The Roxy Chronicles

No more updates.... Read on.....

2009-09-08T14:11:00.000-07:00

OK so I am going to get right to the chase. I deleted all 5,786 pictures on my computer. They were all my screen shots from The Roxy Chronicles. I just felt.....like my blog was slipping and that I didn't have any passion in it at all. I just lost the happiness and excitement I got from posting a new update and such. That, and I am starting school and I don't want a legacy, which is about 4 generations behind between my blog and my game get in the way of my grades and homework.

So....I guess this is the end of the road for Roxy and the gang. I really really wish I could have delved into it furthur and made it through the 10 generations, something that seems so impossible. I am so very sorry to the people reading who read and commented on this here blog. You got me this far and if it wasn't for your support, I would be stuck on chapter one.

Is this the last of me?? For this blog it is. But I have some plans for a different blog, more story-ish and such and I will post that link when I get the first chapter up.

Again I apologize, I feel like a complete idiot for leading everyone on with my twisty plot lines and then just leaving you hanging. It hurt so bad to make this desicion. Pssst, if your a legacy writer for the sims, make sure to play and blog in equal intervals. It's really not fun to be playing your 5th generation family having all these plot twists to it and wanting to write about it but going back to your blog and finding your 2nd generation kids are still teens. It pretty much sucks.

One last thing before I leave all you kind simmers: I appreciate immensely the comments some of you took time to put on my posts. They brightened my days and gave me a feeling like I have friends that I havent' even met before. That's pretty darn cool. In particular, hrootbeer ( http:hrootbeer.wordpress.com ) has been my favorite commenter this whole Summer. I would always wake up, read her lovely comment and feel all sunshiney and warm. Thanks hrootbeer, even though we haven't met I consider you a friend. *hugs*

So that's it folks.

Me (Taylor) Roxanne, Leighton, Sam, Brian, Belinda, Madeline and Alice.

Chapter Twenty

2009-09-03T19:14:00.000-07:00

Band-Aids can't erase the memories

(But they sure look cute)
Alice Narrating

Voices in Unison:"SURPRISE!!!"

The sudden greet when I opened my door shocked my heart. There were lots of faces. Momma and Brian and this black haired girl with braids. There was also Sam, Brian and Bella and little baby Omar, who was tan and had big black eyes just like his momma.The last face I saw was Jared Frio's, who was putting on a face of faux glee and happiness. I stared at them confusingly. They smiled back, all their eyes full of happiness. I had never seen my family so untangled and put together. For this little moment I didn't feel like my family was totally dysfunctional. But I'm sure if I gave it another hour, we would be another hot mess.

Roxanne: "Hey baby!! Happy Birthday!! Now where are your sisters? And your dad? You three girls should have came at the same time.Then you would have gotten the full impact of the surprise..."

She didn't seem upset by the somewhat botched surprise party. Her eyes were dancing with happiness and joy. I had always thought of my mom as a pretty average looking person but when she was full of joy she was really pretty.

After hugging each of my family members, Belinda and Madeline arrived, along with daddy, who was wiping the sleepies from his bloodshot eyes.

Roxanne: "SUUURPRISE!!!"

She said for a second time, looking at my tow sister's faces.

Madeline: "We heard you mom. The whole house could hear you guys. I guess the surprise is ruined. Woop-de-do."

Everyone stared at Madeline for a very awkward moment. She stuffed her hand into a bag of cheeto's and emerged with a full grip of orange puffs. Madeline:

"When do we *munch* get some cake *crunch* this is a party right? Or am I going deaf?"

Momma blushed at her obnoxious outbursts and decided it was time to get this party kickin'.

We were then escorted outside, little Omar crying in momma's arms. On a little stone patio was a cake frosted with all the colors of the rainbow. Belinda was instantly jumping up and down asking to go first. Momma looked at daddy and told her to wait just a little bit.

We found out why we should wait when a line of cars parked their way across the street from our house. I scratched at my face anxiously as the happy faces of our visitors approached. My heart filled with razor sharp butterflies. I hated having attention on me.
I hated having to hide my sickness from my family let alone the whole neighborhood.

A blond kid came too I guess. When Belinda saw him she ran up and hugged him, almost sending his sandwiches flying. She blushed when he said happy birthday. I felt a pang of jealousy. I had never had many friends in school. Belinda had many. She had everything.
I had just about nothing. See the pattern??

The house was crowded with people. Mom served some of that gross cucumber stew stuff and it seemed to be a hit. I couldn't see why.

Brian was talking to the girl with braids most of the time. She talked in a funny accent though. She was all like "Vu you vunderstand Vrian?" and "I need vore juice Vrian"
She sounded pretty snotty so I stayed away from her. I'm sure Madeline will make fun of her later.

Everyone continued talking while I resisted the impulse to pick myself clean at the mirror. At that moment, with all those people I felt very unclean. I must have changed my dress four times during the festivities. Nobody seemed to notice my clothing changes and I kept my hair hiding my face at all times. I stared out at everything in front of me.

I was the outsider looking in.

I stepped outside. There was my sister, pairing her favorite rainbow t-shirt with a frown.
I put a hand on her shoulder gently, and looked into her lilac eyes. A tear had made it's way onto her cheek but she quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand. She smiled bravely at me and hopped up to her feet.

Maybe Miss.Lilac eyes didn't have it so perfect after all.

Suddenly the party crowd was released on to the little patio, disrupting Belinda's show of her human side. The whole family and friends were there and hooting and hollering for the first second generation girl Robinson to become a teen. Or they just like making a lot of noise.

Belinda's birthday song was played and she blew out the candles.

And the birthday obviously worked because there was my sister bigger than I remembered her and with momma's haircut. She smiled big for all our family to see. Too bad I knew that she was breaking inside about something.

I looked at her in the eyes the same moment she looked into mine.
It was as if she was letting me into her soul so I could take a look in and see how things really were. All I could see in those purpely eyes were sadness twinged with worry. Now I really wondered what was up. I was never close to Belinda but at that moment we understood each other. Too bad the moment would end when she was swooped into hugs from momma and daddy.

The little blond kid who brought the peanut butter sandwiches was pretty happy about Belinda's "transformation" After it all, he kept staring above her belly button but below her neck. He was just entranced. When daddy saw he instantly told him to go and check if there was any fruit punch in the fridge. (We never bought any)

And as Belinda jabbed a fork into her birthday cake half-heatedly, a loudvoice shouted through the crowd.

Sam: "HEY EVERYONE! WE HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!"

Everyone turned their heads to Sammy, who had his arm twisted around Bella's waist.
Bella smiled gingerely at him and kissed his cheek. A gentle "Awww" waved through the crowd. Madeline cackled menically, like she had done all through Belinda's birthday.

Sam: "Me and Bella have some very important news to share...."

Little Omar twisted around Bella's arms at his daddy's voice. Sam patted his little bald head and squeezed Bella further.

Sam: "The news is that earlier today I asked an important question to my beautiful Bella.
And, Thank God she accepted. WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!!"

The whole crowd erupted into applaud and congragulations. Momma had burst into tears of joy and was hugging daddy and staining his blue shirt with salty tears. I even had a smile. Sam had always been a big part of my life and even though he was only my half-brother I loved him like he was my whole brother. And it was good that he was finaly moving on with Bella and about to start a real life. Some day I wanted to leave this place like Sam.

When everyone was inside congratulating the new fiances Madeline and me decided to celebrate our birthdays alone. I don't think I could have taken 30 something people staring at me as I blow out my candles. It sent a shiver down my spine. So I cheered on Maddy as she glared at the cake suspiciously.

Madeline: "Do these candles contain trans-fat??"

I looked at her, confused.

Alice: "I don't know Maddy.....I don't think so. Becau-"

She cut me off.

Madeline: "SILENCE!! Can't you see that the chili peppers are sleeping?!?"

I ignored her. She was having one of her episodes or "malfunctions" as me and Belinda called them.

Madeline: The sparkles!!! They will destroy me!!!"

I guess she didn't change much.

I stepped up to the frosted cake with the twinkling candles and closed my eyes. I wished for happiness. I hope that isn't to broad for the Birthday wish fairies. I just wanted my face to feel like mine again and I wanted to be like Belinda, who could make a friend just by smiling at someone. I opened my eyes and blew out the little flames.

Belinda

Madeline

And then there was Me

And even though I had a new face and a new body, I knew my mind hadn't changed.
I still craved the mirror, and I knew that it would only get worse.

I just hope I don't die for this.

Chapter Nineteen

2009-08-21T12:37:00.000-07:00

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Alice's Point of View

Every fragment of my mind was telling me to keep staring at the shiny glass square before me. I had always watched t.v. shows late at night of people with addictions.
There were people who did drugs and chain smoked. I always thought of them as people who didn't care. I thought they could pull back and that they were just not trying hard enough.

But now I knew that's not how it works.

My addiction was something so much different. I was addicted to the mirror.

I was addicted to perfection.

I studied every millimeter of my face picking at the imperfections until my face was covered by swollen little blistery things. I steadied myself on the bathroom sink.
It hurt terribly but I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop.

As I continued with picking away the little bumbs in my skin, I heard the door open slowly. I quickly stuffed the tweezers in a wad of toilet paper and stared at the unwelcome guest. It was my mom.

Roxanne: "Hey babe.....You have been in here for more than an hour. Everything OK?"

I let my dark hair fall so she couldn't see my war-torn face. I nodded to her and rushed out of the bathroom, feeling ugly without my shiny glass oasis. I needed it. For my own survival. I needed it.

The Night came and went.

I woke up to warm waffles made my my step-brother Sammy. They were charred around the edges yet they still tasted good. I ate in the backyard, away from any windows or prying eyes. I shivered at the thought of them seeing my face. It was full of puss filled swollen bumbs that changed colors. Sometimes blood trickled down my cheeks too.

But the insane thing is despite the horrible pain it scarred me with, I felt like doing it again and again. My face felt so dirty. All the time. Now matter how many times I washed I still felt filthy. I could feel germs all over my face yet I couldn't see them.

But I knew they were there.

I pulled my hello kitty backpack on to my shoulders and headed for the bus stop, which was conveniently enough, right in front of our house.

Good, less germs to get from those sick, unhealthy hobos.

I stopped myself. Stop thinking like that! There were no hobos in Sunset Valley anyway. But there were those genetically tortured Bunches.Who had blond hair like that anyway?

I was interrupted thinking by a certain Belinda Robinson.

Belinda: "Ally Cat!! It's Saturday!! No school!"

I had never hated a Saturday so much as I did today. School was my only escape from my "sickness".

I let my sandle clad feet trudge slowly up the front porch and back inside. I avoiding letting any part of my bare skin hit the grass, who knew what germs could lurk under there? And bugs! The thought made me cringe and give a shot of pain through my picked apart face.

I looked over, not expecting to see anyone but Belinda and Madeline. Mom was at that germy little diner downtown and daddy was usually doing.....hmmm, what did he do?

I was shocked when there he was looking disgusted by something. I saw him in his typical work outfit. I wasn't paying much attention though. I just covered my face and hopped into my room and pulled out a little cheetah print case from under my bed, pilfered from the bathroom cabinet. I looked at my nails and was horrified that they had grown overnight. This could not do! I pulled out the silver instruments and started to do what I had to do:

Feed my Sickness.

That night, I dreamed about the ocean and the limitless bounds it surrounded.

I could be there.

The idea thrilled me. I could escape this place. I wouldn't have to be like this.
I could sail the ocean blue, no mirrors or anything to feed this horrible feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. Yes, that was it, I had to escape.

And the sooner the better

I woke up with the sun blaring relentlessly through the window, causing me to wake up at a very unreasonable time for a lazy Sunday. I fell out of bed, my body clonking to the pink padded floor. Neither Madeline of Belinda were startled, they were both the heaviest sleepers in the world.

My hands suddenly flew to my face. I felt all over the pale skin and couldn't find any obvious flare ups or marks. (Except the marks I had given myself of course.) I let out a sigh. I had to stop this. I didn't need any help. I was perfectly normal. No sarcasm is that statement at all.

I slipped on a clean pink dress and trudged into the kitchen/Mom and dad's room/Brian's and Sam's room. Bri and Sammy were still sleeping happily and mom and dad were at work. I smelled the intoxicating aroma of cookies and looked to the counter. There was a note:

Kids:
Please don't eat the cookies!
They are for Claire Ursine and her daughter.

Love,Mom

P.s. Bri:A girl called today and
said she wants to talk to you.
Don't scare her off, I want more grand kids!

♥♥♥

I crumpled the note into a ball and flicked it gracefully into the nearest trash bin. I peeled the saran wrap off just a bit so I could grab one. I lifted one gently.....gently...

Sam: "Mmmhh cookies, is there some for me?"

I flung the cookie up high I was shocked so much. I could feel my heart beat under the thin pink fabric. My body shook, filled with a healthy dose of adrenaline.
I ran into my room, a little tiffed that I was so close to having that cookie. Now it was on the ground. Infested by germs. Probably covered in disease. And insects. I cringed.
I decided to do my morning routine. I grabbed an extra pair of tweezers in my nightstand. I guess you can kinda tell what my "morning routine" is.

But I can't help it.

