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Generation 2 – Chapter 10

– Arielle –

“Yeah honey, you mind?” Jasper slurred over his shoulder as he went to light up a cigarette. A cigarette! In the middle of my kitchen! It’s not like I’d never had a cigarette before, he could have as many as he liked, but not around my kids!

“Yes I mind.” I snatched the cigarette out of his hands, running over to the trash can and throwing it away.

“What the fucks your problem?!” Oh God I really didn’t have time for him today. The kids would be home any minute, and I just knew as soon as they walked in Olive would wake from her peaceful nap and scream down the house, she definitely loved the attention.

“Oh Jasper why don’t you just go fawn over yourself, I’m sure your band are on a few of the music channels as we speak.” I busied myself sorting a pile of cook books as he stood there staring at me. Probably thinking of a response, he seemed pretty dumb.

“Chill out. Like I knew you were older than Ori but what are you, 50?”  He threw his arms in front of him, trying to mock me. I didn’t really care in the slightest.

“Jasper. Go outside and have a cigarette. Go play your guitar. Just go. Do something! Please, I need to get all these things in order before the kids get home.”

“Dude, you act like 79 or somethin’. You’re pretty hot actually…” He cocked his head to the side as he stared at me from across the kitchen island. I couldn’t blame him for appreciating my good looks, but he really was starting to grind on me. Actually I tell a lie, he ground on me from the minute he stepped foot in my house in his dirty leathers. I literally laughed out loud at his remarks, God what was I doing? A few years ago I would have went crazy, telling him I’d never be a housewife, never be any of the things I am now.

“Jasper, Jasper. Look I know what you’re like…” The drugs didn’t really help his brain think of witty remarks, so maybe I should let him off for his totally lame retorts. “…Go and watch TV or something, or even better, I put your guitar in the garage, go play that for a while.” I was talking to him like he was one of my children, but I had gathered it was the only way to speak to him from his stay here.

“Garage, listen I ain’t played in a garage since I was 15. I ain’t goin’ there. Get me a studio or somethin’ yeah? And while your at it you got any vodka?”

“I suppose it will be a reminder of your youth. And yes I have vodka. And no you’re not drinking it. It’s 2:30 in the afternoon.”

“You’re seriously tellin’ me no?” He looked puzzled. He was one of those people used to getting his own way, after all he was the lead singer of one of the most popular rock bands in the country.

“Jasper, just go!” I was reaching the end of my tether, I threw my arms up in exasperation as he stood there stony faced, staring at me.

He stared at me a while longer before he went to leave. Turning around in the doorway he threw me a final remark, which surprised me.

“You know… I kinda like you.” The beginnings of a smile played on the corner of his lips before he was off out the front door, presumably on his way to the garage. Jeez, since when did I become a babysitter to rock stars? Just as I went to continue my clean up I heard the familliar (although now a little more harsh from years of smoking) voice of Oriana and turned around to see her walking through the door.

“Hey sis, what’s up?”

I gave up. I was never going to get anything done with these two in the house. We sat down at the stools on the island, it was a little awkward, we were sisters but we barely ever saw each other, then she showed up at my door in the dead of the night 2 weeks ago, with Jasper and 18 suitcases full of all their crap.

“How are you holding up?” I asked, I was genuinely concerned for her, I definitely didn’t buy her excuses of just wanting to ‘see her sister’. She had been off around Europe for the last 3 years, keeping Jasper company on his tour.

“Ari I… I need… no, no forget it.” She looked away from me, out of the window into the garden, what on earth was wrong?

“Oriana? What’s wrong, come on you can’t do that. You can’t just say something then not tell me the rest, not when I realise your in trouble.” She turned her head to me, clearly shocked that I knew something. “do you think I’m an idiot? I know you wouldn’t have showed up here if it wasn’t important. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” I could tell she was thinking about it, we stared at each other uneasily for a few minutes, waiting for what would come next.

“Um – well you know how Jasper’s band were sort of, failing a few years ago,” Of course I knew, they had made an amazing comeback at a time when they were about to disappear, I nodded at her. “Well around that time is when I met him and well, I kind of…” she stopped for a while, “I-kind-of-funded-their-comeback” She blurted it out, probably before she changed her mind.

“What?! You funded their comeback? Their album recordings? So what, it can’t have cost that much.”

“Well I sort of kept on funding them, the European tour, I paid for… all of it.” I saw her face drop as she said it. Oh God she was broke.

“You must be getting it back by now? They’re making tonnes of money, I bet if we turned on the radio we’d hear something by them.”

“Well we didn’t sign any documents or anything, I was… on a few things at the time,” Surprise surprise. “and well we got into debt also.” My mouth opened a few inches in shock.

“Ori! Why didn’t you sign any documents?! You can be so stupid sometimes!” I conveniently forgot the incident where I almost gave away 10 million simoleans without checking the facts. “So you need money? What do you owe?” I mentally prepared myself for the number, it had to be big or she wouldn’t be asking.

“It’s 5 mil.” What! “I know, I know, it’s a lot but I swear they’re raking it in, we’ll be able to pay it back reeeeal soon!” I sat in silence for a while, my face impassive. 5 mil, I suppose it wasn’t too much, and they were raking it in after all, even I knew that much was true. I looked over at my sister, who had eyes fixated on the oven, not wanting to look at me. What happened to her? She had such promise, she was even in a band for a while. We all knew about her smoking and drinking and we guessed she occasionally took a few drugs, after all she was in the business of rock music, but when she just left the band like that and moved in with Jasper 4 years ago she let it go down the drain. I suspected cocaine for the both of them, but I would never ask. It was their life after all.

“Of course I’ll loan you the money Ori.” I said quietly. Her face jumped in shock, did she think I wasn’t going to give it to her?! What kind of sister did she think I was, jeez.

“Oh you’re the best sister ever, your totally making the right choice. Unlike that fucking sonofabitch Alexandra, I can’t believe were related, never mind fucking twins the fucking stupid fucker.” Woah, clearly Alexandra had turned her down for the 5 mil, we all had 20 in our trusts, and I was pretty sure Alex wouldn’t have spent hers, why wouldn’t she loan her it? I wonder if she’d tried to hit up mom before she came to ask me. Whatever, I was definitely helping her, I could afford it. I ignored her outburst and we proceeded to hug, which was kind of nice, I wasn’t used to it. I think I missed my family, it was natural I suppose. Whatever, I had my own family to care for now.

