the night. Poor buddy.

But we needed some time alone, too. To make new, happy memories.

Blaze Legacy — Gen. 2.17

20 Aug 2011 Leave a comment

by writerstrinkets in Generation Two, Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Chapter Seventeen

The Art of Pregnancy, by Belle Blaze.

Part L’une

Waking up in your previously comfortable bed to excruciating pain coming from your back. The pain can’t be localized to one area, but rather, the entire vicinity of your spine. You struggle to keep the moaning and groaning to a hushed whisper, but in the process of forcing yourself to turn to the other side, you wake your husband up. “Another back ache?” Are the usual words that come out of their mouth as they struggle to keep awake. You mumble a response.

Here’s where my life gets to be one hundred percent better than most women. My husband (or rather, my Sam) rolls himself out of bed instantaneously and is at my side within seconds, lifting my up ever so gently. He then proceeds to administer the best massage ever bestowed upon a single person. Within minutes we’re entangled in each other’s arms in bed once again, one of his hands cautiously splayed out on my growing stomach. If ever there was a fairytale marriage, I’d say we qualified very well.

Part Deux

While there are downers to being pregnant, there are certainly many benefits. My personal favorite would be the ability you acquire in keeping your body asleep for the early morning hours. Take no mind that you are actually exhausted from the late nights and constant awakenings while the early hours tick ever on.

Your husband has now taken on the taxing responsibility of coming up with some form of food for you two to munch on. Taking in mind that not all men are born with the finesse in the art of cookery that you may be, you can find some enjoyment in the fact that you didn’t have to slave to make your meals. If the food is at least edible, your set to go.

The few times that the fire alarm blares off is just your husband’s way of telling that the food is most certainly done. it only happens once or twice a day, and if you’re really lucky, maybe just twice a week. Your husband will eventually figure out how to take a shower under a few minutes, pull on his work uniform and still manage to look presentable, at least, and get the meal out before it’s kindling the oven. This talent might be useful later in life.

Part Trois

Learn how to become blissful in ignorance when your husband mopes around the house after an especially ‘rough’ morning. Besides, in 9 months time, your places will most likely be switched, give or take a few extra burdens. Experiencing a bit of ‘mother-hood’ is good for him. Let him glory in it. Even if he complains, remember that this is the best thing for him. If he’s a good man, he’ll cherish those times later on. It just might take a year or so for him to come to terms with it…

When he flashes you that Tomorrow-You’re-Taking-Over look, just sashay across the room as best you can and grasp his hands in your own. (Caution to those who have passed the sixth month stage, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. May result in laughter.) A bit of a squeeze might be useful in wrenching his heart from the previous distaste in you to one of love. This technique is very useful.

Criticism must be handled with extreme caution. Too little and you’re taste buds will soon become accustomed to scorched food. Too much will result in a make-your-own-breakfast the proceeding morning. And, no, the sashay maneuver usually will not remedy this. The happy medium must be tested and reached. Once there, you’re good as gold.

Part Quatre

When you begin to go through the rough stages of wondering whether this whole thing was a good idea after all, visit your sister-in-law and their new baby. Make sure to call ahead and ask if little Embrie is going through a good or bad day. Depending on the answer, either visit or suddenly come down with morning sickness and therefore not be able to travel in a vehicle for the rest of the day.

Converse as mother and mother to be for awhile. Learn the tricks of the trade. Take an abundant amount of mental notes ranging from how to change a very messy diaper all the way to handling a husband’s inability to break his hypnotic happiness and get his butt to work. Any and all information may be useful later.

Allow people to rub your belly when they want. Under the guise of ‘feeling the baby move’, their warm fingers become a great massaging tool. Make sure you feel kicks very often depending on what kind of a day you are having.

Get the feel for cradling a baby. Try as best as possible to ignore the swollen lump on your stomach while getting the feel of rocking your scapegoat baby back and forth. Don’t be alarmed when they cry randomly. For some reason, babies do that. You’ll have to get used to that.

While you’re at it, make sure you give a helping hand to your dozing off sister-in-law. Put the child to bed instead of forcing her mother up to do the work herself. This might help in gaining help yourself when your own baby is born. It may sound conniving, but it’s really an incredible way to gather helpers when you will be too tired to do all this work yourself.

Visit multiple women with children to gain even more help. Hey, they know you’re pregnant, and they most certainly know what you are in for. If they have any decency in them, they’ll want to help you out as often as you had with them later on.

