tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20044689593376993452024-03-12T22:03:08.790-07:00Living Green - A Sims3 Random LegacyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03453788347668238904noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004468959337699345.post-22204855665491462242012-11-12T01:33:00.000-08:002012-11-12T01:38:07.036-08:00Generation 1.6: Three's a crowd...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sera cherished every moment she had to spend with her precious little girl. Everything about Amanda made her smile - the baby powder smell, the soft pink swaddling, the gurgling and the coos that told her Amanda recognised her as the centre of her world.<br />
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She even slept in the rocking chair in Amanda's room, having a baby had her so tired and her eyes so sore, she felt like she was going cross-eyed.<br />
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However, as much as she would have loved to stay at home all the time, she needed to visit the Fire Station to work off those baby pounds, and to maintain the alarm and fire truck.<br />
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She hadn't realised Silas would be here, although she should have thought of it. It wasn't that she didn't want to see him, she did! But her feelings for him were becoming confusing, and for the sake of her marriage she had decided to avoid him.<br />
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"Sera, hi!" Silas hugged her. "Wow, you look great!"<br />
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Sera hugged him back, trying hard not to notice how nice he smelled, how good it felt to be in his arms.<br />
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"Thanks," she laughed. "I feel like the truck ran over me! I never realised how hard it was to have a newborn in the house!"<br />
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They sat down on the chairs in the study. Silas looked at her closely. </div>
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"You seem...upset." He said finally.</div>
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Sera felt her eyebrows go up in surprise. "I am..." she said slowly. "But...I don't really want to talk about it. I'm figuring things out, and I just need space..."</div>
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Silas smiled at her. "Space is why you've been avoiding me, then?"</div>
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"I...yes, I suppose so. I'm trying to make things work, Silas. For Amanda. She deserves to have her dad."</div>
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"But is Andrew really a dad, Sera? Where is he now?"</div>
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"Home, with her. He knew I had to work."</div>
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"As long as you're okay and he's doing his thing."</div>
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"We are." Sera said firmly.</div>
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The next day, Sera mulled over Silas' words as she pounded the treadmill at work. Andrew had indicated to her that he wasn't happy she was going in to work, but she had to. How else was she going to keep fit and get everything done? Besides, she needed her space from him, too.<br />
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Meanwhile, at home, Andrew had had enough of listening to Amanda's shrieking. He still wasn't even sure that the brat was his, and he certainly hadn't wanted her. Frustrated with the world, he decided to leave and have things out with the one responsible.<br />
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<i>Not only has he got Sera eating out of his hand, he's flirting with other girls too,</i> Andrew thought scornfully when he got to the Fire Station. He couldn't see Sera around anywhere, she was probably on her way home or something. Not that he cared, he was here for one thing and one thing only.<br />
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"HEY!" He yelled. "Don't you get enough flirting with my slut of a wife without trying to add more to your harem?!"<br />
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"Sera is not a slut, Andrew," Silas hissed angrily. "Be careful who you say things like that around. After all, this is your wife's place of work. Do you really want her to have a hard time here because you're some insecure little mama's boy?"<br />
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"Pfft, everyone here knows it's true. That brat isn't even mine, anyone can tell. No one in my family has purple eyes!"<br />
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"Whatever Andrew. I'm not going into this with you," Silas growled. "Just leave me out of whatever 'manly' endeavour you're aiming for."<br />
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Unfortunately, this being his work, Silas had no chance. He would have been fired if he dared throw a punch while on duty.<br />
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Needless to say, he was not impressed to find Sera still not back. He would have to speak with her.<br />
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Sera was at the gym when she got a call from Silas. "Silas? What's up?" she asked.<br />
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"Can you come over?" Silas asked. "I need your help."<br />
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"Silas , what happened?! she exclaimed.<br />
