1.3: Little Talks

Marilyn ate her cereal nervously this morning. Dalton had already ate and went out to tend to his garden for the day so she didn't have him to lean on yet. 

 

Finally the time came for Marilyn to go visit her doctor. 

"Call me when you get the good news!" Dalton was always the one to keep positive and keep everyone's spirits up. It never failed. That's one of the reasons she fell in love with this loon.

"I will honey, keep your fingers crossed for me." Marilyn finally let go of him and headed out the door.

With sweaty palms and shaky legs, Marilyn slowly walked into the hospital. She felt nausea, but it was just from being so terribly nervous. She didn't want to let Dalton down if she found out she couldn't have kids, what would it do to their relationship? No matter what the verdict was, she knew Dalton would still love her no matter what and she would love him just the same.

While Marilyn went to the doctors, Dalton had caught word that there was a Simfest going on in Verde Park. Usually it was him and Marilyn that went to Simfests together, but since she was busy he decided to check it out. Every time they would go to one Mar "oooo" and "ahhh" at everyone one stage and nudge him in the side telling him that he would see her up there one day. Dalton was Marilyns' biggest fan. He knew she would make it big and he would be in the crowd screaming his head off, hopefully with their child by his side.

After hanging around the festival, eating weird food, and just being lonely, Dalton tried calling Marilyn. It'd had been hours since she went to the doctors and should have called him by now. He tried calling her a few more times before heading home.

"Marilyn?" Dalton called as soon as he walked in the house. He saw her bike outside and rushed in without even closing the door.
"Mar! Come on, I know you're home Marilyn." He called again when he heard sniffling coming from their cracked open bedroom door.

"Birdie.." Dalton sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Birdie was the nick name Dalton gave Marilyn when they were teenagers. They had some of the same classes together throughout high school and she was always singing, Dalton told her that she sounded like a song bird so he started calling her birdie. Mar never protested against it so he still calls her that.

Dalton knew Marilyn wouldn't say anything until he broke her shell. It was always like that, she'd get into such a depressed state that it would actually hurt to start the conversation. So Dalton would say something completely stupid and make her crack up or give him an odd look.
"Ya know, I had one of those ice things today. What are they called again? Oh it doesn't matter. Anyways, I put on some blue flavoring, cause you know blue looks great on anything. They had a rainbow of colours, I swear it looked like a blasted fairy contraption! But it was delicious! I swear Mar, you should come with me to get one someday, it would make your life." Dalton explained excitedly, he hoped his senseless babbling would make her laugh like it use to.

And it worked. Marilyn giggled softly, and buried her face in her knees before shifting to get into a more comfortable position to talk to Dalton.

"You just have to make me talk don't you? Also, it's called an icee." She saw the blank look on his face, "The frozen ice you were just talking about. You're such an oblivious witch."
"So are you gonna tell me what happened today? I don't want to rush you, but I'm dying to know." He got comfortable and waited for her to begin.

"The doctors told me that my ovaries are damaged." She waited a moment, in case he wanted to say something, Dalton stayed still just listening. "All of those times I was in the hospital for the cysts is what they say caused the damage. I've had multiple surgeries trying to remove these cysts on my ovaries, the doctors failed to realize that the cysts where leaving scars so they didn't tell me that I might have trouble conceiving." She wanted him to say something this time so Marilyn just stopped all together.
"So will you never be able to have children?" He asked softly. "Will this kill you?"
That question he asked just straight out, not even thinking to soften it, it terrified him to lose Marilyn.
"No, they say by some miracle I'd be able to have a child, but it's very unlikely and might not ever happen. Also no, it won't kill me. It's not a disease that can spread throughout my body, it just affects one place."
"So what about adopting? We both want kids and I'm sure there are plenty of kids that need a home, and while we're taking care of them we can still try for out own." Dalton said thoughtfully.
After a few moments of silence Marilyn sighed. "Maybe, but right now I still have this on my mind."


Dalton smiled and pulled Marilyn up for a hug.
"I promise everything will be fine."

It made Marilyn smile too. She knew she had her best friend right here in her arms, and he wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't going to let this or anything bring her down again. Maybe adopting wouldn't be so bad after all.


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I have had no will to write at all lately, so I've figured out forcing myself to at least write a little bit each day would eventually lead to the end. 

I wanted to show more of their relationship in this chapter. I really hate the beginning of any story, I end up starting so slow because I want to get the relationships shown and people to know the characters. 