– Kitty –

“Uh…no…….no! Get.. no, ah, ah…” He was chasing me again, with the evil red hair, the evil smile, and he stunk! GET AWAY!

AH! I woke up slowly, another bad dream! They were sooo scary, the man chasing me, I didn’t care what mommy did, I was getting up right now, I couldn’t be in that dream any more. It seemed pretty early, maybe 4 in the morning or something, hehe, wait till I told Rosy I was up so early! She’d be soo jealous, she always talked about seeing the sunrise. My balcony was so cool, Tommy was so jealous that I had it, well ha! Girls are better than boys, Tommy’s just a smelly older brother. I knew what I could do!

I slowly climbed down the wall, it had these little hole things I could get my feet into. Mommy called them my little feet, I wasn’t little though! I was a big girl. I ran across the grass as fast as my ‘little feet’ could carry me, I didn’t want to wake anyone up. The treehouse looked kind of scary in the night, but there was a light in there, not that I was afraid of the dark, big girls aren’t afraid. Ewww! It stunk of boys in here! I needed my own treehouse, I didn’t even want Tommys, it had all football things on the wall and old socks and food from weeks ago, boys were so disgusting, they had cooties, if one tried to kiss me I would cry! The swing was much better, it was nice and clean. Wow it was peaceful out here at night, much better than being in those silly old dreams!

The sun was coming up, I had to get inside!! I was a princess who had to get back before the sun came up or she would become ugly forever! Phew, I was panting when I got back into my room just as the sun woke up. Now I was bored! I put on on some pretty pink clothes, pink is my favourite colour, and played with my toys for a bit, it was a Saturday. Cartoons! They were kind of boring, I wanted to do something fun! I knew what to do… but I’d get in trouble… so what! Hehe…

I put it down carefully, I knew this was aunt Oriana’s favourite seat, she was going to be soo embarrassed! I couldn’t help but giggle, everyone would think she had farted! ‘Oh here she comes!’ I hid in the corner of the room… waiting for her to sit down! Hahahaha! She was so shocked, I pointed at her and laughed.

“You farted! You farted! Aunt Oriana farted!”

She stormed out of the room in anger, that’s what mom would call a drama queen. Oh, Olive! Olive was my favourite sister ever, she was going to be my best friend when she wasn’t a little baby any more. Rosy said you should play peek-a-boo with them so I did, wow she was good at it, definitely smart. Way smarter than stinky Tommy.

Oh there was Tommy now, sat doing his homework. Ha, I knew he would leave it till Saturday, I did all of mine last night, because I’m a clever girl. Well if he wanted to come in the den he wasn’t allowed. This was a girls club. Oh! Me and Olive would start our own girls club somewhere in the house, yep that was it, No Boys Allowed. Rosy could come over!

“Come on Olive” I said as I picked her up and walked away.

– Tommy –

“Dear… miss. If you read this… you… stink… of poo!” Ha! That would teach the stupid teacher, she gave me an F! Well now she stunk of poo, aha! She would admit it too, because she read this. Austin had so many funny ideas about what to write instead of doing our homework. Saturday was a free day, no way was I doing homework! It was too hard as well, I wasn’t really that good at the classes, I was better at sports and scouts and all those outdoor things.

Hmm what time was it? Austin would be here at 1, his mom was dropping him off. I had heard his mom saying they were ‘going through a divorce’ whatever that meant. Mommy and Daddy had one of those years ago, she told me. I hadn’t even seen my dad in years, I remember him coming when I was little then just stopping. Noah was my dad now. I was kind of bored now, maybe I could watch some cartoons… oh, Jasper was in there! He was kind of cool, a bit weird though, I sat down beside him and stared at a music video which was playing, what was this dumb music?

“This sucks Jasper. Can we put cartoons on?” I asked hopefully.

“SUCKS?! This is my band you little squirt, we’re the best band goin’, hey, hey check this out, it’s my guitar solo… yeahhhh, that’s good right?”

Why was he on the TV? The music was okay I suppose, mommy said kids didn’t really get that into music, I suppose she was right, this was boring.

“This is boring Jasper!!” I moaned loudly. When would it be 1?! I wanted Austin to come round.

“Borin’?! This is fuckin’ great kid. You don’t know nothin’.” He was staring at me, and he swore! He looked evil, like one of the bad guys on a cartoon, I was getting out of here!

The doorbell! That was my escape, mom would have called it saved by the bell, wow she was so right!

“Yey you’re here!” we didn’t hug or anything when I let him in, that was for girls. “Come on mom got me some cool new costumes!” I had to show him them, mom was the best, even though she tried to kiss me in public. She bought me anything I wanted, it was so cool! Dad never bought me anything any more, but he was too scary to argue with.

Me and Austin ran up to my bedroom and quickly changed into our new costumes, I was the Royal Red Prince and he was the Gallant Grey Knight! We looked totally cool, it was as if we were really in the middle ages or something!

“Come my gallant young knight, I request your presence in the royal gardens.” I told Austin as I strutted out of the bedroom with an English accent.

We played all around the playground, going up into the treehouse, which Austin thought someone had been in but he was obviously just being strange, no one could come up here, especially not girls! Boys were so much cooler than girls. Kitty was a geek! She wanted to go to the private school but I loved the school we went to now, the other kids in the neighbourhood who went to that school completely loved themselves and thought they were the greatest.

“Come on Austin push harder!” I shouted as we flew up and down on the see-saw, wow I wish I could just spend all day here, outside in the playground. Austin was just like me, we both loved the sports and the outdoor stuff, neither of us really liked TV or stuff like that, and we hated homework!

– Arielle –

“Come on Olive, yes, yes, that’s right, good girl.” I reached down, lifting her out of the crib. “Aw yes, come on my girl.” I stroked her hair as she snuggled into my arm, she was so cute! Hopefully the child kicking around inside of me would be as sweet as Olive.

“Mommy fish. Fish!” She loved fish, they were her favourite thing, which was why I did her whole room in such a style, I’d come in her bedroom to find her stood up in her crib staring at the fish swimming around the tank across the room, giggling as they bumped around in the tank.

“Yes fish. Come, the nice Doctor is downstairs, she came here just for you!” We had been passing a cold between us for a few weeks, and I wanted to get her checked on.