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"Andrew," Silas said thickly. "I wouldn't have called, but I thought you ought to know and..." he grimaced. "And I couldn't bear the thought of you going back there without my telling you.<br />
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"Silas, I've been a fool!" Sera cried. "I can't keep letting him do this!"<br />
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Silas hugged her. "Don't worry, Sera, you're strong. You can do this."<br />
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"I don't know if I can," she sobbed. "I don't want Amanda to get hurt but..."<br />
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Silas took a hold of her hands. "I'll be here for you, Sera. In whatever way you'll let me. But for now, you should go home and speak to him. You need to sort this out, one way or another. But I'll always be here."<br />
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Sera nodded shakily. "I know. Thank you, Silas."<br />
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"Finally back, I see," Andrew sneered when she walked in the door.<br />
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<i>Be strong,</i> Sera thought as he walked towards her. <i>He can't hurt you. You're a fireman for heaven's sake. </i>She tried hard not to remember Silas's bloodied face. "I have to do things for work, Andrew," she said evenly. "Speaking of which, I hear you were there earlier."<br />
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"You leave me here to look after your bastard brat while you fuck your lover!" Andrew screamed. "Damn straight I paid him a visit!" A vicious smile spread cross his face. "And very nice he looked with his nose spread over his cheekbones. I'll be revisiting that image a few times over the next few days."<br />
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"I can't believe I ever loved you," Sera said, sickened.<br />
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"You're evil!"<br />
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"I only give you what you deserve," Andrew spat venomously. "If you're going to spread your legs you frigid whore, you'll get what's coming to you. In a better society I'd be allowed to kill you."<br />
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As his hand came up, she pushed him away and ran for Amanda's room.<br />
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She spent the night sleeping in the rocking chair, too scared to go upstairs. She'd ask Silas to come over in the morning.<br />
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"Decided to apologise?" Andrew sneered. "I might forgive you, if you start being a real wife." He looked her up and down.<br />
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"It's over, Andrew," Sera snapped, disgusted. "I'm not letting you near me, or our baby. Despite what you believe, she is <i>ours</i>. I wouldn't cheat. But I won't have you around her. I've called the police. They know what's going on. And I've got back up. So get out, and there won't be any trouble."</div>
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Early the next morning, Andrew woke to find Sera still gone. He was not impressed, and decided not to go into work that day.<br />
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Sera swallowed nervously when she saw Andrew sitting on the couch. <i>Remember, this is for your little one, Sera.</i> She reminded herself. <i>She or he doesn't deserve to grow up without father. Everyone deserves a father...</i><br />
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"Finally decided to grace me with your presence, I see," he sneered.<br />
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"Hello, darling," she said calmly. "Why aren't you at work?"<br />
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"Sera, I have been thinking all night about what I want to say to you," Andrew said viciously.<br />
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<i>Be strong, you're a brave firefighter, you've saved hundreds of lives, you can get through this fight.</i> Sera told herself sternly.<br />
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"You ask why I would be at work right now. Where I would have everyone asking about my pregnant whore of a wife?" He spat. "When all yesterday, INCLUDING LAST NIGHT you were elsewhere?!! We were robbed last night you stupid woman! I HAD TO HEAR FROM AN INCOMPETENT POLICEMAN THAT YOU SPENT THE NIGHT WITH SILAS GREEN OF ALL PEOPLE!!"<br />
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"Andrew, no, I didn't. I stayed at the firehouse. I went to see Silas, yes, but that's because he's my best friend, not my lover," Sera pleaded. "You're my husband, and we're having a baby."<br />
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Andrew screamed in rage. "How do I believe that?!"<br />
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"You stink of his house, dammit! You smell like him! You're nothing but a filthy whore!"<br />
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"I don't even know if this brat is mine! You certainly don't want to have Woohoo with me! For all I know you've been sleeping with the whole firehouse, as well as our neighbours!"<br />
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"Enough, I'm not listening to this," Sera said, storming into the lounge.<br />
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Andrew followed her. "I don't even want it! I'd rather you had an abortion!"<br />
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"Andrew you're stressing me out and it isn't good for our child!" Sera yelled. "I would never sleep with anyone else while I'm with you!"<br />
