“Get up,” Gayle shook Trent’s shoulder as he snored in response “I’m counting to five. If you’re not up so help me…”
“What?” he moaned “I just got to sleep.” He had been on the road for the past month. The band had finally started booking larger gigs in bigger venues. All he wanted to do was sleep. If it weren’t for the baby’s due date he would still be on the road. Due date? The words started a panic in his sleep deprived brain. “Baby” he shouted falling to the floor in his hast to untangle himself from the blankets he stole from Gayle.
Laughing despite the pain Gayle shook her head at her husband. “Are you alright?” she asked peering at him from the bed.
“Do I look alright?” he grumbled pulling his legs free from the blanket that had persisted to wrap around him.
“Get dressed” she gritted her teeth as a sharp contraction took her breath away.
Heart pounding he stared in a mixture of horror and wonder at the pain etched across her face. This was what they had been looking forward to for months. Now it was here he found himself wondering if he was ready.
“Don’t just stand there,” she panted “this baby is going to be born in the hospital if I have to drive myself.”
Her half-joking words broke through his stunned inactivity. He grabbed the clothes he had tossed on the floor the night before too tired to put them in the hamper. Clean or not this was what he was wearing he thought as he scooped Gayle in to his arms.
“I can walk,” she told him through gritted teeth.
Ignoring her he carried her from the house and laid her in the backseat of his car. With fresh eyes he saw the debris left behind by his band mates after spending hours on the road. He should have taken the time to clean it out before he went to bed he realized.
“Snap out of it Trent,” Gayle demanded as the contraction passed “the baby won’t care if there are cans and chocolate wrappers on the floor.”
“Right,” he gave her a sheepish grin before he ran back into the house for Gayle’s carefully prepared bag. With a feeling he was forgetting something he locked the door behind him. It wasn’t until he tossed the bag into the passenger seat that he remembered where he left his car keys. Growling he leaned his forehead on the steering wheel.
“What’s wrong?” Gayle demanded from the backseat.
“Nothing” he told her ” he heard the anxious fear in her voice. The pain too as another contraction hit her. Glancing into the rear view mirror he watched as she writhed in pain. He had to get her to the hospital.
Popping the dash open he found the wires he needed to start the car. Smiling he imagined his parents glaring at him in disapproval as he used the skill he had developed as a teenager to take the neighbors cars for a ride. He thanked his lucky stars that he had an older car that he could still do this on. Chuckling to himself when the car roared to life. “Hold on babe we’ll be at the hospital in a couple of minutes,” he said as the squealed as they hit the pavement.
A few hours later he watched as his son was born. With shaking hands he held onto Gayle’s hand as the nurse laid their son on her chest. “He’s beautiful,” she breathed looking up at Trent “just like his daddy.”
“More like his mom” he held a finger out smiling as his son’s tiny fists wrapped around it. “Mommy and Daddy love you” he cooed.
Introducing Ryan Milton:
Elyse glanced at the soundly sleeping man next to her. Half tempted to push him from the bed. Instead she stumbled to her feet staggered through the dark room yawning as she entered her daughter’s room. “Hey princess mommy’s here,” she soothed picking up the crying toddler. “You stink,” she wrinkled her nose in distaste.
It was hard to imagine how much her life had changed in the last couple of years. She was a mother of a normally quiet little girl. Frowning Elyse put a hand to the little girls forehead “you’re so hot princess”. Quickly changing the girl’s dirty diaper she noticed the rash that seemed to be spreading across her daughters skin.
Alarm coursed through her, running into the bedroom where Liono lay sleeping “wake up,” she yelled at him.
Moaning he squinted up at her “what?” he demanded.
“Your daughter is sick,” she told him panic making her voice shake “she had a temperature and she won’t stop crying. Something’s wrong.”
To her stunned shock Liono laid back in the bed covering his eyes with his arm “she’s fine,” he told her dismissing her concerns.
“No she’s not fine,” she cried “I’m taking her the ER.”
“Whatever,” he turned over burying his face in the pillow “your making a mountain out of a mole hill.”
“How can you be so cavalier when it comes to your daughter?” she screamed at him causing Divia to whimper louder in her arms. “Aw honey I’m sorry. Daddy’s being a butt.”
“Don’t go filling her head with that shit,” he scowled at her sitting up in bed “I love her as much as you do.” Holding his arms out to take his daughter.
