Welcome back to my legacy story: The Devereaux
Legacy! Sebastian and Kitty have been waiting
patiently for me to write about their wedding and
everything that happens afterwards, so here we go!
Here is a toast: A toast to the lovely bride and groom,
Sebastian and Kitty. A toast to the fourth generation
that will be born at the main house. A toast to the
new legacy name. A toast to starting a new chapter.
In short, a toast to new beginnings.
The hustle and bustle of the wedding
preparations could be heard throughout the
neighborhood. Though the wedding was to
be a private affair, the uninvited citizens of
Pleasantview couldn’t help but walk by the
Devereaux house to try and get a glimpse.
Ansley tried very hard to not take over. The
last thing she wanted to do was step on
Kitty’s toes; she didn’t want to be “that
mother-in-law.” So when the urge to be bossy
tried to overtake her, she would instead retire
to her garden and talk to her plants there.
All of that talking worked, for she earned a
high score with the garden club and earned
her very own Wishing Well.
Sebastian, during this time, would practice his
wedding vows and his wedding speech over
and over. He was unsure as to why; as he was
pretty certain that when the time came, all the
practiced words would completely slip his
He was okay with that, though.
Kitty, for her part, had moved into the
Devereaux house. It was far easier for her to
do that as opposed to constantly commuting
back and forth between her own place and
Sebastian’s. Of course, Kitty had her own
bedroom as an unspoken agreement with
Ansley; an agreement that was “not under my
roof until you are married.”
Finally, it was the night before the wedding.
The last detail was planned and everyone
could breathe a little easier. Sebastian
managed to catch a moment of alone time
with Kitty before everyone retired to bed.
Grabbing her hand and giving it a kiss, he
gave Kitty his shy, lopsided grin. “Tomorrow’s
the big day,” he said.
Kitty grinned at him as she pulled her hand
away and put it playfully behind her back.
“You know that it’s bad luck to see the bride
the night before the wedding.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at her. “You
know how I feel about superstitions.” Kitty
rolled her eyes in response.
“Yeah, I know, but still. We’ve got to go to
bed anyway. I would hate to be all tired and
stuff at the ceremony.” Sebastian nodded in
agreement, and they both went to their
separate bedrooms for the last time.
Sebastian and Kitty were not the only
lovebirds looking forward to the big day.
Hunter and Ansley lay cuddled in bed
together as they looked to the future.
“So, we’re going to have our first grandkids
soon,” Ansley spoke softly as Hunter hugged
her. Hunter’s brow creased in confusion for a
“What about…” then he stopped. He
couldn’t remember what he was going to say.
A memory nagged at his mind, but it slipped
away when he tried to focus on it. He shook
his head and smiled down at his wife. “Yeah,
it’ll be strange to have small children running
The two of them lay in bed content, the
future of the family looking bright.
Indeed, even Josh’s ghost could be seen with
a rare, un-“rue”-ful smile as he wandered the
house. The legacy that he reluctantly started
was going to flourish and grow once again.
The next morning, Sebastian paced nervously
in the party room as he waited for the guest
to arrive. As he was looking over the
decorations and such, he noticed that
someone had already opened one of the
champagne bottles. Shrugging to himself, he
poured himself a glass to help settle his
nerves. Gulping it down in one swig, he
wrinkled his nose.
“Blech! It’s gone flat.”
“Obviously we can’t have flat champagne, so
I’ll just toss this away and get a new bottle
out,” he continued to say to himself as he
cleaned the bottle off the table. “It’s a shame,
too. It looked like that was from a good year.”
Afterwards, he rinsed the flat, gritty taste from
his mouth and prepared to greet the guest
who had finally shown up.
Sebastian’s breath caught as he saw Kitty
walking to the alter, looking beautiful in her
black lace trimmed wedding dress. Kitty
beamed up at Sebastian, knowing full well
that though his practiced vows will be
stumbled over, the love behind the meanings
will still be there.
Surprisingly though, Sebastian managed to
remember every single word.
After the vows were exchanged, the new
husband and wife only had eyes for each
other. Sebastian gazed into Kitty's eyes and
saw her love for him back.
"Kit, I never thought I would be happy again,"
he said softly. "I cannot even begin to tell you
how happy I am that I was wrong."
Kitty smiled back. "And I can't even begin to
tell you how happy I am that I have you."