As I was about to leave, knowing full well I was about to confess to the sick monster inside me, Sam caught me by the arm and quickly looked at the little metal instrument in my hands.

Sam: "Sorry I upset you I had no idea.Tweezers? Watcha gonna do with those?.."

I snatched my arm away and looked at him furiously. I could see that when he looked at my face directly he was shocked.

Sam: "Ally cat...what happened to your face?"

He rested his big hand on my little shoulder. I could feel the warmth in his hand settle into my cold little frame. I was so tempted to settle into it and release my sadness and anger and.....sickness. But I was to strong to do that. After all, I can't be that screwed up right?

Alice: "I fell on my bike a few days ago coming back from school. It'll go away."

I pushed away the tender hands that cared and welcomed the solitude of the world around me. The rest of the day was spent crying in the inside and picking out the little blond hair in my legs one by one. Nobody was around so I could do pretty much anything I felt like doing. And sometimes that was a bad, bad thing.

At about 5:00 P.M. when the sun was still high in the sky and I was still down in the dumps mama came home with a friend. I guess his name is Jared or something, but I don't really care. He tries to buddy up with me and my sisters but Belinda is the only one who shows any sort of respect towards him. I just can't get over the feeling he is here for a bad, bad reason. And Madeline, well she simply couldn't care less.

Mom made us all a cucumber stew. It tasted horrible to me and my sister's under developed palettes, which were used to eating nuked TV dinners and happy meals.
Me and Belinda made no show of our disgust but Madeline spit it out and immediately grabbed a Pop-Tart from the cabinet.

Madeline: "This is REAL food!! That stuff is a horrible excuse for a dog's dinner!"

Sometimes I don't know about Maddy.

Suddenly dad opened the door and Belinda rushed to wrap her arms around his waist, like she did every night. It irked me a little when she got all the attention. OK it was a little more than an irking, it stung bad. I felt alone in this big, tangled family.

Daddy said his good-nights and immediately crashed on the old bed. He must have had a rough day at work. Once again I wondered what he did that made him this exhausted...

But in the middle of my thinking I was interrupted by shrieking coming from my room.
Mom's voice. I opened the door and couldn't believe what I saw next....

Chapter Eighteen

2009-08-20T11:27:00.000-07:00

Evil is the new Black?

Ayesha Narrating

OK, people I am not evil.

Don't believe me? Fine, but I really don't care what you think.

Evil is a strong word after all. I like to think of myself as a woman who takes charge and gets what she wants when she wants it. That's not a lot to ask for eh?

You think I destroyed little Leighton's useless life? Think again. He was in a ditch before I graced him with my presence. He joined the Sunset Seven and got himself into all of this, I just helped the heartbreak along, gave it a bit of a push if you will?

And I will do it some more too. I hang around his house all the time while his dumb wife looks at me suspiciously. I just smile and rub my round belly, knowing full well she didn't know about her husband's little "oopsie" Maybe I would tell her one day. That would sure make for some fun little drama.

Observing Leighton's pitiful little family can also be interesting. Sam, the oldest child makes pathetic little paintings and dares to call them art. I always laugh at him but it doesn't seem to phase him.

Ayesha: "Hello Sammy....that is a new painting I see. Did you get lessons from your infant in painting? And where is your baby Sam? Alone with it's Mommy? Without a daddy?"

I really didn't expect to get a reaction out of him. He was still calm and collected yet his face was changing color. I could almost feel the angry heat levitate off his body. I gobbled it up, using it for a power source.

Sam: "OK miss Anasari. But I have a question for you. Why are you hanging around our house while you have a fiance and are so far along with your pregnancy? Does your fiance not love you or what?"

He paused to finish his little pathetic rant.

Sam: "Or is that even his baby? I wouldn't even be surprised if it wasn't. And you as damn well never insult my family again. They are and always will be better than yours."

I laughed yet his words triggered just a hint of sting in my heart. That was rare, I was so emotionally covered in sheets of armor that nothing usually phased me.
Yet, the pathetic boys little tirade made me think a little. I didn't show in my face though, that would be going against every rule I had grown up with. And there were a lot of them when you were the heiress of one of the Sunset Seven families.

That evening I spent the time lounging on Leighton's bed. I felt the texture of the sheets and wondered how many times he had washed it since our night together.
I would guess many, by the hatred he had for me and our unborn child.

I thought about a lot of things that evening. I thought about Leighton's filthy wife working herself to exhaustion in that dirty little diner. I thought about my fiance who was positively boring and had barely heard of the word drama, which is something I feed off of.

And then I thought about the baby in my stomach. The Sunset Seven would think it was my fiance's and they would never know that I was making my own little soap opera right here. And I loved it so very much. In truth, I couldn't care less about this little munchkin who was single handedly killing my perfectly toned waistline. To be honest, I just like the whole love-child aspect. The plot to my own storyline was positively heart stopping. Maybe I would write my own book.

I hopped off the bed and into the bathroom so I could deal with heavy pains in my stomach area. When I was done, I peeked into the bedroom to see that Roxanne and Leighton had come home from their jobs. I noticed they were yelling at each other pretty loud. I wonder if the little girls were hearing this and what they thought, but I didn't really care because all I knew that this was juicy. I just wished I had brought my popcorn.

Roxanne: "What is she doing here Leighton?? She has been just hanging around here for the past few months! In case you haven't noticed, we are not the richest family on the block. WE ARE ON FOOD STAMPS! And we are paying for her food!! Seven people live here, and she makes it eight!! She better start paying rent or I'm pushing her out the door!!!"

Leighton put his hands on his wife's shoulders but she pulled away.
I almost laughed but I knew the fun would be over if I had. I was just enjoying the conversation being all about me. I fanned my hair lightly and kept watching the fight.

Leighton: "I can't help it Roxy.....she has been erm, having a tough time with her fiance. He umm, doesn't want the baby something or other."

I rolled my eyes at his horrible skills at lieing. I can't believe she believed it.
Or maybe she wanted to believe it. Sometimes, when you want something so bad, you'll imagine things and not ask questions to avoid the pain. I knew that well.

Roxanne: "And that gives her the right to come into MY home and use MY things and look at MY husband with those eyes of hers? OVER MY DEAD BODY!!"

She was hot. Ew gross! Not like that. Hot as in angry, enraged,vexed and so on. It was music to my ears. It was like a warm cherry pie to my senses, eating up the tasteful aroma. Yet something felt wrong.

Leighton: "Rox...Your gonna have to trust me on this one. I have NO other choice."

I saw his hand motion the dead sign across his neck. Hmmm.....interesting. So I guess he did know I was here and he was trying to motion for her to drop it and talk about it later. It just got her more angry.

Roxanne: "YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST SHUT UP! WELL YOUR WRONG! I KNOW YOUR HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME! HEY, I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH HER AND GOT HER PREGNANT! I WOULDN'T EVEN PUT IT PAST YOU!"

The whole house was shocked by her outburst. It had more truth in it than she would ever imagined. But hurt crossed my stomach again. The pain felt terrible.

Roxanne: "Look Leighton I'm sorry.....I shouldn't have said that.....I guess ever since that night at the bistro-"

I couldn't take the pain any longer. I screamed out in pain and everyone came rushing in, including Leighton's children. I was scrunched up into a ball on the bathroom floor and I had never felt so weak in my life. I was suddenlyy aware of all the hate and sadness I had caused, and for once it didn't please me.

Despite Roxanne's obvious hatred of me, she helped me get off the floor and prepare to take me to the hospital. I decided she wasn't such a filthy woman after all.....I kind of liked her.

Roxanne stayed home with her kids while Leighton went with me to the hospital.
I couldn't help but sense the heartbreak in his expressions. I tried to suck it up and use it for my own pleasure but instead it left me with an odd empty feeling.
I was horrified when the image of 11 year old me being beaten until purple and raped until I trusted no one came into my mind.I had become an evil, vile person who didn't deserve to have an ounce of respect in this world.

I slammed the door of my big orange gas guzzler Daddy had bought me for my birthday and walked towards the hospital.

Leighton: "I'll wait here.......Hope it goes well."

It may have looked like I was rolling my eyes to passerby, but I was the only one who knew that I was blinking back tears. How could I have been so evil!!??

I walked in to the sterile white hospital and was instantly strapped to a wheelchair and moved to a hospital birthing bed, or whatever the hell it's called.

After 6 and a half painful hours of realization and giving birth, I emerged from the bleach smelling hospital with Colin a son. My son. I looked out at the dark, hot summer air and was not expecting to see him there. But he was there, and for some reason it filled my heart with joy. Was I in love with him?

He asked me if it went OK and I nodded. He nodded back and told me to please never see him again. I nodded and tears threatened to slip out of my eyes.He smiled just a bit and looked down at his son.Then he went to leave. I never felt my heart talk to me so loudly. I called out to him.

Ayesha: Leighton! Love Roxanne forever! Never let this get in between you and her! I'm sorry!"

He nodded his head and smiled a shaky smile.

Leighton: "Keep him safe."

That was the last thing he said before he disappeared into the darkness to love his real family. I hoped him and his wife would make ammends, and that I hadn't screwed things up to much. But I was so glad that I was not under the influence of evil and vileness, which was tearing peoples lives apart.

And even though I knew that we would never see each other again, and that he would always hate me no matter what, I knew he would be happy, and that was alright with me.

Or was it??

Chapter Seventeen

2009-08-13T10:47:00.000-07:00

Bundle of Joy/Emotions running Wild

Leighton Narrating

Five months have passed since the incident with Ayesha.
Ever since then, communications between and my wife have been sparse.
I love her so much and it hurts so horribly to have this huge, ugly weight on my shoulders that is Ayesha Anasari, who is positively the most vile human being in the world. Maybe shes not even human anymore. Nope, she has been downgraded to a rat. Maybe not even that either. The stuff that comes out of rats after they digested their food is more like it.

This Summer has been sweltering. And when you live in a place like ours, you can probably tell that it doesn't have an AC. All we have is a clip-on fan that Alice uses to fan out her hair while she stares at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Sam has really stepped it up this Summer. He used to rely on the simoleans he got from his paintings for the little purchases he needed for himself but now that he successfully knocked up a girl I haven't even had a decent converstion with, I think he realized he needed a real job. So when I found the Sunset Daily's classified section laid open on his old wood bed, I knew he had made the right choice, even though the whole situation still left a bad taste in my mouth.

A paper boy. Hmmm....it seems to fit him well enough.

As the night set in, I went into my usual routine for the night. Brushing my teeth and then telling my wife I love her. She always responded with a shaky smile and I would kiss her on her cheek. And even though everything was so jumbled and messy, the simple touch of her skin against mine filled my heart with happiness.

I only slept with a sheet, trying to beat this terrible heat. I dabbed at the sweat on my forehead but fell into sleep until I could finish the job.....

And as sleep sunk in, the image of Ayesha ran into my mind, like poison through a river drain. My mind spun and her horrible, screechy voice rang clear.
Her threatening my family or telling me about all the people she had had killed.
My head spun faster and faster....

And when my head was spinning wreklessly around, the image of my horrible act of preserving my family was blasted before my eyes. I instantly sprang up from my bed. I felt something bubbling up in my throat...

I ran to the bathroom and sure enough, the remaining contents of my stomach took a rollercoaster ride into the cheap porcelin toilet. I propped my arm on the wall and let the vertigo feeling wash over me. I threw up again multiple times until I felt like I could stand. But instead, my balance went south and my leg met the dirty seat of the toilet in an unpleasent manner. I felt the snap and knew I had broke it. I cried out in agony. I was surprised I hadn't woken anyone....

But I knew I was wrong when Sam rushed into the room, worry lining his sleep deprived eyes.

Sam: "Dad! What's wrong?! WHATS WRONG?!!"

I hobbled a step towards him and leaned myself on his shoulders. I was shocked not only by the pain but by his prominent shoulders. I hadn't been this close to Sam in....years. He defintely wasn't in diapers now.

Leighton: "I'm OK.....I think I'll just lie down and go to sleep..."

A sudden pain ripped up the leg. Sam looked at me cautiously and pulled out a shiny cell phone. He dialed two numbers before I forced the phone shut.

Leighton: "It's Ok...Ill be....Ill be.....Ill be...."

I couldn't finish the sentence. The darkness was closing in to much and I didn't feel like taking this pain anymore. I let it cover me, an old quilt I knew so well....

Sam Narrating

The night was hot, even though it was just 2:00 in the morning.
The hospital was air-conditioned though. That was surely a plus. I looked up at the stately doctor.

Doctor: "Well, I have the X-Ray results right 'ere."

He pinned them up on the square light box and me and dad both winced.
That sure couldn't be good.

Doctor: "Well, you see 'ere is a common houshold fracture, eh? Nothin' to serious but there is a lot of bruising, eh? Well put a cast right on 'ere and you will be as good as new, eh? And I see you got yerself a little bit of an ear infection, eh? That could be the trigger for that vertigo feeling you described...."

I tuned the rest out, the important thing was that he was going to be Ok.
I played with my hat, the one I used to mark me as a mail carrier. I was starteled by the ring of my phone. I answered it, wondering what could be up this late at night.