Terribly sorry it's horrible. 

1.2: Realization.

After they had eaten and Dalton finished his gardening for the day, they decided to make a trip to the summer festival. Dalton decided to try his hand at skating, "Blasted shoes with wheels! Who was ingrate that came up with these infuriating contraptions?!" You could hear his shouting from across the park. Marilyn ignored his yells, also pretending that he wasn't her husband, and took the crowd of people around her as an opportunity for some fame and money.

Well that is until she got a call to go booty dance for some teen who just a promotion. It was all pretty embarrassing to have to do it out in public, people stared and the kid was hooting and hollering the entire time, drawing a bigger crowd. She was pretty sure he or someone pinched her butt.

 A rushing woman with a dead look in her eyes stopped and looked at Marilyn before begging her to hold on to her daughter for a little bit. Marilyn took her happily, somewhat questioning what kind of mother would just hand off their child to stranger outside the grocery store, but none the less played with her. "Who's a pretty little lady?" She gently poked her soft stomach, "What's your name cutie?" It took the toddler a second but she finally spat out, "Maria!"

"That's a beautiful name!" Marilyn giggled and tickled the little girl. She loved hearing a child's laugh, it was soothing to her ears.

Marilyn stopped playing with Maria as another child walked by, he smiled at her. It hurt her heart. A child in her arms that wasn't hers and another that walked by. She couldn't handle it. With tears in her eyes she placed the toddler on the ground, forgetting that her mother hadn't come back yet, and headed back to the summer festival.

Marilyn was able to switch out of her work clothes and meet Dalton to eat some festival food. Marilyn ordered some hot wings while Dalton ordered just a hamburger.

Though sadly before Marilyn could even put her food down someone called in for another sing-a-gram. So Mar quickly changed into her outfit and ran off, leaving Dalton alone.

...So she was booty dancing for the same kid. The reason this time was because he finished his homework. Parents these days.

Since his wife was away and his hamburger smelled funny, Dalton decided to join the hotdog eating contest. It was him against a bunch of chicks, of course he thought he would win.

And so far that was proving to be true, well except for the woman at the end and the bottomless pit next to him. Truthfully he starting feeling powerless and started saying some very rude and derogatory things in between bites.

 Just when Mar thought she could call it a night and go home, she had another call. Thankfully it wasn't for that kid for something else ridiculous like taking a shower or brushing his teeth. This time it was just some guy who needed cheering for having a great workout. Still ridiculous, at least it was for an adult so she didn't feel like she was doing something illegal.

It seems all of his badmouthing has made everyone walk away with disgust. Poor Dalton, he'll never learn. We aren't sure how he got someone to marry him.

And revenge falls upon Dalton! "Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn! Blasted women."

While they were out the toilet decided to clog up, so Dalton decided to fix it while Mar was out. "Ugh I'm drenched and I smell like piss! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Yes, calling the toilet names will fix it faster.

 When Marilyn finally got home she asked Dalton if they could stay up to talk.
"What's on your mind, love?"
"Well you know we've been having trouble having a baby right?"
"I wasn't aware we were trying to have a baby, I thought babies only came out of ladies. I didn't realize it was either or."
"Seriously Dalton! I-I'm worried I can't have kids."

"Well you'd be a blessing to the prostitute industry." He grinned, then saw his wife's worried face. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, love, besides babies are smelly and messy."
"But I want that smelly, messy, chaos in our life. What if I can't have kids? Will you still love me?"
"Hmm I get all the fun I want, I get you all to myself, and I spend less money. No, I don't think I'd still love you at all." He tried to be really serious then just started grinning, she knew he was joking. "I think I fell in love with you when you weren't pregnant so I think I'll continue loving you."

 "Good." Mar smiled, feeling a little better. "But I'm going to the hospital tomorrow just to be sure."
"Whatever makes you happy dear." Dalton yawned as his eyes started getting heavy. "Let's go to sleep now."
So they got under the covers and snuggled up to each other, Dalton dreamed of potions while Marilyn dreamed of a big, happy family.


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You were right when you said that it was addictive. I've written about two chapters ahead, then I realized I have chemistry homework due tomorrow since I don't have school today. *Sigh* I guess I'll let my Sims go for a bit to do pointless homework.

1.1: Welcome to Our Home.