The reception lasted all day and well into the
night. Everyone in the family had attended,
as well as a few party crashers. Sebastian and
Kitty didn't mind all that much; the more
people to celebrate their happiness the
Finally, the guests all left. Hunter and Ansley
cleaned up the remnants of the party while
Sebastian and Kitty went upstairs to go to
sleep. At least, that was the polite thing that
they told Sebastian's parents; and Hunter and
Ansley were more than willing to let it go at
that. They were both perfectly willing to
believe that any child that their son had came
about by Immaculate Conception than by
more traditional means.
Ansley in particular was positive that most
multi-generational families who lived under
the same roof convinced themselves of the
very same thing.
The two of them lay in bed together, not
saying much of anything at first. Sebastian
was painfully aware of what needed to come
next; he needed to produce an heir. A little
bit of panic arose inside of him. What if it's
the situation with Tris all over again? What
Before he could finish that though, Kitty put
her arms around him. "Sebby, I am a different
person and it's a completely different
situation. Don't worry about it."
Sebastian's mouth dropped open. "How did
you know what I was thinking?"
"Because I'm awesome, that's how," Kitty
responded and she leaned over him for a kiss.
There were no more words after that.
A couple of hours later, Sebastian woke up
feeling a little queasy. He looked over at the
sleeping Kitty, and decided to exit the
bedroom as quietly as he could. It must be
the nerves finally running out of my system,
Kit’s the one who is pregnant, yet I’m the one
having the pregnancy symptoms, Sebastian
thought ruefully as he made it to the
bathroom in the nick of time.
Indeed, Kitty was pregnant; yet she managed
to cheerfully go about her day with absolutely
no trouble from morning sickness. Or
afternoon sickness. Or night sickness. In fact,
she wasn’t sick ever.
Sebastian thought the entire thing was rather
Of course, it didn’t help that everyone in the
family knew about it. Ansley took it upon
herself to show her playful side as she teased
“Sebastian, maybe you’re ALSO pregnant!”
she giggled as she reached over to tickle him.
Sebastian glowered at his mother.
“Mom, maybe, just maybe, I’m just so in tune
with my wife that my mind has decided that it
doesn’t want to see her in any sort of
discomfort. Either that, or I have the flu.
Seriously Mom, I highly doubt that I’m the
one who is pregnant.”
Ansley rolled her eyes. Clearly Sebastian
couldn’t appreciate the humor in the
So naturally, Ansley would seek out Kitty and
the two of them would giggle at Sebastian’s
“You’re so lucky you don’t have to go
through all of that Kitty,” Ansley laughed.
Kitty smiled back mischievously.
“Oh, don’t I know it! Men should totally feel
what pregnancy feels like all of the time, I
“Well, they do when they get abducted by
aliens,” Ansley replied, warming up to the
subject. “Wouldn’t that be funny? You having
a kid and my son having an alien child?”
Kitty’s face creased into an uncertain look.
“Um, we don’t have a telescope, do we?
Sebby’s all about learning new things, and an
alien child is right up his alley.”
Ansley shook her head. “No we don’t. We
had one way back in the day, but now that we
have a house that’s big enough for a chess
board we go with that for logical pursuits.”
Kitty breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well, good. Then maybe he is just suffering
from my pregnancy symptoms.”
The two of them shrieked with laughter.
“Laugh it up ladies!” Sebastian shouted from
the bathroom in between dry heaves, “I’m so
VERY glad you find this all so amusing!” He
groaned and placed his head on the cool
porcelain as he heard the two of them
comply with his wishes.
He grew worried a few days later when he felt
a kicking sensation in his stomach. “Hey Kit?
Is the baby kicking yet?” Kitty nodded as she
ate her meal.
“Yeah it is, why?”
“Hmm. Because I can feel it.”
Kitty hid her smirk. “Maybe you are…”
“Don’t even complete that sentence. I know
for a fact that I’m not.” He heard Kitty mutter
something under her breath along the lines of,
‘oh so he’s going to be one of THOSE Sims.’
But Sebastian didn’t understand what she
meant by that, so he just left the room, not
even dignifying that with an answer.
He wanted to be absolutely certain though,
so he went online and looked up ‘Male
Pregnancy’ on Wikipedia.
Male pregnancy, though rare, is a possibility
that can happen in some men. The most
notorious cases are those who have been
abducted by aliens thus producing a half alien
spawn. (Pollination Tech #9). Other cases are
more rare, such as the experimental cloning
of themselves by combining their own DNA.
(C. Goodytwoshoes). Even more rare cases
are in the event that the target male
summons Death himself, usually by the
means of murder, and chooses to bear what
is referred to as a “Reaper Child.” (C.