Bella: "SAM!! I'M FREKIN' IN LABOR RIGHT NOW!! I-I-I-I...."

Sam: "Bells it's probably just a false alarm. Your due dates not in another month...."

Bella: "I THINK I KNOW WHEN IM ABOUT TO HAVE A FREKIN' BABY! I'M GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!! IT'S COMING SAM!!"

I told Dad and I ran to the lobby and I held her tight. Sure enough I could feel the water that had broken. Her face was a mixture of confusion and elatement. It made me laugh. I gathered my hand in hers and led her to the delivery room, where little Omar Bachelor was born.

And as the sun set over Sunset Valley, the world felt complete. Me, my Bella and my Omar. If only the world could stay like this forever.

Chapter Sixteen

2009-08-03T10:55:00.000-07:00

Add a Pinch of jeoulousy, a Splash of heartbreak and a gallon of Regret

Belinda Narrating

I cried my self asleep, even though I had just got home from school. The covers of my big pink comforter seemed like my only friend, they were always here to give me a hug. I wish I could stay there forever.But as my mind entered dreamworld, I heard commotion inside the living room. Muffled yells rang out and I could hear my dad's name being called out. Was daddy hurt?

I hopped out of bed and opened the door wide. Daddy was on the ground, crumpled and dripping in a pool of sweat. I rushed over to him, tears streaming down my face and wet snot pouring out of my nose. But Brian stopped me and hugged me tight. I sobbed.

Brian: "Don't worry Belinda....He's alright. He just passed out."

I looked down at my daddy and saw him start to move again. I breathed and looked at my mommy and big brother Sam who were stricken with emotional pain and were sobbing deeply. Then I looked over at Alice, the sister I shared my dollhouse with, also crying madly. But when I looked over at Madeline, her face was wearing a smug little smirk. Then she looked at me and giggled just a little so I could hear. If she didn't scare me so much, I would have yelled at her. But she knew and I knew that I was to afraid to lift a finger against her.

Everyone was to busy steadying daddy to his feet that no one noticed Madeline, now looking at me right in the eyes, almost warning me of something soon to come. She winked at me and then ambled off to our shared room, seeming to have no cares in the world. My head was filled with angry thoughts. Why was she so....evil?

I looked over at daddy who was helped onto the bed, he had terror in his eyes and his whole body was shaking like a leaf. I walked over and took his big hand and he smiled a weak smile that was meant for me to feel better. But all it did was cause even more salty tears to rush down my cheeks. He told me to cheer up but I couldn't looking at the pain in his face. Mommy took my other hand and led me to my room, whispering things to me to help calm me down. I put on a brave face for her and kissed her goodnight. I then shut the door and opened up a random book.

It turned out to be a book titled "Jane Eyre" I read through the first chapters and quickly became enamored in her life. I only slightly noticed the house go to sleep around me. And as I ate up the text in front of me, the hours flew by and by the time I made it to the back cover, the house was awaking to blue skies. I could hardly believe I had spent all night reading. But the romance of the book filled me with enough joy and happiness to get off my bed and eat breakfast. Maybe my life wasn't so bad after all.

Or maybe it was going to get a lot worse.

Leighton Narrating

The day started with breakfast as the worried faces around me asked if I was alright. I told each of them was fine and that I just wasn't getting enough fluids.
Everyone looked satisfied by this answer except Roxanne. She knew me better than anybody.

The girls went off to elementary school, Belinda looking happy like I had never seen her before. I reminded myself to talk to her. That is, if I made it out of this mess alive.

I looked over at my wife. I sighed heavy. The woman I was going to betray in the biggest way was standing in front of me. I wanted so much to tell her everything but I knew that that would tear everything apart that was still here.. I took her hands. They were still soft but rough around the edges from working so hard. I sighed again. Time to improvise Leighton.

Leighton: "I'm sorry about....earlier. I don't know what came over me."

I tried to sound enthusiastic and genuine but it came out sounding like a t.v. ad
for shampoo. I could tell by her eyes she didn't believe me.

Roxanne: "Leighton, you are such a horrible liar. What is really wrong? I promise I won't be mad. Just tell me."

Her voice was all kinds of persuasive. I almost took the bait but reminded myself again that it would ruin everything we still had. I bit my tongue and tried to think of a lie. I came up short and did the first thing that came into my mind.

The kiss was slow and romantic like our first, but with more heartbreak.
It went on for quite some time before she pulled back, both of us gasping for air and dizzy headed. When she looked at me again, there was a sparkle in her eye.
Then in a split second, my mind had devised a plan. I knew it would hurt both of us exponentially but I had to do it to save my families lives.

Leighton: "Rox....I got to tell you the secret that I have been keeping. The secret is that I got reservations at the bistro downtown. I just didn't want to tell you, so you would be surprised. They are for tonight. It will be great hon."

I hoped that I had lied good enough for her to believe me. She looked in my eyes for a few seconds. When I was just about to call out defeat, her eyes glimmered and she jumped up and down.

Roxanne: "Oh my god!! Leighton! I have been wanting to go there for ages!!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU!"

I wished she would be this happy forever. But by tonight she would know that I had created a mess to big to clean up completely.

Later that day....

My heart started beating out of control. I hoped she wouldn't show and that I would be saved. But when I heard the wheels of a black Porsche, I knew she was here. My heart sunk further than it had ever sunk before. And I looked out the window.

Just the thought of her caused me to get sick. But the sight of her made my stomach lurch. I vomited into the sink and didn't feel any better. The door opened. In a split second she had me in an embrace, three inches from my face.
Throw up went as far as my throat but stopped. I wished it had gone up and all over her. That would have made me feel a little better.

Ayesha: "Hi sweetie.....You miss me?"

I ground me teeth.

Ayesha: "Oh come now, love. You gotta make this fun for me. Remember who is in power here. I can make your family go bye-bye faster than you can say adios"

She looked into my eyes with that ugly smile of hers. Oh how desperately I wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare. But I knew I was already awake.

Ayesha: "That's the bed? Well, it will do I guess. Now go lay down on it."

I glared at her for a few seconds before doing what she asked. The sheets and blankets of the little wrought iron bed had never felt so foreign. And never had I felt so utterly sinful. I cleared my throat and tried to focus on the wall in front of me, seeing patterns that weren't there.

Then I imagined my wife. The lovely little thing heading down to the bistro, straight from the diner where she worked expecting me to welcome her.

But I was here instead.

I just hoped she wouldn't hate me so much. I had concocted those fake plans to get her out of the house to protect her from my biggest, darkest secret.

I felt the weight of the bed shift a bit and looked over to see what would be described as pure evil. Just then the images came into my mind of the baby we could create. It would be half mine but full evil. I would never have anything to do with the disgusting creature. As if reading my mind, Ayesha opened her horrible mouth:

Ayesha: "So I heard your son knocked up the Bachelor girl. How do you feel about that? What if our kid and theirs grew up together? You would probably hate that wouldn't you? But really, this baby will be not much different from theirs.They were both born from regret and sin......."

And as my mind raced with ghastly thoughts she pushed her mouth to mine.
Then she pulled both of us under the covers, my body moving mechanically, doing the thing I had to do, and also the thing that tortured my heart and soul the most.

Roxanne Narrating

I sat down into the green patio chairs, feeling high-class. Soon enough my husband would be here and then we would talk about the old times to a flute of champagne. I checked my watch. He was 20 minutes late. Irritation was setting in.
I looked at all the smiling faces. Women in the arms of their men. I wondered what they saw when they looked at my lonely table.

I looked at my watch again 30 minutes late. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed his number. Six rings and then right to voicemail. I clenched my teeth. The day-care for the girls was only open to 10. It was 9:25. I played with the ruffles in my top.

The minutes ticked by without Leighton showing his face. The happy couples around me smiled and laughed while the lone mother and wife cried sad little tears. As I looked at my watch I saw a big 9:55. Feeling rejected and confused I stood up and pushed in my chair, trying to hold on to whatever pride I had left.

And as I hailed a taxi the crying became sobs and my whole body shook with sadness. The whole world was crumbling into little, bitty pieces and I didn't know what to do about it.

Chapter Fifteen

2009-07-31T20:01:00.000-07:00

An Important Announcement/ It's time

Sam Narrating

As I stared at the bare, empty canvas I tried hard to wipe the memories away, just long enough to paint something. but they persisted and the tragic white stayed tragically white. My knees shook as I let my mind rest on things.

Oh, how things can change.

The wide expanse of green grass drew ahead of me and I thought of my child.
A little boy, is what I was resting on. Maybe he would paint like me or fish in the ponds across Sunset Valley. He could even grow up and be a scientist, the possibilities were endless.

And as I found these thought joyful, I had to remember the negatives.
Bella and me had just turned 18 and could barely care for our rebellious souls, let alone a toddling toddler. And then I thought about the reaction from Dad.
Roxanne wouldn't be to mad because she was a sucker for children but dad saw more in me than having a child when I was unmarried with no job.

And one of the most negative thing that I learned over this experience, that has frozen my heart like an ice sculpture is that my girlfriend, whom I couldn't love more if I tried may not be in it for me. She just wanted a baby who she could carry around in a fancy bassinet and show all her jetsetting friends.

Oh, how this angers me.

Bella: "Bleeeeeeeeegg!!"

The terrible smells of morning sickness filled the house almost daily.
Bella was to scared to tell her parents so she stayed at our place, Roxanne and Dad unaware of what was really happening. Sometimes I worried about the baby.
Bella was so pale and sick all the time and was put into a lot of stress hiding the baby from me and her parents.

My sisters started catching on to Bella's "signs" because they were home on weekends and saw Bella throwing up or tickle her belly. I just didn't know it was that obvious. The only reason I guess Mom and dad haven't noticed is because of my sisters. Three kids were a handful for two parents, but still they managed. I don't know how they did it, just Bella's early pregnancy was taking it's toll on me.

Brian also knows, and I thank God he hasn't told Roxanne and Dad, it would be bad enough telling them face to face. I clench my teeth, how am I going to tell them?

Bella: "Sam!! Guess what? Babies are born with very poor vision but can recognize their mother right away! Did you hear that? My baby will know me!!"

I grumbled. She was reading one of those "pregnancy 101" books again.
She had been shooting random facts at me all day. I shook my head, and tried to give a disproving frown but a smile came instead. I couldn't resist her and that's what got us here in the first place.

Bella: "Oh and listen at this....playing classical music to a baby increases their intelligince.....what does in-telly-gence mean again, Sam?"
I ignored her and snuggled close to her warm body. Roxanne and Dad were having dinner at the diner and my sisters were sleeping. I loved these times with my Belle.
She put the book down and turned toward me, a warm smile playing delicately across her fine lips.

Bella: "Sam, do you hate me? Tell me your honest answer.....I know what I did to you was bad......And I'm really really sad about it.....I just really want this baby. More than anything in the world. I love you."

Little tears came rippling down her cheeks and left her green eyes sparkling with pixie dust. I wiped away the ribbons of tears and felt the little bump forming the baby we both loved. Slow kisses then followed and faster ones soon after. We kissed until headlights shined through the windows and Roxanne and my dad crossed the threshold inside the house. Now was the time to confess.

Leighton Narrating

I looked out the window of the little yellow taxi,taking me and my wife home after a romantic dinner at the diner.I was reflecting on my life thus far.
Good memories came to mind like the day I had got married to the best woman in the world. Her white dress with a criss-cross bodice and long cream colored silk.
Then came the memory of my second born son, Brian fussy even then.
Then of course was Sam growing up in front of me faster than I could comprehend.

I opened the door, my arm wrapped around the women I loved. Today we had reached a sort of mutual truce of sorts. I wanted my sweetheart back, and all this fighting was driving a brick wall between her delicate lips and mine.....

I peeked inside. Sam was cooking something with a distinct odor that kicked up old memories of the guys locker room in high school. My nose pinched together in disgust but I quickly hid my expression and greeted my eldest son.

Leighton: "Hey Buddy......watcha makin' there?"

I hung up my overcoat and helped Roxanne out of hers.I then saw that my t-shirt was drenched in sweat.The diner was pretty warm. I stripped off I felt the warmth of her skin and the shine of her hair and I realized I hadn't had it for a long time.
My mind wandered for a few seconds on the prospect of a little adult time later....

But when I looked up at my son, the sullen expression on his pale face stopped my thinking.

Leighton: "Sam....what's wrong? Oh my God, did you KILL SOMEBODY?"

I don't even know why I jumped to such stupid conclusions, it was just the first thing that came to my mind. The bloody murder of Johnny came to my mind.
My stomach lurched and my brain twitched. I had seen the whole thing.

Sam: "No dad, I didn't kill anyone. But I think I might have goofed things up a bit......B-B-Be-Be..P-pre-pr."

Leighton: "SAM! Just spit it out! WHAT HAPPENED?"

The sound of my yelling must have hit a nerve. He glared up at me, tears streaming down his cherry red cheeks.

Sam: "BELLA'S PREGNANT, OK? IT WAS JUST AFTER MY 18TH BIRTHDAY!!"

Pain struck every nerve in my body and I reacted. At first I didn't know how but it was pronounced by the large throbbing red mark on Sam's cheek. My hand felt sore to. Sam was wincing in physical pain while I was wincing in mental pain.