“Thank you so much for making a house call Doctor, I know you don’t usually do it, I just want you to know how much I appreciate it.” I told the Doctor as she fussed around putting the little vials of blood away her briefcase. I coughed loudly, followed by a sneeze. God this cold was annoying.

“It’s fine, anything for Lily’s daughter. Are you sure it’s Olive that needs checking though, you seem a little off, and you look quite pale.

“Oh no, it’s just a flu. And that’s just my complexion.” I laughed as she stared at me, waiting for more. “Well I’ve been a little ill for a few weeks now I guess, but I’m sure it’s just a bad spell of flu.”

“How long?”

“Oh erm, a month, 6 weeks maybe?” She nodded at me slowly.

“Seems a little long for a cold, I’ll take some blood while I’m here, you know, just to be sure. It could be side effects of your pregnancy, but again, I would like to be sure.” She went back to her briefcase, probably to get a huge needle.

“Oh no – no, I’m fine, I swear.”

“Listen, it’s better to be safe than sorry, right?” I nodded and held out my arm as she took a blood sample, ouch that needle was a bitch. She wasn’t going to find anything, I hadn’t been ill a day in my life. “Okay, I’ll call you with both Olive’s and your own results as soon as they’re ready, probably a few days.” I thanked her and showed her to the door, where I got a surprise as I opened it.

“Mom! Dad! What are you doing here!” It was a shock, they hadn’t even called, what on earth. Lily embraced me as dad looked at me sternly, was I in trouble or something? It wasn’t like I was 16 any more running away from Dad in a nightclub with Noah on my arm, but I still got a little pang of fear when I thought I may have done something he didn’t approve of.

“I’ll excuse my self, nice to see you Lily.” Heather said as she side stepped the family and left.

“Yes, yes you too, I’ll call you, we can lunch!” Lily shouted back as Heather made her way to her car. 60 years old and she was still networking any chance she could. “Well, are you going to invite us in? I’m not as young as I once was.” She joked as I quickly stepped aside and let them into the hallway. We made our way into the kitchen, where I busied myself making a pot of tea, and Chace went outside to take a call, probably business.

“Well mother, you must be here for a reason?” I didn’t really want to beat around the bush, she obviously had something to say or she wouldn’t have dragged herself away from her newest acting role.

“Well I thought we could exchange the pleasentires first, but as you’re so adamant, what on earth were you thinking giving Oriana that money?!”

“Excuse me?! Why wouldn’t I help out my sister? She needed the money.” I couldn’t believe she was shouting at me for trying to help Oriana. “What was I supposed to do, say no?”

“Yes! Just like everyone else did. You know she’s on drugs, we suspect the money is to pay off various dealers, buy more drugs, keep up the exorbitant hotel bills and the free flowing champagne. Did you know they went to Pastise a few months ago, and she paid for dinner for 15 people?! She’s unreliable, you should never have given her that money.” Well how was I supposed to know any of that?! I actually thought I was helping. “I don’t know why you let them stay here, she has to figure this out on her own.”

“Oh yes mother, you would say that.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Well just that we all had to ‘figure it out on our own’ growing up, you were never there to offer support, oh don’t put on that face mother you know that I’m only saying what all of us have wanted to say for years. You’ve came to see the children 6 times since Tommy was born. 6 times! Tommy’s almost 13 now, how could you see your grandson 6 times in 13 years?!” I was really going at it now, the walls had came down and everything I’d always wanted to say was coming out.

“Oh well I’m so sorry for giving you a sense of self suffiency. I’m sorry for not putting my dreams on the line for you kids! You think I would have wanted what you have? A stay at home mother, little miss housewife?!”

“Little miss housewife?!” I laughed at her, “Come on mother, has it been a while since you’ve gone toe to toe with someone in an argument? Please come up with something better.”

“Oh Arielle I don’t want to deal with you right now.”

“You never wanted to deal with any of us.” I told her bluntly.

“Arielle please.” She turned away from me and held her hand up, effectively ending the conversation. It always had to be her way. “I’m going to take a nap, my feet are killing me.” Maybe she shouldn’t wear high heels at 60 then.

“Fine.” I replied, also turning away and putting tea bags into the pot. She went upstairs, and stayed there all night. I didn’t feel bad in the slightest, she deserved to have me criticise her, she’d gotten away with it her entire life. And as for Oriana, I still stood by my decision, I was helping her! Chace convinced her to stay at the house for a few weeks, he had clearly heard the argument and was trying to give us the chance to mend our relationship, the only problem was neither of us would talk to the other. At least she was spending time with the kids, who loved having their famous grandmother around. Another grandchild for her to ignore came into the world a few weeks after our argument, Oliver Belgravia was the easiest labour I’d had yet, which was strange because it was one of the most stressful times of my life.

Everything with the family I had raised was perfect. It was my own mother that was the problem. We still hadn’t talked about the argument, and I didn’t think we were going to. I certainly wasn’t making the first move.Tommy and Olive’s birthday’s fell very close together so we threw a joint pool party as Tommy aged into his teens and Olive grew into childhood. I couldn’t believe Tommy was already a teenager, soon he’d be chasing girls, acting out and God knows what else.

It was such a wonderful day, with everyone running around having copious amounts of fun. Oliver had just missed spending his toddler years with Olive, but he wasn’t the baby of the family, oh no, there was another child on the way, God it was a hard thought. My 5th pregnancy., I stood back for a while, just watching everyone. It almost brought a tear to my eye that this was my family, I loved them so much. I just hoped that with yet another ‘bun in the oven’ it wouldn’t be too much to cope with.

I was about to go and rejoin the party when my phone rang. Caller ID told me it was the doctor, goodness I’d forgotten all about it.

“Doctor? Yes hello… I forgot all about this, what took so long?”

“I have your test results back.”

“Yes? Well what are they?” She told me she couldn’t tell me over the phone, “Well why? You told me Olive was fine over the phone a few weeks ago.”

“I think you should come in. We have to talk.”

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Here are some updated pictures of the grounds:

Suburbia Update


I moved the Belgravia’s to a new town so they could have both a 60×60 lot and exist in a suburban environment – plus I felt like a change of scenery from Bridgeport!