Vetinari). The most rare case of all is in the
event that the male engages in relations with
what is known as a SimSelf, which can
possibly lead to male gestation (N. Thayer).
External Links: Dead, Not Sleeping: Death’s
“What a bunch of freaks!” Sebastian
muttered to himself as he scrolled past all of
the links and what was apparently an “EZ
Bake” recipe for producing clone and Reaper
children. Satisfied that he didn’t meet any of
those requirements, he turned around and
grinned at Kitty, who was looking over his
“Well babe, it looks like you’re the only one
who is having the kid,” he said as he rubbed
“I don’t know Sebby, maybe you are and
don’t even know it.”
He looked up at her and grinned wider.
“Nope. I haven’t been abducted by aliens,
nor have I decided to clone myself. I also am
quite certain that I have not murdered anyone
so I could summon the Grim Reaper. And
what the heck is a SimSelf? Anyway,
apparently this is all just psychosomatic.”
Kitty’s mouth dropped open at the mention of
the word SimSelf. She managed to quickly
cover it up though.
She giggled and started talking to Sebastian’s
stomach. “Or maybe you’re just a miracle
from on high. Yes you are! Aren’t you?” And
she continued to babble in baby speak.
Sebastian bore it for a moment or two before
“Kit, do I even look pregnant to you? By all
accounts, I’ve been sick for as long as you’ve
been pregnant. Wouldn’t I be showing as
much as you if I were?”
Kitty looked at his flat belly. “Well, yeah, I
suppose you would be.”
He gave her a thumbs up. “See, I’m not
pregnant. So please, stop with the jokes.”
Kitty shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, you
aren’t. Geeze, lighten up.”
At that moment, Hunter entered the room.
“Hey! How are my two favorite pregnant
people doing?” he said with a grin, giving
them a finger gun.
Kitty closed her eyes and sighed. Sebastian
was still for a moment as he felt his eyelid
twitch. Then he threw his head back and
screamed. Hunter and Kitty hid their snickers
as Sebastian stomped out of the room,
muttering to himself.
Time passed and the day of Kitty giving birth
grew closer. Sebastian found himself on the
same sleeping schedule as his wife, so often
times they would go to sleep together, even
when the sun was still shining.
Kitty thought the entire circumstance was
very sweet, even if it was a bit odd. She had
conveniently forgotten to inform the author
of the entire situation. In fact, she had
managed to avoid all of her calls ever since
she got married to Sebastian.
As far as Kitty was concerned, nothing
unusual was going on. Sebastian only acted
like he was pregnant, he didn’t look it. Why
concern the author when there was nothing
to be concerned about?
Kitty did become a bit concerned, however,
when in the middle of one night Sebastian
woke up with massive stomach pains.
“Oh my God, Sebby! Maybe you were
pregnant after all and now you’re going into
labor!” Kitty shouted.
In between his gritted teeth, Sebastian
groaned, “I’m not going into labor! It’s
merely gas, or Captain Tripps!”
“For the love of God Sebastian! Face reality!”
When Ansley heard the commotion, she ran
into the room. “Oh my God! Sebastian is
going into labor!”
“I’M NOT PREGNANT!”
“Why oh why can’t my husband just face the
facts and realize that he’s having a baby?!”
“Just breathe and push Sebastian!”
Amidst the screams of denial, a baby girl was
born. Mercifully Sebastian had managed to
mentally block out the actual birth, never to
remember again as to exactly HOW the
process is succeeded when it’s a man in
Sebastian looked at his new daughter
As he cradled her in his arms, Ansley looked at
the baby and sighed happily. “It’s a girl! What
are you going to name her?”
Sebastian, still stunned, responded with, “Kit
and I chose the name Mary if we had a girl.”
Ansley smiled. “So, the new heir to our family
is named Mary.”
Sebastian looked at his mother in a confused
manner. “Heir? But Mom, she came from me,
not Kitty, so that means…”
“That means that the current heir gave birth to
the first born of the family. I know that we
veered from that rule with Lillian, but with just
cause. I would like to know that we are back
on the original track. Now Sebastian, the baby
looks hungry. You should feed her.”
With the confused look still on his face, he
went downstairs and fed Mary. The baby
gurgled contently as Sebastian patted her
back and burped her.
Afterwards, he placed Mary into one of the
cribs that was waiting. Fortunately, the house
had four bedrooms, two of which were set up
for a child of either gender.