Roxanne: "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE??!!"

I couldn't take it anymore. The years of being a cold hard criminal doesn't protect you from this. I ran out the door, the cold night air chilling me to the bone. But I didn't care, nothing mattered anymore after all.

Why does everything have to be so complicated?

The room was bright when I opened my eyes. I felt the pool of something under me and I wondered what it was. Then I smelled the identifying odor. Sweat. The covers felt familiar and cheap, dyed a light cream. Snippets of conversation then came into focus as my senses became adjusted....

Roxanne: "I feel so terrible right now.....Leighton took the news so bad....I picked him up from one of the park benches downtown. The baby is just bad news to him I guess....Oh, I don't know what to do!"

The voice of my love filled the world with bliss for a few fleeting seconds. It was filled with concerned love that was so beautiful coming out of her mouth. But then came the second voice...

????: "Well, you may need to take him into a shrink, I hear they have reasonable rates these days...."

I heard my wife gasp a little and her tone went from concerned to angry.
Her hothead trait was one of the quirks about her that I loved. It came in handy protecting herself, or in this case, myself.

Roxanne: "OK, Jared I don't know if your just trying to be funny or what, but there is no way in hell I would lock up the love of my life in a crazy house! Who do you take me for?"

I peeked open my eyes. I was still groggy and sore, just opening my eyes caused a
full-scaled migraine. I stored all the bad memories away temporarily in a vacant corner of my mind. I would have to deal with those later, now I had to relax....

Jared: "I'm sorry love, I can just to conclusions pretty fast. You and your.....husband will get through this and I will give you any help that you need."

What is with this "love" business??? Is there something I don't know about here?
And why was he looking at her....amorously? I righted myself on the squeaky bedframe. My head felt like I had a massive hangover.....maybe I had had a few drinks in the park last night?

Roxanne and the husky voiced stranger looked over at me. Roxanne had her arms around my neck in a split second and was cooing things into my ear. Her arms were extra warm with worry, about the........I couldn't bring myself to say "pregnancy" The word had changed from beautiful news of an upcoming bundle of joy to a word of disgust.....I would never be able to look at him the same way again.

I looked over at this "Jared" guy. Chunky sideburns and ugly jewelry completed the image of "wannabe" or whatever they call it these days. I swooped in to Roxanne for a big smooch that I knew he was uncomfortable about. Still he looked at my wife like he might pick her up and do the same thing.

Just when I was going to give him a piece of my mind (And maybe a big punch in the stomach) my three beautiful girls came running up the cement stairs.I could hear the sounds of mary Jane's hitting the floor and the soft feminine voices bickering with each other. I must have slept for a while, they were just getting home from school.

My three little girls. The same little girls that surprised the heck out of us when we first had them. Triplets? We thought we couldn't do it. We had but just barely.
Life has gone by in a most unusual way. Madeline was the one with the long black hair and Alice was the one with her hair pulled back.They both have my Asian traits. And then there is Belinda, the lilac eyed, brown haired girl who reminds me of my lovely wife whenever I look at her.

They entered the house and I saw that Belinda had tears strewn across her face.
What was wrong? I called out her name but she shut her door behind her.
I could hear muffled sobs.

I was just about to clasp the knob when my phones ringtone startled me.
I looked down at caller ID and saw an unfamiliar number. That was odd.....all the people I knew were already punched in. I didn't get it in time so I clicked "call back"

As it was dialing, a familiar voice came from behind.
My knees locked and my neck tightened.

Sam: "Dad, I'm so sorry."

There was so many emotions in my boys voice. So much sincerity rang clear in his voice. I still loved him even though he messed up. And that wasn't going to change.

The phone was on the last ring and I was a split second away from flipping it close when a voice answered:

Ayesha Anasari: "It's time Leighton, tomorrow night.Hope that it's a boy"

And the evil voice ended that quickly. Just those five words made my heart tear up into millions of teeny tiny shards. I looked back at my son and then collapsed onto the ground, leaving conciousness for right now and slipping into temporary darkness knowing full well things were going to go astray in the life of the Robinson family.

Chapter Fourteen

2009-07-29T11:33:00.001-07:00

The Mistake that would require a real man

Sam Narrating

Hey it's Sam.....You remember me right? Leighton is my dad and Roxanne is my step-mom.

But I'm not here to relay some happy information.

I'm here to get some stuff off my chest. About the mistakes I made.

And not a little mistake either. A really, really big one.

But you don't know what has happened so I will start from the beginning....

After my sisters birthday everything was normal. Well, as normal as you can get with triplets around and a dad you thought you knew but don't know anymore.
But when August 22nd came, it was my birthday, an event we celebrated in the immediate family. It was nice.

And I was an adult.

An adult who could make very adult choices.

But sometimes those choices can end with consequences that even adults can't handle......

A few weeks later, Roxanne got a call to go to the international chef display, something she was ecstatic about. My dad was to go with her and keep her company, even though they hadn't exactly been on the same page lately.
My three sisters begged to go with them, they had never been anywhere besides sunset valley before. Dad gave in and then Roxanne, and it was settled that me and Brian would have the house to ourselves.

Well not completely to ourselves.

Because the night they left Bella, the girlfriend from heaven came over with her halo of dark brunette hair....oh boy, am I a sucker for beautiful girls.

I hadn't seen her since high school graduation, so when she embraced me I was a little surprised. I was the nerdy kid who had pocket protectors and she was the statuesque olive skinned babe that was usually reserved for the football players.

Bella: "Sam! Look at you! I haven't seen you in, like, forever!"

Her light green eyes penetrated deep into the cavities of my heart, illuminating the world with gold and silver. Everything was wonderful when you looked into them....good enough to do just about anything......

I took her hands. My palms were sweaty. I hope she didn't notice.

Bella: "Sammy.....I came because I want to try something...."

Her eyes were seductive. And I was falling for it. Falling deep.

Sam: "W-what is it Bells?"

Bella: "It's very fun....I used to do it all the time before I met you. And your parents are gone so things will be great."

I didn't understand. She said she would be in the bathroom while I would just relax on the bed. I still had no clue what was going to happen. Yes reader, I was naive. Too naive for my own good. *sigh*

Brian walked by muttering something under his breath. I can't be certain but I heard the words "On mom and dad's bed" and then "idiot" Then realization started to kick in. I looked over and there she was, a gorgeous angel, her eyes fearless and rebellious.

Sam: "Bells.....we can't do this you might get....p-p-pregnant"

But her mouth was on mine full of fiery purpose. And soon enough we were under the covers my head filled with desperate thoughts.

And as the sun creeped over the mountains, our breath touched, hot and excited.

Bella: "Thank you Sam.....Hopefully this works."

I was puzzled by the last three words but suddenly the words came to me:

Does she want to be pregnant?

And the memories I had once thought were unimportant rushed in.

Suddenly the memories of her swaddling my little sisters seemed important.
Now it seemed that the reason she came over was not entirely to see me, but to see the bite-sized triplets in the little pink room.

And then I hoped our night together hadn't resulted in a baby.....

But that was wishful thinking.

Chapter Thirteen

2009-07-25T13:56:00.000-07:00

Party Overload/A voice inside my head

Roxanne Narrating

As the guests evaporated from Brian's successful birthday and the smell of chocolate cherry cake dulled, I was glad that it was over. I needed some R&R.

I kissed each of the girls on the forehead and said goodnight to Brian, the handsome teenager I had raised since a tot. He responded with a beaming smile and an: "I love you mom."

Oh how pretty those words could be.

Time went by uneventful for a while.

Sam spent his time painting watercolors of far away lands and starry, desolate night skies. The remainder of his time would be spent making the honor roll in school and being the key teammate on the chess team. And of course there was his girlfriend, Bella. His Bella.

Then there is Leighton and me, the duo that has beat the odds, or at least for now we have. But things have been unusually tense around the house. There has been many arguments and hurtful words that can never be taken back.

Trust is hard when you know your husband is keeping a dark secret.

A secret that may tear us apart.

Or even be deadly.

And in the middle of all this, a very special event popped up on the calendar.
The girls birthday! Not one or two, but three beautiful girls growing up on the same day. I wiped the sweat that formed on my forehead. Another big birthday bash?

I peeked in on them and their round, cherubic faces. Madeline was gazing intently at her sister who was looking out the bay window. Was it just me or was there a hint of......anger, in Madeline's face?

No, it must be just me.....

Madeline Narrating

There is more to my face than meets the eye.

From the outside I look like any other mindless three year old.

But I am different.

Very, very different.

I put on a stupid smile for my mom and dad. I have learned that the girl with the biggest smile and cutest antics gets the most time out of this prison they call a "Crib" Sure enough, my mother comes and coos at me and swaddles me into her arms. I want to be out of them as soon as I was in them.

I had enough company in my head.

My mother had bathed me and washed my mouth out after she had caught me with a large rat in my mouth. But I wasn't the one who did it.

The person inside me did it.

After a while of my mother holding me like a doll, I was put down onto the padded pink floor. My sister Alice was behind me, I decided to converse with her before I could go outside and talk to myself. We spoke in the ancient toddler language.

Madeline: "Gwa goo fa fo poo poo."
*Translation: "Those stupid baby toys will rot your mind."*

Alice: "foo foo, mappy tedaroo wappa loo loo wee wee?"

*Translation: I only play with them because it's the only thing to do around this place.Belinda is the one who gets all the fun."*

Just the sound of her name made my stomach lurch. Me and Alice were the lesser two while lilac eyed Belinda got all the attention. I was sick of it.

I hated her for it too.

And I swear I would make her pay for it to someday.

Brian Narrating

Ever since my big birthday bash, things have been looking up for Ol' Brian Robinson. I spend my days fishing at the pond across from our house.

Is it just me or does catching goldfish seem kinda morbid?

Anyway, mom has been totally run over by planning a birthday party for my sisters. Sometimes I think mom is trying to hard to be the perfect mom. I am sure mad at myself for putting her through all my angst when I was a kid.

I hope I don't become like that again.

I fell asleep on the grassy lawn of the park that night. When I woke it was almost pitch black and I stumbled back home. I saw dad eating outside in a odd uniform.
I wondered if mom and dad had gotten into another fight.

Dad didn't notice how I tiptoed inside to go to bed but I did notice the tears that lined his cheeks. I wonder if it had anything to do with his mysterious job he had never told me about. He always told me he was a plumber but he couldn't even fix the leak on the shower. As I thought of this I snuggled into the covers and fell asleep, dreaming of my life as it was, jumbled and mis-matched....

That morning I woke up late. Late enough to wake up just in time to see my sisters grow up. It was a nice little party and everyone looked happy enough.

Alice Robinson

Belinda Robinson

Madeline Robinson

And as my sisters grow up, I can't help but think that things are going to become even more crazier around here. I can only hope that everyone will make it out alive in the end.......

Chapter Twelve

2009-07-16T09:11:00.000-07:00

Tots, the Future and Remaining Sane when everything feels insanse.

Roxanne Narrating

Im not going to lie, raising triplets has been hard times three.
Between diaper changes, tantrums and the always enjoyable spit ups, free time has been a thing that you can only dream of and wish you had some.

The girls each have there own unique personality. Alice, the cutie above is a diva type and loves staying up all night and getting up real early.She loves her little xylophone and making noises in general. A future Britney Spears maybe? Well, take away the shaving her head and all.

Madeline is the independent one who loves to experiment if you will.
But sometimes she goes a little far in her attempts. One day she burrowed under the crawl space. When I came outside to she where she was her feet were poking out from under. I pulled her out and in her mouth nestled between her little teeth was a little mouse still squirming for survival.

I can tell you that was the last time I let her go anywhere without adult supervision.

And then there is little Belinda with her big lilac eyes and long brown hair. She takes what she has and will never want more. In a lot of ways that trait will get you far but in other ways it will leave you with the average, never wanting more in life.

Roxanne: "Hewe you go Lynn. Its your favowite, hot dwogs out of the bwender!"

Roxanne squealed with happiness. I squealed because of it's distinct odor.
I had never been a fan of the hot dog smell.....

But anyway,

It's also been hard raising them in near poverty. Money has been flowing in from Leighton's "job" but when you have triplets, enough just doesn't seem quite enough.Yes, The toilet is in the girls nursery for now and I still feel bad when I say that. I hope the girls aren't old enough to remember what they saw.

Brian is still a hermit and doesn't talk much but he did open up a little to tell us it was his birthday the very next day. I was taken aback a little and shocked I had almost forgotten the date. What a non-mommish thing to do. Like some of those PTA moms, I was always jealous of their perfectly booked schedules and their
big, shiny smiles.

Getting at least a lick of interaction from Brian was
rare so I decided to jump on it.

Roxanne: "Hey baby doll, how do you like the idea of celebrating your birthday as a party? Y'know, with all your friends and stuff?"

His face perked up like a dogs ears. A smile I hadn't seen since he was an infant spread across his face. He didn't answer me with words but he ran off to call his friends. My body tingled with pride. Beat that PTA moms.

Brian: "Dude, my mom said I can have a birthday party! Isn't that awesome!"

Christopher: "Yeah! Am I invited?"

Brian: "Absolutely not."