The new move meant having to completely redo the house (although I tried to keep it as close to the original as possible – just with a better layout) which was one of the reasons I didn’t update for so long.

I thought I would show you the improved home (many rooms have remained the same-ish) mainly because of Alexandra‘s request!

Living Area



Pantry/Laundry Room

Dining Room

TV Room

Noah’s Study

Upstairs Landing

Arielle & Noah’s Bedroom

Arielle & Noah’s Bathroom

Tommy’s Bedroom

Kitty’s Bedroom

Guest Bedroom


Generation 2 – Chapter 9

“Tommy will you get back here?!” I shouted as I ran after Tommy through the house, “and where on earth is your sister? Tommy!” He was turning into a real handful, Oriana’s doll didn’t seem to entertain him as much these days.

“There you go sit here. Yes, yes you can play with my necklace, I’ll be right back.” I settled him down in the high chair, where on earth was Kitty?

“Oh my God Kitty get away from the pool!” What on earth was she doing?! Thank God I had found her, she could have fallen in. “There there, come here.”

“Mommy I want water! Water water splash splash! Mommy I want claw! CLAW! CLAW!”

“Okay, okay, raaarrghhh!”

“Phew.” I exclaimed as I set her down in the kitchen and took Tommy out of the high chair to play with her, wiping the loose strands of hair out of my face. I had to get dinner started, Noah should be back from work soon.

“Mommy juice! Juice now!”

“Tommy what did you forget?”


“No, the word is please!” God I hoped I was doing this right, I needed them to have some manners.

“PLEASE! He screamed, throwing his hands in the air and sending my necklace flying across the room.

“Okay okay, here. Now why don’t you and your sister both play a game while Mommy makes dinner?” Please let them play for an hour while I got dinner ready.

“With Kitty? She stinks! I no play with girl!” Kitty carried on with her doll, oblivious.

“Your sister does not stink, play, now!” He huffed reluctantly as I handed him his doll, he thought they were for girls lately, against my many attempts to explain that this was a unisex doll.

I started preparing the hamburgers warily, I had only made them a few times and I wanted everything to be perfect for Noah’s dinner, not that he would ever complain but still. After all, I guess I was a housewife now… wow, a housewife. I had those fleeting moments of doubt where I wondered what it would be like to have a different life, if I had stayed in the past, a party girl… but then I looked around at the children playing with their toys and that all washed away, I loved them so much.

After the gruelling process of trying desperately not to burn the burgers I ran the children up to bed, for now they slept in the same room (much to Tommy’s annoyance) but I was working on rooms of their own, interior design was a big thing of mine lately (I redid most of the house due to my post-natal depression after Kitty’s birth). I could barely keep my eyes open as I sat in the living room reading The Art of Feng Shui after brushing my teeth and changing into a comfortable tracksuit, I seemed to be getting fatter lately… it wouldn’t matter if I just closed my eyes for 5 seconds would it?

“Arielle? Ari…” Someone was shaking me, God it was Noah, how long had I been asleep?!

“Sorry Noah, I fell asleep for longer than I thought.” I said as he pecked me on the cheek. I snuggled into his arm as he sat down in his dirty overalls on the sofa. What on earth was he wearing? Who cared, I was too tired to ask. “Your burgers are in the kitchen by the way.” I told him as I relaxed in the groove of his arm, it was so great having him around, we were living a proper life, so different from my old one, and actually better. I couldn’t wait to get him up to the bedroom.

The next few weeks were spent preparing for Tommy’s birthday, he was growing up so fast! I continued working on my book, although I couldn’t really get much done! The only time I could get a decent portion of work done was when Tommy was out with Noah and there was only Kitty to watch, who was no where near as loud and voracious as her older brother, and (for now) was perfectly content to play with her doll, although she did make the occasional trip to the pool, so I installed a gate outside.

Tommy’s birthday was a huge success, it was just the four of us, and it was the moments like this that I loved the most about being a mother. The look on his face as he tried his hardest to blow out the candles was so sweet, with all of us around cheering him on. I could tell that he loved the attention, this was his day, and he definitely knew it. Noah had gotten time off work for the day so Noah was, naturally, lavishing his attention on the kids, which they loved. They definitely looked up to him, he was that scary father figure who was at work all day and came home with huge hugs and presents at the end of the day, they would never act out in front of him.

“Tommy will you stop eating that cake, it’s been there for days.” I shouted as I rushed around the kitchen preparing dinner.

“But mom it’s tasty, and you said it needs eating” Tommy replied through mouthfuls of his birthday cake, now going stale because no one had bothered to finish it.

“You’re going to spoil your dinner, now stop eating it!” He had a huge appetite, probably from all the running around he did. No matter how many toys and games he had he loved playing more than anything, I couldn’t wait for Kitty to grow up so they could play together, although he may not want to, he had even enforced a ‘No Girls Allowed’ rule on his treehouse.

“Neeeeeeeeeerrrr!!” I heard him scream as he ran off to the TV room, leaving cake all over the floor. What on earth was he playing now? “Mom, mom, mom, I’m playing cars! Look I’m going to run this old lady over, BAAANG!!”

“Tommy! You are not running an old lady over, that’s terrible” I laughed under my breath as I watched him playing, he was such a happy child, I couldn’t help but let him off for the far fetched games he played, running over an old lady, I never!

“Mom me found rabbit! Pink rabbit!” Kitty shouted as she stumbled through the den (she was running everywhere lately after almost mastering the art of walking) and into the kitchen behind me as I ran to the oven to take out the chicken.

“That’s great sweetie, why don’t you go and play with your brother?” I wish they would just play together, I had too many things to do, and I had recently found out I had another child on the way! How ever would I cope? “Oh and Kitty watch the piles of clothes I don’t want you to fall over!” The house was a complete mess, everyone threw their clothes on the floor without a thought for me, who was always left to clean them up!

Oh thank God, it seemed Tommy had taken Kitty into his game with him, they were astronauts now, although Kitty couldn’t use the dress up box as her brother could. It was wonderful when they played together, I wanted them to all have a strong bond, unlike me, Alex, and Oriana, who barely ever saw each other. They had only came to see the new house once, pshh. The memory of Kitty and Tommy playing together as children was a fond one, and it was one of the only times they actually had played together, maybe I should pull that old tool set thing out of storage, I’d had it moved when I redid the den, they could maybe bond over it again.