As Mary lay in her crib quietly, Sebastian
watched over her still in his puzzled manner.
“I was positive that I didn’t meet any of those
requirements mentioned. How on earth did I
manage to get pregnant?”
Before Sebastian could ponder any longer, he
heard Kitty screaming downstairs.
Apparently, not even one hour after Mary
was born, Kitty was giving birth to the family’s
Kitty would have loved, with all of her heart,
to scream at Sebastian for ‘doing this to her,’
but she managed to remember that he ALSO
just had a baby so any threats issued would
have been pointless.
And so, with much less chaos, a baby boy
named Miles came into the Devereaux
And there was much rejoicing. The fourth
generation was now officially underway.
Kitty took a moment for herself as she sat on
a rocking chair in one of the nurseries. She
mentally squirmed with guilt; she knew for a
fact that Sebastian having a non-alien child
was exactly the type of thing she was
supposed to tell the author about.
On the other hand, Kitty knew that the author
wasn’t completely in the dark; so she
probably DID know about Mary’s birth and
the decision to make Mary the new heir.
And that really ground Kitty’s gears, because
it made Miles, the ‘legit’ child, an automatic
And that was totally unforgivable. So Kitty
decided not to worry about it much more.
She was also determined that Miles was not
going to want for anything.
Of course, it wasn’t that she didn’t love Mary
like she were her own child. Mary came from
Sebastian, someone that she loved dearly. As
she thought about this, she peered down at
“Maybe you just came about as a safety net?
You know, just in case I had the same
problems that your daddy’s first wife did.”
Mary smiled up at Kitty and began sucking
her thumb. Clearly Mary didn’t care, as long
as she was snuggled, fed and loved.
Regardless, both children were doted upon
by their grandparents. Hunter took it upon
himself to spend as much time with Miles as
he could. He was regretful that he didn’t do
the same for Sebastian when he was a child,
and he wanted to make up for it.
Of course, Sebastian and Kitty couldn’t get
enough of their children either. One thing did
weigh on Kitty’s mind, however.
“Sebby? So what are we going to tell them
when they get older?”
“Whatever do you mean?” he responded as
he tickled Mary’s tummy.
“I mean, about who gave birth to who?”
Sebastian pondered the question for a
moment before he replied. “Honestly, I don’t
see why the issue even needs to come up. As
far as I’m concerned, they are twins. They
were both born on the same day, heck
practically the same hour, and they have the
same parents. Why should they be told
Kitty thought about that. “You know what?
You’re right. It shouldn’t matter.”
The conversation then became derailed as
the two of them played, laughed and fawned
over the ‘twins’.
Time went by too quickly in Kitty and
Sebastian’s opinion. It seemed that their
children had just been born, and already they
were calling the extended family to celebrate
the twins’ birthday transitions to toddler age.
Because Mary was older than Miles by an
hour, she was the one who got tossed in the
air first. When she landed back into her
father’s arm, she closed her eyes against the
confetti and buried her head into Sebastian’s
neck. Though she wasn’t necessarily a shy
child, all of the cheering and loud
noisemakers proved to be too much for what
was apparently a very serious little girl.
Miles, on the other hand, clapped and
cheered as he transitioned and was very
anxious to get his hands on one of the
noisemakers. Or possibly the birthday cake.
Whichever one he could get his hands on
Though having two children of the same age
to look after was often tiring, Sebastian and
Kitty managed to take everything in stride.
They both managed to fulfill their lifetime
greatest wish, but more importantly, they
both managed to continue spending their
spare time together.
However, they did come to the mutual
decision that Mary and Miles were the only
children they wanted. Sebastian was working
long hours and he was contemplating going
into business for himself when the children
were a little older.
Kitty, on the other hand, spent much of her
time perfecting her flower arranging
techniques; with the intent of filling the house
with Snapdragons once again.
"Taking care of every need is for the birds,"
she muttered to herself as she tried to deftly
tie a rose bouquet together. She yelped in
pain as a thorn pricked her finger. She kept
the rest of her irritated mutterings to herself.
Of course, it wasn't all work with no play. The
Devereaux family enjoyed throwing random
parties, especially since both Hunter and
Ansley had retired from their own jobs to
spend time with their grandchildren.
