Daquiri Blush Charming!

That’s right! My Charmingly mischevious twin won out the vote by quite a number! I really appreciate all of you that took the time to vote and help me out in making this decision! I absolutely adore them both, so choosing on my own was gonna be really rough! 😀

Looking forward to the next chapters, and upcoming generation! ❤

No, generation 1 isn’t already over! Voting now, however, helps me plan because I’ll know who I’ll be dealing with. ^~^

So without further adu, lets peek at the twins, and pick who we’re passing the torch to!

Cerise Rose

Cerise will be:

Exciteable

Loves the Outdoors

Family Oriented

Nurturing

Virtuoso

Daquiri Blush

Daquiri Will Be:

Easily Impressed

Friendly

Mischevious

Brave

Athletic

So much to do, so little time.

Even waking up the day of their birthdays, when I look at my little girls, it’s so hard to believe they will age up today.

“Are you ready to be a big girl today, little Mrs. Early Bird?”

“Ahgoo!”

I had put a lot of thought into planning a party. I didn’t know many people, but I had a few friends I had met online that I was eager to meet anyways, so they had all agreed to come.

Thankfully I had redone my house a bit, so I wasn’t ashamed of having company over.

After fixing up the cake, with a candle for each of my girls, I did some tidying up. I had finished just in time for everyone to show up. Although to my disappointment, my best friend Cheri could not make it, due to her babysitter canceling.

Instead there for the girls were my other two nearest and dearest, Toffee Candy and Chardonay Swizzle.

I was eager to get things started, so with some good music singing from the radio, I brought my girls to their very first birthday cake.

First was my little Cerise…

But she wanted nothing to do with the candle on that cake, it frightened her…

Instead, after some fuss, I put her down, blew it out for her, and with a big smile, my first born grew before my eyes into a stunning little lady!

I could have cried at how beautiful she was! She had grown so fast, and was now pointing a little finger at Chardonay, who was holding her twin.

Handing her over to me, my little Daquiri, ever opposite to her sister, was brave in the face of this new thing, and clinged close to me, as we blew out her very first birthday candle!

Just like her sister she grew before my eyes…and my goodness she took after Pommy! Although I wasn’t quite sure where the cute little freckles on her nose came from, I wanted to kiss each one!

Cerise crawled right over to her, and my girls giggled at each other and their new look. I could only hope they would always stay this way. Close to one another.

Once I had both their attention I gathered everyone together, to  set off a firework I had bought for each of my girls. I have to admit I was a littler nervous of them, but just knew the girls would adore them!

We all couldn’t help but cheer at the display, and Daquiri helped things along with her little “Ooo”‘s, and “OH!”‘s. Cerise enjoyed the show, but clinged shyly to her sister’s arm the entire time.

Chardonay and Toffee had brought some noisemakers, and were over in their corner carrying on like it was new years.

I was glad to have finally met my friends, and I went over to cut the cake and chat with them. I had let the girls into the house so they could play with their activity table I had bought them. This was I could safely watch them through the window.

Chardonay had gone in to eat her cake and fuss over the girls while Toffee and I danced to a mutual favourite song. She would be a really great mother one day.

It really is a shame he’s married….isn’t that always the way though?Cute. Fashionable, fun, and VERY taken! *Grumpy face*

Eventually though the party had ended and everyone went home, leaving me and my little angels…and a rather annoying mess…

I had a full night of cleaning, while the girls continued on their fun with new toys…

By the time the sun had set on our day we were all already exhausted, and in bed…

Happy Birthday little ones….

The call to my mother had gone more smoothly than I had imagined it would.
I had called with every intention of having to blackmail my mother into helping me. (I’d have never wanted to do such a thing of course, but I’d do whatever I had to to protect my baby at this point.)

Instead I had only had to tell her what was going on…and how I dealt with it.

Though she did wire the money I would need to move away from Twizzlerbrook, I was told I could never call again because my father was still angry with me.

That suited me just fine. I just needed out of this cage, where everything was Him….

Everything there had reminded me of him, and beyond that, I also didn’t want him around me or my baby…and him knowing where I lived was not going to help me with that.