Meet Dalton and Marilyn Phantomhive. Dalton as you can see is a witch("Warlock!"), he's a little eccentric. Though he is a very handsome boy, he's been working on his alchemy. Somehow he thinks that he will make some money out of it. Marilyn on the other hand is pretty much exactly like her gorgeous husband, except she's just a human and an aspiring famous vocalist.
"Welcome to our cute, little home! I hope there aren't dirty dishes in there."
"I shall banish you all! Fear my power! Muwahahaha!"
Calm down Dalton, just calm down.

It was a comfortable little place with two bedrooms, a large open living room/dining room/kitchen, and a bathroom. It had enough seating for five Sims to sit comfortably in the home. Dalton was busy reading a gardening book, leaving Mar to her thoughts so she just stared at the floor.

After a while of staring at the floor, Marilyn walked into the master bedroom. She stared at some of the wedding photos they decided to hang up, most of them were in photo albums still. She smiled, remembering that day perfectly. Everything went perfect, her dress, her hair, her guests, the venue, even her divorced parents acted civilized for the evening. They'd been married for over a year now, they'd been trying for a baby for the time too. "It would happen right? It was normal to not be able to have kids for a while when you were trying, right?" She whispered and felt her stomach. "What if I can't give Dalton a child? Would he leave me? I need to get to a professional about this." It wouldn't happen that day, but soon she would need to take a trip to the hospital.

Though first she needed to get noticed. She loved putting in over-time at the park. It gave her a little more fame and a little more money in her pocket. Normally she didn't get too many watchers, but they gave her plenty of tips. She wasn't sure if it was her singing or her body, either way it didn't bother her too much.

 Meanwhile, Dalton was going to try to get a garden started. He planned on growing all the food they'd ever need so that way the only thing they'd have to buy is meat. He also planned on growing ingredients for some of his potions.

Mar started getting excited as more people showed up to watch her preform. Too bad it was getting really late and she should be getting home to her husband.

You'd think riding a bike in heels and a short dress would be uncomfortable. Obviously not since this crazy lady is smiling her head off. Dalton doesn't believe in cars and he has gotten it in Marilyns head now too. Crazy people, crazy everywhere.

"Since you've been working so much lately, do you want to see a concert? I've heard some famous orchestra is going to be at the theater." Dalton slowly mentioned.
"Hmm we'll see dear. You need to be working on your alchemy if you want to start making money off of it." She was always digging into him about that alchemy station taking up the spare room. She was hoping that room would one day be her child's room.
"Besides all I want to do is finish dinner and get to bed right now." She winked and bit her lip.

Dalton got the message quickly and started shoveling salad down his throat and Marilyn did the same before Dalton took up both plates and threw them in the sink.

"Mmm wanna practice making a baby? My sexy baby maker." Dalton winked and made other animalistic sounds.
"The more you practice, the better you get right?" Marilyn giggled before diving under the covers with her handsome husband, hoping this time would work.

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The next morning Dalton had woken up first and decided to make waffles while Marilyn was supposed to be taking a shower.

"Uhm dear, I'm all for you walking around naked, but don't you think it's a little too early for playtime?" Dalton watched her, just a little confused.
"I forgot my clothes in the room, and since the bathroom doesn't connect to the bedroom; I had to walk out here naked, I also forgot to get a towel." She smiled sheepishly before running into the bedroom to get dressed.

 "How dare you use those silverware pieces?! I am appalled! We could have used those to keep the werewolves away, wife!"
"Oh hush before I eat your waffles too, you stupid witch." She rolled her eyes, "Since when are witches afraid of werewolves?"
"Woman. How many times will I have to tell you? I. Am. A. WARLOCK!"He yelled as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Oh look at my handsome huusbaand. Look at the way he does the dishes!" Marilyn said in a singsong voice before giggling. "You're such a good manny."
"Why yes I am handsome, it's about time you understood that. Yes I am a- Hey wait! Manny. That means man and nanny doesn't it? I am not a nanny. I just treat you very well." He hissed, though continued to do the dishes.
He's such a good man.


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Boom! My RL has started! 
I ended up getting to lazy to write more so that's why it stops so early. I just really wanted to get the first chapter out of the way.

Goodbye. :(

To start off, I am completely devastated to say that I have lost my Jamson Sims family. The Sims had been messing up on me for a while and today I finally got it working again, but my families were somehow deleted. So now I have decided to try the random legacy challenge. I'm going to stay on this blog, just change the name, ect, so if you'd like to stick around for that I'd love you a lot! :3 I have already rolled for it and I already have ideas rolling.