Hesitating a moment Elyse deposited the toddler in his arms. She knew what she had said hurt him but she couldn’t help it sometimes. He infuriated her so much with his lack of interest in everything but music.
“She’s fine” he said repeated standing up. Divia’s eyes drooping half asleep in his arms “nothing to worry about like I said.”
“Just because she’s not crying doesn’t mean everything is ok,” Elyse said taking her daughter into her arms.
Shrugging Liono crawled back into bed “do what you want. It doesn’t take a genius to know she has chicken pox.”
“Chicken pox” she said inspecting the dot’s covering her daughter’s skin “how can you know that?”
“Easy she was playing with Vincent over the weekend right?” Liono asked in a bored disinterested voice.
“Yeah” Elyse confirmed “what does that have to do with my daughter’s illness?”
“Milo told me at band practice that “Vincent has chicken pox and Divia would probably get it too.”
“And you didn’t think I needed to know that?” Elsye asked rolling her eyes at the man relieved that she at least knew what was wrong. “I’m still taking her to see a doctor though.”
“Good idea,” he mumbled slipping off to sleep again.
“Amazing,” Elyse mumbled staring at the lump under the covers. Turning to the little girl in her arms “your daddy’s a butt.”
“Butt,” the girl repeated giggling.
“That’s right sweetie,” Elyse laughed knowing Liono wasn’t going to be pleased with her when Divia referred to him as butt instead of daddy. What did he expect when he showed so little interest in her?
Pulling into the driveway the following afternoon Elyse was relieved the doctor confirmed Divia had nothing worse than a case of the chicken pox. Liono had been right. Getting Divia from the car seat Elyse wondered what kept her with him. It’s not like they were married or even engaged. That was one thing they both shared in common, their disdain for the marriage institution. She need a piece paper to validate her relationship with Liono. She did however need a hint that he wanted her around. Some interest would be nice. she missed the days when he would buy her flowers just because or whisking her off to some romantic holiday. Their relationship had been hot and new then. After Divia was born she almost felt discarded like a piece of garbage.
Opening the door she gasped in surprise. Rose petals were scattered on the floor their scent filling the room wafting up her nasal passages. The soft sounds of classical music came from the speakers. Liono was leaning casually against the wall an expectant look in his eyes as he watched her with an intensity she had all but forgotten. “I’m sorry” he told her talking a step forward “I know I’m not the easiest person to be around. I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”
Looking around the Elyse felt tears sting her eyes as she nodded “I love you.”
The took a step towards each other like some old black and white movie they loved to watch together. “Butt” Divia announced loudly pointing at Liono give her dad a toothy grin.
“What did she say?” Lion asked his attention diverted to the little girl in her mother’s arms.
Putting the girl down Elyse pulled Liono into a passionate embrace. As their mouths sought each other they heard Divia’s voice repeating “butt” as she happily tugged on Liono’s pant’s leg.
“Did you teach her to call me that?” he asked holding onto the woman in his arms.
“Not exactly” she admitted “she’s heard me say it a million times.” Looking down “I guess it kind of stuck.”
Bending to pick his daughter up Liono said “I guess I have been acting like one.”
Giggling Divia touched her daddy’s nose saying happily “butt,” in a clear high-pitched voice.
Introducing Divia Marx:
“Milo come quick,” Jillian called from the living room.
Dropping the dishes he was washing he ran into the living room. Heart pounding in his chest. Milo came to a stop beside her breathing hard “what’s wrong?”
“You just missed it,” she informed him sadly.
“Missed what?” he demanded looking at her in concern.
“Our little boy taking his first step,” she told him.
Milo resisted the urge to say ‘is that all’. He knew a baby’s first step was monumental but he thought Vincent had fallen from the couch or something breaking his head open. He still had nightmares of bringing his son into the emergency room that one time when he rolled off the couch. To this day he didn’t know who was crying more Vincent or him and Jillian. Turning to his wife mumbled “is that a good thing? Him walking.”
“Of course it is,” Jillian looked at him sharply “what make you think otherwise?”
Shrugging Milo sighed “as clumsy as he is I shudder to think how many ER visits we’ll be making in the future.”
“Only you would find something negative to worry about,” she pouted crossing her arms.
Putting an arm around her he drew her close “I’m sorry but we’ve already taken him to the emergency room four times and he hasn’t even learned to walk yet. Walking is only going to increase the odds that he’ll hurt himself.”
