Before you ask, I had nothing to do with any of this, it happened on its own, and it feels like I’m having deja vu.

From what I can gather, without feeling too angry about it, is that James invited Ariel up to my bedroom…

And after dropping the box which held a ring inside it, he proposed to her.

Of course she said yes.

And that was the end of that.

When I walked through the door I saw James leaning against the wall nervously. Being a coward this wasn’t really surprising, but he was more nervous than usual.

“Mum I’ve proposed to Ariel.” he mumbled so quickly I barely heard him. 
 

“Oh my God! How could you be so childish you stupid boy! What on earth have you done?! Think of your schooling! How could you be so petty! How can you even think of having a wife at this age?!” Let’s just say I didn’t take it lightly.

I couldnt even look at him so I said to the wall,

“I don’t know what evil plan you are making, but if you dare hurt Ariel..” and at this point I turned to face him, “I will disown you, James. And don’t for one minute think I wont.”

I called Ariel down, and from the frightened expression on her face, I think she heard everything. I asked her if she was okay with the arrangement and her eyes flickered to James, then back to me.

“Yes, Mrs Lambert, I am. I love James very much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”

I told her that if this was the case, then she should move in with us. I hugged her then reassuringly and told her everything was going to be okay and we’d sort everything out. After talking to Howard about this he was quiet and he suggested that we need a fresh start. I was surprised at this, but I agreed. He told me he had been looking at places randomly on the internet and new the perfect place. We called the owner of the land and everything was sorted over the phone. We called a taxi and left the house behind.

“Welcome home everyone.” I said.

Yes, I am pregnant again, but this time I have a good feeling about it. Just wait and see.

Now that James is a teenager things have been getting easier, he has been at school or with friends and Howard has been at work, so I am left with Sylus. I can say confidently I love him, but sometimes he stares at me with a glint in his eyes that makes me gently shiver. I ignore it though. I really must not upset Howard anymore that he has already been. James is such a handsome young boy. He looks a lot like me, although I fear our personalities differ greatly. A few weeks ago I asked him why he wore black clothing and dyed his hair almost white. He told me that he “wants to look like the boy off Silent Witness, you know, the one who murdered all those students.” Howard and I shared a look but said nothing on the matter. 

Fortunately, I do not think anything will come of him, after all, as much as I love him, James is and always will be…

… a coward.

James was not the only person to have a birthday. Sylus grew up into a georgous little boy. He looks nothing like me. I asked Howard who he looked like on his side of the family, and he told me his father had black hair and eyes. I changed the subject then, feeling the tension on the matter.

Sylus is a strange little boy, he seems to be infatuated with his doll house, but I am not sure ripping off the heads is a good thing or not.

One thing I have noticed, is that James loves Sylus very much. He is always staring at him lovingly and holding him in his arms, just like a brother should.

I have taught Sylus to speak, and I’m very happy with his acheivments, he can now talk to me normally, and my counsellor is very happy with my progress with Sylus. That’s the other thing I forgot to mention. I now have a councellor who I meet with once a week for an hour. She is a lovely lady called Julia Swips and without her, I don’t think I would have managed, in fact, I don’t think I would be here writing this…

One night, just as I finished teaching Sylus to stand up on his little feet and see the world from higher up, I called Howard outside, realising I was ready.

We exchanged our vows in whispers, feeling it was only right, and placed the rings on our fingers in silence.

We finally kissed under the moon light and hand in hand, walked to our room. 

The excitement must have got to me because that night I went into labour. Wasting no time I nudged a snoring Howard and we left for the hospital, my night bag in his hand.

I cried for almost a day at the hospital and at home with my three beautiful baby girls in my arms. I did not think it possible, but I prayed my thanks to God for hours before reluctantly closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.

I said nothing on the way back home, my world was too perfect to have words spoil the moment, but looking at Howard I saw the frown on his face. I was annoyed but chose to ignore him, I wanted a big family, and I’m sure he will soften as the girls become older.
 

