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For a while, both babies refused to cake. As babies, toddlers, and I believe children, they refused cakes. I think I may have had too full a household with the dogs, because others were willing to accept caking, just not them. Oh well, at least they aged
Chapter 22Seth
Late one night after work, I went to the easel, and tried to begin a new work. I could not. Even pulling up a blank canvas was beyond my current ability, with what I had learned.
I know that it's my fault. No one besides me and Miss Jeannine know. My wife, her father, our daughter...they don't know we've failed. They don't know happy endings are forfeit, that we could just do whatever we want not, that the rules, now broken, no longer apply.
If I had died in a timely manner, like my father, that Ramiro boy could have moved in. But that isn't what would have made my little girl happy. That isn't what would have given her a good, happy life, while I was here to watch it. My daughters wanted babies, and they wanted the lovers that they chose. So, we'll keep it a secret.
We'll pay for this, I'm certain. To have our family continue to live as though the dynasty was still intact is something that shall haunt me in the netherworld. But if it gives Lette the hope she will need once I'm gone that we can be reunited, that happy endings are still in store for us and everyone else, I'll keep this secret. No one else needs to know.
Miss Jeannine insists that she will be the one to pay, as the founder, and that she will broker a deal so that the rest of us can have our happily ever afters. I'm not sure that I can accept her taking this burden on herself, but it's still a few hundred years off, surely. My grandson's great-grandchild is a long way off yet.
Funny how it always seems like there's more time. Merina reminds me that the here and now are sometimes more important then what the future holds in store for all our fates.
"Dad, I feel weird."
Miss Jeannine almost broke the sound barrier with how fast she ran into the room.
"C'mon pointy-ears!"
"Oh! Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, owwie!"
Lette was on her grandmother's heels once she heard our youngest's cries.
"Ohmygosh, Merina, honey, what's wrong?"
In a rare moment of clarity, she answered in perfect sanity.
"Baby's on it's way."
She then walked calmly into the nearest bathroom, to 'minimize the mess', as it made more sense to birth in a room with a tiled floor.
"Ok, let's do this."
"Well Gran Gran, they kind of look pointy-"
Miss Jeannine sniffed delicately
"Not really, merely curved. We could always give him up to his homeworld and let them raise him so you can try again."
Merina recoiled in shock "No, Grandmother. I love Pascal. Besides, your rules state that only pregnancies resulting from abductions can be given unto Sixon"
Merina's lucid moments really are quite something. Miss Jeannine later apologized to her for even bringing it up, and quickly learned to love Pascal just as much as the rest of us. I'll always wonder if Merina knew about the broken rule, and that bringing up another rule was the perfect way to slap her great-grandmother in the face for insinuating her only son was something she could just give up.
My other grandson, Olivier, had his birthday shortly after his cousin's birth. For some reason he refused cake, and merely sparkled into toddlerdom on his own.
He quite resembles his father, though he has inherited powers just like the rest of the immortals. I'm starting to wonder if it's a dominant trait, like the unstable trait that has thus far shown in everyone by childhood, though it did skip over JC.
I quite enjoyed my time with Olivier. He was a troubled lad, but cared deeply for those he allowed close to him. He took those first hesitant steps with me, and though he stumbled often, he never fell.
Once he had the idea of words down, he explaigned to me that he loved the outdoors.
"I promise you that even if I don't live to see your wedding day-"
"-I will always watch over you, just like my mother does for me."
I hoped that he would keep Pascal safe as well.
Miss Jeannine potty-trained the little tyke, and with that toddler skills were all done, though only for the moment.
Pascal showed the same aversion to cake as his older cousin, so he had to find the sparkles on his own without any sugary guidance.
He does favor Miss Jeannine somewhat, if nothing else their favorite colors are almost the same, aquamarine and turquoise.
We splurged a little to add another story onto the house. We still had a few generations to go, and wanted the boys to be able to have their own rooms once they got older. For now the bunked with their great-great-grandmother, who kept them safe in her room with her magic and JC's dogs guarding them.
Merina took care of all of Pascal's toddler training on her own, stating that he would be the only toddler for her to ever spoil.
The days flew by. Merina received a complementary degree in the mail after completing her schooling in the police academy online. She became a cop, taking a step towards her life's dream, and looked marvelous in her uniform.
Pascal and Olivier spend their afternoons playing, sometimes together, sometimes alone. Both are virtuoso, and Pascal is friendly, something his cousin will no doubt appreciate as they grow older.
Unfortunately, I didn't get as much time with them as I would like. Being 88, you'd think I'd retire, but here I am, running off to work. In Bridgeport, most sims only as a world-renowned surgeon to preform plastic surgery, but there are also sims who actually need my help in this town, and I'm not ready to leave them just yet. Maybe next year.
