Whoa! 
So Dax is Emmett's son? Crazy! I love that! (I know, not really, but I like how you wrote that in)
I like the idea of this very much. A founder who always knows her previous attempts. It's sad, but I like the whole thing.
Hey, for all we know he is Emmett's son! That little bundle of joy vanished as soon as Emmett popped him out, off into the Simsverse to never been seen or heard from again ... or was he? (I know, I know, but it's fun, no?)
Every night since I reached the top of my career, Dax has asked me, "is it time yet?" I think he knows I'm as anxious as he is to finish the rat race and start our family.
Sometimes we lie in bed together, fantasizing about the little boys and girls we'll make. The noisy family breakfasts and homework sessions and secret tree-house pow wows.
So the day I pulled the final fish out of the river, the explosion of joy I felt in my chest isn't something I can properly describe. It was, perhaps appropriately, an angel fish.
We are still building the house, so my exhibit is a temporary thing at present. It is very frustrating not being able to stack the fish on the wall, but what are you going to do?
We could've built a room, but there was another project we wanted to finish up first. The nursery.
And that night, when Dax asked me if it was time yet, I gleefully said yes. Yes, it was time.
My pregnancies are all more or less the same. Lots of queasiness and napping. I pick out my maternity clothes as soon as I'm sure to avoid the random-ugly-pregnancy curse.
Once I got my maternity time off of work, we adopted a cat to keep me company. His name is Apollo. He's a genius and very neat.
I spent a large portion of my pregnancy preparing the house for the baby. Babies, most likely. Dax and I both got fertility treatments as part of his "experimental medication" requirement for work. It is strange noticing your Watcher's building skills improve throughout your many lives.
Dax knew what we were expecting before me. I do like to be surprised, but he is a sucker for knowledge.
For my part, I slept a ton, Apollo protecting my slow, pregnant frame while Dax spent countless hours at the hospital.
Until finally, it was time. I gave birth to perfect twin boys.
We named them for constellations (and maybe zodiac signs too, but Dax doesn't know that). They are called Leo and Scorpio.
It's too early to tell where their life states will fall [do witch babies have gold lining?]. Leo is evil and clumsy while Scorpio is a slob who loves the heat. Neither are necessarily perfect for an heir, but they do make the day glow.
We slept basically none leading up to their birthdays. We've decided to get pregnant again as soon as the boys know their three basic skills, but as winter has just set upon us, we likely won't age them up early.
Leo's favorite color is blue. He gets fiendishly delighted when his brother cries.
Scorpio's is hot pink. They both have my hair and their father's eyes.
If it weren't for the jaw lines, you'd not know them from each other. For all the evil tendencies of the older twin, the two do seem to get along.
Scorpio's first word was "book." Maybe he'll write like his Daddy.
Leo took much quicker to the physical skill of walking. He loves being around Dax and throws a tantrum every time the hospital calls him in.
Dax, of course, loves the attention. I think he's just enamored of these two little people who are a combination of us both.
My sons at this age at least listen to me. It's hard not to compare them to Emmy and Daisy, who were both toddlers around the same time. Scorpio definitely resembles his sister Daisy in his eagerness to please and his obliviousness to an evil family member (Jared Frio is Daisy's father. I've recently told her this in a letter).
Leo's tantrums followed by sweet, cooing cuddles remind me of my eldest daughter, Emmy.
But I will wait until the two of them are past their childhood requirements before I tell their sisters about them. It'd too much to backtrack like last time.
Not for the first time, though, I feel certain that this is the winning try.