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"Prove it!" Andrew screamed.<br />
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"The only person I have Woohooed with this week is you! And you DRUGGED ME! But I'm willing to work past it because we're married and having a child! There's only one person I love in this world, and I would do ANYTHING to keep them happy and safe!"<br />
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Sera did her best to keep her hands from straying to her belly as she spoke. While everything she said was true, she was talking about her baby, not her husband. After drugging her, she knew she could never love him again. But at the very least, she needed to keep him happy.<br />
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Andrew's face softened. "Really?"<br />
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"Of course, Andrew. You know it," she pleaded. "Now can I go to the bathroom? Unfortunately, hormones..."<br />
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"Yeah, okay...I'm going to work."<br />
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Meanwhile, Andrew had not gone to work. Instead, he went down to the Firehouse. There he was. The no good scum who was making moves on his wife.<br />
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"SILAS!" He yelled.<br />
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"Andrew, hi," Silas said, surprised. "Congratulations on the baby."<br />
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"Don't you congratulate me, you stinking piece of scum! That's my wife you've been flirting with."<br />
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"Don't give me that," Andrew snarled. "She was with you last night when she should have been with me. She talks about you all the time. And now you work in the same place! I'm not an IDIOT, even though you two obviously think I am!"<br />
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And, because Silas wasn't about to beat up Sera's husband if he could possibly help it, Andrew won. Satisfied that he'd taken care of that problem, he went to work. If he was going to have a kid, he'd better make some money.<br />
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Later that day, refreshed from her nap, Sera headed to work to fix the alarm. The stupid thing broke constantly, and she was the only one qualified to fix it.<br />
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"Did you hear about the fight earlier?" She heard one of the trainees say in the kitchen. "Poor Silas...what did he do to Andrew Edgeworth anyway?"<br />
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"Andrew thinks Sera is cheating," another trainee replied. "Rubbish, Sera would never...but then, from what I understand, he wouldn't need much prompting. Pretty vicious piece of work."<br />
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Sera dropped the screwdriver and ran outside to catch a taxi.<br />
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"My Watcher, Silas, are you okay?!" Sera demanded when she got inside his house. "I heard about what happened earlier."<br />
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"Fine, Sera," Silas smiled. "It hurt, but he doesn't pack as much of a punch as he thinks. I just didn't want to hurt him. Hurting him would hurt you..."<br />
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"Do...you wanna go somewhere?" Sera asked shyly. "Just as friends, of course."<br />
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"I was thinking of going for a swim."<br />
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"Swimming is good for the baby," Sera said, smiling.<br />
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Going for a swim with Silas was some of the best fun she'd had in days. She felt like all her stress had been washed away in the pool water.<br />
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After the swim they got a coffee.<br />
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"I just don't know why you stay with him, Sera. You're better than he deserves."<br />
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"It's difficult to explain," Sera sighed. "We married because of a pregnancy scare, and I don't really believe in divorce. My parents were so happy...they completed each other."<br />
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Sera looked away. "My parents are dead," she said softly. "I was a late baby, they were elders before my teens. Andrew is all I have."<br />
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"And now the baby," Silas reminded her.<br />
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"Yeah," Sera smiled. "My baby."<br />
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"What are you going to name your little one when he or she arrives?" Silas asked.<br />
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When she got home, Andrew was waiting in the hallway.<br />
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"Andrew, I'm pregnant and I'm tired," Sera said crossly. "Can this wait?"<br />
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"I never realised that pregnancy made women glow so much," Andrew replied. "You look beautiful."<br />
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Touched, Sera gave him a hug. "Thank you, Andrew."<br />
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"Could I feel your belly?" Andrew asked shyly.<br />
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"Of...of course," Sera said, surprised. "It's your baby, too."<br />