All I took with me was my suitcase of clothes and my purse. Nothing else there was important.

With the combined money from my mother, and what I got for my little house, I set off for the airport.

I was catching the first flight to Sugar City, and never looking back!

I had never fancied myself as much of a city girl, but I had read how great the schools there were. Lots of nice parks…even a butterfly house!Not to mention the place was drop dead gorgeous.

It seemed the perfect place to bring my little one into the world, and let them grow.

I had spent a few nights in a hotel while I looked around for a place, but finally I found one that was in a nice neighborhood that I could afford.
Unfortunately, most of the places that actually had 2 bedrooms were too expensive for me, but this one did at least have space in the bedroom for a crib, or perhaps even a child’s bed in the future.

It’s biggest drawing points were that it had a great view from the balcony,(Which I would be keeping to door to under lock and key as soon as my kiddo could inch worm across the floor..) and it was in a nicer, quieter part of the city. It seemed loud to me everyhwere, but this little corner of Sugar City seemed less so…

The bad points here, were that he inside was done up in a white on grey on more grey theme…I’d definitely have to work on that over time…

Despite all the bad with Pommy, I actually had taken quite a liking to the color pink…which was likely good since my child could turn out to be a mirror image of that little ba–…delightful person…

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I didn’t dare spend too much of the money had had put back from what was left to live on, but after resting up overnight from my arrival, I went out and got some things to make the future little Charming feel at home…and things to make the place a little more homely to me…

If not for the little splurge on getting myself a tv, I might have felt jealous that all the colorful stuff in the place was for the little Bump! Ha!

I had even gotten myself a new job working for the hospital here in the city for their billing and coding department.

The best news about this job, was that I could work from my home!

They weren’t overly particular where I worked from as long as information got processed as it needed to be.

It would have likely been cheaper at the start to work from a hospital office, but I used some of what was leftover  to also get myself a little home office set up, so that once the kiddo was born, I would be right here whenever he or she needed me.

Things were really settling well. I had my work to distract me from my thoughts and sadness about Pommy, and my worries about motherhood. The work wasn’t even really that hard. Stressful at times maybe, but definately not difficult.

It was my first check coming in the mail though that really made me confident, that from here on out things would be ok.

“I really can do this, all on my own!” I cheered somewhat loudly one evening. Luckily my floor was mostly empty, so no neighbors were disturbed by my outburst. “Take THAT, stupid, selfish, self important MALE!”

“We’re gonna be ok, Little One…I promise…I’ll always be here, no matter what.” I whispered to my not-so-little bump, which promptly responded by flip flopping and seeming to do gymnastics in my belly.

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After a few months I had adjusted nicely to life in Sugar City. My job was going smoothly, and so was my pregnancy…

My house hadn’t changed much, due to the fact that I was stashing most of my money I earned to save for my upcoming hospital bills. Thankfully though, because I worked at the hospital, it wouldn’t cost me too terribly much.

It was on one of my mellow, and somewhat boring days that everything got very…well…exciting…

I had just watched the latest episode of “Its all about the Matsons” (My favourite show, by the way…) and finished up a plate of leftover pasta.

The sound of water from washing my plate had thrown me into the urge to keep what seemed like a routine of going to pee every 15 minutes or so…not literally mind you, just one of the joys of being with child…

So I stepped upstairs, obeyed mother nature, and on my way back down the stairs, she rewarded me for my obedience by deeming it an appropriate time for my water to break.

Sure, I’d been having contractions…but honestly, I had taken them for false labor pains, as those had become pretty common to me..

This, however, was definitely not FALSE!

I’ll admit it, for a moment or two, I panicked. It was scary to have all this starting up without a single supportive or helpful soul nearby. Even more so when you knew no one would be there at all…

But after a moment or two of panic, and changing clothes and grabbing my pack, I made my way to the hospital.

After several painful hours, my daughters were born….

Yes, that’s right. TWINS!

I was kept for nearly a week at the hospital before they felt I was rested and recovered enough to go home.