Christopher: "But....but..I sit by you all the time in lunch and I even got Suzy to like you back...."

Brian: "Dude, Im just kidding! Of course your invited! Now about Suzy..."

The whole house's mood seemed to shift to a happier mood with the upcoming party. Even Leighton, who had been acting like the living dead was somewhat peppier. He even managed to get a day off work for all the festivities. Now that was hard to do.

Leighton: "Look son, the waters hitting my BUTT!"

Sam and him started laughing then and I started laughing to.
Were things finally going back to normal, the way normal sims lives go?

Roxanne: "Yeah, I wanna buy one ice cream cake and three baloon staue things.........What? They only come in pink?"

Party planning was harder than I thought it would be. I thought I would order a pizza but when I dialed the number and a person answered in a language I didn't know, I hung up and deecided to make my own dish. Kids like ratatoulile right?

Brian was abuzz with chatter about this and that. He terribly wanted to know what his present was going to be and tried to squeeze it out of Sammy....

Brian: "Hey big brother....hows it going....Can I ask you a question?"
Sam: "Let me guess Bri, what is momma and daddy going to get me huh?"

That's my Sam, he could keep a secret well. But who had he inheireted it from?
I had the name on my tongue but I tried not to think about it. But it suddenly burst into my mind:

Leighton

I looked out at him through the windows of the house. He was dancing before the party started like a goofball. But hes my goofball.

What was it he was trying to tell me that day before we were interupted by
Madeline? Was it something important?

Was it something bad?

I decided I would ask me. I would look into his eyes and see if he was lying.
I just hope I could stomach whatever he is trying to tell me.

The party was in full bloom when noon hit. The guest list was pretty intimate but quite a few party crashers came to come partake in the festivities. Well, at least they brought regular food, turns out kids hate ratatouille. I guess they only like the movie. *sigh*

Leighton really got the party going and kept the guests dancing to old 80's cotton candy sweet songs. I was inside a lot of the time making sure the girls didn't get into to much trouble and frosting the cake. To bad one of Brian's "early bloomer" friends insisted on trailing me....

Christopher:"Soo.....I see your Brian's mom right? So if I like, married you I would be his dad. THAT IS SO AWESOME! So what do you say?"

*Sigh* Kids these days right?

Upon the list of party crashers is Ayesha Anasari who is eyeing my husband like a Gucci handbag. I bit my lip when I saw her out front dancing like a lunatic.
I think I officially have a rival.

Bella, Sam's girlfriend came to celebrate Brian's birthday even though she hardly knew him. I knew she was there to see Sammy. She was the cities sweetheart and was forced to dance with the older folk.

But when they did get a chance to dance, the love they shared seemed to eminate from their bodies.

But when the main event came: the birthday, everyone gathered around to wish Brian a good transition from child to teen.

And there he was. Believe it or not, that's his happy look.
He is a handsome young man, and me and Leighton love him to death.

And as the guests gradually dispersed, me and Leighton finally had some time alone. My time to get some answers.

Roxanne: "Leighton, I need to know what is going on. Now."

Leighton: "Its nothing. I was just in a bit of a dump now I'm fine."

Roxanne: "Your lieing. I can tell."

Leighton: "It's better you don't know. I can't let you....."

I opened my mouth to protest. But I knew by the look in his eyes that his lips were sealed.

This was going to be hard but one way or another I will find out what is happening.

Chapter Eleven

2009-07-13T16:53:00.000-07:00

Birthdays,Empty Threats and Love

Roxanne Narrating

Today is the day the triplets are going to advance from infancy to toddlerhood.
And quite honestly, it is very relieving. Swaddled up in a knit pink blanket, I took each one to the birthday cake. I asked Leighton if he wanted to bring any of the girls to the cake but he just hung his head and mumbled no. Somethings odd about him lately. I just can't put my finger on it.

It would be pointless to show you three pictures of each girl growing up when they look so much alike, so I'll just show how they each turned out.

The first to grow up is Madeline, or Lynn. She grew up with long black hair, just like her daddy. She loves the color Lilac and will only drink organic milk and baby squash, which costs more than regular food. Do we have a future diva on our hands? I guess time will only tell....

The next to grow up was Alice, who has short black hair and big black eyes.
She definitely takes after Leighton. She fusses a lot but is an all around good girl.
She is a little different though.....Always talking to herself and eating grubs out of the neighbors garden. *sigh*

And last but certainly not least, is momma's baby girl, Belinda. She has long brown hair just like yours truly and big violet eyes. She is always pulling on my leg for attention and I always give it to her. How can you resist that face?

After growing the triplets up I thought I would have some time for some R&R .
Well guess what?

I was wrong.

The triplets needed more attention than ever. Leighton helped but was always moping around, steaming inside about an unknown conundrum. This makes me sad. I hope nothings wrong.....

Brian was as indifferent as always. I didn't even get the occasional "I love you mom" or "Bye mom" when he left anymore. All the happiness the girls put into my heart would be drained when I saw his lifeless eyes and limp features. He would groan and mumble when I asked him to do something or tell me how his day went.

One day Leighton had had enough. He hated being snuffed by someone.
And especially by his own flesh and blood.

Leighton: "Ok Brian....I can't take it anymore! What the he-- What's wrong with you, son?"

*Grumble*

Leighton: "GOD BRIAN! SHAPE UP OR...OR I'M GONNA MAKE YOU......"

Leighton couldn't think of any threat that would really scare our son.
Instead Brian walked away, knowing full well he possessed even more power than he had before. It sucked knowing he had us in the palm of his hand spinning us around like a yo-yo. *Heavy sigh*

Sam has been invaluable to us helping with the triplets. He tickles, snuggles and nuzzles them and all around is proving a great step-brother. He is always talking about his girlfriend Bella to. Bella this and Bella that. His Bella. And when she comes over to our house his eyes take on a whole new realm of meaning.

*sighs again* Young love is a sweet thing.

As for my own life, its good. I'm finally making my way up the culinary career ladder. Oregano and souffle are common words where I work and I feel most content when I smell the beautiful culinary creations of my higher ups.
Sometimes I feel sad that I haven't made my dreams come true and my elder years are approaching but when I look in my kids faces I know I made the right choice.

I didn't say it's not hard though.

On a sunny Tuesday, Brian and Sammy were away at school and I decided to treat me and the hubby to a little lunch. A little Stu surprise can be romantic, right?
Lately things have been strained between us. Maybe it was the triplets or something else? Something darker possibly? Oh, maybe I'm just paranoid.

Roxanne: "Honey, the stews done. Wanna eat it while the girls are asleep? I put eggplants in it because I know how you like your purple veggies......honey you there?"

Leighton was on the porch and when I called out he looked me in the eyes, the first time he had done that in a long, long time. They were bloodshot and full of unshielded agony. Suddenly he jumped up and locked me in an embrace.
And just as quickly he let me go. I wanted him to hold me again like that.

But instead he walked away, into the nursery.

Leighton: "One of the girls is crying...."

But I didn't hear anything.

And then I imagined everything would fall perfectly into place.
That the thing on Leighton's mind was just a harmless thing like what Birthday gift he was going to get me and how he would surprise me with a cake with icing bells and whistles. And I imagines little Brian helping me with the groceries or saying "I love you" just once, so I would know that I wasn't a complete and utter failure of a mother. And I imagined my girls growing up and playing with barbies until they were 30, not getting into boy drama until the late 70's.

But that was just imagining.

The real world was much different.

Leighton Narrating

Now, you probably think I'm a jerk for doing all this to my wife.
Or you might think I'm some other things that I won't even get into.

And you know what, your absolutely right.

In the past, I made far less mistakes. And the ones that I did make were small and basically meaningless like forgetting to order my hamburger with extra pickles.
Now I made them left and right, every where I went I messed something up in a bigger way than you could imagine.

Now you may be wondering why I had to snuff my gorgeous, kind, smart and otherwise perfect wife. Well, in some part of my mind I knew that the baby I would eventually make with the Sunset Seven heiress would be found out by my real wife, who I loved more than life itself. And at that point she would leave me almost surely. Might as well make it easier for her by acting like a a--.

But I knew this was stupid, something desperate men thought about in desperate situations. The baby wasn't even here yet. I had officially done nothing wrong. There was still hope. Just .01 percent of it but it was still there regardless. I needed anything I got. And that meant my wife.

She was rocking Alice to sleep. I tapped her on the shoulder.
It had been more than a long time since we had held hands. Her dainty,
fragile hands in my big hands that had done so much bad in life.
Hers were perfect, they had never done bad in life. It was the
opposite that tore us apart. And yet here we were gazing into each others eyes,
hers full of lovely confusion and ancient sadness.

I never wanted to hurt her again. I had to tell her so she would know.
And it was a toss-up what would happen from there.

Leighton: "Rox.....I have hurt you so much and there's absolutely no excuse for that. I need you more than water and air. You are my life. You are the reason God put me on this world. You are the reason that I have the most beautiful children in the world. I just need to tell you something. And it will hurt you again."

Her eyes slimmed down and I could see open skepticism.

Roxanne: "Well....what is it?"

She had always had a hot temper and it was revealing itself again.
I had the urge to hold her face and kiss it and wipe the tears away.
I had to come clean. I opened my mouth.

Belinda: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMA!"

Belinda's scream woke all the other girls. I could tell this conversation was going to be put on hold. I was half relieved half mortified. Is this what they called
"saved by the bell" I sure didn't feel saved.

All I can tell is that this is going to be a long ride until the day I die.

Chapter Ten

2009-07-11T14:14:00.000-07:00

Q:Does trouble always find Me?
A:Yes

Roxanne Narrating

If you think about it, I had come more than a long way since I arrived in Sunset Valley. I had thought I had known the world inside and out yet now I know I was as naive as the baby sparrow, testing out it's wings for the first time and failing.
On those first days I was a free woman who knew where she was going and wasn't going to let anything get in the way. Now I barely knew which way was up.

It was the car ride home from the hospital and both of us were drained of energy and a little shocked by the arrival of triplets. Ok, more than a little. A lot.
Leighton was barely keeping his eyes open, he was supposed to work that night too. But when he knew that he had three beautiful children, he was ecstatic. He wanted five children and now he had them. We had them.

Now, you may be on the edge of your seat wondering the genders and names of the little bundles. You are lucky because I am
going to tell you. Out of the basket came:

A little girl named Madeline. I call her Lynn because it's easier for me.
Especially when you have a household of seven. She has very dark eyes and I think she received Leighton's looks the most.

The next baby is:

Little Alice, another girl.You can tell she looks an awful lot like her sister, Madeline. She already has a strong personality and loves being cooed at. I don't know what this will mean later on but I guess I'm going to have to wait and see.

And last but not least is:

A third baby girl named Belinda. Yes, I got the girl I wanted times three.
The thing I notice about Belinda is her big, violet eyes. And it hit me how she had inherited them from me. I just stared into them and she smiled her little toothless smile. It warmed my heart and still does.

But the strenuous responsibilities kicked in quickly. Leighton had to take
frequent trips to the grocery store for the three little girls getting diapers and bottles and, by my request, little bows and doodads to adorn my baby girls in. It was hard for Leighton at first, his graveyard schedule left him little time with them. And what made it worse it that he was doing illegal and immoral things while at work. He was a pretty religious guy to and he hated his job. Absolutely hated it.

And speaking of not liking things, Brian has been acting weird.
Ever since the triplets have been born, Brian has closed up all communication
with me and Leighton and his older brother. He has straight D's in school and I blame myself. He was the object of all our affections before the triplets and now he is.....I don't even know how to say it....

But as I put down one of the babies another one starts screaming bloody murder.
And then when I put that one down I come to talk to him and he's gone to school or out with his friends. People he can count on more than me. I sigh as I write this.

Life as a multiple mommy can be described in many words. It's hard.
More hard than yard work or getting a promotion or teaching an old dog how to use a can opener. It's tiring too. Sometimes I hate Leighton for leaving every night and sleeping most of the day. I want to fall on the ground and cry but then I know that it would only make this worse. But sometimes the only thing you can do is cry.

Leighton Narrating
The birth of my three baby girls was one of the best things that happened to me.
I looked up at the sky and gave whoever was up there a little thank you. On a night the girls were especially loud and fussy, I was off to my job. If you could call the horrible things they do there a job.

That evening started like any other normal work day. If you could call stuffing bodies in garbage bags and scouting out the police normal. But the birth of my three gorgeous daughters seemed to propel me to keep going, even though I didn't feel like going anymore.

I was stuck in this job in fear that if I left, the Sunset Seven would kill both me and my family. I could never let that happen. So when I had to get into that old, dingy car for work it was out of complete and utter necessity. I couldn't loathe my job more if I tried. I hated what I did and saw and wish I could wipe it away.

But I can't. And I can't fix that.

As the moon was high in the sky and the town was sleeping, I was up and inside the old, abandoned warehouse the Sunset Seven call their workplace. It was a quiet night and I was doing paperwork. Ironically, I was addressing envelopes to go to a select few who would qualify to be in this "business." I picked another one up and put the name "Agnes Crumplebottom" on the sticker.