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She felt slightly uneasy when he rubbed her stomach, seeing the small bruises on his knuckles. She knew where he got those.<br />
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<i>Do I really want him having access to my baby? </i>She wondered. <i>Stop it, Sera, you're just tired.</i><br />
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In the middle of the night Sera woke up to stabbing pains in the stomach. At first, she thought she was just hungry...<br />
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But when she got to the kitchen she realised it was more than that...and there was no time to go to the hospital.<br />
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<i>Oh no, </i>she thought,<i> I'm going to give birth at home...</i><br />
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It took a long time, and she was tired before she was done. Andrew just stood and watched.<br />
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But when it was over, and Amanda was born, she realised it was all worth it. Her sweet little darling...this was the best day of her life.<br />
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If I were Sera, and my husband was thinking about garden forks and shovels during a fight with me, I would be very scared...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03453788347668238904noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004468959337699345.post-74577362087447266822012-10-22T04:39:00.000-07:002012-10-22T04:39:00.792-07:00Generation 1.4 A change of plans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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By the next day Sera had done her best to forget about Friday night. She was still trying to decide how she could kick Andrew out without endangering herself or causing too much upheaval. To that end, she'd told Andrew that an emergency had come up at work and she had to go in for the weekend. He hadn't been happy, but she was the primary breadwinner, so he'd let it go.<br />
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"How are you doing, Sera?" Kia Summer, the weekend Hose Handler asked as they sat at the firehouse table eating lunch together. "You look tired. And it's the weekend. Why are you here?"<br />
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"I am tired," Sera complained. "Andrew and I went out last night, and..."<br />
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"Ooooh," Kia teased. "Really? Things getting hot 'n heavy at your place then?"<br />
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Sera was about to respond when her tummy gave an ominous gurgle. Her jam toast had decided to make a reappearance. She ran for the bathroom.<br />
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"Stupid hangover," Sera muttered to the toilet as she flushed.<br />
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"You sure you should be here, hon? Go home and get that sexy hubby of yours to make you some tea or something." Kia suggested, making a face at herself in the mirror. "I swear, every time I look in the mirror I have a new wrinkle."<br />
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"Kia, it's not like that," Sera sobbed. "Andrew drugged me last night. I hadn't been giving him what he wanted and..." she choked up, too upset to continue.<br />
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"I remember we had Woohoo," Sera whispered.<br />
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"Did you hear a lullaby?" Kia's voice had an urgent note that surprised Sera. She hadn't been expecting such vehemence.<br />
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"Yes...I do...why?"<br />
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"What? How does the lullaby tell you that?!"<br />
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"Didn't you do Woohoo ed at school? That lullaby is how we know! Plus, you're throwing up every time you eat and you're tired. Those are the signs, honey."<br />
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Sera's eyes filled with tears. "Oh my Watcher, Kia...what am I going to do? I can't stay with Andrew anymore...but I can't kick him out if I'm having his baby. He or she deserves to know their daddy...it's so important."<br />
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"We're both too tired to make a decision right now, hon, and I can't tell you what to do, anyway. Go get some rest upstairs. You'll feel better, I promise."<br />
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However, when Sera woke up things were no clearer. In fact, they were a lot more complicated. She was definitely pregnant.<br />
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One thing was clear - she couldn't let the baby be raised without a father. So she would have to stick things out with Andrew. Not for one second did she consider giving the baby up. She already loved this little baby with all that she was.<br />
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"Don't worry, little one," she murmured, rubbing her belly fondly. "I'll keep you safe."<br />
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It was without thinking about it that she headed over to Silas's place. Almost in a dream, she paid the driver, and walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell.<br />
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"Sera, what are you doing here?" Silas asked, his brow furrowed. "Are you okay?"<br />
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"Silas I..." Sera bit her lip. "Could we go inside?"<br />