“Captain Tommy to the base, alien creature chasing me, repeat alien creature chasing me, I am under attack! Creature has blonde hair and a pink top, repeat, destroy the target!” Kitty ran after Tommy through the den, laughing hysterically as he described her as the alien, God they were so cute. Ouch! That was a hard kick, I had to stop chopping up the rosemary for a few seconds and nurse my stomach, maybe I was going a little too fast for this baby, or maybe it would be just as boisterous as Tommy, and this was just a taste of things to come! I needed a break.

“Yes?” I asked as I opened the door extremely early a few mornings later.

Your son has been very bad!” Excuse me? Who was this uptight woman, I’d never seen her in my life. “I looked out of the window last night to see him running away, leaving a trail of eggs in his wake! He has been throwing eggs at my house!” I almost laughed, it was so like him, he was always looking for fun, there wasn’t many kids in the neighbourhood so this was obviously how he was entertaining himself.

“Oh I’m so sorry- I’ll definitely have a word with him.” I went to close the door before I laughed in her face but she stopped me with her words,

“I’ll sue if he doesn’t stop! This is a disgrace, my Michelle would never be so naughty.” She was livid.

“You’ll sue? He’s just a child, I’ll pay for a window cleaner to come over, it’s not a big deal, again I’m sorry, now goodbye.” I slammed the door firmly in her face, leaving her steaming . Who did she think she was, she’ll sue? Let her try. This new neighbourhood was becoming a real pain, I was beginning to regret ever leaving the triplex. No, I wanted a suburban house, and I suppose this was just one of the prices I had to pay for that. Oh well, I had no time to deal with Tommy right now, I’d just tell him not to do it again when I saw him later, for now I had to get his things ready for his first day of school, I couldn’t believe he was finally starting! I didn’t even remember my first day of school, but it did remember school being the centre of my universe at the time, God it’s strange how school is such a distant memory once you’ve left.

“Mom mom when can we leave, I want to go to school!” Tommy asked as he tied his shoes.

“We’re leaving in a minute sweetie, I’ll be right there.” It took me more than a minute to get up the stairs, especially as I had to cart around the baby inside of me, which was getting heavier by the day.

“Come ooooooooooooon!! Mission school commencing in 5 seconds mommy!” he shouted as he ran out of the front door and I waddled behind him.

“Did you remember your backpack?”

“Yes mom, you’ve already asked, I put it in the car earlier, now GO GO GO!” Geez, he was excited, I hoped he actually liked school. I had went to look at the school he was going to and I wasn’t impressed. It was right in the middle of the dense city centre with an apartment block overlooking it! I was trying to convince Noah to let me send them to the local private school (which thank God wasn’t a boarding school) but he was adamant that his children should grow up with everybody else, even if they lived a more privileged life at home.

“And you remembered your lunch?” I asked as we drove up the hill to the school, I had to take a detour and pick up some groceries.

“Yes! Now come on, can’t you move this thing any faster, you drive like a woman!” I couldn’t help but laugh, he was on the edge of his seat, desperate to get to school.

“I drive fine thank you very much! Just because I’m not a speed freak like your father!” We both laughed, and settled into silence as he watched the roads go by, getting closer and closer to the school.

I was definitely more nervous than him as we pulled up outside the school, which I still hated. They had tried to make the front acceptable, but all you had to do was look around and you’d know that some of the kids at this school would be rough, it was definitely not a desirable area.

“Now are you ready?” I lowered myself down so we were face to face. “I want to hear all about it when you get home, give me a kiss.” I moved in to kiss him when he heard a few children giggling behind him.

“Ew mom no!” He jumped back quickly and ran off,

“See you… later” I trailed off as he disappeared into the school, I knew it was just a part of growing up, and I could bet in a few weeks he’d want to take the bus so he didn’t look like he relied on his mother, but I couldn’t help but be a little upset that he hadn’t wanted to kiss me in front of the other kids, ah well, he had to start growing up at some point.

When I picked him up he was raving about his day, telling me how brilliant the kids in his class were, he even complimented one (only one – he hated the rest) of his teachers, saying she was ‘cool’! Success! I was so glad he was enjoying it, he had made a couple of friends, and even asked me to let him join scouts, could it get more perfect?! I was sure the time would come when one of my children began to hate school, a few days would be skipped, teachers calling the house, but for now he loved it, and I was so grateful. Mine and Noah’s third child was born just after Tommy had told me about his great day at scouts and rushed off to play in the treehouse, Kitty’s birthday was upcoming and I was about to start baking the cake when I felt my waters break.

Olivia was born a few hours later, after a long and painful labour, the worst one I’d had yet, I wouldn’t have been surprised if twins had came out! She’d inherited her fathers black hair as well as my pale skin and was absolutely beautiful! Kitty called her Olive instead of Olivia one day and it sort of stuck, just like Kitty for Katherine. Tommy, Kitty, and Olive. Was no one called by their full names around here!?

The childhood stage was so much easier with Tommy and Kitty both being in school now, finally becoming a little more independant and starting to make friends. Tommy was barely home, well, he was barely ever in the house. His friends thought our little playground was so cool, they told me it was even better than the one at the school. Whatever, I’d just bought one of everything in the store and had some workers fit it, it was a small price to pay for something that kept the kids occupied for hours. Kitty was still banned from the treehouse under the ‘No Girls Allowed’ rule and would moan to me for hours about getting her own. No way was she getting her own, she’d just have to find a way of getting into Tommy’s, I’d let them work it out between themselves. For now my attention was all on Olive. She learned to walk, talk, and everything else fairly easy, much quicker than my other children. Her main passion was the peg box. She’d sit there for hours on end, easily slipping the shapes into the respective holes, this was a smart one.

I still didn’t see Noah as much as I would have liked, and every time I did we fell straight into bed. I could sense another pregnancy would be on the horizon if we didn’t start using protection, but neither us cared, we both wanted more children, after all we had more than enough space, and more than enough love to give to them. Of course we had problems with the kids, but that didn’t put us off, on the contrary, it was quite exciting, this was the real nitty gritty of being a parent, and I was glad I was finally experiencing it. Kitty’s problems with school were one of those ‘nitty gritty’ moments. However much Tommy loved Public School, that’s how much Kitty hated it. She begged me to move her to the local private where most of the neighbourhood girls went.