But what happened next was not something I was used to. Ayesha Anasari, one of the Sunset Sevens heiresses's stood in front of me. I hadn't seen her since the day I had yelled at her for hitting on me. I had feared seeing her since then. She had power over the whole organization. Not a good thing to get on the bad side of her.

Ayesha: "Well hello there.....I didn't know you worked here."

She laughed a cruel, razor edged laugh. I stared at her blankly.

Ayesha: "Ok boy, I'm gonna cut to the chase here....I have unlimited power over you and your pathetic little family. So, I am going to use that power for my own good. I want you to get me pregnant. You see, my stupid fiance would give me ugly kids but if I had kids with you then they would be gorgous! And, of course the biggest reason is that I just want to mess with you, and have you in my bed, going against all your worthless morals and knowing in your mind that your family will always hate you for this. Boys are so adorable when they feel trapped. I wonder if you will hate your child? Just because it is half mine...."

I was stunned. I leaped out of seat. My blood boiled.
Why the Hell did she want me to have her baby?! I was ready to scream at her but she stopped me.

Ayesha: "Easy boy, don't get to excited to jump in bed with me just yet. I need my family to think this baby is from my stupid fiance and having a baby when we havent even got married would be stupid."
I couldn't take it anymore. I ran. She yelled something I could barely hear over my loud boots hitting the ground.

Ayesha: "Remember honey, I have all the power! You want your stupid family to die? All you have to do is knock me up!"

Emotion overtook me and I couldn't run anymore. This would hurt my family in all the ways I hadn't hurt them already. It would probably cause my wife to leave me and take my kids with her. But when the other option was for them to die.....
I knew I would have to give Ayesha what she wanted. Even though it would uproot every moral code I still lived by.

I then decided that I would keep this a secret for as long as possible.
This child, born of evil and despair, would never come to meet my real family, whom I loved. I just prayed with all my heart that this dirty secret would remain between me and Ayesha.

And I looked to the skies and wondered, how did this happen and why me?

And I returned to my sleeping family, the people I would betray. And I wept silently and wondered if there was any light at the end of the tunnel.

Sam Narrating

Life for me just couldn't get any better. And the reason for that? Her name is Bella Bachelor, only the prettiest, wittiest girl in the world. And you know what she's my girlfriend. Well....almost at least. Does helping her with her homework after school count?

Bella: "Hey! That number looks like a little crab if you add a line right here....and that one looks like the sun.....And that one looks like a surfboard...."

She sighed. I sighed too. A flash of something daring crossed Bella's eyes.

Bella: "Wanna go to the beach Sam? We can go together, it will be fun!"

Sam: "Bella....your parents said you can't leave the house....."

Bella: "Pftt! I need some fun, and I'm sick of being the rolemodel. I wanna tear the town up!! And Sam, no offense, but you need a tan A.S.A.P."
I couldn't resist any longer. Her face beamed and her skin glowed.
Next stop: The Sunset Beach.

We ran the whole way there, letting the hot air burn our faces. She raced ahead and I lagged behind. Hey, artists aren't known for their running abilities.
But I caught up in the end. She was stanind there and I approached her with limited confidence. She was just so perfect looking. I had only dabbled in painting random watercolors lacking inspiration but I felt that I had it here now on this beach.....her skin a soft caramel, tanned to utter perfection. I stood next to her, gazing into her eyes. I was mesmorized.

Bella: "Sam.....I.....this place is beautiful huh? I go here with my parents sometimes but it's not the same when I'm with you.....I guess what Im trying to get out is that......I really really like you in a different way than just friends....like as a boyfriend?"

I was still looking into her eyes. I only half heard what she said but it filled me with that feeling again....and now it was even stronger....Was it love?

Bella: "Sam? Are you listening?"

Sam: "Yeah! Sorry.I ummm...Well...umm....I think I feel the same way too."

Bella: "Really? I thought it was just me. I really think we can make this work....wait Mortimer is that you?!"
I suddenly swirved around and saw Mortimer Goth, one of the richest boys in Sunset Valley. He was scowling at me but for a half a second he looked over at Bella, and I could see the raw love he had for her. But a Goth marrying off a Bachelor would be social suicide for all those hoity toity types. Still, rivalry rushed in my heart and I wanted to defend the prize I was so close to.

Mortimer: "Indeed it is. But I must be going now..Ms.Bella, take care of yourself."

And he left. And just when he did the Sunset that Sunset Valley is famous for played orange and pinks all over the sky. I couldn't miss this chance.
I made my move on the prize I so dearly wanted.

Bella: "So I fell for my math tutor.....Seems like a novel right?"

Sam: "Yeah......and you know what always comes next?"

Bella: "I can show you...."

And on the beach with a Sunset behind us, I had my first kiss with the woman I had fallen in love with. And I felt like nothing could break me.

Chapter Nine

2009-07-08T13:38:00.000-07:00

I thought this kind of stuff only Happened in Movies

Roxanne Narrating

Sometimes reality is a strange thing.
You know somethings true but you don't know it at the same time.
The world is happening around you and you see it all but you don't comprehend it. If you understand this then you know how it might feel.
This odd, detached feeling that feels like a dream.

Or a nightmare.

Sometimes this happened to me. The world is spinning around a million miles an hour and I'm in this life just watching it all happening. Everything doesn't feel real right now.

First of all, my husband is a criminal and is being controlled by murderers.

Second of all, I am having a baby when are bank account is close to zero.

And thirdly, well, I will let you find out about that later on.

Yumi's death had struck hard and is still painful to rest our minds on. Her body is laying in the cemetery but her soul is still with us. We tried not to dwell on it though, life must go on for better or worse.

When the somber mood had lifted ever so slightly I decided to take advantage of it and do what I love to do which is cook. All these pregnancies have kinda put my dream of being a chef on hold but I didn't want it to be on hold for much longer.

Dreams are dreams and if you don't take action they will stay that way.
Just then, Sam went into the kitchen, his eyes full of elation and a full smile on his face. This kinda caught me off guard because smiles were rare in this house especially for Sammy, who grieved his grandmother with all his broken heart.

Roxanne: "Hey big guy, watcha doing?"

Sam: "Oh it's nothin'......No it isn't nothing at all! I am gonna meet this girl named Bella. I really like her I think. She needs help on her algebra test so....Wait, your not going to let me go are you?"

Roxanne: "Of course I will Sammy! Hopefully I will get to meet this lucky lady too!"

He wasn't expecting I would be so open to the idea. He probably thought I would say no. But I knew that would hurt him.

Sam: "Really?! Thanks mom!"

I was stunned. Him saying "mom" was the simplest gesture yet it meant so much.
That night when Sam came home he had some stories to tell....

Sam Narrating This Scene
A few hours earlier....

Bella: "I really think I'm gonna fail this test. I mean, what is that number supposed to be there for? And why do I have to find the square root of that number?"

Sam: "Well....."

I was really shy. I knew the answer but it wasn't coming out right. The girl had me under a spell. I could feel the heat of her skin and the smell of her long dark hair.
I imagined how I could paint a face as beautiful as hers. I probably couldn't. Nobody could. It was just so perfect......

I mustered up my courage. I was known in my school as the "nerd" or "dweeb" but I wanted to show that I wasn't going to live by silly labels anymore. I was Sam, a man with enough courage to win over the prettiest girl in school. Or, at least show her how to do her math.

Sam: "Well, that number over there needs to be combined with this number to make it alike. Then you need to carry over that seven and you get your answer..."

I don't think I was imagining how she was looking at me right then. She had a twinkle in her chestnut eyes and a coy smile on her face. My eyes widened and my breathing accelerated as well as my heart. But just then her dad, Simis, yelled out from upstairs.

Simis: "YOU BETTER NOT BE DOWN THERE WITH A BOY BELLA! IF I FIND YOU WITH ONE, I SWEAR I WILL RIP HIS HEAD RIGHT OUT OF IT'S SOCKET!"

Bella: "There is no boys here daddy!"

And she silently pushed me to the back door and gave me one last look that filled me with.....feeling I guess. Stuff I didn't even know. I ran out moments before her dad got the the bottom level. I ran home full of elation and feeling, whatever that feeling was. And for now, everything seemed perfect.

Roxanne Narrating

It was a relief to hear about little Sammy's interest in this "Bella."
Me and his grandma were about the only women he knew and he deserved someone who would love him in a new way. As for my own love life however, things were a little mucky. And I especially found that out a few days later.....

Leighton had taken me to the spa and I needed it. Ever since my days in Philadelphia I hadn't gotten one real massage. And pregnancies can really mess with your back so he took me there. It was a cheap 50 dollar one though so it was over with pretty fast. So I emerged from the spa to see my husband with another woman. I listened and remained undetected.....

????: "Hey I know you....Leighton right? You work at my families "business" right? I'm Ayesha Anasari. One of the top families in this town."

So she was one of those dirty rotten murderers who had killed that Johnny guy.
I remained still and silent, intrigued by this converstion.

Leighton: "Yeah...I know your name."

Ayesha: "I actually wanted to talk to you.....I understand your single? Because my family's mansion is just up the road and we could...."

She gave him "the look" Hatred flung out of me and I'm surprised I didn't lunge at her. She was tiny and I could tackle her and pull all her hair out. Even with a pregnancy belly. But I didn't have to. Leighton was already rejecting her and walking away. Thats my man. He even said he was happily married, even though our life wasn't quite happy.

Ayesha: "So what do you mean your married? On your application it says your single with no kids? Come on, I make a good "bed buddy" if you know what I mean......"

Leighton: "You know what Ms.Anasari? I mean no trouble but absoultely nothing will ever happen between you and me. Period.And you know why I said I don't have any kids and I'm single? It's because I want to keep them protected from you and your family of murderers."

I felt a rush of love for my Leighton just then. He looked over and saw me and grabbed me by the arm and we left. I looked at his face and it was bunched up with tears.

Leighton: "That was bad Roxy. I just yelled at one of the Sunset sevens daughters.This....this....this is bad. Now we are all in danger."

I didn't know what the "Sunset Seven" was and I was about to ask but I suddenly felt like throwing up. Those taco bell enchiladas arent very good for your system.

But it suddenely evolved into something more. I had felt this once before but this one was 3 times as harsh.

Roxanne: "LEIGHTON! I THINK I'M GOING INTO LABOR!"

He rushed in to see the puddle where my water had broke.

Leighton: "It sure looks like it hon!!!"

He hailed a taxi and we were off to Sunset Valley General hospital.

The Bunch's seemed to be visting the hospital as a family when we got there. I found that pretty....interesting. But they sure got a scare when they saw pregger belly ready to pop.

At the hospital a strange thing happned. One that still boggles my mind.
Remember earlier how I listed a few things that still haven't sunk in completely?
And how I didn't say the third thing?Well that third thing is actually the number three. What does that mean you may ask. Well connect the two. I am at the hospital in labor and the number three is invloved. Yes, reader I had three babies also known as triplets.

Reality is a strange thing indeed.

Chapter Eight

2009-07-06T19:26:00.000-07:00

Shattered Like Glass

Roxanne Narrating

Leighton ran into the house sweat drenching his entire body and his eyes bloodshot. He immediately started talking. It was rushed and twinged with a hint of terror.

Leighton: "Oh my god Roxy. I knew I shouldn't have...I knew I shouldn't have. Now things are really bad...."

Roxanne: "What's wrong? Tell me whats so bad? I need to know!"

I was scared. This had to be bad.

Leighton: "It all started when Giuseppe told Johnny to take out the "trash"..... Johnny said no and Giuseppe got really mad...Like really, really mad. He....he....he killed him Rox!! I saw it all!! They...they did bad stuff to him....I can't....I can't......"

All my nerves had gone cold. Yet the words "I told you so" threatened to retreat out of my mouth.This was just what I thought it was....a dark shady business with murders they could cover up with their limitless money on their master cards.

I pulled Leighton to the living room and put on a big fake smile to try to ease his nerves. If I'm happy he's happy right? Tears were running down his flushed cheeks and he pulled his sweat soaked t-shirt off. My smile faltered and I had to work hard to keep it straight.

Roxanne: "It's Ok...Honey? I....I...."

I was on the verge of tears is what I was. He could have been that Johnny guy.

Roxanne: "Leighton....You have to leave this business now. Do you understand me? Or you'll end up...."
I couldn't bring myself to saying "dead"

Leighton: "I can't....Once your sworn in your in. No turning back. I feel so bad Rox....I am such a idiot..."

Leighton hadn't noticed the bump on my belly. But Brian, whom I hadn't even known was there made it aware to him."

Brian: "Daddy....Look at momma's belly! She's gonna have a baby!!"

I was never quite as irritated by Brian than as I was now. I wanted to tell my husband the news when he was happy and wanting a baby. He was as far from happy as you can get and had witnessed first hand a brutal mob murder.

But surprisingly he plastered on his own "happy" face and put his ear to my stomach. I cried. Leighton cried. And after that moment I think the world was just a little harsher.

A long time after, the freshness of this was burned into our heads. Leighton followed orders to the tee at his job and I even joined a church so I could pray that my husband and father of my kids would be brought home safe. The mob was a big business. Too big to slip up even once.

I tried to push this out of my mind and focus on my kids and my unborn child.
It was a pretty somber atmosphere in the house so I picked up a sprinkler from the hardware store and set it up. They had more fun than I expected!!