Parties that would always have the inevitably
naked Xander soaking in the hot tub. The
sight always horrified Ansley, but Hunter
would chuckle to himself. Though he never
did it in front of his wife, Hunter was prone to
skinny dipping in the hot tub from time to
But, most importantly, everyone spent time
with Miles and Mary. Sebastian, though he
never said it out loud, was determined to have
his own children go without neglect. He had
long since forgiven his parents for his own
upbringing, but it still made him happy to see
that his parents were making up for their past
Mary was a very bright, earnest and cheerful
She was also a very serious child. Very rarely
did she become distracted when her
grandmother was teaching her how to talk,
nor did she chew on her crayons or pound
around with her blocks, like her brother
tended to do.
This was not to say that she didn't enjoy it
when someone like her father would pick her
up and toss her into the air...
But she did prefer the much calmer activities,
such as snuggling with one of the adults in her
tiny little life.
Miles, on the other hand, was far more
rambunctious than his sister, though he was
only slightly less friendly.
Indeed, Miles had very little patience with his
grandfather when he was being taught how to
talk; he much preferred play and play hard.
Playing hard, particularly with Mary's blocks
and crayons. He would pound loudly making
exploding noises with the blocks; and when
he was done with that, he would take the
more quieter approach and eat Mary's
Miles also had problems staying on his baby
mat, and often times he would toddle around
through the bedrooms...
Despite the fact that his parents were often
asleep when he did that.
Miles was also quite a dare devil, and often
times he would make Mary cry with panic
when he attempted to go down the very long
flight of stairs unattended.
But, though the two differed slightly in their
personalities, they got along very well. If
Mary was still napping when Miles was done
with his own, he would make his way into her
bedroom and quietly eat her crayons until she
woke up. When she did wake up, the two of
them would play together happily until one of
the adults came in to spend time with them.
Life was good for the tiny Devereaux children.
Kitty smiled fondly at Mary when the child
reached her arms up for a hug. Lifting the
child into her arms, Kitty brushed the hair out
of Mary's eyes and said cheerfully, "Guess
what day it is?"
Mary serenely placed her head on her
mother's shoulder and said quietly, "Birthday?"
Kitty cuddled the child to her and nodded.
"Are you ready? Miles is already downstairs."
Mary smiled and nodded vigorously.
And, once again, because Mary was slightly
older than her brother, she got to blow out her
birthday candles, with Kitty's help, first. All of
the extended family was there once again to
help the family celebrate.
Aviendha in particular was very excited to see
her cousins grow up. School was kind of
boring when hardly anybody wanted to talk
to her. In fact, she had made only one friend.
Everyone else avoided her and she didn't
understand why. Why was everyone so mean
about who she was related to?
But that wouldn't matter anymore, now that
Mary and Miles would be joining her at the
private school the following Monday; if they
got accepted that is.
Needless to say, Aviendha was the one who
cheered the loudest as Mary grew up and
looked herself over.
"Wow, I'm so big now!" Mary exclaimed as
she wriggled her fingers.
She didn't have much time to examine her
newfound bigness though as it was time for
her brother to grow up. Grabbing a
noisemaker, feeling a little bit silly for doing
so, she blew into it loudly as the family
cheered; Aviendha once again being the
"AWESOME!" Miles cheered for himself as he
pumped his arms and bounced around a little
bit; he couldn't wait to try his new steady legs
that could carry him up and down the stairs
"Fra...er...woohoo!" Aviendha cheered, barely
catching the naughty word that was waiting
to slip out of her mouth. "Mary, come over
here! We need to have a meeting!"
Mary complied and she listened in as
Aviendha and Miles began talking to each
other in an animated manner.
"So, now that you guys are my age, you'll be
going to my school. There is this one cool girl
you guys should TOTALLY meet..."
Mary smiled happily. There was nothing
better than being surrounded by her loved
Being bigger certainly had its advantages.
After Miles would prod Mary into playing
with him, the two of them were able to run
around the house and have a splendid time
playing Cops and Robbers; Miles would insist
on being the Robber because it involved a
whole lot more of him throwing himself
around and falling to the ground.
Two days after their birthday party, the two of
them were once again (Mary reluctantly)
playing their game. Miles could see Mary's
interest begin to wane. Miles, for the
moment, decided to give it up because there
was something far more interesting to see
"Hey Mare, there's something cool outside,
want to check it out?"
"It's cold out, and you only want to show me
that bunch of snowballs you made."
Miles was slightly perturbed; he DID want to
show her his stash of snowballs, preferably in
the form of a snowball fight. But he sighed
and shook his head. "Nuh uh, that's not what
I wanted to show you. Come on! Let's put
on our coats!"
Mary shivered as she looked at her brother.
"Miles, perhaps we ought to go inside. We
should be studying for college."