Besides, holding a gurgling baby is almost always worth it. Especially when it’s little Faith and she loves her Auntie B more than life itself.

Part Cinq

Things aren’t all happiness and rainbows during pregnancy. There’s a range from the morning sickness all the way up to becoming a glorified maid all day. What else is a woman to do when her husband is off at work all day and she can’t go to work herself? Sitting at home doing nothing is not an option. Instead, a woman feels compelled to clean, clean, clean.

Keep in mind that the grime will come increasingly fast while your husband takes over the cooking during the remainder of the next nine months. While it is unpleasant for you, your husband will find no wrong with it and continue to help build up the sticky goodness.

While your husband does not exhibit signs of ‘grossing out’ over the mire that becomes your kitchen every day, you will become frustrated. This is not optional. You may anxiously tap your foot with you arms crossed across your chest while waiting for him to walk through the door that night or your face even become a raging storm.

Yet when he walks in the door and strolls across the room to begin talking to your yet unborn child, your previous anger will melt into ecstasy. He’s learned the technique of getting you happy as quickly as you, just learn to go with it.

Part Six

On days when torment and agony wrench at your back and you don’t have the hands of wonder there to rub it away for you, invite your parents over. They want to get to bond with you as often as possible during your entire pregnancy. You will begin to think this child is more important to them than even you were, but pay no heed to that schizophrenic voice in your mind telling you to be mad.

Be prepared for almost constant oohs and ahhs emitting from their mouths at the minutest of details you pour forth. They want to know every single tiny thing that has happened and they will respond earnestly. The almost instant worry over how obsessive they are must be turned around to know that your child will be the most spoiled of all grandchildren. Hopefully.

Again, drink in all the love and affection they gush out on you. This is a great time to re-build your relationship with them and make it dynamic. While it’s easy to believe, they love you more than life itself.

Part Sept

The months of unbearable agony have begun. You will constantly wish the baby would just make its appearance quicker than planned. The long, restless nights and the days filled to the brim with grumpiness, cleaning and trying to act like you actually care have taken hold of you. You have become big enough to create your own zip code and your face is a lot chubbier than it originally was. Every time you take a passing glance in the mirror, you notice that you begin to look more like Augustus Gloop every day in every way.

Shoving food down your throat more often than even an elephant does, you begin to wonder if the grocery bills will ever spiral back down. Even though the doubting creeps in, remember that after the baby is out of your body, you’ll have another mouth to feed. That’s a comforting thought.

Reading becomes another habit once you’ve mastered the ability to clean the dirty house in under an hour. It’s a big task considering you walk around at turtle speed now and bending over is near impossible. Yet you’ve still become a gold master at this art and should consider yourself top of your class. Relaxing with a piece of literature is a good enough prize, right?

On your loneliest days, very near the due date, ‘surprise’ visits from your brother and sister come in often. All women know their worried working husbands have something to do with this, but you are grateful for it anyway. Knowing that you won’t have to endure another 8 hour day alone is a comfort.

Especially when a surprise visit from your niece is also included. It’s a hard task trying to hold a baby with your now very enlarged stomach in the way of everything, but you manage it anyways, imagining the child is your own.

This child comes with benefits. When your arms become too weak to hold it, or an unpleasant smell comes from the direction of the baby, you can hand it off to her father. They seem to love them even though they cry for everything and stink up a room. You can only hope you’ll be the same way.

Part Huit

Finding out if you’ll make a great parent becomes the second to last step. Your stomach cramps up into the worst pain a human being can ever experience. You find out that your pain intolerance, while it is high, is pushing its way above your previous highest level. This does not seem a happy experience at all and you begin to wonder why this had been a brilliant idea in the first place. Maybe you can wish the child away right now…

After twenty minutes in a place of intense anguish and misery, your husband bursts through the door. This is when you become excited that he is a doctor himself. Maybe he can birth the baby with his own hands. But he insists that he can’t do it and dashes your hopes…

…this is when you begin to wonder if your husband is a doctor at all. He becomes one big mess of worry and utter confusion. And this is when you are grateful that you have a brother and sister over who have experienced this before and are willing to drive you to the hospital. So much for the easy-going, tough husband.

The arrival at the hospital leaves you with a feeling of both relief and terror. You get to spend the next eight hours trying to force a baby out of you, but at the same time, once all is finished, you’re going to be done with this whole nine-months-in-difficulty thing.