But on a quiet Thursday I got to bring home Cerise Rose and Daquiri Blush Charming!

Cerise Rose

Daquiri Blush

“Man do I have my work cut out for me…”

(To be continued…!)

It had been days since we had spoken…

The tension in the air at my house was so thick you could almost swim through it.

Thankfully he had been staying out most of the time to avoid me as much as possible.  It stung me a bit at first, but I had reached the point where I didn’t really care to see him anymore.

I wish I could say it was the sight of him that kept making me sick. Sadly, this was not the case…fact of the matter was that I was carrying his child…and he or she was a pro at turning my stomach upside down…

That very problem is what got me sent home from work today…

We were cooking a very fragrant mango chicken dish…and the smell of it, which I usually loved, was now a formula for instant vomit.

I had barely been able to stay out of the ladies room all day, which finally had gotten me sent home to “Sleep it off.”

Once I got home I performed my usual ritual of shedding my clothes and putting on my comfortable jogging pants and loose shirt.

“Now we can breathe, eh kiddo?” I said, looking down to my little bump.

I felt a pang of pain in my belly. Not nausea, just pain…and I knew why…I hadn’t really had much appetite since everything with Pommy had started…

My baby was reminding me that I needed to eat..and so did they.

The next pang of pain was guilt. I was being a horrible mother already, just wallowing in my self pity.

“Ok little one, I read you loud and clear…we’ll take care of each other.” I hummed, moving towards my kitchen

I felt my mind finally settling as I cooked up some Carbonara..my favourite…

The pain of my heart being broken numbed for a moment as I sat down to eat.

“What would my mother do to someone like this…I hardly want to be like her…but…maybe I could use a little of Pandora Dragon Charming right about now…” I muttered to myself…or rather…to my baby…who would now be forced to live with my ramblings.

“I’d eat the little bastard alive.” I could almost hear her voice ring in the back of my mind.

For once, I grinned at the thought of my old family. My mother who had caused me so much pain…how much pain had she endured to become who she was?

I stood from the table, a plan formulating…

“We have work to do…” I said, to me, my child, and in some way..to my mother…

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All the lights were out when he came home. I could see him approaching from his cab.

He was hanging up his phone.

I’ll bet he had talked to HER all night…

He opened the door and reached around to flick on the lights.

I couldn’t help but grin at his reaction from behind my cup of hot tea.

He was horrified, looking around the house, every belonging he or I had that he liked, broken to pieces. Scattered across the floor.

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“Hello Pomagranate…” I said in my most neutral voice.

He just stared at me a moment, at a loss for words before he could finally find his voice.

“What the hell have you done here?!” he said, half shouting, but his voice still wilting at the shock of losing all he owned.

I looked around nonchalantly, feigning that there was no problem “You don’t find it to be a fair trade?” I asked, sitting my cup down, crossing my arms.

He looked at me, clearly lost..

“You broke my heart, so I broke some things of yours…” I explained, cutting him off, gesturing lightly to one of his new golf clubs that was laying in the floor, bent and dented from being used to break everything else.

I’d never seen him look so angry or confused. “Where’s my guitar?!” he demanded.

I wanted to chuckle at this one, but I kept my cool, walking him over to his suitcase, opening it to reveal the bits of broken acoustic that i had dumped in on top of his clothes.

“I know you are anxious to get out of here, so I figured you could use some help packing….you know, I have a broom if you wanted to pack anything else I bought you. I’m sure it’ll all fit in there now..” I said with a cold shrug.

It was at that moment he finally turned on heel, spinning towards me, his face reddening with anger, his finger pointing at me “You! You’re such a B-“ He started, his voice booming before I cut him off.

Instead of backing down like he thought I might, I stepped up to him, which made him take a visible step back, unsure of himself. “I’m what, Pommy? What?You can call me whatever you want sugar, but just realize you MADE ME into what you were about to call me. I TRUSTED you! I LOVED you, when everyone else abandoned you, and now YOU are abandoning ME!” I screamed at him, shoving him firmly.