“But mother! I hate it there! The area is so dirty, a girl called me a posh freak the other day because you insist on picking us up in that huge Range Rover, which probably cost more than the house she lives in! I want to go with my friends! PLEASE!” She fumed as we argued over it yet again. I would have been happy to send her to the private, I had no idea why Noah was so against it!

“We’ve talked about this before Kitty, the answers no. You can go to Public School with your brother.” I finished the argument, getting back to work on my book and ignoring her fiercely antagonistic expression.

“You’re the worst mom in the world! I hate you!!” She stormed out of the den in another one of her moods, she had changed so much from that placid little child who was happy to play with her doll and enthused over a pink bunny. I walked into the TV room to tell Noah about this latest outburst from our very angry daughter when I heard a few snippets of his conversation.

“…I know – no I can’t get away right now, I’ll call you…” He laughed at whatever the person on the other line was saying, “You know I feel the same, okay bye.” What was that all about?

“What was that about?” I asked as we embraced,

“Nothing – just work stuff, I don’t want to worry you with it.”

“But I want to know, maybe I can -” He made me lose my train of thought by crushing his lips against mine, I forgot all about wanting to help him with work, I only wanted him in bed with me.

“Let’s go upstairs you gorgeous woman.”

It was probably just me being paranoid – after all I was starting to turn into the proverbial housewife, but then again I was still gorgeous, he could never cheat on me. He better not be, because a few weeks later I felt those familiar stirrings once more – our family was still expanding.

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Sorry for such a long wait! I moved the Belgravia’s to a new town in order to have a 60×60 lot and so the family could exist in a suburban neighbourhood – not the celebrity filled hills of Bridgeport. The new town is not particularly important to the story, and I completely rebuilt the house as I was a little unhappy with the layout – with rebuilding comes decorating (which I never think is right so I change it over and over) landscaping etc.

I know this chapters a little slow but don’t worry – drama for the children as they grow up I’m sure – for now I’m enjoying living my idyllic childhood through my sims – hope you enjoy.

– Marissa x

Generation 2 – Chapter 8

Okay I’ll admit it – I had no idea how to cook. I had been trying to make a decent plate of waffles for lets see… 6 hours now? It was just impossible, no wonder Lily had always hired a chef, ordered take out, or asked the maid to cook, it was a nightmare! But I was determined to be a real mom – those TV shows where the mom cooks a huge dinner and all the family eat around the table with wine, great conversation, and lots of laughter. The house I had bought was simply perfect for the life I envision, apart from the obvious things tearing it apart – the husband, yes husband, we went down to city hall and found out it was official, the look on Leo’s face when he realised we were married was just… awful, he looked distraught, as if it was the biggest mistake of his life. The fact that I worked more than I was home (which I was beginning to think maybe wasn’t the best idea I ever had) and the fact that I had no idea how to raise a child!

Things with Leo had gone from bad to worse. In some far corner of my mind that was unlocked by copious amounts of alcohol I must have believed that marriage was the key to happiness, but it actually wasn’t, it had only made things worse. And to add to my misfortune I couldn’t stop thinking about Noah. I still owned the city Triplex, and Consuela had phoned me every week with my messages, always, always there were at least 6 from Noah, begging me to talk to him, to at least tell him it’s over, but I couldn’t – because in my heart, it wasn’t over. It may have been years ago, and nothing actually ever happened between us, but we both knew there was a spark there, one that we couldn’t ignore, but I had to for now. I couldn’t kick Leo out, not with his child on the way. The pregnancy wasn’t half as bad as I expected, yes I had those bouts of sickness, which could come at any time of the day (I even had to jump out of the pool and run to the toilet once) but I was expecting much worse, this is what happens when you watch too much TV as a child!

It had been a difficult choice deciding to move out of the apartment, but that was another thing that I thought may fix the marriage. In a smaller place, maybe I’d feel closer to Leo as I’d actually be closer to him, he was always in the little den behind the kitchen, I’d see him hard at work on his easels, never turning round and acknowledging me, or even smiling. I went to a few parties while I still had my figure (the baby wasn’t showing yet) but they usually turned out to be pretty much a drag. The people were my age but acted 45. Like this one party thrown by the woman who lived on the cliff above us, Helen Dorenson. I was totally late to the party and had stupidly decided to walk (she only lived on the cliff above us after all) but the road was much longer than I thought, and I was 2 hours late by the time the house came into my sights.

I walked in expecting a party in full swing, with drinks and dancing and music, but I got like a 40 year old party populated by 25 year olds. They were all so serious with their glasses of champagne and their talks of politics, I went and said hello to the hostess (who looked scarily like me – a more glamorous version) and then quickly excused myself and went out onto the terrace.

I wasn’t sure if I missed living in the city as I looked over the water to the beauty of it’s lights, it was amazing being able to appreciate it from here. Ultimately I thought moving out would help mine and Leo’s marriage, and I wanted to raise our child away from the city, in a real family environment, where going into the city would be something to look forward to or something, I didn’t really know, but I was happy I did it. The house I bought was fabulous, I had never had any outside space and I may have overdone it with tree-houses and a huge pool and outside seating and barbecue areas and 4 cars parked on the drive when there were only 2 of us, I think I just got a little overexcited.

I quietly slipped away from the party through the back and began the walk home. Maybe I should become a writer or something, I really wasn’t happy at Belgravia Industries International, people didn’t treat me with respect because they thought (ok they knew) that I only had the job because of who my father was. I was asked to do the mundane tasks, and I didn’t dare accept Chace’s offer of a higher position in case they hated me even more. Walking into the house I had to stop and admire the art, I really did love Leo’s idea of just covering the house in pictures, it made it feel really homey compared to what I had grown up in (blank walls with signature pieces) although we had decided to keep the bedroom pretty much a copy of the bedroom in the triplex, but I was thinking of changing that soon.

I was dreading loosing my figure – it had always been one of my greatest assets, but it did eventually begin to deteriorate, and that’s when I discovered the joy of proper pyjamas! I couldn’t believe I had skipped out on wearing something so comfortable for the whole sexy/cute thing, these were a revelation! I only had one pair (and I wasn’t going shopping looking this fat, ew) so I’d just wash them every few days, and then put them straight back on, I loved it! Waffles were still an art I was attempting to master, but I was definitely getting better at it (I’d found a few cookbooks on the shelf which helped a lot).

