As you can probably imagine, my wedding to Carlo was nothing but perfection. I believe Eduardo cried a little, and Camillo definitely did, although that might have been because he was holding Goopy. Unfortunately, Carlotta was unable to attend, but I understood. She takes her role as Dynasty helper very seriously, and is committed to being able to sculpt my young adult ice sculpture. By now, she is up to six, and I don't doubt she will get to twenty-five as quickly as she can. She really is a perfect best friend.
That night was, of course, my wedding night, and I made it clear to Carlo that our woohoo was a try for baby woohoo. He didn't seem to object.
I shan't go into detail, but it should be made known that there were definitely chimes heard. It may sound strange, but I was delighted the next day when I was forced to abandon the autumn salad I was making for lunch so that I could make a mad dash for the bathroom.
I rushed to tell Camillo, as he was the only one who did not have a specific job that needed doing, but he only shook his head and shooed me away, telling me that it was my turn to potty train Goopy, and for Watcher's sake could I
not make a mess like Eduardo did?
He's a helpful one, that Camillo. Truly. I did as he said, though, and enjoyed every moment of Goopy's giggly little face beaming up at me. I can't wait to have a nooboo of my own to train.
Once that was finished, and no messes were made, I decided to make the trip to the library on my broom to read about cooking, as per another helpful suggestion from Camillo. I had gotten my skill level halfway to three when wonderful and sad things happened simultaneously.
Carlo aged up while at the easel, where he was patiently painting and waiting for me to come home so that he could paint my portrait.
and I was blessed with the gift of life. My own little nooboo, growing inside me.
I rushed home right away to announce my pregnancy to Carlo, and was informed that I had missed his sparkles. Carlotta says they were quite spectacular.
While that was rather disappointing, I had exciting news of my own. Before I could tell anyone, though, Carlo whisked me off to have my portrait painted for my museum. Apparently he had been hiding a level seven painting skill from me, and I was delighted to discover it, as perhaps that means he will be able to paint at least my young adult portrait and our nooboo's toddler portrait. He is quite a gifted artist, is he not?
Finally, I was able to tell Carlotta my news, as she had taken a break from sculpting to eat, nap, and use the bathroom. She advised me to eat watermelons if I wanted a girl, as that was what Giovanna Costa had done, and she had gotten girls with every pregnancy. I followed her advice as soon as I could. Camillo was not very pleased about having to make a late night grocery run to buy me watermelon, but I wore him down eventually. It was, of course, delicious.
Over the course of a day, Carlo was able to finish my portrait. Isn't it lovely?
It seems like as I get bigger and bigger, my friends get older. Carlotta aged up one night at her sculpting station, in the middle of creating a sculpture.
She looks as lovely as ever, and has a few smile lines around her mouth. Eduardo says she looks she looks as stunning as the day they met, which I think is sweet. He aged up the next night at his easel, and is as unconcerned with his appearance as ever. I do admire him for that, though I wish he would rid himself of that dreadful hat.
In the midst of all this aging up and skilling and love that's going around our house, I catch myself gazing dreamily at Carlo from time to time. Oh Carlo. Sweet, sweet Carlo. How can I do this without you?
Having an elder for a spouse is most definitely a concern, though I try to make the best of it. I insist that he read pregnancy books with me, so that he will be able to be as perfect of a father as possible to our nooboo.
He thinks I'm as beautiful as ever, and doesn't seem to mind that I'm waddling around like a hippo with a limp. Goopy doesn't mind either, but he doesn't mind anything, as long as he gets his tickles.
Carlotta continues to get closer and closer to her twenty-five ice sculpture goal, and Eduardo works hard at his easel so that he will be able to take over for Carlo some day. Camillo fishes and works, and ignores us as best as possible, unless he's photographing us at the most inopportune of times.
I do wish that he had had his camera out when I went into labor at the same time Goopy had his birthday. While our happy, gurgling toddler made the leap to childhood -
I endured the most excruciating pain of my life. Sweet Watcher, that hurts!
Sweet little Goopy aged up into a darling little boy who likes horses, dresses up as a princess, and insists on wearing a gnome hat whenever possible.
Meanwhile, I gave birth to the most darling little nooboo in the world.
Goopy ran off to play in his princess costume almost immediately after aging up, and he seems to enjoy waving at us like we are his loyal subjects.
I held my baby close, breathing in her sweet scent. Welcome to the family, Cordelia Shakespeare.