Part Neuf

Waking up to find that you have finished your agony and are now relaxed in a bed in your hospital room. The feeling that washes over you is one of pure happiness and relaxation. Maybe the whole nine month deal was worth it after all.

But when you lay eyes on your first born son who you’ve named something along the lines of Wesley, you know for sure that it was most definitely, without a doubt the best decision you had made in your life.

Part Dix

Finally getting to rest, nestled in the arms of your loved one with your baby in a crib near you. Finally getting to go a night with uninterrupted sleep.

Blaze Legacy — Gen. 2.16

30 Jul 2011 1 Comment

by writerstrinkets in Generation Two, Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,

Chapter Sixteen

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t believe that Sam and I were finally married. I had the ring glistening on my finger and the man holding onto my arm, but I still felt like I was in a dream-world. Any moment now I’ll wake up and he won’t be there.

But I quickly came into reality and found everything was very true. I couldn’t have been happier.

“So, does the honeymoon suite fit your appetite?” Sam asked with a grin on his face.

I poked him playfully in the chest. “Of course it does.” A yawn escaped my mouth. I tried to stifle it, but Sam noticed.

“It is getting rather late, isn’t it? Do you want to catch a small nap before tonight?”

Quickly grabbing a pillow from the bed, I threw it at his face. “I’m not that tired. I’ve just got jet-lag.”

 

He whipped the pillow from my hand and threw it back on the bed. Wiggling his fingers, he dug them into my stomach. I laughed and tried to push them away.

“Stop it, Sam! You know how ticklish I am!”

He laughed. “That’s the point.”

“Well, good thing I know where your ticklish spot is.” I wiggled my fingers under his arm. He laughed merrily and playfully smacked me on the shoulder.

We went for a few more rounds before I slipped into the bathroom. Finally, the moment I had always wanted with Sam, my new husband. I forced myself into the ‘night wear’ my sisters had bought me. I should’ve known. Hopefully Sam would like it enough. It sure was tight!

Though, I do admit. It was kind of pretty.

I think Sam thought so, too.

“Belle, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve laid my eyes on. How did I ever get lucky enough to become your husband?”

I smiled and sidled into his arms. “It’s funny, I was just trying to figure out how I ever got lucky enough to become your wife.”

It was definitely the best night I had ever had in my entire life. Chris had never made me feel this way. I shuddered at the thought of being with Chris. Why had I ever wasted my life on him?

—

Sam and I tried to enjoy Paris as much as possible, but it was hard to look at the city when you had a handsome man by your side? I found myself constantly staring at him and then looking down at my ring.

We did get to tour several places, though. My favorite being the nectary. It was such a fun experience. Both Sam and I got to take part in making our own bottle.

Yes, it was completely fun. Getting to smash grapes with your feet is always a joy. If I were back home, I never would have imagined myself doing something like this, but here I was, smashing grapes with my toes in Paris. Amazing.

And there was a hottie to help me smash them.

I was never great with mechanical things, so Sam took over that step in the process. I calmly waited in the sidelines, watching my husband do the work.

At the end of the day, we finally got our bottle. It was a little too dry for my taste, but it was still fun getting to drink something that you made. It wasn’t every day that you had an experience like this. And an amazing husband to go back to your hotel room with.

And we both got to go exploring in some mysterious pink pool. It was a pretty awesome thing, but the pool seemed to go on forever. I never made it to the bottom, but Sam did.

—

On our last few days in Paris, we took a tour to the top of a huge tower. We hired a photographer to take some pictures there that we could bring back to our family. They wanted to know everything that happened on our trip. I’d leave out some details though…

We had to leave eventually. But we had a home to go back to. It had been fun, and we had made incredible memories, but for some reason, I was becoming homesick. Especially with the soon to be births of my siblings children.

—

Coming home, we were both incredibly tired. But rightfully so. We’d been delayed for almost a full day when our plane was cancelled. It felt relaxing to finally be in the safe comfortable perimeter of our own home.

Sam and I decided to take over Logan and Zoe’s old bedroom as our own. Mine was just a bit too small and would need remodeling before we might take it over.

Being in each other’s arms was heaven. When my mom and dad used to tell us children how much they loved each other, I used to think it was disgusting. Even as I grew older, I couldn’t imagine being that in love with someone. But now? I was astounded with the love that I felt emanating from my new husband.