Sighing she leaned her head on his shoulder “we can’t wrap him in bubble wrap.”
“I wonder,” Milo’s voice trailed off as his eyes followed his son around the room. Vincent seemed to grope for the blocks that were scattered on the floor in front of him. He’d pick one up finger it as if trying to see it through his fingers. Than he lean in close to the holes he was trying to fit the blocks into.
“You wonder what?” Jillian asked concern lacing her words as she followed his gaze.
“It’s just,” he swallowed dreading what he was about to say “I don’t think he can see.”
“Of course he can don’t be ridiculous,” she protested watching her son with a deepening frown “what are we going to do?”
Wrapping her tightly in his arms “first we’re not going to panic. Second we’re going to take him in to see the doctor. Get his vision checked. It could be nothing’s wrong. He could just be clumsy.” His arms tightened around her “I’d feel better if we knew what’s going on.”
“You’re right,” she murmured kissing his neck “it’s just scary to think something’s wrong and we’ve missed it.”
“I know,” he said soothingly kissing her hairline “do you want me to make the appointment?”
“No I’ll do it,” she told him “I know you’re busy with rehearsals and stuff.”
“That’s all secondary to you and Vinny,” he told her.
Giving him a hint of a smile she squeezed his hand “good I’ll expect you to hold my hand during the appointment.”
“I’ll be there every step of the way,” he assured her.
A week later they sat waiting for the doctor to discuss their son’s vision. They clinched each other’s hands as the Optometrist sat their son down on the floor next to an activity table. “Mr and Mrs Rake I’m Dr Hauser,” he held his hand out to them.
Taking it Milo murmured “it nice to meet you. How is our son?” he asked getting to the point.
Steepling his fingers the doctor observed the young parents sitting anxiously in front of him. “Your son has lost 40% of his vision. This would probably account for his lack of coordination.”
“So he needs glasses” Jillian asked watching her son playing on the floor.
“He will but I’m concerned with further degeneration of his eye sight,” the doctor gave Milo a pointed look “this degeneration could lead to blindness if we don’t do something about it.”
“Um” Milo licked his lips feeling light-headed and nauseous at the thought “what do you suggest we do?”
“There’s a procedure we can do that could stop the degeneration from worsening. Saving what’s left of your son’s vision. Glasses would be able to correct the rest. Letting him lead a fairly normal life.” He went on to explain the details of the surgery, after care and possible side effects.
Stunned Milo and Jillian nodded as their eyes strayed to their little boy babbling happily to himself on the floor. Turning restlessly in her chair Jillian announced “I want a second opinion.”
“By all means Mrs Rake,” the doctor agreed “just don’t wait too long. Once his vision loss goes to 50% it becomes harder to stop the process.”
A month later they sat in their living room “we’ve seen five different specialists” Milo began cautiously “they’ve all told us the same thing.”
“I know,” she sighed “I’ll call Dr Hauser and set up the surgery.”
Squeezing her tight Milo listened to her breath in the near silent room “he’s going to be alright.”
“I know,” she agreed wishing it were possible to say something enough to make it come true.
Introducing Vincent Rake:
“We need a bigger place,” Ramsey said closing the door to the kids room.
Taking his eyes from the view he loved Bruce sighed nodding in agreement. “I’ll start looking” he said despite the lack of enthusiasm in his voice.
“You don’t have to right this minute,” Ramsey said grabbing his husband’s arm and pulling him back to the couch “I know you like this place; especially the view.”
Nodding Bruce slipped his arms around Ramsey’s neck. His eyes fixed on the waterfall outside their window “do you think we could take it with us?”
“I could paint it for you,” Ramsey offered.
Rolling his eyes Bruce chuckled a little “you can’t paint.”
“Then I’ll ask your dad to paint a mural of it on our wall when find a place,” Ramsey told him without a trace of joking in his voice.
“You really want to move don’t you?” Bruce asked staring into his husband’s eyes.
“It’s not that I want to,” Ramsey leaned forward to kiss Bruce softly on the lips “I hate the idea of packing all of our stuff up. My back aches just thinking about it.”
“Hey,” Bruce protested “you make it sound like I wouldn’t help.”
“Sorry babe,” Ramsey said contritely “I know you’ll help. I just mean I really hate moving. I kinda of gotten settled here.”
“Well we can always ask the others to help us. I know Eddie and Rory would help,” Bruce said.