“You can get out of my house, Pomagranate Swirl, I never want to see you again. GO! NOW!” I yelled, picking up his open suitcase and opening the door, to push him out onto the porch, tossing his clothing and broken guitar pieces onto the sidewalk.

By now the neighbors had heard the shouting, and a few of them were standing out on their porches watching. Ah, the joys of living in a small town…

“C’mon Pure, this is embarrassing, just let me back in…we’ll talk about this…” he pleaded quietly, his face coloring at all the stares.

My favourite neighbor, Peach Puff Chiffon had even called over at one point: “You get him, girl!”

“Purity…acting like this can’t be good for the baby..” he whispered at me.

I stared down at him coldly, and for a moment, I know I looked like I was about to strike, because he flinched a bit…but then, I couldn’t help myself….I started laugh…

“Oh, so you already know…well then…if you already know then there’s not much to tell you.” I said, spinning his own words from days before back at him. “Have fun Pommy…I know how you miss *her* SO MUCH…so here’s a friendly reminder of her. Now you can be homeless and alone where that *bitch* left you.” I said, tossing his real estate papers down at him.

With that I turned  back into my house, slamming the door.

I turned on my gardening sprinklers for good measure, to make certain he left my lawn.

I didn’t give him another look.

“While we’ve got Mother’s spirit channeled here, little one, lets get a few things done I should have taken care of a long while back…” I said to my belly, that was now doing flip flops from all of the emotion in the air.

I picked up my phone, dialing a number I said I’d never EVER dial again…

“Hello…I need to speak to Pandora Dragon Charming….yes, this is her daughter…”

To be continued….

We had been through so much together already, even though he’d only been here a little under a year…

He’d found a steady job working construction for the city, and I had kept up my job at the diner. We’d even managed to improve the house a bit with the extra income.

But as quickly as I had become comfortable, things were changing…

I knew he’d been speaking to his brother again…and HER…

“I miss you too..” I’d heard him tell her…

I wondered if he’d ever even thought of me on those nights we’d been close…

I loved him more than I could admit. Not because I was afraid to say it, but because I had begun to think it would only make him run away.

I had battled so much with him. His adjusting to a new place. Being betrayed by his brother and girlfriend…his drinking and depression.

He didn’t even realize he’d left the real estate papers sitting on the table.

He was going to go move with his brother….or worse…maybe HER.

It didn’t seem like he was even going to tell me. He was acting perfectly normal, like nothing was different…

I looked at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath before I would confront him on the issue.

“You can do this…things can’t get much worse…right?Right.” I said to my reflection.

I had even started wearing more of his favourite color lately, hoping that maybe he’d notice…that maybe we’d become more…

“I have so much to tell you, if you’ll just stay…” I whispered to the empty bathroom.

I stood up straight, trying to keep confident posture…although it made me look far more like my mother than I EVER wanted to.

“Pommy….can we talk?” I asked, looking to him where he sat.

“Mhmm…sure?” He asked, half listening as he looked at the newspaper.

I couldn’t help but lose some confidence at his lack of interest.

“I saw your real estate papers….is there anything you were planning to tell me?” I asked, trying not to sound accusatory or hurt.

He sat down the newspaper, looking to me with a sad expression. “If you already saw them, I don’t guess there’s much to tell. Anyways. Gotta get to work.”

I just stood there a second shocked. How could he be so damn nonchalant?

By the time I snapped to, he was already out the door.

I could feel the weight on my chest now, crushing my heart…

I barely felt my tears welling up…I had been too confused and angry to even notice until my face was hot, and my cheeks were wet.

All I could do was sit down and sob it out. Nothing that had happened between us had mattered to him at all. He was just gonna leave me here…and I’d never be able to tell him…

“Oh, Berry…” was all I could muster up as the nausea hit me like a brick. I stood, scrambling towards the bathroom.

Once it was all over all I could do was sit there, staring at the toilet from where I lay on the floor.

I knew he didn’t work today.

It didn’t matter, he didn’t want me to know. He didn’t want me at all.

How could I tell him what was happening now?He’d only feel angry and trapped. Resentful.

Unconsciously, I rested my arms over my belly.