Miles wrinkled his nose at her. "College?!
That's like a million years away. Besides, this
will only take a minute."
"Well, then maybe we should study for the
Miles rolled his eyes. "Avi said that we don't
have to do anything for that. That's all about
Mom and Dad making a good meal and
making our house look pretty. Come on,
“...the Gypsy lady left us a magic lamp, and I
want to make a wish!"
Miles walked up to the lamp and rubbed it.
The purple genie popped out and presented
Miles with two possible wishes someone his
age could make. Miles chose Eternal
Mary then walked up to the genie herself.
"Isn't wishing for Eternal Happiness like
cheating?" she asked the genie in a worried
"Nonsense!" the genie replied, "Your very own
grandmother wished for money. THREE
TIMES because she was already eternally
happy. Your family earned the right to make
three more wishes fair and square. So, what
is it you wish?"
"Well..." Mary began, "eternal happiness
would be a relief. So, I guess I'll wish for that."
"Granted!" the genie cried and he waved his
arms over Mary's head in the same manner as
he did over Miles'. "And now that you
children are too young to wish for anything
else, I shall now go back into my bottle and
await for an adult." And with a flourish, he
sucked himself back into his lamp.
"See Mare? It's just that easy! Now we will
never have to worry about going crazy," Miles
said happily. Mary was not quite so certain.
"I don't know Miles, it still feels like cheating.
I mean, aren't we supposed to work at being
"Oh! We'll still work at it. Watch!" And he
belched loudly over Mary's plate of food and
blew it towards her for good measure.
"EWWWW! GROSS MILES!" Mary cried in a
"But you see, that made me happy. Just
because we wished for happiness doesn't
mean we have to stop doing things that make
us happy," Miles replied in a logical tone.
Mary sighed and changed her tactics. "Miles,
you know that we are supposed to be on our
best behaviour in front of the Headmaster.
Mom and Dad will be very happy if we get
into private school and I don't think the
Headmaster approves of you being
Miles rolled his eyes and gestured to the end
of the table.
Mary didn't need to worry about Miles' bad
table manners; the children got into private
school with flying colors.
The next morning, Mary woke up excitedly,
looking forward to going to school for the
first time. Miles, however, was a tad bit more
reluctant. Sitting in a desk all day with only a
little bit of playtime did not suit him. He
sighed as he trudged down the stairs behind
his sister. "Hey. Wasn't this staircase so much
bigger when we were little?"
"Yeah, but we're old now, so they look
Miles sighed again. "I don't like being old," he
Then the two of them got onto the bus and
went to school.
Hunter and Ansley lay in bed together, quietly
musing to themselves about how fast life
"Well, I don't think we've been unsuccessful,"
Ansley said. "We've got a huge house, a lot of
money, and a lot of nice things. I think
whoever is keeping score would be very
proud of us."
"Lillian." Hunter stated bluntly. Ansley sighed.
"Well, yes. I didn't say we were perfect. But,
there's Sebastian. I think with everything he's
gone through, he turned out to be a man of
great caliber. And then we've got two
beautiful grandkids. The legacy my father
started is secure."
Hunter wrinkled his brow at Ansley's mention
of Miles and Mary. "Ansley, do you
sometimes feel like we're forgetting about
something?" Ansley sighed in relief.
"I thought it was just me, but yes. It does feel
like there's something that keeps slipping my
The two of them tried to concentrate on what
that something was. After a few moments
they both shook their heads. "What were we
thinking about?" Ansley asked Hunter.
Hunter slid his arms around her. "I know I
was thinking about how much you mean to
me and how sorry I am that I was a
disappointment to you." Ansley gazed sadly
into his eyes.
"Hunter, you were not a disappointment. I
was the disappointment. I am so sorry about
how I treated you when we were younger. I
wish I could take everything back, I really do.
I sincerely thought that by earning the family
money and awards from my jobs was the best
way to go about building a happy home. I
was wrong and I am glad that I realized that
with enough time to actually enjoy my life
with you." She slid her own arms around his
neck and kissed him.
Hunter smiled back. "I'll try not to mess your
hair," he teased. Ansley squeezed her arms
"I won't mind if you do. I promise."
Afterwards, Hunter snuggled Ansley close to
him. Ansley sleepily looked over her
shoulder. "I'm going to miss this," she
Hunter closed his eyes. "Me too Ansley, me
The following evening found Hunter and
Ansley waiting on the couch for their
expected guest. Ansley looked over at
Hunter when she heard him sigh glumly.