Even after we had fallen asleep, I would wake up periodically throughout the night and just stare at him. I didn’t want this kind of love to ever wear off. This was the kind of love that would last forever.

—

We’d adjusted well to life together. We both went into work at the same time every morning, kissing each other goodbye and not wanting to leave each other for the day. But we can home around the same time and collapsed in each others arms.

I was always upset when Sam’s hospital beeper rang for him to rush in to work, though. Oftentimes I was expecting a nice night, wrapped up in his arms in front of the tv, but then he had to rush off and leave me alone until the middle of the night. But work couldn’t be helped. I had enough work myself.

Now that my routine was coming back into order, I was busy yet again. As CEO, I was busy making calls, sending emails, and typing up reports at home.

Yet for a month or so, I’d been waking up with bad stomach aches every morning. This was all too familiar. I had experience this before, and I was scared of the possibilities. Yet, I tried to push it off on the fact that Sam came home with lots of germs every day. Maybe I had caught a virus from one of his patients. That had to be it, right?

Yet from the beginning of the frequent nauseousness and the throwing up, I knew exactly what was wrong with me. I didn’t want to except it. In fact, I was scared.

I don’t want to be pregnant again.

But it had to be true. All the signs were there. I even took an early test and it came out positive. One side of me was excited, but the main part was terrified. My last pregnancy had ended so horrible. I was traumatized after that. Would the same thing happen with this child?

I would have thought Sam would have picked up on every sign and diagnosed my ‘symptom’ quickly, before I even had time to confirm it. But he didn’t. He sure seemed too clueless to be a doctor.

As I doubled over one morning when he walked by with a bowl of cereal, he quickly set it down and rushed to my side. “Belle, are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Just feeling a little under the weather.”

“Maybe I should check you out, you’ve been acting strange these past few days.”

I shook my head and ran a finger down his cheek. “I’m really okay. Don’t worry, okay, darling?”

He smiled and kissed my cheek gently. “That’s going to be a hard thing to do.”

With that said, I tried to eat, knowing it wouldn’t stay down very long. In fact, not to Sam’s knowledge, I’d been taking some vacation days off. While he thought I was working hard some afternoons, I was actually moaning on the couch. I wanted to tell him, but I was scared. I was conflicted. He was my husband, he had a right to know. This baby was as much his and it was mine.

—

One afternoon, Sam was going to check in on Zoe and Ellie with their pregnancies. I wanted to come along, but was feeling too sick to do so. I claimed that work was pressuring me again, so I had to stay back and get something accomplished.

Thankfully Sam did drop in on Zoe first. Logan was gone at work, and if not for Sam coming, we would have gotten a rushed phone call asking us to whisk her away to the hospital.

She had been having contractions all morning and she couldn’t get herself off the couch. Sam rushed her right to the hospital. On his way, he called both Logan and me. We were both there as quick as our feet would take us.

And within a few hours, I had a beautiful new baby niece. Miss Faith Blaze. We all oohed and ahhed over her cuteness for several hours before we left father, mother and daughter be. They needed some alone time.

On our way out of the hospital, Sam turned to me and smiled brightly. He had tears brimming in his eyes, I swear.

“Oh, Belle. New life is such a wonderful thing. Babies have always amazed me. Can’t you wait until we have some to call our own?” He rubbed a hand gently down my face.

It was then that I knew I had to tell him about my pregnancy. He was going to be the best father and nothing was going to go wrong with this pregnancy. I had a wonderful husband to hold on to, one that would be there for me every step of the way. But I needed just a little extra time to plan my announcement. I wanted it to be perfect.

—

It wasn’t too long after the birth of Faith, that Ellie and Joe’s second child arrived. I was blessed with another niece. Grace Jones. And what a sweetheart she was! She sported a tuft of blonde hair, just like her mother’s. She was the sweetest thing, just like her brother. Ellie and Joe had it too good, honestly.

As soon as things were settled back down at their house, both Sam and I headed over to see the latest edition to our family. I hadn’t seen Kyle in awhile either. He had a birthday coming up. Oh, how fast they grow!

As we arrived, I glanced across the street. Was that a for sale sign? In front of a house I’d had my eyes on for a long time now? My skipped a beat. But, no. It could never happen. Sam and I were content in our apartment.

It was an immediate reaction to fall in love with the little bundle of cuteness in your arms. She was such a happy baby and smiled all the time. A pain overtook my stomach.