What I had NOT known, was that whilst Howard was coming to and fro from the hospital, he was building a beautiful nursery for the girls. Later he informed me he was not worried about having to raise 5 children, but whether I would be pleased. I shoved him gently but then kissed him hard on the lips. I thought that answer would suffice.

Here is a picture I have taken whilst the girls are laying in their cots. Adelaide (A-Du-Laid) is to the left, she has the fairest skin. In the middle is Aurora (Or-ror-ra) after the beautiful Aurora Borealis, she is the darkest, and then to the right is Kaiya (K-Eye-Yu)

As always, babysitters seem to be a constant, but loved part of the family, and our current one is Ariel Stark, who James seems to have taken a particular interest to.

   James is different with the girls compared to how he was with Sylus, whether it is because Sylus is a boy I do not know, but he is tender, gentle and protective over them, especially Adelaide.

I have gone for a new look recently, according to magazine’s, it’s all about the curls now. I have a new french-like outfit and as ever, my white “lunnettes” are placed firmly over my eyes.

A few nights ago I earned the feeling of pride. Just as I was about to walk through to my bedroom I heard giggles emerging from inside. Bending down I peered through the keyhole and saw the moment James had his first kiss. I smiled secretly to myself and slowly backed away then excitedly ran down the stairs to tell Howard.

My beautiful babies have grown up, and still I cannot believe I haven’t written for so long. This is Adelaide, she has a mix of mine and Howard’s hair and eyes.

This is Aurora, she is a black haired beauty, with the features of her grandfather- Leighton Sekemoto.

And last but not least, Kaiya. She, too, has the features of her grandfather.

I have been looking through the photos Howard has been taking recently and I think this one really shows the resemblance between Adelaide and I. Howard said so to, and I envy him for having stronger genes.

      After brushing my teeth and washing my mouth, my first thought was ‘here we go again…’

Howard and I spent our days relaxing and enjoying our time as young adults, doing what we wanted, having no one tell us what was the right or wrong things to do. Howard was mostly jogging around town, working on his job as a ‘Snack Hawker’, although he vowed he would be a a professional Martial Artist and reach the top of the Athletic Skill.

I spent time reading music books and also books that would help me through my pregnancy. Months passed and Howard and I became restless, I was a week overdue and yet the doctor told me the baby would come when it was ready. Finally one morning, I woke up and realised the bed sheets were wet. I leapt up, too quickly, and felt my body writhe in agony, so much more than before. Howard called an ambulance, but the two midwives stayed to deliver the baby, as I overheard them saying I would not make it by the time I got to the hospital.

Howard had passed out from seeing so much blood and seeing me in pain, and I instantly regretted laughing at him being ‘brave’.

After six long hours of falling in and out of consciousness a baby boy was placed into my arms. The midwife, Lisa, took the child before the world closed around me.
Weeks passed by and Howard tried to support me as much as possible with Sylus, but I just couldn’t love him. I didn’t want him, and I was sure he wasn’t my child. I was always so tried and couldn’t cope with the screaming and crying, so much so I nearly walked out of the house. I wasn’t good enough to be a mother, I wasn’t strong enough, and I didn’t deserve to have a baby. I spent days crying with Sylus in my arms, forcing myself to love him, to want him. And I almost deluded myself into thinking I did, until Howard took me to the doctor’s and I was confirmed of having PND. After this I was sure the baby was evil, that it was doing this to me, giving me strange looks and forcing me to do the things I was doing. Weeks dragged on and it got to the stage where I couldn’t even look at him, and Howard was having to stay off work or hire a baby sitter even when I was in the house to care for him.

I didn’t think he deserved caring for.

Weeks passed by and I felt my body changing, not in the way I had hoped, though. I knew it was time to grow up, and so threw a birthday party. Sadly, Nancy Langraab passed away before I blew out the candles. Her last words were, ‘I loved you’ which bought tears to my eyes. I demanded a few minutes of silences, which was soon broken by the sound of ambulance sirens which had come too late. They took Nancy’s body away and I prayed to God to let her through the gateway to heaven. 
          