When the day finally came for my child to come into the world I panicked for a second. I felt my water break and I started running around the house screaming in panic, but in fact I wasn’t even in pain. I had seen way to many movies! I was perfectly calm, and the doctor soon arrived to deliver the baby at home like we had planned. I couldn’t wait to be a mother, it was such a strange thought, I had just created a human inside me. How? It was so interesting, so… I don’t know, it was just amazing.

Thomas Belgravia was born in the kitchen (of course, I was never out of there) at 11PM, and he was absolutely beautiful. I had a child. I was a mother. It was really just sinking in. I had all these thoughts about the house and what it would be like having a family here, but now I actually had a family of my own.

Okay – I had some problems here. I wanted to actually show him being a baby for a while (although I don’t know why because they’re boring at that stage) but little Thomas had… other ideas.

Anyone else get these ridiculous problems with babies?! I believe its the custom content, but never mind.

It seemed like only a few days before he became a little toddler, and an absolutely adorable one at that. I loved the nursery we (I use the term loosely – Leo bought a few toys then went back to his art) created for him, and I’m pretty sure he loved it too. Oriana sent him a totally cute toy to play with which he loved. A room full of designer toys and he wants to play with the rag doll my sister sent him, typical.

He was so gorgeous, I couldn’t believe he was my son! Everyone was dying to meet him, after all he was the first male to be born into the family. I started getting back into the books that I had purchased in France and never really took the time to read. I was always in the room with him, although I did leave him alone from time to time (I didn’t want to baby him too much) but never for more than 10 minutes… and yes I usually hid behind the door listening to make sure he was okay. He’d sit at my feet playing with that doll while I read aloud, trying to immerse him in the French language, I wanted him to understand other cultures.

Going out to collect the mail one morning I was excited to find a little package inside, a present! I had no idea who it could be from, but I wished I had never opened it when I did. A note from Noah – We still need to talk. – With two little diamond earrings to go with it. It was so tempting to meet with him, maybe I should speak to him. I was going to have to at one point, but I was afraid. I just couldn’t handle divorcing Leo. What about little Tommy, he would grow up in a broken family, not that Leo spent much time with him, he had recently been featured in one of the local galleries and spent all his time there readjusting where his paintings hung, changing the lighting and God knows what else.

As I moved into the hall towards the ringing doorbell later in the day I had to hide behind the wall in shock, he was here! Was he like some sort of crazy stalker?! Maybe he wasn’t genuine at all and just wanted to chop me up into a million pieces. I knew I had to answer, I couldn’t let this go on any longer, we had to talk.

Opening the door was a huge step in itself, I had never been willing to talk to him before, leaving him locked outside the grille gates, ignoring him (and getting married!) to escape him at the wedding, ignoring all his calls… but it was time to deal with it. We moved through to the kitchen, where some inane conversation about my house came up before we really got down to it.

“I still have feelings for you Arielle. I want to explore those feelings. I know your life is complicated right now with a husband and a child, but I’m willing to fight through it if you are… Arielle? Will you look at me?!”

“I feel the same way Noah. But you have to give me time, things are happening at an alarming rate in my life, I have my son to think about. Yes, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that me and Leo don’t work, and marriage was stupid, but I can’t just cut him loose, I have to tell him and we have to work out plans for Tommy and the the division of assets, the art, the money he’s made while we’ve been together… its complicated.”

“I’m willing to wait if you’ll be there at the end of it all.” Gosh he was so understanding, even better than I remembered him from years ago, but still just as hot. We looked at each other for a long while, the conversation had been much easier than I imagined, I thought his persistence would translate to wanting to be with me ASAP (which he clearly still wanted) but I was glad he was willing to wait for me. After all, I was hot.

“I’ll call you. I promise.” We hugged before he went about his business, which I realised I actually didn’t know what that was. I really had no idea about his life, was he still living with his room-mates in that huge modern house with the courtyard? Well when we did get together he’d obviously move here.

It was nerve racking, thinking about talking with Leo. I was waiting for him to come home, settling little Tommy down in bed in the nursery. He was such a joy, it was as if he never wanted me to leave, he totally loved me, and the feeling was mutual.

Pulling a book from the shelf I settled down in the den and waited for him to arrive. It was a great book, but I wasn’t paying any attention to it, I may as well have been reading it upside down. I had no idea how the conversation would go, would there be shouting and screaming? Maybe he’d hit me in anger, although if he did I’d smack him right back. It was another 3 hours before he finally came home, dumping a huge pile of easels in the corner and mumbling hello.

“Leo, we need to talk.” I gritted my teeth in nervousness, this was it, the moment my marriage would end, soon I would officially be a divorcee. Gosh, a 23 year old divorcee, it was a strange thought.

He let out a long sigh, “I know.”

“This just isn’t working out Leo, I’m sorry, truly, I really wanted it to work out, but I can’t stay in this sort of marriage.”

“Things were just… crazy between us Arielle. It was all a bit of a whirlwind, and to be honest, there’s a girl at the art gallery who I’m interested -”

“-Woah woah woah,” I cut across him, “I don’t wanna hear about anything like that right now, this is hard enough.” At least we both had people waiting at the other end for us, but I couldn’t help but feel a little upset that he was interested in somebody else.

“And what about little Tommy? He’s staying here by the way.” I told him firmly, if he wanted to battle for custody he better be prepared for a very long battle. The mayor was a good friend of Chace’s, and Lily had worked with the district attorney doing research for one of her movies, if he thought he was taking Tommy he had another thing coming.

“I know I’d never be able to fight you for custody, and I wouldn’t want to. I of course still want to visit, we’ll have to work something out properly, who has him on what days and such.” It was real. We were officially broken up, this was it. We eventually decided to go down to the court the next day and apply for a divorce.

“And what about the houses, the money, the art?”

“You can keep it all, it’s all your money Arielle. And you can keep the paintings of mine that we’ve hung, I actually think they might be worth a lot in a few years, there’s a lot of interest in them at the gallery.”