I passed her on to Sam and headed for the bathroom. I think Ellie knew what was up, but I gave her a sharp glance. The beans didn’t need to be spilled just yet.

When I got back, Sam was feeding Grace. He would make such a good father.

That’s when I made the decision to tell him as soon as we arrived home the next night. He needed to know. Soon enough, we’d have a child of our own to pour our love onto.

—

Food was definitely not settling well. I was getting to the stage where certain smells made me vomit. This wasn’t very pleasant, but the growing life inside of me definitely was.

I was getting nervous. Tonight I was going to tell Sam everything. Though, I was surprised he couldn’t tell I was pregnant. Silly man.

“Honey, after supper, meet me in the bedroom. I have something to tell you.”

He just stared at me. “Should I be concerned?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

My stomach was churning as he walked into the room that night. This was it. I was going to tell him everything. How would he take the news?

“Now, tell me.” He said grabbing my shoulder. “What is this news?”

“I’m pregnant, Sam.”

 

“You’re…you’re…”

“Yes, pregnant!” I squealed.

He hopped from foot to foot with excitement. Finally, he grabbed my hands and we spun in a circle, laughing the whole way. A concerned look quickly overtook his face. He gently placed a hand on my stomach.

“We shouldn’t be spinning. I don’t want to harm the baby.”

I laughed. “It won’t harm it, I promise.”

We quickly fell into a nightly routine of him talking to our child. He told it storied and how it’s daddy’s day had been at work. He told it how it was being born into a wonderful family with an amazing mother. I said the same of him.

Yes, he was going to make the best father in the entire world.

Blaze Legacy — Gen. 2.15

19 Jul 2011 2 Comments

by writerstrinkets in Generation Two, Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Chapter Fifteen

Everyone had been thrilled beyond all measure when we broke the news of our engagement. Mom and dad both exclaimed, ‘I KNEW YOU WOULD END UP WITH SAM’ at the top of their lungs while frantically trying to both hug us at once. Ellie, Logan, and Aaron all squealed (yes, even my brothers) and congratulated me up and down. Life had taken an incredible twist for the better since my break-up with Chris. Then, I wouldn’t have been able to even dream of something this wonderful. But now? I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

We planned for months after our engagement. We met regularly with mom, my sisters and sisters-in-law, and Sam’s youngest sister, Chloe, to plan for our wedding. We had to wait a whole year for our marriage to take place, but we knew we could wait. Even though it was extra hard at times.

Sam and I decided that him moving into my apartment would be best. And when that got too small, we’d explore for better options.

But as the wedding drew near, my anxiety rose. I was beyond excited for my wedding and to be in the arms of the man I loved every night, but then what bride isn’t just a little nervous for her wedding? I wanted it to be perfect. We’d waited so long for this.

So, on the night before my wedding, I had some nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I headed out for my bachelorette party. It was just a small party including my mom, sisters, sister-in-law, and me.

“So, how is our bride-to be feeling?” Mom enveloped me in a hug with a laugh.

I smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. “Just a bit nervous. But I can’t wait. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to sleep tonight!”

“Trust me, darling, get all the rest you can tonight. You’re not going to be sleeping much tomorrow night.”

“MOM!” I playfully jabbed her in the side.

“Well, it’s the truth.” She laughed.

“Okay everyone, listen up!” Mom called out. “We are here to celebrate the last day, or night, rather, of singleness for the amazing Belle. Who is ready to party?”

“Because I know I am!” She pulled something out from behind her back and began to shake it furiously.

“Mom…don’t you dare!”

She cackled like a witch and pointed the top towards me.

And that’s when it all started. The butterflies left my stomach and I was able to enjoy a very fun night with the people I loved.

Yeah, a very fun night, indeed. I couldn’t believe my mother had ‘ordered’ some dancers to come.

I enjoyed it, but I think Peyton was a little embarrassed. I mean, considering she and Aaron had just found out that they, too, were expecting their first child. Aaron and she were inseparable more than ever. I bet she felt like she might have been cheating on him.

Mom was getting older every day, I couldn’t deny that fact, but she still had a lo of spunk left in her. I definitely admired her for it.

Zoe was towards the section in her pregnancy when certain smells made her sick. She wasn’t very lively during the party, which she apologized for, but I totally understood. I remembered that stage of pregnancy very well.

The party was definitely fun. But the slight headache after wasn’t. I hoped I wouldn’t have too much of a hangover the next day.