The guests were becoming restless and so I called everyone out into the garden.
 

I didn’t wish for anything, I already had everything I needed and wanted, and I knew that wishing for a child would get me no where, I had to do that myself.

I was an adult… a fully-grown, full responsible… adult. The excitement kicked in and I turned around to kiss Howard, but he stepped back. My excitement was kicked down a noch and I realised what was wrong. He was a teenager, and I was an adult, and our relationship could be nothing more than friendship. Unless… I took his hand and running, pulled him into the kitchen. I had thought this threw already and stood facing him as he stared at the birthday cake. It didn’t take long for him to catch on. Just as he was about to blow the candles out we heard voices coming from the hallway.

I stood and stared as Bella confirmed her taxi order. I understood her, and didn’t get angry that she wasn’t going to announce her departure. I walked behind her and hugged her anyway.

     ‘Wha-?’ she started to say.
     ‘Thank you so much, Bella. God knows what my life would have been like without you.’
    ‘Oh, come here, you, there’s no need to cry, you’ll start me off!’ she laughed, and wiped under her eyes. I did the same and we hugged once more before she and Mortimer left… to move opposite us.

I turned and was shocked as I noticed Howard leaning lazily against the kitchen counter, a secretive smile on his face. He said nothing and pulled me towards him, silencing anything I was to say with a kiss. 

An idea popped into my head the same time as I said it. If Howard and I were going to have children, it would be only right that we were to lock our relationship with a key… or a ring.
   

We both ran upstairs to get changed, and I found something in my draw from Bella. The label on it said:

”Good Luck Ginny. You’ll be a wonderful mother, this just might help things a little with Howard. xxxxx”

I put it on, looked at myself in the mirror and laughed. Howard walked in then and stared at me. I casually walked over to the bed and propped my head up onto my hand. I was a little nervous, and I could tell he was, too. This was the first time we had been together properly, and not just because we could, but because we wanted to.

Things seemed to go uphill from there onwards, and I was grateful that James’ bedroom was in the basement.

The following morning, I realised that if I wanted to be a Rock Star, I needed to look like one.  Unfortunately my dreams would have to be put on hold as I was soon expecting…

Days passed and Bella soon announced that she was pregnant with her second child. She and Mortimer revealed that they had been trying for a long time and hoped for another boy, where as I hoped I would have a girl one day.

One morning, Howard revealed that he wanted to marry me. I was gobsmacked. I wanted to marry him too, one day, but I didn’t think I was ready. What shocked me the most, was when he said, “Ah, Ginny Donner; I can see it now,” I gasped and said out loud what was meant to remain inside my head. “I can’t,” he sat upright and stared at me. “Howard. I want to get married, I really do, but I just don’t feel ready, and when we do get married, I must remain Ginny Lambert, that’s the whole point of a legacy.” I told him. He was put out by the information and excused himself from breakfast. I realised I wasn’t hungry any more and so I quickly changed and jumped onto the bus for school.

Because of the incident between the baby sitter and Mortimer, we hired a new one. Her name was Adrian Denney, and from a girl’s point of view I thought she was very beautiful. I hoped she showed some skill in the job though, rather than being just a pretty face.

As the weeks passed Mortimer seemed to be bringing in more and more money home from work, he was earning promotions almost every day and the meetings he had begun to hold were earning him $750 per meeting. I couldn’t thank him enough, and neither could anyone else. The only thing we could do was keep working, hopefully reminding him he wasn’t the only one responsible for keeping the household running.

One day after school Howard invited a boy over. His name was Harley Lambert. I was shocked when I was introduced to him, but was relieved when I heard the car beep for work. I excused myself and pondered over him on the way to work. He looked a lot like Amanda, but he had Cycl0n3’s hair. He was a strange boy, and I got the impression Howard regretted his decision in inviting him over. I was simply grateful to be out of the house.

A few days past that evening it was finally James’ birthday. We did not have a party, just family and close friends. 
 