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Once they were inside Sera jumped straight in. "Silas...I'm pregnant. I found out today."<br />
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"Pregnant? Wow, that's amazing!" Silas said excitedly. "How wonderful!" His face fell as he took note of her expression. "Or...not wonderful, I guess?"</div>
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"I'm happy I'm pregnant, but..." Sera's voice wobbled. "I'm not happy about how it happened. Remember yesterday evening?"<br />
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"Yeah, you and Andrew were on a date." Silas frowned. "Why?"<br />
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"Well, he gave me a few mood altering drinks, and one thing led to another...Silas, this baby wasn't conceived in love. I would <i>never...</i>I was planning on leaving...I don't know what to do..."<br />
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"Are you still leaving him?"<br />
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"No! I can't let my baby grow up without a dad, it's just not right. I have to put it all aside. I mean, I'm going to talk to him and let him know it's not ok, but I can't leave now."<br />
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"Okay, calm down. You can cross that bridge later. For now...you're having a baby, Sera." Silas smiled at her shyly. "Can...can I touch your belly? Please?"<br />
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"I understand your concern, sir. After all, you have a baby on the way."<br />
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Sorry this is late. And so short. I just started teaching full time this week, so my free time is GONE. Next chapter will hopefully be longer and out soon.<br />
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Attended emergency after emergency. In her opinion, it was just as silly to burn incense in the garage as it was to burn it outside, but it was her job to put out the fires, not tell Sims where they should use incense. She did wonder if fire safety should be a subject at the Community School for the Gifted. How gifted could the Hidden Springs residents be if they kept setting things on fire? </div>
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And hung out with Silas after work. The more she got to know him, the more they had in common. They even had the same favourite colour. Once in a while she let herself think about what it would be like to have met him while she was single...he was so nice, and he really seemed to enjoy her company, unlike Andrew, who just put her down all the time. </div>
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<i>Silas wouldn't treat me the way Andrew does</i>. Sera realised on Thursday evening when she popped by to see him after the gym. <i>He always has a kind word.</i> She was hungry for his attention, for the reassurance that she wasn't such a horrible person to live with, that she wasn't as selfish as Andrew told her she was. She certainly felt a lot more attractive when Silas was around. The way his face lit up when he saw her made her feel like the most beautiful person in the world.</div>
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<i>One thing's for sure</i>, Sera thought on Friday afternoon as she put out yet another small garage fire. <i>Ebonee was right about the need to work out. We do have some weird emergencies.</i></div>
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<i>Why do I always need to pee after putting out fires?</i> Sera wondered when she got off the phone with her boss. She'd just been promoted to Hose Handler, and had received a very nice bonus.</div>
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"I got a promotion!" She told Andrew excitedly when she got home. She had been doing her best to treat him as though she did love him, she was still hoping he would forget about her rejection earlier. She let him hug and kiss her now, but did her best to always get home after he had gone to bed to avoid the problem of before bed extra curricular activities. She definitely wasn't going to go down that path after the way he had been treating her recently.</div>
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"Sure...that would be nice." <i>It will be good to get out and see other people, too</i>, she thought. She didn't dare entertain the thought that Silas might be going out as well, since it was a Friday night.</div>
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"I thought we'd start at The Grind then spend tonight at Redwood Heights Luxury Lodge. Really get away from it all. It's the weekend tomorrow after all." Andrew said. "I booked us a king size room"</div>
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"Sounds good." Sera said, forcing a smile. Seemed like he was planning on it being a special night...</div>
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Standing outside the club, listening to the pulsing music...this was fun already. Just what she needed to get rid of the stress of the past couple of weeks. And the night had only just begun. As long as Andrew didn't push anything tonight, she could see herself really enjoying this.</div>
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Once she actually got inside the club and began dancing with Andrew, she <i>really</i> began to enjoy herself. It was so nice to just have some time away from the house. And it was so nice that Andrew wanted to celebrate her promotion.</div>
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"Let's get some drinks." Andrew yelled over the music. "Neither of us have to work tomorrow, so let's cut loose!"</div>