Or bruises…

—

I slept pretty restlessly that night, wishing every moment would speed by so I would be in my new husband’s arms.

Getting ready was a big hassle. Ellie, Zoe, Peyton and mom showed up to try and help me gussy up and get in my dress. It was pretty crammed having so many women fit into a small bathroom, but we managed.

And I came out looking beautiful, according to them all. “We’ve ever seen such a gorgeous bride!”

“But you all were prettier than I!” I would counter back.

Ellie had hired a photographer to take pictures for us. I’m glad she took over that area. The pictures turned out beyond lovely.

The feeling of finally being at my wedding was something I can’t begin to even describe. It was like heaven collided with earth and the two were inseparable.

I hadn’t really had time to socialize with Sam’s youngest sister Chloe for awhile. Not since we were kids. It was fun getting caught up. Such a shame Raine couldn’t make it to the wedding due to her recent move.

I was so thankful to see my beautiful little nephew at the wedding. He was getting bigger every day. I couldn’t believe it. And Ellie was rather blushing with the recent expansion of her stomach. She would be having a new addition to her family very soon.

Aaron seemed a little tired at the wedding, though he did try to push those feelings away. Peyton was getting to the stage where constant stomach aches and back aches plagued her. Poor Aaron was up with his wife almost all night most of the time.

Though Peyton looked tired, you could tell she was beyond excited to be carrying their first child.

And Zoe was excited, too. There wasn’t a moment she didn’t have a hand on her stomach and a smile on her face. Logan and she would make great parents.

Mother looked gorgeous. She was getting older, you could tell, but there was nothing that was stopping her from being her spry self.

When the moment finally came for me to move down the aisle, my legs were shaking nonstop. There, at the end of the aisle, was the most gorgeous husband I had ever laid eyes on. Was this feeling real? Earth had slipped away and only heaven remained.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“Sam, though we were as foolish as could be our growing up years, I am happy it all came to this. Finally, I am living out my dream. Placing this ring around your finger means a bond that can not be broken between us. This bond was waiting all these years for us to accept it. Through everything we will be together and lean upon each other for support and love.”

“Belle, with this ring I commit my everlasting love to you. Though we were absent from each other for all those years, I never forgot an inch of your face. Fate played us well. We are finally where we need to be. In each other’s arms.”

I’ll forever say there was nothing quite like our wedding. Through thick and thin we would always be in each other’s arms, there was no possible doubt about that.

—

Bonjour, à Paris!

Blaze Legacy — Gen. 2.14

02 Jul 2011 4 Comments

by writerstrinkets in Generation Two, Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , ,

((A little note: I use some lyrics from both ‘At Last’ by Etta James and ‘Counting’ by Christina Grimmie in this chapter. It might make for great effect to listen to either song either while reading this chapter or just listen to the music and look at the pictures. 😉 ))

Chapter Fourteen

The words on the screen in front of me spelled out his name. Sam Daniels. I gulped and hesitated as the phone kept ringing and buzzing in my hand. It had only been a day since our…night out on the town. While my hangover had been fairly bad, I hadn’t forgotten about the love I felt for him on the beach. Was it real love then? If it hadn’t been the effects of the drink, what else could it be?

Two more rings and the phone would go to voice mail. I contemplated letting him leave a message. But, for some reason, I clicked the green button and heard my voice speaking out.

“Sam?”

“Yes.”

I gulped and looked down at the floor. Awkward silence.

“Hey, Belle, can you come to my apartment in, say…an hour?”

I scratched my forehead. Nothing going on. “Yeah, I should be able to do that.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.”

What was that? Why did he want me to come over to his apartment? I regretted not asking. But I couldn’t just not show up. It would take everything to face him after the night on the beach. What if he didn’t feel the same?

Not moments had passed before it seemed I was standing in front of him. I don’t eve know how I got my shaky legs up to his apartment.

“Uhm, Belle…I wanted to apologize for the other night. I shouldn’t have been so forward. I don’t know what got into me. It was really silly to–”

“No, Sam.” I interrupted. I took a deep breath. This was going to take a lot of courage to get out there. “Sam, I don’t regret the time we spent out there. In fact, Sam, I loved it. Very much.”

“I’m getting older every day, Sam, and I’m realizing my mistakes every moment. It was foolish for me to try and repress my feelings for you. So, while you might not have felt the same as I, I cherished every moment we spent together on the beach.”