Howard slipped his hand into mine and I knew I was forgiven; I smiled- he was not one to keep a grudge. James grew up into a handsome little boy, although I could see nothing of myself in him, which saddened me a little.

From the money we had been saving for no reason, we built a basement and placed furniture in it for James’ bedroom, James’ was quite cowardly, and so I decided he would want to hide away in his bedroom on occasions. As he was artistic, we also placed a new easel in his bedroom, which Mortimer dug his paint brush into quicker than James could look at it.
 

As I watched James grow up, I realised I wanted another child, a baby girl. I did not tell Howard of this but simply fluttered my eyelashes and he came crawling. I felt bad on not getting his opinion, but if I was to marry him, I would want something in return.

When Howard and I heard a car door shut, we hurried out of the dining room and stood waiting for the door to open. When it did, Bella walked in smiling with a beautiful baby boy in her arms, his name was Edgar. That night we all rested peacefully, but knowing two boys would be a lot of work. 
 

Weeks passed and soon enough Cornelia decided to show herself.

  She did not do much except read and nap. When Mortimer saw her for the first time, a small smile was on his face, as if he had been expecting her. Had his mourning dragged her spirit from the grave?

Bella was still on maternity leave, though I could tell she wanted to get back to work. Handling two babies at once was too much for her, and when I got back from school, she decided to let her anger out on me.
Worn out and sweaty she came up to me and jabbed me in the shoulder,

’Who do you think I am, Ginny? I’ll tell you who I’m not- I am not a babysitter! I am not paid to look after your child, I can barely look after Edgar! You either get a babysitter, or I will move out!’ I walked away and said nothing. She knew money was tight and hiring a baby sitter would make everything more difficult. She told me that she was coping very well with the boys, so why the sudden break-out? I ignored her over the weekend, spending as much time with James as I could before it was back to school. Thank God Howard and I were only a few days away from being adults… 

Even though Mortimer was usually quite grumpy, he seemed to love his son more than anyone else in the world, and at times I thought even more than Bella. Edgar was his world, and he gave the impression that no one, would take him away from Mortimer.  

Time passed and soon it was James’ birthday. He grew up into a beautiful baby boy. He had his father’s strange hair colour and very dark, very wide, wondering eyes. Howard and I agreed that if he wished to change his hair colour when he was older, we would let him, but I thought it was unique.
Simmer’s note: I changed his hair style after the rest of the photo’s were taken.
 

Now that James was a toddler it was easier to look after him. He may have cried just as much, but we could converse and teach him how to walk and use the potty.   

He learnt to talk very quickly and will soon have mastered the art of walking from his father.

Edgar also grew up a few days after James and he looked very much like his father, with solid black eyes that seemed to have no end when looking into them. Despite this we did not know where is orangey-brown hair colour came from, perhaps his grandmother Jocasta.

We bought an easel and Howard and Mortimer occupied it regularly, although Mortimer had more experience than Howard.

 
Bella spent almost all her time in her bedroom, spending time with Edgar or writing her novel which she hoped would earn her a lot of simoleons in royalties.
      
I often thought James was an angel sent to me from heaven. Although the house was a tip and almost every appliance was broken, we managed perfectly and together worked as a unit. I was in charge of washing and iron and general cleaning. Bella and Mortimer were in charge of the children. And Howard did my homework when I was busy, and he also worked hard on his new job with me; giving excellent excuses when I was not there.
 
Unfortunately for Mortimer, Bells was a heavy sleeper, and so he was always the one to be attending to Edgar during the night. Although occasionally when Cornelia was out she would assist also.
 
Simmer’s Note; I find this caption particularly funny considering they float everywhere with their feet off the ground, yet they climb the stairs like any normal sim.
 
I invited Amanda over the first day Bella returned to work; and she was pregnant! I was delighted for her, and glad that we could discuss children from personal experiences, not just me wishing. I took this as the perfect opportunity; if she was pregnant she would be able to look after the boys, yet when I told her, my fantasies were shattered.