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"Okay!" Sera agreed. <i>Wow, he's really being loose with the money tonight</i>. She thought in surprise. <i>Taxi, drinks, hotel...this is so unlike him.</i></div>
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It tasted great, and definitely put her in the mood for more dancing. It made her feel smarter too.</div>
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"Yes please," Sera said, surprised he was asking AND willing to spend the money.</div>
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"Silas!" she called out, hurrying over.</div>
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"Wow, Sera, you look amazing." Silas told her as she walked over.</div>
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Sera smiled shyly. Andrew had said nothing about the hair, or the outfit. "Thanks, Silas. You're looking pretty sharp, too. Special occasion?"</div>
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"Just glad to get out of the house. You?"</div>
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"I got a promotion at work!"</div>
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"Congratulations, that's wonderful. You here alone?"</div>
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"No, with Andrew," she said honestly. "He suggested the whole thing."</div>
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"Wow, that seems unlike him, from what you've said." Silas said tentatively.</div>
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Sera nodded. "Yes, but...well, maybe he's settling in. He's getting drinks right now. Want to dance while we wait?"</div>
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Silas grinned. "How could I say no? Your outfit is made for dancing in."</div>
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<i>Silas is a good dancer</i>. Sera noticed, as they moved together. It was like he anticipated her every move.</div>
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She was having so much fun dancing with him that she didn't even notice Andrew until he was right there, staring at both of them.</div>
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"What the hell do you think you're doing, trying to flirt with my girl?" He shouted at Silas. "Get your grubby hands off of my WIFE!"</div>
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"Andrew, please," Sera begged. "He wasn't being inappropriate, he just congratulated me on my promotion. It's a nice evening, let's not ruin it."</div>
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"Fine." Andrew glared at Silas. "But stay away from her, buddy. I'm watching you."</div>
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"After one more dance, we should go," she said awkwardly. "It's been a long day, I'm ready to <i>sleep</i>." Without meaning to, she emphasised the word sleep, and cringed when Andrew's expression hardened. She was surprised to see him smile almost straight away.</div>
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"That's fine, one more dance and one more drink, then we'll go. I have a special night planned, and I know you'll have a good sleep."</div>
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"Okay...cool." She smiled back at him. He really was being very nice tonight, it was such a wonderful change. And that drink had made her feel really nice, it was so sweet. Between it and the music, she felt very floaty, very eager to dance. Even eager to dance with her husband.</div>
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She felt a sudden rush of love for him, and stepped closer. "Thanks so much for tonight, Andrew. It's been so amazing."</div>
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"That's okay, I wanted to do it. Let's go back to the hotel, you must be feeling pretty tired."</div>
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"Okay." She smiled goofily at him.</div>
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Sera surprised herself by kissing him right on the front walkway. <i>What's gotten into me?</i> She wondered. She was even looking forward to going to bed. It's like all the bad feelings she had for him had been pushed away.</div>
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Andrew grinned at her. "Let's go to bed."</div>
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"Did you choose this room because it's my favourite colour?" Sera asked, touched.</div>
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"Uh...yeah. You know, you actually don't look bad all dressed up." Andrew pushed her hair away from her face. "But let's get you out of those clothes."</div>
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Sera stood before him in her underwear, smiling. "What do you think?" she asked.<br />
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"I think you should get on that bed. No more teasing."<br />
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This was what she was missing, Sera thought as Andrew kissed her hand. The love she had felt tonight that made her want to be with him. So strange that he had changed his ways utterly, even stranger that she could forgive him after everything. But it felt like this was a new beginning.<br />
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Sera smiled. "Okay." If he said it, she must be okay.<br />
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"Time to live up to your clothes." Andrew told her. "You strut around in these outfits, and I want to experience the goods. No more holding out."<br />