“What am I going to do without you..?” I sobbed quietly, though my cries only fell flat into the silence of an empty room in an empty house…

Living in Twizzlerbrook had been completely normal.

I had gotten a  job, grown up a lovely garden…

but some days things just started to feel…stagnant…

Unfortunately for me, my bills were plentiful and my money was…well…..not…

What this meant for me was lots of overtime, few days off, and heaping helpings of tired.

“Another day another dime…” I muttered to myself as I tied my apron, heading for the door to meet up with my carpool.

“What a pitiful attitude to have.”

It wasn’t something that had to be said or remembered, it was that nagging feeling in my gut.

“It’ll all pay off soon enough.” I said aloud, more positively as I stepped outside, locked my door behind me, and headed down the stairs.

Score one for optimism.

Though after a hard day of kitchen work that optimism had rapidly run dry, and as I dragged myself down to the laundromat my body and mind felt heavy, and somewhat defeated. I had been living here all this time, and aside from some very happy plants, and better skills with cooking, I had hardly accomplished a thing. Perhaps I was immature, thinking I could conquer the world so fast?

But even at my heaviest of heart, I reminded myself to be thankful, somewhere, someone was having a much worse day than me.

As fate wold have it. I found that person.

As soon as I stepped into the laundromat I felt immediate tension and discomfort. Not just because of the rather heated and upset conversation the place’s other patron was having, but because of the obvious reasons. I was a woman. Alone. At night, and here he was the only other person here.

I placed a comfortable amount of distance  between us and began separating my  laundry, secretly eavesdropping on his conversation…

“….I don’t understand how you could do this to me….you’re my brother…where am I supposed to go?” the man said with a deeply wounded tone to his voice, as if fighting back tears.

I bit my bottom lip, already feeling guilty for listening, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to know what happened to him..

I stared at the assortment of laundry items on the table in front of me that I had brought along and tried to make myself look busy…and I should have been…but I was too distracted.

“…No…you two should have TOLD me…I shouldn’t have KNOWN! Last I checked I should have been able to trust you both, not just as my bandmates, but my BROTHER and GIRLFRIEND!” He practially hissed into the phone, which caused even me to jump a little. His voice seemed the sort that was too soft to muster up such a harsh tone.

He slammed his cell phone closed and flopped down, defeated into a chair, looking miserable. The only thing he seemed to have with him was a guitar case…

It was obvious he wasn’t from here….so…what WAS he going to do?Didn’t sound like his “friends’ were coming back for him…that was for certain…

It wasn’t my business, right? Right.

I tried not to think about any of it as I poured soap into my washer, watching the little sparkling white flakes coat over the top of my clothes.

I shouldn’t have listened. It was rude of me.

I became completely absorbed in my thoughts a moment or two before I finally realized how quiet everything was. All I could hear was the sounds of the washing machine. I turned my head to quickly glance over to where he had been, checking to see if he was still there,

He was. And I had never seen anyone looking so hopeless or lost. I couldn’t just not help, right? But he was some strange guy I didn’t know….

Although…normally…I have pretty good instincts when it comes to people…I wasn’t getting any bad vibes…

Once my wash was done, I took it over,awkwardly having to walk right in front of him. I tossed my clothes in to dry.

I was clearing my throat, about to akwardly try to say something, when I heard the chords to his guitar…and his voice…

“Hangin’ ’round…downtown by myself…

And I had so much time to sit and think about myself..

Then there she was…like double cherry pie…

Then there she was like Disco Super Fly…”

I paused listening. I know I just looked like such an idiot, because not only had I completely frozen to look, I had fumbled some of my wet laundry and gotten my self soaked when he started playing..

I peeked over my shoulder.

“Who’s that casting devious stares in my direction….?” He sang rather pointedly, and I could almost feel his gaze at my back.

BUSTED!

I turned, flustered, awkwardly thrusting my unopened Dr. Pop into his arms.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop! You just sounded so sad and well….here…”

He stared at me puzzled a moment, sitting the soda aside to put his guitar away. He stood up and stepped over to talk to me.