”What? No, look, I’m sorry Ginny, but I can’t. It’s just, I can watch over them, I just can’t look after them. My feet are sore, my back aches, and I’d just get too tired from it. How about you hire a babysitter and I will watch over one child while the babysitter looks after another, yes?”

I had no other ideas now; Howard’s mother Tamara couldn’t as she was too old now, and now Amanda couldn’t do it… I would have to hire a babysitter.

And so I did; his name was Shaheed; in his religion they believed boys knew all there was to know at this age and so he no longer had to attend school. I disagreed with this, as did Howard; but for different reasons, but I did not comment.
That day I also hired a cleaner and a plumber. We had raised a lot of money as a household from recent raises, promotions and bonuses and so decided to give the house a clean, which we would benefit from also.

I expected to come home finding the babysitter reading a story to the boys or Amanda giving them a bathe, but instead it was mayhem. The house may have been clean, but all I could focus on was the screaming and shouting from upstairs.
I found Mortimer and Amanda in a scorching hot argument with Amanda and I urged them to quiet down as they were upsetting me and the boys. They continued and from what I could gather the babysitter had not done his job. Because of Amanda. Apparently she had been too busy talking to him that they “lost track of time” and forgot about the boys; the thing they should’ve been thinking about the most. I sent Amanda home and she left apologising as she walked through the door. I ignored her and slammed it in her face. I would deal with her later, for now, James and Edgar were my priorities. They were both hungry, smelly and very tired. I asked why they were not asleep in their cots and Mortimer told me that Amanda had left the docking station and so they could not sleep. This infuriated me but I stayed calm for everyone else’s sake who had just come home. I did not tell Bella what had happened and neither did Mortimer; for her own sake. She would be more upset than Mortimer and I put together and who knows what she would have done then.

I would not trust mine or Bella’s children with Amanda again.

A few weeks passed, and my stomach grew larger. as did Bella’s. She too was pregnant, and was due a few weeks after I was. I was happy for her, as was everyone else. That was how it should be. A married couple, young, but not too young, just ready to start a new life. I felt guilty and ashamed when I walked into school or around the town. My face looked like it was permanently on fire yet I never spoke my anger aloud, a look was enough and people would look away embarrassed. Only when I had heard people blaming Amanda for bringing me up the wrong way did I finally start shouting. People seemed to avoid me after that, and I minded only a little, as long as no one said anything about Amanda.

Bella was prepared, she had time off work, and had been to get medical advice and was reading pregnancy books and going for massage treatments.
All I had was information from my Biology teacher, who always seemed to be talking at me, and the odd massage from Howard when we came home from school. It didn’t matter what my circumstances were, though. This baby would have the best life, and the best upbringing.

A few months passed and life settled a little, but one evening I felt an uncomfortable feeling coming from my stomach and water trickling down my legs. Finally, about time, little one. I thought, soon the contractions arrived and the uncomfortable feeling became painful. I called Howard and Bella decided he should take me, Howard fetched my bag I had packed for the hospital and we called a taxi and left. 

When I stepped back into the house it was with little James in my arms. He had his father’s skin tone and perhaps eyes, but I hoped he would have my hair when he grew up. When the midwife placed him in my arms he smiled and looked up at me with wondering innocent eyes. I wanted this moment to last forever and I realised then that I wanted another child. Not now, not while I was still so long, but when I was finally an adult. and settled, and maybe even married.

Mortimer and Bella had asked me if they could bury Cornelia in the garden. At first the thought of having someone buried in my garden seemed a little creepy, but I knew Mortimer would be happy, and after all, he needed a little happiness in his life.

Mortimer still weeps now and again, and I realised he was an only child and his father was a business man who was almost obsessed over his work. This resulted in Cornelia, apart from Bella, being the only person who had loved him and cared for him, and made him the man he was today.  

At night I would sometimes peer outside my window and see him mourning for her, if this was the only way to feel close to her and find comfort, then I let him do so; as long as he woke neither me nor James up. 