It was weird that  we could talk so… normally. There was none of the kicking and screaming I expected, plates being smashed, the house being trashed, punches flying at each other. We hadn’t talked for weeks, and I actually thought we could be friends now that we were getting out of the marriage, it would be best for Tommy if we were friends. It seemed like we both knew that it would be better off for everyone if we were divorced. I didn’t really know how to explain it to Tommy, we would have to do it later in life, he couldn’t even talk yet, never mind understand something like this. I knew Lily had kept secrets from us growing up, and I didn’t want to be like that with my children, I was going to tell them everything, I wanted to be both a mother and a friend, not just an authority figure. He decided to end it now, not to stay the night. I insisted that he should stay, but he just wanted to get away, and said he was sleeping at the gallery, although I had a feeling he was going to see that girl – and I kind of felt happy for him. Standing in the kitchen the finality of it all sunk in, we were finished, the house felt… different, emptier.

It was pretty amazing when Noah moved in a few days after Leo’s departure. I wasn’t used to sleeping alone, so I was definitely glad he was here. I knew our relationship was going to work, it just felt so different. He was so thoughtful too, like when he first arrived at the door with his bags, after letting him in he pulled out a beautiful bouquet of roses, Leo had never done something like that for me!

We shared our first kiss that very day in the kitchen, and then things just began to take off at an alarming rate. We had been talking for a while, it wasn’t at all awkward, we had so much to catch up on, so many years apart, we barely knew anything about each other, but that’s what made it so exciting. After finding out that he was in the music business (orchestra line) he moved towards me and just for a second I looked away shyly, then we looked at each other and kissed. It was like a spark exploded inside my head, he was so great!

Another thing I wasn’t expecting about him was that he was really family oriented. He seemed so polished and perfect on the surface, with his shiny suits and his perfectly tousled hair, but he loved starting up the barbecue and we’d sit outside for hours with a few bottles of red, getting to know each other more and more. Tommy took to him straight away, I suppose he had never really known Leo (which was beginning to change – isn’t it odd how as soon as me and Leo were no longer a couple he became a better father than he had been when we were together?) and Noah really took on the role of a father, teaching him to talk and telling him all about his favourite football team – The Llamas.

It was pretty much a miracle how perfect things were turning out, I had the most beautiful son in the world, a perfect boyfriend who was also an amazing father to another mans son (it wasn’t even an issue – he said he would raise Tommy as if he was his own) and an amazing home. The only wobbly part was my career. After my maternity leave I never returned to Belgravia Industries International, it just wasn’t a good fit for me, the corporate world didn’t interest me one bit, so with Alex’s help I started to write down the ideas in my head, mainly it was extracts of my life but with less drama (it wouldn’t even be realistic to write my own life – who would believe it!?) mainly revolving around a character I tactfully (ha) named Ariel. Of course I never let Tommy out of my sights as I worked, gently closing the den door and always watching him out of the corner of my eye through the glass.

It was all a whirlwind – my book was almost finished, which Alex was extremely proud of – she actually said it was good! Noah was now a permanent part of my life, I suppose you could say we were boyfriend and girlfriend but that seemed an odd title as I was a mother! I was kind of hoping he’d pop the question soon… okay I know I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Tommy was growing up faster than I ever anticipated, he was already running up and down the house, throwing his toys off the walls (ruining several pieces of art but so what – it’s just money) and generally just being a boisterous little man, I loved him so much.

In the back of my mind I had been worried about leaving my job and raising Tommy at home, I thought it could just be a routine, maybe I’d have to turn to the vodka to pass the days and become one of those awful alcoholic mothers. But it was so different. Every day was an adventure, I never knew what new word Tommy was going to spout, or what mischief he’d get up to. His laugh was the greatest thing to hear, it was totally the best laugh I had ever heard. Genuine happiness. It felt so different from my childhood. I had vague memories, but I wanted Tommy’s to be full of happy memories. I definitely needed to buy a camera, I wanted something to look back on and smile at when I was old and grey.

“Arielle,” Noah began one day as he came home from work, “We should go away. What do you think of China?” China?! Wow, I had been desperate to travel since my trip to France, and this was great news!

“I’ll miss Tommy but it could be nice to have some time away from him, maybe Lily will babysit him, it’s going to be amazing Noah!”  I didn’t know what to expect from China, what was I supposed to pack? I wanted to immerse myself in the culture and really fit in there. As the plane touched down in China 2 weeks later I stared out the window just as I had done when we touched down in France years ago. It was so different to France, and amazing in so many different ways.

The hotel we were staying in had a great suite, and we wasted no time in christening the bed, and finally cementing our position as a couple. It was strange, I was about to have sex with the person I had tried to use to take my virginity, it was totally strange. I was glad that we hadn’t done it all those years ago. What was I thinking trying to lose my virginity to him just so I could say I wasn’t a virgin any longer. High school didn’t even cross my mind any more, it felt like a whole other life, I hadn’t spoken to Michael or Emily in years, or that weird guy who put even more pressure on me to lose my virginity. He was probably stoned in the local park.

The trip may not have lived up to my France trip with regards to drama but that was exactly why I loved it. We just did things normal people do, I wasn’t flying to Paris to hide from a crazy teacher who was bribing me, I was just living. Long days spent in the Scholars Garden, trips to The Temple of Heaven to take in the view of the city, learning the basics of martial arts with Noah at the Academy, it was all so… peaceful. And exactly how a holiday should be.

We both missed Tommy, it was wonderful how quickly Noah had settled into the role of a father, Tommy actually asked to talk to him when Lily called us and put him on the phone every morning and evening. I was actually excited to get home and see him, which I never thought would be me. I didn’t used to be this person, I was never nurturing, for a while I wasn’t even sure that I wanted children, but once I had one it was the best decision I ever made. On our last day Noah convinced me to take an early morning hike up to one of the highest points in the city (which I will NEVER do again, my shoes were ruined!) and as we stood there taking in the view I felt his tension, what was he nervous about?

“Arielle,” he began, getting down on one knee. Oh boy, this was it. “I love you. I know we have only officially been together for a few weeks, but we’ve had a connection for years, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Arielle – say something…” I didn’t realise that I had been stood in silence, thinking about the last time this happened, with Howland.

“Yes, yes, of course!” I screamed as I snapped out of my little daze and threw myself into his warm embrace.

We spent the rest of the day in the hotel bedroom, just doing what engaged couples do, if you know what I mean, and as I woke up the next morning I had that very same feeling I had when I realised I was pregnant with Tommy, and I knew another baby was on the way.