“I didn’t realize you heard….I mostly noticed that you were tiptoeing around here like you murdered somebody…and were staring alot.”Somebody shoot me.

“Oh…um…I just felt guilty for listening in…I don’t usually…you know…act nosey, I guess..” I fumbled as my cheeks colored. “..What are you gonna do?”

He had started to half smile at me good naturedly because of all my verbal diarrhea, but my queston quickly washed that away.

“I don’t really know. My band was all I had…I guess they had been waiting around for me to ask to stop off at a restroom for the opportunity to ditch me.”

I knew I looked shocked. How could someone do that?Even if you don’t like someone…or from the sounds of it, are stealing their girlfriend, you don’t leave them stranded!

“Oh.Do you have any family you could call?” I asked, hopefully.

He sighed at that. “Nah, my brother was it, and he’s the one that left me here so I doubt ringing him again will do much for me.”

He looked hopeless again.

“W-well…uh…I’m Purity…” I said awkwardly, trying to look anywhere but him “I guess like…you know if you have no place else to go…you could crash on my couch or something….I mean…you can’t live in the laundromat..”

He started at me like I’d grown 3 heads and started breathing fire.

I panicked.

“Oh. Um. Well. I’m not weird or something. Mostly. Just. You don’t have to. Just trying to do the right thing….Oh Berry, please don’t look at me like that it makes me want to crawl into a hole and die.I said that out loud. Damnit!” I blurted out in one nearly incoherent string.

Before he’d had a chance to answer, or for me to make it more akward, my next load of laundry buzzed, and I eagerly shuffled over to pull it out and move it to a dryer.

“I’m Pomegranite.” was all he said, as I had my mini heart attack over at the dryer. “Most just call me Pommy though…uh…I guess I don’t have much choice…I mean…not that…you..well..” he sighed awkwardly, and I simply paused to listen.

“Ok, Purity, I’ll crash on your couch if its really ok, but you have to let me help out with things. I’m not gonna be a moocher.” He said, clearing his throat.

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Most of the rest of our time at the laundromat was awkward small talk, but eventually it came time to head home.

I was dragging a stray guitarist into my house. I had clearly lost my berry-loving mind.

Once we got there I simply told him where things were, and to make himself at home…though…not like…man at home where they walk around with just boxers on, belching and scratching themselves.

He found this rule hilarious.

Knowing after all that he’d been through, and that he’d been on the road prior to being ditched and dumped, I decided to whip up a quick veggie stew. One would think I’d have no desire to cook at all whatsoever, being that I worked in a kitchen, but to me it was relaxing, and provided an excellent opportunity to show off my freshly grown veggies.

Though by the time I had finished cooking, he had already passed out on the couch.

I couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful he looked.

I put the stew in the fridge for later when he woke, and tossed a cover over him so he wouldn’t get cold, then finally, once my stressing was done….I finally felt the weight of my day in full force…

I put everything from my mind….and finally…went to bed…

People always say “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…”

But sometimes, your tree just gets confused and drops a pear.

It doesn’t belong.

Wrong color.

Wrong shape.

Just…..wrong…

I am that Pear.

My name is Purity Snow Charming, and I come from a family that has fallen so far from its name that it’s laughable.

So whats a pear to do?

Find a new garden to grow in.

The minute I was old enough to get a paper route I had been saving every penny I earned, every scrap of change I could find, all to lead up to this moment.

18.

Two numbers that meant the entire world.

Numbers that could bring dreams into reality.

All my suffering at the hands of verbally abusive and uncaring, and certainly UN CHARMING parents had finally ended, and all my saving paid off.

I couldn’t help but stare at my new home in disbelief.

I never had to have anything to do with my past again.

Here was a chance to bring proper light to the word the family had taken and turned into a name.

Could Twizzlerbrook be the perfect garden for me?

I stepped inside nervously, but eagerly, taking in my surroundings.

My house was very minimally decorated, but it suited me just fine. I could already imagine the possibilies.

Tonight would be the first night of the rest of my life.

I could be strong.

I could be brave.

I could do it all on my own. I could conquer the world!

And by Berry, I could be Charming!