James really brought life to the family, he also brought happiness, something that hadn’t been felt in the household for a long time, including me.  

Luckily James did not cry much and so I usually had an average night sleep.

Thankfully as Bella was on maternity leave, she cared for James, and I think she secretly enjoyed it, as it gave her time to adjust to looking after a baby.

This also gave Bella time to work on her writing and she published 1 and a half books whilst off work; they helped her earn some more money which was becoming tight around the house.

Life became strangely neutral for a while and at school I ran home just to be back with James again. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Bells, it was just I was his mother and I guess the instincts start to kick in when you’re away from your children.  The fire between Howard and I continued to burn and I was grateful for that. Howard was my anchor, the person I could rely on when all seemed to be failing around be, and I really did love him. Not the petty childish love I had felt for Sammie, a true love, a solid, tangible thing, that was almost visible in the air when we were together. Without him, I would simply be lost. 

More weeks passed until one evening while I was resting Bella went into labour during a peaceful study session.

Mortimer took Bella to the hospital and now Howard and I wait for the much anticipated news. I just hope those pregnancy books informed her about the pain.

Just as I was walking towards Sammie, I felt an odd feeling in my stomach, almost like a kick. I looked down and noticed a small bump. I was pregnant. With Howard’s child. How could this have happened? We were so foolish; did we not even have protection? Remembering who was in front of me. His eyes were wide and he was looking from my hands placed on my stomach to my face.

‘You’re pregnant?’ he hissed, I was shocked at his anger; I had done the worst thing possible to him, but he could at least have been happy for me.

‘Sammie, things haven’t been working out for us, and you know it. And then when Howard came along, I had felt so alone, and I wanted to be with someone. Someone who would show he loved me.’ I whispered. 

‘Then I hope you’ll be happy together, slut.’ he spat.
 

‘Get out of my home, I never want to see you here again.’ I shouted. 
 

He ran, and I was glad, I no longer had to deal with someone who showed no compassion towards anything to anyone. Finally the shock of our break-up, of my pregnancy overwhelmed me and I burst into tears.

‘Come here,’ Howard said, bending down, rocking me back and forth, whispering comforting words in my ear. ‘Everything’s going to be okay,’ he said.

‘Oh Howard, it’s not, nothing will. I’m pregnant Howard,’ I chocked through the tears, fighting off the lump in my throat.

        
‘You’re pregnant?’ he gasped, ‘You mean, we’re going to have a baby?’ His eyes shone with wonderment and the expression on his face lifted my spirits a little.

He pulled me close to him and kissed me, I relaxed into the warmth of his body, his lips gently pressing against mine. It was so easy, just to do what was expected of a couple. He suddenly launched into a conversation of names, furniture, boy or girl. I was shocked he knew so much, and because of that, I asked him to move in with me. Howard then became ecstatic and I then couldn’t keep up with him. Why am I not as excited as him? I’m going to be a mother for God’s sake! I thought, and then a little voice replied in my mind, Because you are only a teenager, and you will not be ready. The realisation struck and Howard and I walked upstairs in silence.

‘Everything will be alright you know. Amanda, Bella and especially my mother will help,’ his words comforted me a lot, of course they would help, and I was almost positive that Amanda would, this comforted me and we each headed off to bed. Even though this was my house, Bella and Mortimer were the adults and so they made the rules. I slept in my room and Howard slept in the study. I agreed with this, because even though we had “done it”, I wasn’t entirely comfortable with sleeping with another boy.

I couldn’t sleep that night for a long while, firstly because Bells and Mortimer were slightly… loud. I tried to shut my eyes and go to sleep but it just brought back the event between Sammie and I.

         
I then couldn’t get to sleep because of Mortimer’s wailing after his mother passed away in the garden. I was shocked, and I just stood there staring. I had cried, too, even though I did not know her, but Mortimer’s grief hit us all home. We realised that happiness can never last long, and how it end’s is out of our hands.
    