Sam: "Hey little bro, betcha not as fast as me!"

Brian: "I bet Im not!! I mean I bet I am!! I'm as fast as a slug! I mean Im as fast as a tornado!"

It's so interesting watching my kids interact and grow and develop their own unique traits. Sam was a hopeless Casanova while Brian was grumpy but loves to fish. I wonder what the little baby in my tummy would turn out to be like? It felt like the world had flipped over and done a loop-d-loop. I went to my mother in law to possibly get some insight.

Yumi: "I see you are expecting again. And I also see great distress in your eyes. What is the matter? Young Sam hasn't come in ages and neither has Leighton..."

Roxanne: "We have been very busy with....life."

I couldn't tell her we were all tied up with the mafia. What would she say?

Yumi: "Well I will not pry....God knows I wouldn't want to be bad on my last moments on earth. Yes, I am nearing the end of this journey that some people call life."
This caught me off guard. We had never really "hit it off" but it still filled me with dread to know she would die. And she would die alone too.

Roxanne: "Mrs.Sekemoto....You know that you are welcome in me and Leighton's house at any time, it's no problem at all."

I gave her a warm smile. It felt good to smile after all of this insanity.

Yumi: "You are a good child. I will remember you as just that.but I will remain in my modest establishment for the remainder of my years." It might have been my imagination but a lone tear slid down her cracked skin. When I blinked it was gone but I always remember that moment.
Yumi: "Can...can I feel it?"

She was looking at my stomach. I instantly got up and let her aged hands on my belly.

Yumi: "Awwww....I see. A lot of movement in there....."

Her hands were cold. She took them off my stomach.

Yumi: "Awww...you better go now. Tell Sammy, Brian and Leighton I love them."

And I was out of her house on the front porch.

Me and Leighton slept late that morning. But when we got up we read the local paper. Near the back was a story I harldy could stomach:

Yumi Sekemoto Dead
Yumi Sekemoto, was found deceased last night at her home.
The source says she died peacfully of old age.
Sources close to Miss Sekemoto say she was a tough woman
to those she didn't know but a loving and warm person
to the ones she trusted. She leaves behind a son
and two grandchildren.
All condolenses go to Miss Sekemoto's family.

Chapter Seven

2009-07-06T10:47:00.000-07:00

My little patch of Sunshine

Roxanne Narrating

Things are insane in the Robinson household. Things have never been like this before. Not only with Leighton's new job but with all the birthday parties and everything that's going on. I don't think I have taken a breath since.....a while ago.

First things first Sammy is transitioning from a child to a full fledged teenager with raging hormones and pimples. The little toddler who I had held was now a young adult, it made my heart give a little sigh. Sometimes growing up is hard. I wanted to get a good picture of Sammy before he grew up so Leighton decided he would take it because he said he knew cameras better.....but look what picture he actually got....that's me in the background....

So after that little fiasco it was time to head on down to the grocery store and buy Sammy a cake. He requested carrot cake but I discovered with dismay that there is only one type of cake in Sunset Valley. I wonder why that is?

Leighton and Roxanne: "Happy Birthday to you!! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Sammy! Happy Birthday to you!"

Roxanne: "We all love you hon, I hope you remember these years as good ones, and when you start liking girls, don't forget about this girl right here! Ill always be here for you babe!"

Sam: "Yuck! Girls?! Bleh!"

And with a big blow of air, Sam blew out the candles of his birthday cake...

And there he was.....my little Sammy...I had a tear in my eye.

Sam: "Look at me...I'm Lookin' good..The ladies will be linin' up for this hunk right here..."

Aww great, I had raised a vain child. And what happened to girls being yucky?

And as I started reminiscing of the long days with little Sammy my other little munchkin started hollering a racket you could probably hear from Mars. I was about to go and see what was wrong when Leighton said:

Leighton: "It's OK babe, I got this. You look tired. You should take a seat."

I was really tired so I sat down but caught a glimpse of the science unfolding in the nursery. Leighton was holding Brian and whispering softly so I could barely make out the words.....

Leighton: "I know I have kinda screwed things up lately, little buddy. You gotta know that losing you or Sam or your mom would tear me apart.
I will love you until the day I die and then I will love you still.
OK little buddy? You know what I'm saying here?"

Brian: "Gwoo gaa?"

Leighton: "Yeah,I guess that about sums it up."

And I saw how he carefully lifted Brian back in his crib. He was a pro at this without even trying. At that moment the anger at him for his job choices subsided and I wanted to hold him and give him what he wanted.....And I knew exactly what that was..........More children

I didn't wake up to Leighton because of his job. Apparently crime lords have to be driven at 6:00 in the morning. Leighton has been bringing home more money and he says it's just the beginning. But I'm so worried that somethings going to happen to him and he won't come back.

Sam has started high school....

Sam:"hey pretty lady what's shakin'?"

Lauren: "just a creep trying to pick up on me...."

Sam: "Where is he? I can apprehend this creep"

Lauren: "he's you........"

I hope Sam will take well to being with "the older crowd"

And just when you thought the birthday cake was tasting bad already, it was time to celebrate Brian growing up into a healthy young man. You may ask why I never have big birthday bashes for my children. Well the answer is simple: We are still broke. Even though Leighton's paycheck is a good amount, we have so many little expenses it's hard to even build a bathroom, which we haven't. I wish I could spoil them but for right now, I can't.

Getting back to Brian's birthday party, he was all giggles when he blew out the candles. But when he was aged up his mood was a lot grumpier.

I guess his new nickname will be "sourpuss" Don't ask me why he has the long face, maybe he just doesn't like that shirt. Don't like dump trucks Brian?
He is a little grumpypants everywhere except when he's fishing which he likes to do in the pond across the street. Anything that makes the guy happy right?

Speaking of making guys happy, I was pregnant again.And I thought with elation the look on Leighton's face when he saw that his dream of having a big family was coming true. The little baby bump stuck out and I touched it with my hands.I felt little kicks and I was happy. Genuinely happy. I had my little patch of sunshine back and I didn't want to lose it again....

But all of a sudden Leighton rushed in with a briefcase and looked me in the eyes.

Leighton: "We have Trouble."

And then I knew that I had lost my little patch of Sunshine possibly forever.

Chapter Six

2009-07-04T18:10:00.000-07:00

Hopefully He's not with the Mafia

Roxanne Narrating

Hey guys hows it going? You all know I just had a beautiful baby boy named Brian.
After taking the drive back to the house from the hospital I suddenly realized that this was the real deal. He was adorable but a heck of a handful.
The crying. The pooping. The spit ups. And did I mention the pooping?

I was glad I had the experience with Sam under my belt. But nothing can dull the feeling of getting an hours worth of sleep every night. But when you look into your babies eyes or tickle their soft skin, you know that everything is worth it.

Sam is responding well enough to the new baby. He spends a lot of time reading and writing. He has his own library card and he rides his bike there a lot. He's always telling me about the lessons he learned about in school too. I just worry that he will be so pre-occupied with school and everything he will let the ones he loves gradually slip away....

Me and Leighton have been having some troubles of ourselves. I'm tiffed because he thinks he has to work himself to the brink for us to survive. I tell him I would rather be a poor women and have him here to help raise the kids than a rich woman who never sees her husband. It makes me angry and sometimes I can't hold it in. Hes very secretive about his job too. All I know anymore is he comes home with a check drained of energy and goes right to bed.

But I still love him. At least for now I do.

The days went by of babies screaming and pooping. And when it was time to age up little Brian I was pretty relieved. It was good that my little bundle of joy would be carrying on to the next phase in life.

Leighton was there and that made me happy. I cherish the few days a week that he has off.

Roxanne: "Brian, I love you the way you are now but it's time to move on to bigger and better things. Go on little one, blow out that candle!"

Leighton: "You can do it little buddy!"

And with a little help from me blowing out the birthday candle, little Brian grew up before my eyes.

I saw that he had inherited my hair color but Leighton's eyes.
I looked over to see that Leighton was getting his stuff together.

Roxanne: "Hon...where are you going? This is your day off...?"

Leighton: "Change of schedule.....the warehou....I mean sports arena needs me to come over and......get pumped for the next game....."

Roxanne: "You don't think I can tell when your lieing? There's something shady about all this and I know it can't be good.......Your with another woman aren't you?!"

My heart thumped hard and my temper flared. My knees buckled. Tears made their way out of my eyes.

Leighton: "No, No it's nothing like that..."

I cut him off. I was on fire. I hardly even noticed Brian in my arms at that time.

Roxanne: "Then what is it?! I would like to hear what your going to put your kids through!"

Leighton: "I would never put you or the kids through anything bad and I would never cheat on you. Ill explain. I got this business deal from this guy I met at the store...he said I could get paid twice the money for half the work...."

I calmed down just a bit, but I was still hot.

Roxanne: "So let me get this straight....You cut a deal with a shady guy YOU DON'T KNOW and took a job he offered because he said you would make more money? What is this, the Sunset Valley mafia? This is insane and I think 99% of the population would tend to agree with me. Oh Leighton....is this the kind of atmosphere you want your children to live in?"

Leighton: "He promised it's all safe...its not like I'm going to go hitman on all of you. I'm just a chauffeur for now. Y'know driving all these guys around in their big limos? It's harmless and pretty soon we will be living in a mansion."

I said OK because I didn't feel like talking at all anymore. This was all turning out like a t.v. show. Pretty soon we would be like the Sopranos. I hung my head and put Brian in his high chair and fed him some foul smelling baby mush.

It took a while before I could look Leighton in his eyes, or stomach the fact that when he left the house he was helping the rich fat cats who caused crime in this little city. I took Sam and Brian to the library sometimes so I could try and escape my perfectly imperfect life. A good Jane Austen novel could surely dull the pain?

And as the numb feeling subsided I felt sad and angry at myself for reasons I didn't quite know fully. All I know is: This is only the beginning and this precarious tower will surely fall and be the end of the good times.

Tune in Next Time For Chapter Seven!

Chapter Five

2009-07-01T23:04:00.000-07:00

A birth and a Birthday

Roxanne Narrating

Hello once again everyone, and welcome to another chapter of my life! Last time you saw how I brought my new family to my teeny tiny house and went to my mother-in-laws house to discover I had a baby growing in me right at that moment. I really had to try to look at the glass half full at that moment. It was hard to do.

So after learning about my impending baby's birth I decided to head over to the salon and get my hair done in a more motherly way. Don't you worry though, I still have some pink in there!

So after that I decided to take it easy and rest. I looked over and saw Leighton with Sammy and that made me happy. He's a good dad. He really is.

The next day I was greeted by an alarm on my cell phone. I flipped it open and saw that it was Sammy's birthday today. I looked at him in his crib and sighed just a little. This would be the last time he would be small enough to snuggle in my arms. This would be the last time he played with his mini xylophone. But everyone has to get older and so I brought him to his dairy queen birthday cake and let him blow the candles out.

A puff of sparkles surrounded him and out came the same Sammy, only bigger and older.

The similarity to his father is striking. It was cute to me how he grew up in his underwear but he didn't think so. He rushed inside to get dressed into regular attire and then came back to take a slice out of his birthday cake. He deserved it. And he probably deserved even more than I could give him. But still he smiled and didn't have a care in the world.

That same night I started sporting a larger baby bump. It was weird knowing inside me was life that one day might be a CEO of a company or a model on a runway.

I hadn't gotten the chance to tell Sammy so he was a bit surprised by my bulging belly:

Sam: "Roxy!! Somethings growing on you!"

The next few days were filled with little events that all pregnant women have to go through.I had lots of old ladies I didn't even know come up to me and ask how far along I am and what names I like and who's the father. Then they would go into very long conversations about their own glory days. It got tiresome but it's all worth it in the end.

And of course there was a lot of stomach touching. My friends and co-workers all wanted to feel the delicate kicks in my stomach. Leighton also spent many hours talking to his unborn son or daughter. Then we would argue about baby names and then fall asleep from exhaustion of our day.

And at these times are love was the most strong and beautiful.

I was also grateful to him for keeping the family supported and food on the table. He put all his heart and soul into his sports career yet is still able to love me, Sam and my unborn child unconditionally.I am not going to lie, I am still a little envious that he gets to pursue his career dreams.

Sam spent a lot of time at his grandma's house. (Leighton's mom)
She comes off as a harsh cold woman but when Sam comes home, he always comes back with an action figure or something of that sort and tells me about their trips to the beach and the sports arena. He doesn't call me mom and I understand. I probably wouldn't call my non-biological mother "mom"

As for the hubby, he got a full membership pass to the Sunset Valley fitness club.
He spends a few hours after work there. I guess its his way to unwind and get one step closer to that next promotion. Did I ever tell you Leighton's major dream is to have five children. I was a little jolted by this:

Roxanne: "You want five kids? What do I look like, a machine?"

I didn't say it in a mean way. It was more of a shocked tone.

Leighton: "Of course I would love to have more children. We can have a big, beautiful family, and you can have the little girl I know you want so bad.
But if you don't want more that's Ok"

He then assumed the stricken, puppy dog face that made me want to make 30 more kids if it made him happy. I then knew that the baby inside me was probably not going to be the last one that was going to be there.