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The next morning, Sera woke up in an unfamiliar bed, closer to Andrew than she'd been in a long time. Slowly, memories of the night before began flooding in.<br />
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She scrambled out of bed, feeling sick. <i>Oh my gosh...did I actually...how did I forgive him last night? I must have drank way too much. It didn't seem like it but...</i><br />
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A horrible thought occurred to her. She really hadn't drunk that much. But Andrew had bought all her drinks, and he'd watched very carefully as she consumed each one. And the strange feelings of love, lust, and craziness weren't like her at all. Nor were they necessarily the side effects of too much alcohol. But some drinks, especially with extra ingredients added could do that...<br />
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<i>Well, at least it's just one night. Today life can go back to normal. No more alcohol for me!</i> Sera thought after she had flushed the toilet. <i>And this really has to be the last straw...technically I didn't consent to having sex with Andrew last night. I have a good job now, and it would be far better to do it before we have kids.</i></div>
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"An open plan lounge, kitchen and dining, with a decent sized combined bathroom/laundry and two bedrooms. One for us, and one we can use as a study or whatever."</div>
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Andrew snorted. "Maybe. But I doubt it. I've gotta say it was a relief to find out last time that you weren't pregnant. I'm not exactly keen to rush into it again."<br />
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<i>Neither am I.</i> Sera thought. <i>But I would like to have kids someday...</i> "Let's look inside." She suggested instead.<br />
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"Wow," Sera said, looking around. "It's pretty big in here."<br />
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"It came fully furnished. Pretty cheap, too. Something about being too close to the graveyard for some folks. They were scared of zombies." Andrew snorted. "I'm hungry, I'm going to make some lunch."<br />
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"I might check out the Fire Station," Sera ventured. "It looked a lot like the one in Sunset Valley."<br />
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The Hidden Springs Community Firehouse looked exactly the same as her old Firehouse in Sunset Valley...except for a random trashed chair. Sera had <i>no idea</i> what <i>that</i> was about.<br />
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Slowly, she approached her future workmates, smiling nervously. They didn't seem too welcoming, one even showed her fangs...which was <i>very</i> strange behaviour.<br />
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"Hi," she said shakily to the one who looked to be the least harmful - strange skin and eyes being nothing compared to sparkly green wings or sharp white fangs and body hair. "My name's Sera Edgeworth."<br />
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<i>Or maybe not...</i>she thought, as this stranger's smile revealed even sharper teeth.<br />
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"Hey there, I'm Ebonee" she said in a soft drawl, an accent that Sera didn't recognise. "Whatcha doin' here?"<br />
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"I want to join the Firefighting Career." Sera said, eagerly. "I was a firefighter back in Sunset Valley, we just moved here, my husband and I, that is."<br />
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"Well..." Ebonee looked her up and down. "All right. But you need to build some muscle, honey. The jobs here can be pretty dramatic."<br />
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"O-okay...see ya..." Quickly, Sera made her escape, vowing to hit the gym as soon as she left here.<br />
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"Be here Monday, 9-6." Ebonee called after her.<br />
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<i>I'd better build some serious muscle anyway.</i> Sera thought, deciding to come back to the treadmill another day when she wasn't so preoccupied. <i>I'm going to have to get used to different kinds of people here, I can see that...What did Andrew mean earlier when he was talking about zombies?</i><br />
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When she finally got home, feeling pretty pumped, there was a strange man waiting on the front lawn.<br />
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"Can I help you?" She asked, wondering what he could possibly want.<br />
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The man smiled at her shyly. "Hi, my name's Silas Green," he replied. "I live just over the hill, so I thought I would come by and welcome you to town."<br />
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<i>Whoa he has a cute smile... </i>Sera smiled back at him. "Thanks, my name's Sera. My husband and I just moved here from Sunset Valley."<br />
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"Yeah, well ghosts don't scare us," Sera scoffed.<br />
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"But what about the zombies?" Silas asked. "Are you planning to have a garden? Because if so you might want to fence it off. For some reason they love plants...they keep killing mine when I forget to lock the gate."<br />