"You're really bothered by this, aren't you?"
"My God! This is death we're talking about!
As in the end of life! As in, no more seeing
the grandkids. No more holding you! How
can you take all of this in stride?"
Ansley climbed into her husband's lap for the
last time. "Hunter, I am actually terrified. But,
at the same time, I'm not. I know that he's
going to come in here with a cold mist,
booming voice, and those tacky Hula
Zombies; and all I can think is that the entire
situation is absurd.
“You lived a good life. I lived a good life.
Sebastian, Mary, and whatever child Mary will
have will also have a good life. It might not
be easy, but in the end, we will all get our
eternal rest and relaxation. We will leave
behind something to be proud of."
Hunter could hear the uncertainty in her
voice as he hugged her body to his. "That
wasn't all that reassuring, but I get what you're
Ansley let out a shaky giggle. "Yeah, I kind of
stink at goodbyes, don't I?"
Hunter pulled Ansley to her feet. "A goodbye
kiss and all will be forgiven." Ansley
complied, and then snuggled close in his arms
while he rocked her.
Right on schedule, the Grim Reaper showed
up for his appointment.
Surprisingly though, the typical cold air that
accompanied the Grim Reaper was absent.
Instead, Ansley felt a warm feeling as he
approached her. She cocked her head
curiously as he spoke.
"I am very sorry that you must leave your
family...Ansley. I know how hard this must be
for you. Were I in your position, I would find
that saying farewell is the hardest thing to do."
Ansley truly felt the compassion in what he
was saying. "Why aren't you talking in your
Curiously, Grim ducked his head in what
seemed to be an embarrassed manner. "Am I
supposed to? I would think that would be a
terrifying last experience, but I am very new
"You're...new at this? I thought, well, I don't
know what I thought. You got the Hula
Grim chuckled. "They were very insistent on
coming. They are kind of coaching me on
what to say, but I keep veering away from the
Ansley smiled. "I think you are doing a fine
job. I am not so scared anymore."
"Then it would make sense to give this to
you," Grim said as he handed Ansley her
drink. As Ansley took it, they both faded
away, leaving the warm smell of spring in the
And Ansley was gone.
Miles looked at his sister as she sobbed
uncontrollably. He tried to remain as stoic as
he possibly could, though his grandmother's
death hurt him as much as everyone else. He
clumsily reached out and patted Mary on her
"Mare, I don't think Grandma was sad when
she left. She was smiling."
"Why did she have to leave?" Mary asked, still
Miles shrugged uncomfortably. "I dunno, but
she was, like 30, so she was really really old,
so maybe she had to."
When Mary didn't respond, Miles looked
around. He saw his parents and grandfather
acting really upset, but they had stopped
crying. "Mary, I think we should give Dad and
Grandpa a hug. Maybe that will make
everyone feel better."
Mary wiped her eyes. "Do you think so?"
Miles nodded. He knew he really wanted a
Mary found Hunter by the karaoke machine,
staring at it sadly. Mary walked up to him.
"Grandpa? Do you need a hug?"
Hunter looked down at his granddaughter
and saw the tears swimming in her eyes. "Yes
Mary, I do need a hug. Do you need a hug?"
"Yeah Grandpa, I do," Mary said as she
reached up and hugged him. As Hunter held
his granddaughter in his arms, he thought
about what Ansley had said about life not
being easy, but in the end it would all be
He hoped Ansley was right.
Before going to bed, Miles found his father
and gave him a hug. "I love you Dad," he
Sebastian smiled. "I love you too, Miles."
Miles went to bed, feeling very satisfied that
he handled the sad situation like a man. Just
like his father did. He couldn't imagine his
dad ever being sad or upset, and he wanted
to be just like him.
After the kids were in bed, Sebastian and Kitty
went out to soak in the hot tub. Sebastian
sighed sadly as Kitty put her arms around him.
"I'm sorry," Kitty said.
Sebastian hugged her. "It's not your fault, don't
The two of them soaked silently for a while.
"Are you going to be okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, I will. This was one of those 'it was her
time' sort of things. It still sucks, but it's not as
bad as...well...you know what I mean."
Kitty nodded and became thoughtful. "Do you
still think about...her?" Sebastian half shrugged.
"Occasionally. Not as much as I used to. In
fact, hardly ever, now that we have the kids to
look after and stuff. But...sometimes a random
thought will pop up." He looked down at her.
"Does that bother you?"