He looked to the ground and smiled slightly. My heart was beating faster with every second. How would he react? I didn’t want this to be the end of us.

“You know what, Belle? The truth is I feel the same way. I didn’t want to assume you did, though, so I had to apologize.” He scratched his arm. “Why were we so stupid when we were younger, Belle? Why did we wait so long?”

“I don’t know. But where to we go from here?”

His face erupted into a smile. “How about a date tonight?”

I bit my bottom lip and giggled.

—

I soaked long and hard in the shower, wishing to all goodness that our date would turn out to be beyond beautiful and magical. I wanted so much to spend as much of the time that I had left in Bridgeport with him. I wanted it to be more than beautiful. I wanted it to be the best memories of my life.

Heck, I’d even gone to the store and got a new dress for the occasion. It was a cute one and I hoped Sam would like it. I wanted to please him in every way.

When he picked me up, he just stared for several moments with his mouth open before exclaiming earnestly that I looked gorgeous. I blushed and complimented him back.

He never told me, despite my begging, where we were going. ‘Somewhere special’ he always exclaimed. I just had to sit back in my seat and watch the world around us pass by as we made our way to our secret place.

Turns out he took me to a place called the ‘Butterfly Esplanade’. And, my, was that place beautiful! Butterflies fluttering around, landing gracefully on flowers and sucking on them. But I really could only see one handsome man through it all.

“Where are we going?”

Sam laughed. “Just go and trust me. You’ll love it.”

And so I did. I’m so glad I believed in him. When we came out on the other side of the underground tunnel, the beauty was impeccable. Butterflies zooming around our heads, flowers, trees and bushes lining a brick pathway. It was like walking into Narnia, minus the snow.

“I come here often when I need to clear my thoughts.” Sam explained. “It helps to share my thoughts with these little creatures. You might find they help sort out your thoughts better than anything else.”

I was skeptical at first, but they really were friendly little things. There was something magical about holding a small, delicate creature like a butterfly in the palm of your hand. It sort of tickled your skin as they walked across it. We both giggled in delight.

“Oh, Sam.” I collapsed into his arms. How comforting they were. “Thank you for taking me here. It’s divine.”

He dug his chin into my shoulder and nodded slowly. “Isn’t it though? Here, come sit on this bench with me.”

This morning I had been afraid Sam wouldn’t share the Sam would share the same emotions as I. And also that maybe I wouldn’t be able to go through with pouring my love out to him. But now? Those fears had been dashed away. Laying there encircled in his arms I felt completely safe and at home.

And I knew he felt the same way.

At last, my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song

Oh, yeah, at last
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clovers

The night I looked at you
I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to rest my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known

Oh, yeah when you smile, you smile
Oh, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven

For you are mine
At last

“Oh, Sam…why did we waste so much time?”

He didn’t answer with words…but with kisses. Not either of us knew the reason why, but the past was the past. The present is the present. And I wouldn’t have wanted to have been anywhere else right now.

“Belle, I love you with all my heart. No girl could compare to your beauty. And though this be our first date, I can’t begin to describe just how much you have etched yourself into my heart. I’d like to ask if you’d be my girlfriend. For real, this time. No more silly kids games.”

“Let this answer for you…”

It was becoming darker by the second by the time we let go of each other and began making our way back. I would give up everything for that time to be put on a constant repeat. Such beautiful, tender moments. But I knew this time I wasn’t going to let this man slip through my fingers.

—

But although I had become increasingly happy in the few short weeks that followed, I knew my time in Bridgeport was coming to a quick close. Before I knew it, I only had one meeting left and I was scheduled to depart back to my hometown within the next few days. How could I break this news to Sam? It would break his heart as it was doing mine.

That’s why when he showed up that night, I didn’t know how to react. I went along with everything as usual, but I knew I had to break the news to him. But when? He would have to know before I left. But I didn’t know how I could break the news to him…

“Hey, you! Let’s go out tonight and watch the stars again. I’ve got another favorite place yet that I haven’t showed you yet.”

“But I’m in my pajamas, silly. I can’t go anywhere.”

Sam laughed slightly. “I think you look adorable. You’ll be fine, I promise.”

And so we left…just like that. Me in my pink pajama goodness and all. But, my, was I glad I had agreed to go along when we got there.

The view was better than at the beach that one night. All the lights splashed together to form a collage of beauty.