One night all was the same but it did not end that way. I woke up with horrible cramps and realized I was going into Labor!! Leighton was at work so I hailed a taxi to the hospital, the baby is coming!!

The bi-standers by the hospital were a little excited by all this!

One of the nurse's called the sports stadium where Leighton worked.
His boss let him off early and he rushed on over to the hospital.
After a few hours of things I won't go into I emerged with a little bouncing boy named Brian.

Tune In Next Time For Chapter Six!

Chapter Four

2009-07-01T12:14:00.000-07:00

The Big Move and Growing Pains

Roxanne Narrating

Hey it's me again, your friendly neighborhood Roxanne Robinson.
You probably read about me last time and how I went from single to girlfriend to fiance to wife in record time. It all happened so fast that when it was time to go and take my husband and my step-son to my house for the first time I was a little dazed.

For one I was about broke and not making a lot of money. I also had the tiniest house imaginable and wasn't terribly familiar with the typical motherly and wifely duties. (I completely suck at cleaning) But I mustered up all my courage and we drove up to my dwelling.

*car engine whirring*

Roxanne:"I don't want to disappoint you all but my place is a bit of a fixer upper."

Leighton: "I'm sure your just saying that Roxy."

Sam: "Woxy"

*Leighton and Roxanne let out a silent gasp*

Roxanne: "Did he just say my name? I thought he couldn't talk?"

Leighton: "I think my mom has been teaching him these things."

The sudden image of my husband's mother and my mother-in-law flashed into my head. She had wanted so badly to break us up and some where deep in the pit of my stomach I could tell she wasn't finished finished with that yet. I knew that me raising her grandchild sent chills up her spine.

*Car Motor stops*

I was expecting Leighton to look at my tiny house with regret and anger for getting himself into all this but instead he laughed and laughed and laughed. He even passed Sam to me so he could laugh some more. Remember how I said I was a hot-head at times? Well this was starting to make me mad...

Roxanne: "y'know if you stopped laughing like an idiot, maybe we could talk about why you are laughing in the first place?"

He stopped laughing and hung his head down slightly.

Leighton: "Im sorry Roxanne."

And that was the end of it.

I had already bought a crib for Sammy so that was no problem. But when he screamed or threw a fit, we heard it all. The first night was the worst for him because of the new house and all the stresses of the day. But when he did finally get to sleep, me and Leighton had some time alone....

Anyway, the next few days of our new life together were spent with are daily activities. I went to work for a day but felt horribly nauseous and called in sick a few days. I still haven't gotten one promotion if you can believe it. But as for Leighton, he keeps rising higher and higher in the sports career. I know it's wrong and not supportive and everything but I feel kinda jealous. I'm sick at home throwing up in the toilet while he is out pursuing his dreams. I really hope this doesn't drive a wedge into our marriage....

So I taught Sam to walk and talk and use the potty as best I could in between throw up sessions. He is really a smart kid if I do say so myself.

Sam is getting older so I decided that it wasn't right for him to be away from his grandmother just because she has a grudge against me. So I decided that I would let Sammy play there a while while I went to get some groceries. But surprisingly she wanted me to stay there so we could talk. I just thought she was going to lecture me but I was soon proved wrong. She talked to me while making a key lime pie I watched t.v. but listened intently to her speech.

Yumi: "Young child I am glad you came. We have some items to discuss .....You have raised my grand baby well and I deeply respect you for that. But I am worried now.I have seen your house and it is small, to small. And Sam is growing older and I wouldn't want his growing pains to become real pain. And what I worry about most is the child inside your stomach."
I would be lieing if I said I didn't gasp and clutch my stomach.

Roxanne: "But....How do you know? I don't even know yet!"

Yumi:" I have my ways child. But that is not the point. It is plainly visible to me that you carry my son's child. Now, how do you plan to support it?"

Roxanne: "I....I....I don't know....."

Tears streamed down my cheeks and I tried not to break out into full scale sobbing but I couldn't help it. I felt horrible about Sam and my unborn child, who were going to grow up nearly homeless. I felt horrible and selfish for wanting to fulfill my other dreams to. Now those dreams would surely perish.

Yumi: "Stop crying you oversensitive fool!........You just need to work hard so your unborn child's life will be well lived....You can trust me when I say you don't want to make the same mistake I did and become cold and hard.....it is a horrible life when you do that."

And then a smile spread across my face because she was finally opening up. And not only that but also that I had a baby. And right then it didn't matter that I was broke and had a small house. What mattered was that I had a loving little family and I was going to expand to it. And right then things seemed all right.

Tune in Next Time For Chapter Four!

Chapter Three

2009-06-29T19:23:00.000-07:00

Love Knows No bounds

Roxanne Narrating

Hey guys it's me again. You know the girl with the brown hair and pink tips? Well I'm here once again to tell you about my trials and tribulations in Sunset Valley.
You last saw me fall head over heels for a man named Leighton Sekemoto. I know, I know it wasn't my original plan for all this to happen but I think it is for the best and fate is pulling me in this direction.

Me and Leighton are very close. Every day I get off of work I go to see him and we cuddle and hold hands.

But there is one obstacle I have to overcome......His mother. And if my dreams come true my mother-in-law. She yells everytime I even look at her or Leighton.
I try to impress her with my knowledge of food and everything, but she still scowls and acts like Im the gunk stuck in the gutter.

I try to stay away from her but she is always there staring down at me with her beady eyes. She is always lecturing me about my job and prospects and even the color of my hair.

Yumi Sekemoto: "You disgust me.....*inaudible murmuring* If you ever have a child with her Leighton watch out....the thing will end up to be BAD.
I mean, the women is making about no money in her little job in the diner and she dresses like she is going to bed! And don't get me started on the way she laughs!"

As much as this hurt me love knows no bounds and there is no way I will let a grumpy old lady get in my way of the man of my dreams. But I did have a bit of a breakdown....

Roxanne: *crying* "Oh my gosh Leighton....I don't know what I'm doing wrong....."

Leighton:"It's not you sweetie pie. She like this to everyone. She is old and really has nothing better to do than pick on beautiful women."
Roxanne: *stops crying* "You think Im beautiful?"

Leighton: "No I don't....I think your gorgeous."

*beaming smile*

Roxanne: "Awww...Leighton....I know this is usually not the way things are but......will you marry me? For better or for worse baby? I don't think I can spend another day without you and Sammy. So, what do you say?"

Leighton:"hmmmm...."

Leighton: "Just kidding babe, Of course I say YES!!"

Leighton: "You know I have a ring in my pocket right now. I was going to give it to you tonight but you beat me too it you gorgeous angel of mine."

Roxanne: "Oops, I just couldn't wait any longer. The salesman at Tiffany's looked at me all funny when I told him I was going to propose."

And we kissed a long passionate kiss, because I knew me and Leighton were going to be together until the bitter end. And now, the "bitter" end sounded sweet, because I would share it with my true love, and nobody including my almost mother in law would stop that.

And we had a short engagement because we just wanted to be married as quickly as possible. I wore an old prom dress and Leighton wore his workout duds....perfect for the tomboy part of me. The wedding itself was simple too. No guests and the ceremony on the deck of his place.

So I am officially married to the man every women dreams of. And now I have a step-son every mother dreams of. I just wonder if this perfect life of mine will become imperfect nightmare?

Tune In Next Time for Chapter Four

Chapter Two

2009-06-29T09:38:00.000-07:00

The Thrills and spills Of Love

Roxanne Narrating:

So you last saw me ending my first day in Sunset Valley.It was a day filled with the open and fresh air of a new beginning. It's still hard to believe my life changed so drastically in the blink of an eye. But I'm not regretting anything. This is my life and I will follow my own dreams.

Its been a week since then and things have been pretty good.
So today before my shift started at the diner I decided to meet and get to know a few Sunset Valley natives. There was a guy named CyclOne SwOrd or whatever it is. He was nice but not my type

At least he seems to like cooking like myself, he sure talked about it enough.

By the end of the conversation I started my long shift at the diner in an excited mood. It was my first day doing something I loved after all. Of course, cleaning the greasy grills of the place wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I left work in a fog of headaches and stress. No wonder why I didn't get promoted.

It was later in the evening then and I swung by the bookstore to get my mind off things. A few chapters into a cheesy romance novel later and I got a call on my cell phone. At first I didn't recognize the voice becuase of the obvious stress and tiredness in contained....

????: "Hey Roxy, its Leighton. "

My eyes filled with recognition. You know that cute guy I was talking about? Well This is him. We have spent a lot of time together drinking coffee in his little kitchen and taking care of Sam, his son.

Roxanne: "Leighton!! It's so great to hear from you. "

Leighton: "Yeah, it's great to hear from you too. But can I ask you a favor? Sammy is crying nonstop right now. Nothing is working and its driving my mother insane. Could you swing by and help? You would be a lifesaver Roxy."

Roxanne: "Of course I can be there. Ill be there in five minutes."

Leighton: Oh Roxanne!! Thank you so much!!"

Roxanne: "Its no problem. Bye Leighton."

Leighton's eyes always light up when he talks about Sammy. His wife had died a few years back of cancer. I knew it still hurt him to talk about it.

So I made it to the Sekemoto household and went inside. I saw Leighton trying desperately to calm little Sam and stop the high pitched screaming.

Leighton: "Thank God your here. I don't know whats wrong? I have fed him, changed his diaper, sang a song. Nothings working."

Roxanne: "Ill try to help. You look like you need to sit down."

Leighton smiled at me with a sparkle in his eye. I didn't know what it meant but it sent butterflies through my stomach and electricity through all my veins.

Leighton left the room and I went over to Sam's crib.

"Hey Sam. You know little munchkin, you shouldn't be causing your daddy so much worry. He loves you more than the world itself and hates to see you sad."

It was a miracle but when I put little Sam in my arms his crying stopped and his big black eyes widened with emotion. It struck me so fast how quickly those eyes made him fall in love with him. The kind of love that would make you jump over a cliff or take a bullet just for his delicate life. I had never been so full of emotion.

I put little Sam back in his crib and he easily fell into slumber. I dabbed at my eyes and went into the Sekemoto living room. Leighton was there and before I could say a word his arms were tied around my body. Was it hot in there or was it just me?

Leighton:"Oh Roxy, I knew you could do it! Your a miracle!!"

I could feel the hot tears of emotion becuase his arms around me and his kind and passionate devotion to his son had stirred up a different kind of love and it blossomed fully in my heart. But just as suddenly his arms came off of me.

Leighton:"Im sorry about that...."

Words couldn't come fast enough for what was going to come next.

Roxanne:"What? No! I...I...I think I might...."

But suddenly he put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me close to his face.

Leighton"I don't know about you Ms.Robinson but I am falling deeply in love with you."

Roxanne: "I was going to say the exact same thing."

So that night was the first night I had felt like life couldn't get any better. I had the greatest man in the world and he had the greatest son in the world. But this solid tower was going to fall and I didn't know it yet

Tune in Next Time For Chapter Three

Chapter One

2009-06-24T15:31:00.001-07:00

Day One of the Legacy

Roxanne Narrating
Hi I'm Roxanne, but you can call me Roxy if you wanna. I am a fiery tempered girl with larger than life dreams.I love the outdoors, am good all around
(most of the time) a natural cook and a bit of a hot head at times.

In my old home in Philadelphia I had a lot of friends I could count on. I had a high flying job as a CEO and a huge condo with skyline views. But everything seemed so fake. I never liked my job and the friends I mentioned, they were all superficial and had parties that caused the police to come and arrest them. So, with a lot of sleepless nights I decided to hail a taxi, give my job the slip and headed for the bustling little town of Sunset Valley.

So I bought a piece of land and didn't even know what it would look like. Turns out it is a little fixer upper. Which in this case means it didn't have a thing on it.
But a little high a little low, right? I spent most of my money on a counter, a stove, a fridge and a cheap thrift store bed.

Yeah, Yeah no bathroom but honestly the kitchen is more of a necessity for me, because my ultimate dream is to become
a culinary prodigy. I want my name to be on cook books and I want to travel to France and eat fancy cheeses. I guess I will have to start from the bottom once again, as in the local diner.

I swam at the local swimming pool for a while and wore myself out. The people here always seem to be on-the-go all the time. I promise myself I won't have a cell phone attached to my ear every second of the day. What I am going to do though is take life slow and follow my dreams.

And on my way home I stumbled upon a guy named Leighton. He is really adorable. They don't make guys like that in Philly I can tell you that. But I'm going to take things slow and see if anything happens. It seems everything is happening on my first day, I can hardly believe it.

And by the end of the day I hit the bed and stared up at the big black sky.
I wished with all my heart it would stay this way.

It didn't.

Come back next time for chapter two!

The Roxy Chronicles

2009-06-24T12:43:00.000-07:00

So you have stumbled upon my blog and are wondering what it is about, eh? . This blog is about the new legacy challenge I will be posting for The Sims 3. And as some of you might have guessed, Roxanne (Roxy) is my challenge founder or the person who kicks it all off. I will be updating often so check back and subscribe to my RSS feed by clicking the top button. Then you can see the latest chapters and comments about Roxy and the future generations. Now, lets get to it shall we?