Kitty smiled, but it did kind of bother her. Not
enough to be angry about, but she was jealous
that Tristen had him before she did. Sebastian
tilted her chin up to his face.
"I want you to know that you are the first person
I think of when I wake up, and the last person I
think of before I go to sleep."
And, suddenly, Kitty wasn't so bothered by it
Long after everyone had gone to bed, Hunter
was still awake. As he gazed out the window
at the freshly fallen snow, he sighed. He
allowed himself to be depressed, even if it
was going to be in private. The last thing he
wanted was for the kids to see him a wreck,
like Sebastian was after Tristen died.
But, he now had a better understanding of
how Sebastian felt back then.
Turning away from the window, Hunter eased
himself onto the couch, closed his eyes, and
thought of Ansley. He was determined to
grieve as much as he possibly could before the
rest of the household woke up. And he would
do it the next night, and the night after that
until it ran its course.
Hunter eventually fell asleep, dreams of the
two of them in their youth running through his
A day or two later, Mary was standing in front
of the fish tank. As she idly tapped on the
glass, she thought about death and sadness.
She was very glad that she had wished for
She smiled at the fish in the tank and
whispered to them, "I am going to lead a
perfect life. Everything will be perfect. Yes.
Yes it will. I will have the perfect husband, a
perfect job, perfect kids. Perfect
EVERYTHING. Because I wished for Eternal
Happiness, I know that all of my dreams will
Her eyes sparkled as she smiled even wider at
"The Exchange is still down, so I had to break
a 122 page story into three parts, and then I
converted all of my back stories into a Power
Point format, including this one! Stupid
"You're ad-libbing Ang. That's not part of the
script," Keith said back to me.
"I WRITE THE SCRIPT!"
"Mom? Dad? Can I call my friends and invite
them over?" Amelia asked as she climbed out
of her chair in an unlady like manner.
"I'm just saying hon, that you had something
totally different to say when you arranged the
"But I had nothing written, so I can say what I
want. And I want to talk about how much
Slide Share is giving me problems and the
stories aren’t embedding right.”
"Okay, that‘s not even what you had written
when you originally posted this on Live
"Mom? Dad? I'm going to invite a couple of
my friends over and hang out with them
"Yes Amelia, that's fine. Anyway, the
Exchange is a stupid head and the BBS is full
of thundering morons."
"What does the BBS have to do with the
"AGAIN WITH THE DETAILS!"
"Yeah, you guys can come over. No, you
can't come inside, because my parents are
crazy. I hope you don't mind. What? Why
wouldn't I want to hang out with you? Really?
That's a dumb reason. Just come over.
Okay, I'll talk to you in a bit."
"Aviendha, aren't you cold?" Mary asked as
she looked at her cousin.
"Heck no, I'm not frelling cold. Being cold is
for framming sissies. When I get older, I'm
going to TOTALLY walk around nude because
I'm that fracking tough. Right Amelia?"
Amelia was a bit cold herself, but she wasn't
going let Aviendha know that, so she just
shrugged in response. Besides, she could feel
her cheeks heat up whenever she looked at
Miles, so that kept her a little warm.
"So, it was really cool of you to invite us over
Amelia," Miles said with a grin, "but why can't
we go inside. I'M NOT A SISSY AVIENDHA!
I'm just asking!"
Before Amelia could answer, a voice from
inside could be heard.
"WHY DO YOU KEEP PESTERING ME WITH
"That's why." Amelia said dryly. "My parents
talk about crazy things. Mainly my mom, but
my dad humors her. Seriously, he could be
sitting on the computer while my mom rants.
She's not ranting at him, but she rants and
she's happy if he gives the appearance that's
he listening, even when he's clearly not."
The other three children laughed. "Ah
parents. What are we going to do with
them?" Aviendha said mirthfully as she shook
"Oh well, what am I going to do except post
on Live Journal?"
Keith just shrugged. That's when I noticed that
Amelia wasn't in the house. "Keith? Where's
"She went to play outside with your Legacy
kids," he responded serenely.
"What?! Keith!" I lowered my voice to a
whisper. "She can't play with them! She can't
get attached! She's supposed to remain
distant so she doesn't get upset when they die
of old age on her!"
"Ang, she's like ten years old or something. I
don't think we need to worry. Besides, I saw
you wiping a tear away when Ansley died."
"Like I said, what are you worried about? She's
only a kid. Childhood friends grow apart."
And that was when I knew just how little Keith
knows about the Sims.
Thank you everyone for reading. Happy