Chapter 4: Adulthood and Time Flies By

David has become an adult now.  I was a bit surprised how concerned he seemed by hitting middle age.  I think he experienced what my friend Constanzo called a ‘mid-life crisis’.  He seemed to worry about whether I’d still find him attractive.  I told him he was being ridiculous.  Perhaps the sparkles just went to his head… He did decide he was going to switch up his wardrobe, try something different.

I still think he’s just as handsome as he ever was.

Still, even with this little bit of insecurity, there is no question about his ability to care and love his sons.  He’s so attentive to both of them.  He often hears them before I do and wakes up immediately and goes to them to feed them or change them.

I also had my adult birthday, though really, this one snuck up on me.  It hasn’t been as difficult for me, I think, because I don’t have a lot of the same fears.  Or maybe because my own life has been such an upheaval, this seems rather small.  I did decide to do something a little different with my hair, deciding to let some of it grow a bit longer.

Gabe and Gage have both left their puppy stages and have become beautiful, full grown dogs.  They are both wonderful mixes of their parents.

Time surely does fly.  The boys shared a birthday; first, my little boy would leave toddlerhood and become a child.  I just can’t quite believe it!  A part of me, the part that has become so very attached to this life, is terrified and doesn’t want to let go.  Another part, the part that has survived from what seems another life entirely, knows that this is only a small time frame, and a part of life.  I’ve managed to meet somewhere in the middle, but because I was afraid I might not let him go, David took Draco to the cake first.  He spun around as the sparkles hit…

My boy is a child now.  He only grows more handsome.  His hair is longer than I thought it would be, but it suits him.

Then it was Falkor’s turn.  I carried him to the cake this time, a bit more composed.  Once again, sparkles descended over one of my children and life moved on.

Falkor has certainly took more after me!  He has my skin color, my hair color… David calls him my mini-me!

And already, Falkor kicks up a fuss when his father went to take him to his crib.  Oh my, another one with a very hard to resist pouty face!

Even between raising our two boys, we’ve managed to continue to pull in steady incomes regardless of neither of us having actual ‘jobs’.  Diego, Darcy, and now Gabe and Gage have been instrumental in this.  The gems and metals they hunt up have allowed us to not only survive, but to thrive.  We’ve been able to renovate our home into something more than comfortable.  We’ve even added a second floor and turned it into our master bedroom, as well as added a second room for Falkor and added space for all of the dogs so they are more comfortable.

Draco is a very studious child and has already begun a love of reading.  But he also has quite the imagination!

His first day of school arrived and he ran out the door, very enthusiastic to begin learning, though he did get a head start on his own.  Truly, the boy devours knowledge like his brother drinks his bottle of milk!  When he arrived home, he was gushing about all the things the teachers were beginning to teach him as well as talking about a few new friends he had gotten to meet.  Then he sat down to begin his school work.

While Draco learns of the SimVerse at school, his younger brother is learning how to walk, talk, and use the potty like a big boy!

Chapter 3: Toddler Spam and Love Day

I can’t seem to stop taking pictures of my little boy!  He’s just too cute.  And he’s so smart.  Maybe a little neurotic, but so smart, too.  He’s taken to potty training so well.  When he looks up at me with eyes that match my own, I get a bit misty eyed.

He also has both his father and I wrapped around his little finger.  I find I don’t mind so much.  Who could say no to this face?  They would need a higher power than I…

David volunteered to work with him on talking.  He has an easier time understanding his babbling than I do, for some reason.  Maybe I’m not as in touch with mortals… with other Sims as I thought.  Or maybe I’m just not good at understanding toddler-speak…

Hm… well, unless someone left out that grilled cheese I had for too long, then I believe that Draco will soon have another sibling.  I must say, this nausea business is awful.

It’s confirmed, I am truly pregnant.  I told David and he was as excited as when I told him about Draco.

Despite the fact that I’m pregnant, I insisted upon teaching Draco how to walk.  He’s just so full of joy and laughter.  And watching him on his little wobbly legs makes me laugh, too.

David and I have been feeling a bit cooped up lately, so when Love Day rolled around, he called a baby-sitter for the first time…  I was a bit nervous, I’ll be honest.  But we could really use a break, I know.  We haven’t had much alone time since Draco was born, of course.

We went to the pizza parlor, drank espresso and ate cheesy garlic bread.

We stayed there a while, talking and looking at one another across the table, playing something my husband called ‘footsy’.  Mostly, it involved him gently rubbing his foot against mine.  I don’t know as I would count that as ‘playing’ anything, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself and enjoyed our time together.  When we got home, we cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie.

Once it was over, I was feeling pretty tired, more so than I had been when I was pregnant with Draco.  Truthfully, it was a rough night.  Then early that morning, my water broke.  Somehow, the pain was worse this time.

Off to the hospital we went.  After a difficult labor and delivery some 4 hours later, our son, Falkor Luke Wyvern was born.

Back at home, I fed him, then lay him down.

David and I sat down to eat first, then go to bed.  We were both pretty exhausted.  As we sat there, shoveling food into my face, I had a realization.  “You’re birthday is tomorrow!”

He waved it away.  “Don’t worry about doing anything for it, love.  We’re both too tired to worry about it.”

Diego likes to sit in the nursery, like he’s standing guard over them.  I’m very appreciative of this and have to give him a reward of a good belly rub.

Speaking of Diego… the poor thing became an elder today.  It doesn’t seem possible.  But we’ve been in this Realm for quite some time and animals, even one such as Diego are mortal.  It hasn’t slowed him down at all, though.

Oh!  It seems Draco inherited more from me than just my ears and eye color.  Power runs through him as well.  He looked so surprised!  Then so happy when his little toy reappeared in his hands.

The more I think about it, the more that I realize that though I am mortal, I am still Queen of the Dragons… which means that my children carry that legacy in their blood as well.  I don’t know what significance this has, not yet, but I find myself wondering about what the future may hold.