For an hour I felt like the world was gone and I forgot about my recent worries. But then it all hit me. This beautiful place and the wonderful man I was with would be gone within mere days. A shiver ran through my body. I crossed my arms over each other and let the shudders pass through. Tears were threatening to come up this time.

A hand wrapped around my waist. “Are you cold, darling? Let me help you warm up.”

That’s when the tears began to fall. I turned around and buried my face into his chest. He comforted me, but asked me what was the matter.

“I have to go back home in two days, Sam. My last meeting is tomorrow.”

He looked dazed for a few moments. But he quickly stopped so he could grab me into his arms and tell me everything was going to be okay.

“It will all pan out fine, you’ll see. Just lay down and close your eyes. Breathe all the beautiful air in.”

And I did. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep on the ground, sleeping my worries away with the best man in the world within inches of me.

Yet when Sam brought me back to my own bed, I remembered it all. And I couldn’t help but cry myself to sleep.

—

Thankfully, when I woke up to tear-stained eyes and a headache, I was surprised to find a very uplifting email in my inbox. Ellie AND Zoe were pregnant. I was going to be an aunt again…two more times! That was one thing to look forward to…

As far as Sam and I went, we spent every possible second with each other after I announced my near departure. Picnics, star-gazing, a movie, clubs, everything we could go to, we went. It was the best time I’d had in a long time.

“They’re gorgeous, Sam! They must have cost a fortune.” I took the beautiful bouquet in my hands and dug my nose in. “And they smell delightful.”

He plucked one of the buds from its stem and helped me tuck it behind my ear. Smiling, he let his fingers drag across my cheek. I traced his fingers with mine and blushed.

As the night wore on, I couldn’t believe in the next twelve hours I would be on a train back home, making unwanted distance between me and Sam.

These last few hours had to count.

“I’m naming that one, Sam. After you.” I grasped his hand and squeezed.

“And look!” Sam said, pointing. “It’s right next to the one I named after you.”

I didn’t want to drive back. But it inevitably had to be done. I tried to imagine the ride back as going as slowly as possible. But it wasn’t enough time. No time would be enough.

—

Getting to the subway station was the worst ride I’d ever taken. I had to be gone within the hour. But how could I leave Sam? After we’d finally accepted the love we shared with one another? When would I see him again? In a month? Or longer? I didn’t want to handle that thought.

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was let the tears fall and bury myself into his shoulders.

“Sam, I can’t leave you.”

“Belle,” he ran his fingers through my hair gently. “I’ll be back before you know it. It won’t seem like such a long time. Trust me.”

“I hope you’re right. Because I love you too much, you know.”

“I know.”

We embraced and kissed one last final time before I had to get on the subway to the train station. It was almost impossible for me to get on that train, but I had to force myself to do it.

With every inch we went along, my heart began to ache for Sam.

A million more miles ’till I get to see you,
A thousand more minutes I know I’ll have to go through.
Counting my way back to you, to you.


A thousand more thoughts of us to consume me,
too many steps ’till you’re right in front of me.
Counting my way back to you, to you.

“Ma’am, is the seat next to you taken?”

I shook my head slowly and mumbled a ‘no’.

“Good, because I can be the luckiest guy now. Getting to sit by the most beautiful lady and all…”

My breath was taken away and my heart thumped faster.

“SAM?!”

I turned around to find him standing in front of me. How on earth did he get here? I stared, confused, for several moments before stumbling into his arms.

“What…how did you even…what’s going on here?” The words flew out of my mouth.

“We can’t be separated, Belle. Not anymore. I requested a week ago that I be transferred from the hospital here back to our home hospital. When it was accepted, I was thrilled beyond belief. Now I’ll get to keep my position and be with the girl I love.”

“But you gave up the experience and credentials of working in one of the best hospitals in the country…”

“None of that matters to me, Belle. You’re the reason I’m happy now…”

“And I want to show that to you in more than one way.”

“What are you talking about?” I put a hand on the wall to stabilize myself from falling on the train.

“Belle Blaze, let’s stop taking chances. Will you be my wife?”

I gasped loudly, feeling my emotions rising quickly. There was no possible way I could say no to this.

Saying ‘no’ to the man of my dreams would be suicide.

“Yes, Sam, my love, I will marry you.”

The train ride home was one of the best moments I had ever lived through in my entire life. No one could have ripped that memory away from me if they tried. I was completely and utterly happy.

At last, my love has come along…
and you are mine,
at last.

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