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"I'll...keep that in mind..." Sera looked at her feet. "Uhm...I should go inside. It's getting late..."<br />
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"Well that's a relief," Sera laughed. "I'll see you another time."<br />
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"Yeah, definitely. Don't be a stranger! There aren't many of us out this way, it's kinda lonely sometimes. Catch you another time."<br />
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That Monday, Sera almost leapt out the door in her eagerness to get to work. Andrew was having trouble finding work, and took out his frustration on her, sniping at every little thing she did, from cooking pancakes, to how she made the bed.<br />
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"You're yawning a bit." Her ride commented.<br />
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"Not much sleep last night," Sera replied shortly.<br />
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"Whoa!" Sera backed away. "You spent all weekend treating me like crap. I am NOT interested right now!"</div>
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Sera exhaled a deep breath as she got out of the car. Andrew wouldn't have taken time off during the middle of the day unless it was important - he was a grumpy workaholic whose obsessions sometimes bordered on evil...if he had something to tell her, it was likely she would need to brace herself. </div>
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Sera had met Andrew while in high school, they had gone to prom together, had a few dates...then she missed a period. And another one. Desperately, they wed, hoping to forestall any scandal in the small town of Sunset Valley. But then...her period came. It turned out that the pressure of exams, graduation, and working out to be at her best to become a fireman had taken their toll. She certainly wasn't pregnant.</div>
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But by then it was too late. She was trapped, having discovered her now-husband's less than stellar qualities at a time when she couldn't do anything about them. Determined not to become a statistic, she had decided to try and make the marriage work. She was brave, and she had no one else. He was her only family.</div>
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"You took your time." Andrew snapped.</div>
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Sera smiled nervously. "I had to make sure someone could cover my shift in case of an emergency. I'm a firefighter, Andrew, I can't just leave."</div>
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"Oh and I can? I'm a stylist, Sera! It's an important job, I fix people's image. Their lives are useless without me, so you need me to make your job worth it."</div>
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Sera bit back her angry response. Andrew could and would make life uncomfortable if she angered him. Sometimes she was surprised that he had managed to hide his true nature for so long...and surprised at how nasty he could really be. "You had something to tell me?" She said instead, hoping to diffuse the situation.</div>
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Andrew's face lit up. "Yes. I've found us a house in Hidden Springs. We're moving in next week. No more Sunset Valley for us. No more stupid rumourmongers trying to cause trouble." His smile was gleeful.</div>
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"But...Andrew, our whole lives are here. We have good jobs...I can't just quit in a week. Why didn't you tell me?" Sera asked.</div>
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Andrew frowned. "It was a surprise. Last minute sale. I have a friend who set it up. Anyway, you're going. Sort it out!"</div>
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Sera hung her head. There was nothing she could do about it now, anyway. For anyone else it might have been a nice surprise for their husband to do this...but her parents' graves were here in Sunset Valley. She was going to miss talking her troubles out with them, even if it was just talking to their headstones. "I'll see if I can get a transfer." She whispered.</div>
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"Good. You'll like it there. Nice town, not like here."</div>
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<i>It doesn't seem possible that a week could go by so fast. </i>Sera thought, looking around her old firehouse. <i>Who knows what life will be like in Hidden Springs? Good, hopefully, but...</i> Deep down, she wondered if any place where she lived with Andrew could really be good. <i>Stop that.</i> She chided herself. <i>Think positively. That's the best thing to do.</i></div>
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Okay, so this is the first random legacy I have ever tried to blog, and I'm hoping it won't end up failing like all my other legacies. I always get tired of the lag and glitches about three generations in. But hopefully before I get to that stage my husband will have a new computer, which will be better, stronger, faster...lol.<br />
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So I'm going to follow Yangthecat's example and not reveal my roll just yet, but as things happen. After all, it will be more interesting that way...so far, it's pretty obvious that the careers are Firefighter/Stylist :-)<br />
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Find out more info on random legacies here: <a href="http://randomlegacychallenge.blogspot.com.au/">http://randomlegacychallenge.blogspot.com.au/</a><br />
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