“Maybe Gayle would be available to babysit all the kids too,” Ramsey nodded a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Ramsey I know what you’re thinking,” Bruce said sliding from his lap.
“What am I thinking?” Ramsey lifted an eyebrow challenging him.
“You’re playing matchmaker,” Bruce said sidestepping Ramsey’s attempts to pull him back onto his lap.
“There’s no harm in pointing them in the right direction,” he smiled “who knows maybe our kids will unite us all in one big happy family.”
“You’re an idiot,” Bruce laughed letting him wrestle him to the floor.
“Here I was thinking I was being romantic,” he leaned down pinning Bruce to the floor while Bruce tried to wriggle out from beneath “hey what do you think going?” he demanded after his attempted kiss landed on Bruce’s nose.
“Let me up,” Bruce pleaded sweating dotting his forehead “I don’t feel so good.”
Before Ramsey could react two little bundles of energy came flying at them. One landed on Ramsey’s back the other squarely on Bruce’s stomach making him go even paler than he was before. Scooping up both kids, one in each arm Ramsey watched as Bruce made a beeline to the bathroom. “Is daddy ok?” two little voices asked in unison.
Staring transfixed at the closed bathroom door Ramsey had a sudden idea come to mind. Putting the twins down he took a step towards the door when it opened he asked “are you alright?”
“Yeah” came the shaky reply. Bruce looked outside towards the waterfall before saying “when we move we’ll need a place with at least 4 or 5 bedrooms.”
“Why so many?”
“Well you said next time it was my turn…” Bruce swallowed “I know we didn’t plan on having another baby so soon.”
“You’re pregnant,” Ramsey stepped forward gathering Bruce into his arms. Bruce nodded against his chest melting into his arms. “That’s why you weren’t more upset about moving.” Things started to fall into place like his unusual cravings, the increased appetite, the sudden vomiting. “I guess I get to experience the pregnancy from the other side this time.”
“You’re not mad?” Bruce asked looking up at him.
“Of course not,” Ramsey assured him. Turning to the kids who were not watching cartoons “guess what guys? You’re going to have a little brother or sister.”
They looked at each other before the girl grinned asking “why?”
“Because your daddy is pregnant,” Ramsey told her.
He watched her blues eyes narrow in thought but it was her brother who asked “how?”
Chuckling under his breath Bruce said “that’s all yours.”
“Thanks a lot,” he mumbled “your dads love each other and that love made a baby.”
The twins looked at each other giggling as they got off the couch. Approaching their parents they demanded “we want to see the baby.”
Kneeling in front of them Bruce said “you have to wait until the baby’s finished growing inside my tummy before you can see them.”
“Did we grow in there too?” came the next unexpected question.
“You sure did. Right here,” Ramsey rubbed his stomach.
Shaking her head “-” we’re too big.”
“You were a lot smaller than” Ramsey told her. They looked at each shrugged walking off already losing interest in something they didn’t understand.
When they were alone again Ramsey turned to Bruce “you said them, why?”
“Um” his hand absently rubbing his stomach “um the doctor said he heard multiple heart beats.”
“Multiple?” he asked feeling faint “twins?”
“If we’re lucky,” Bruce sighed “it could be triplets maybe even quads. I won’t know until my next appointment.”
Quads Ramsey could feel the blood rushing to his ears “we’re both getting fixed after this.”
Introducing Teasha and Zacheriah Ferris:
Henry and Ria ran into the house stopping long enough to give their dad a quick hug before running to see their little sister. “I take it your parents are here,” Rory stated looking up from the computer here he was working on the lyrics for the bands new songs.
“I would assume so since the twins are here,” Eddie went to the door to find his parents unlocking their trunk “what’s all this?” he asked somewhat dismayed.
“Just some stuff for Hannah,” his mom replied standing up to give him a hug.
“Mostly stuff Ria has out grown,” Casey added.
Looking into the trunk Eddie said “most of this stuff is brand new dad.” Shaking his head “please don’t tell me you bought all this stuff. Hannah has more than she needs now.”
“It’s a grandparents prerogative to spoil their grandchildren,” Lynn told him.
“Yes but,” he turned pleading eyes on his dad “what about the twins? Aren’t they going to get jealous of all the attention their sister gets?”
“Not at all dear,” Lynn said unperturbed.
Casey shook his head “son don’t argue with your mom. I’ve learned a long time ago it doesn’t pay.”