The repair woman had fainted of shock and Mortimer was on the verge of screaming. Howard had walked over and gripped my hand and I heard him gasp and I realised I was squeezing too hard.

’Sorry,’ I muttered. Bella whisked the two of us to bed and we sat down on the sofa in my room. My legs hung over the arm of the sofa and I lay my head against his chest as he stroked my hair. We sat in a comfortable silence, each thinking about what had happened and listening to Bella trying to calm down Mortimer. 
 
His shrieks turned to chocked gasps, and Bella pulled him to bed. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I heard him weep in his room. I fell asleep in Howards’ comforting arms and woke up in the following morning in my bed, and Howard asleep on the sofa.   

 
I also wore some more comfortable clothing, a black jumper and laddered jeans and no socks or shoes, so that my toes sank into my bedroom carpet. Today was a day to think of Bella and Mortimer though, not myself. They were getting married today and I had to put on a brave face for them and for the people who were coming. 
   
 
I helped Amanda get ready and she put her wedding dress on and I helped her with her veil and shoes; she looked beautiful, and I couldn’t think of a single man who wouldn’t want to be married to her and love her. I smiled and was about to tell her that when I felt a funny feeling in my stomach and ran to the bathroom.

I threw up this mornings breakfast and when Bella asked what was wrong I told her I must have eaten something funny this morning; but strangely enough, it just didn’t feel like the true reason.
            
At 11am everyone was there and ready; little did I know that Mortimer had invited Sammie and Howard. I focused my eyes on Bella and Mortimer and forced myself not to look at the two boys who kept looking over at me, but when I looked at Sammie, I was shocked; he had grown! he had become a man and had not even told me. I realised then how little I knew about Sammie, the only thing I did know about him, was that he was family-oriented, but what else did that tell me about him? I had known Howard for a matter of days and already I knew more about him than I had gotten to know Sammie in 1 year.   
   
I stared back at Bells and Mortimer and smiled; that was what true love really was, loving each other so much you can’t bare not to look away, loving each other so much you would do anything, even jump in front of a bullet. I hoped I would be in love like they were one day.
 

When the ceremony was over I walked over and hugged Bella, congratulating her whilst Mortimer mingled and received congratulations. I spoke to Amanda briefly and we hugged goodbye as she had to go and look after Harley. The guests began to leave then, but two stayed behind.

My first trial, was Sammie Regan.

The days flew by and Bells and I spent our time doing mundane tasks; homework, chess, school and work. 

Bella soon became frustrated with being apart from Mortimer and we agreed he could move in, neither of us knowing just how much money he had. 
Simmer’s Note: I honestly didn’t!

With the money an upstairs was built and so my new bedroom was built, this room was like a palace compared to my old room; though I would miss it… well, not really.

Bella and Mortimer also decided to give me a study and a spare bed for when Sammie came to visit.

And finally a bathroom, it was my very own en suite!

More days passed and I became restless, Sammie had visited often but only for an hour or two and he would never relax and be himself, he would barely kiss me anymore. At school I had met Howard, Howard Donner. I had first learnt that he was Brave and Athletic; which must be good for something. We got to know each other and one evening we decided to kick it up a step. It was such a relief to just relax and be myself, and enjoy myself at that.

We were enwrapped in each other and neither of us realised what we were going to do next.    

Soon after, whilst Howard slept, I sat on the edge of the bed and cried, the guilt had set in. Why had I done this? Why had I betrayed Sammie? And why had Howard let me? He knew I was in a relationship Sammie, maybe he had thought this was for the best.
I had felt Howard stir beside me and he sat up to look at me,

‘Ginny, What’s wrong?’ he said, putting his hands around my shoulders. I shrugged him off and stood up,

‘Howard I think you need to go home now, please,’ I replied. He looked confused and then understanding swept across his face, he nodded and leaned in for a kiss but stopped himself, he pecked me on the forehead and as he walked through the door he called,

‘I had a good time, Ginny.’ and then he left.

’So did I,’ I whispered ‘So did I.’