They lingered outside until Lynn went inside with multiple packages. “Dad this has to stop. I don’t want the twins becoming jealous of their sister. It’s bad enough they can’t live with us.”
“They’re not being deprived,” Casey assured him “once Lynn accepted them they’ve become as much hers as you did.”
“I just wish…”
“I know son but we both know why it isn’t possible. Amber’s lawyer’s will never let it happen. At least this way you still get to see them and be part of their lives. If they went to Amber’s parents we’d never see them.” Casey pulled his son close “I promise we’re doing all we can for them.”
“I know dad I’ve never doubted it. It’s just sometimes I feel like I’m being punished for what wasn’t even my fault.” Shaking his head he tried to push his feelings aside “if this is what I can expect on a random visit what will Christmas be like?”
“I’ll talk to her I promise,” Casey assured him.
“Dad let’s be honest here,” Eddie gave him a severe look “mom isn’t the only culprit here.”
Cheeks flaming red Casey shook his head “no she’s not. Are you and Rory going to have anymore?”
A sad far way look overshadowed Eddie’s happiness “I don’t think so dad. The doctor’s warned me against having anymore children. Hannah was a difficult pregnancy and we’re lucky to have her. Any other pregnancies would be extremely high risk for both me and the baby. I won’t put Rory through that.”
“What about Rory? It doesn’t have to be you,” Casey suggested concern lacing his words.
Shaking his head Eddie replied “Rory can’t have kids dad. He doesn’t have the right equipment.”
“If you need money for the procedure I’ll be happy to loan it to you,” Casey offered.
“No dad. We considered it but the risks are to high,” Eddie looked towards the house then back at his dad “I appreciate the offer. We have Hannah and that’s all we need.”
After his parents left that evening Rory sat on the floor playing with Hannah “I think she’s going to be a musical prodigy. Listen to her play. She’s already picking out her own melody.”
“I think you’re biased,” Eddie told him with a smile.
“I am but she’s my little girl,” Rory lifted into the air “she’s perfect just the way she is.”
Following Rory into Hannah’s room Eddie watched his husband put their daughter to bed.
“Good night princess,” they told her together before turning off the light.
Slipping his arms around Eddie “I suppose you’re parents brought up kids again?” Rory asked.
“They did,” Eddie sighed.
“If you want i could have the surgery,” Rory offered as they sat on the couch together “I know how much you’d like to have more kids.”
Shaking his head Eddie nuzzled his nose into Rory’s warm neck “I don’t need more kids. I have you and Hannah.”
“Are you sure?” Rory felt him nod against his chest “you know I’d do anything for you.”
“I know that. It’s still no reason for me to expect you too though” Eddie reached up stroking Rory’s hair “you know I like your hair like this.”
“Are you saying you didn’t like my signature hat?” Rory asked in mock seriousness.
“I didn’t say that,” he protested knowing Rory was only teasing him.
“I was thinking we need a vacation a honeymoon….”
“A honeymoon?” Eddie said in surprise “we’ve been married for three years it’s a little late.”
“It’s never too late,” Rory said rolling him over onto the couch “I found the perfect resort. It even has a daycare we can take Hannah to.”
“It’s not much of a honeymoon if we’re taking the kid,” Eddie mumbled against Rory’s mouth.
“Shush,” Rory said kissing him “she’s the reason we didn’t go on a honeymoon in the first place. As I recall you barely got through the ceremony without getting sick.”
“Don’t remind me,” Eddie groaned “that’s what I get for not waiting until the wedding night.”
“What can I say I’m irresistible,” Rory looked into his dark brown eyes and smiled “I really would do anything for you.”
“I know,” Eddie told him pulling him on top of him “I’d love to go to this resort with you.”
“Great,” Rory said moving to button Eddie’s shirt “first I think a little practice is in order.”
“You’re incorrigible” Eddie gasped a Rory’s hand slid inside his shirt caressing his skin.
“You love me anyway,” Rory said removing Eddie’s shirt and sliding his hand towards his waist.
“I’ll love you for always,” Eddie confirmed seeking Rory’s mouth sealing his words with a kiss.
Introducing Hannah Bennett:
I’ll be opening up a request for sims to pair up with the next generation of kids so stay tuned for more information.
Chapter 20 – Three Little Words / Hannah – Chapter 1 – Honeymoon Part 1