1.8: Oh Brother.

Over the next week or so the puking from Marilyn continued, though she never acted like it was abnormal, and Dalton strangely kept his peace; meaning for once he kept his mouth shut. Marilyn hadn't slowed down in her work and surely wasn't prepared for she was going to find later today.

"So sugar pie I've been thinking-"

"That must have hurt your brain terribly, do we need to check that out?"

"If you don't shut your mouth I'm gonna kick you in an unpleasant place."

Dalton turned slightly as Marilyn regained her happy face and attitude. She grabbed her husbands face with her hands, focusing his attention on her as she whispered to him.

"I want to adopt again."

"You want to do what?" Dalton stared at her. His hands slowly fell from her, Marilyns hands also slowly fell and she backed a little to look at her husbands face.

"I think we should adopt another child Dalton."

"And make Leon feel like he's being replaced? Birdie he just got settled in and he's finally getting comfortable with us. You aren't going to turn into a crazy cat lady, minus the cats add the kids. We can get you into a rehab program if you need."

It took Marilyn everything she had not to strangle this man standing in front of her.

"Darling, I love Leon and the table has become so much more lively now that he's here, but maybe the house can be livelier. I want to hear more little feet running around and more little children calling me mommy."

"It's a big decision. Where would we even put another child? This house is too small."

"We can expand! We've been talking about it forever. Can't we just talk to Sadie about it when she comes to check on Leon? Please?"

Dalton looked at Marilyn and laid his hand on her cheek. All this woman has to do is look at him lovingly as she was doing now and he would melt. He was all hers and she knew it.

"Alright Birdie, we can talk to Sadie about adopting another little one."

"Yes! Thank you."

Marilyn quickly kissed Dalton then ran to the room saying something about being nearly late for a performance and that she needed to change.

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Marilyn's night was going fine as usual. There was roughly six Sims watching her, which wasn't too bad considering how small the bar was. Mar usually got a kick out of watching the drunkards fumbling around like the girl near the stage, but today there was a strangely familiar face in the crowd and he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Yet he was still there, now clapping and giving her one of the oddest looks. That same striking green hair on his head as hers, same skin tone, same eyes. Which turned out to look good on both of them since one of the girls in the back was checking him out pretty hard.

Marilyn made sure to sneak a look at the man in the back as she gave the final bow to end her concert. She was definitely going to confront the man as soon as she stepped off the stage.

 "Jesse, what are you doing here?"



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Well this was fun to write. The next chapter will be more dialogue and figuring out who this mystery man is to Marilyn, though I'm sure you can figure it out. 
I'm not sure what else to say. >.<

1.7: Super Mom

Since Leon was now off to school, Marilyn was back to being a busy bee. She had been putting off some of her performances and gigs to stay home more with Leon, now she was missing her little boy. She sniffled back a tear and stuck out her lip thinking about her son. Her mind would be on him all day, she wondered if he'd make any friends or if he liked his teacher.

She loved making a fool of herself if it's to get a gig..

Too bad this lady didn't think she was good enough, even rolled her eyes. Rude!

That's fine, she could at least sell a few of her CD's while she was being rejected, showing how much the people really wanted to hear her.
"That's right you are holding the first ever copy sir!" Marilyn stood there proudly lying to this man. She said that to everyone and it always worked; Sims love to buy the first ever of anything.

Though thankfully that set back didn't stop Marilyn's super woman spirit. She powered through her next few auditions, landing a few gigs every night for the next few days. Though she wasn't sure if the sparkly effects and shaking her lovely parts had more to do with her getting the gigs than her talents did.. Oh well, at least she got them.

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Later that day Mar had her first gig in front of a huge crowd. She was a nervous wreck, but seeing her husband dancing and making a fool of himself had given her the confidence to get through the show. Leon was still at school, Mar was just hoping she could make it home in time to see him before he went to bed.

The show went off without a hitch. Of course some people left, but that couldn't be helped in the middle of summer. It was boiling hot outside and Marilyn wasn't done performing, hopefully the rest would be inside.

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After a long day of performing Mar finally made it home, and just in time to help Leon with his homework. School work wasn't her strong suit, and this wasn't the exception.

"What on earth are these teachers trying to teach you? I mean you're an elementary school student! I've never seen that kind of problem in my life."
"Mom, it's not that hard. You just carry the exponent here and switch these, then solve for y and graph it. It's actually pretty simple."
"Then why do you need my help?"
"I thought it would be funny?"

Marilyn scowled and bopped him on the head before getting up to go to her room and change for bed. Something just wasn't sitting right with her, it took her a little longer to walk than it usually did.

 Suddenly nausea hit her, thankfully she had made it closer to the wall so she had something to lean against.
"Sweetheart?" Dalton had just finished eating when he heard the thud come from Marilyn, though she gave him no reply. "Marilyn, are you alright?" He started to stand up and saw his wife leaning against the wall.
"I'm fine, just a little sick. Get Leon to be please." She barely got that out before running into the bathroom.

Marilyn sat on the floor, afraid that she might puke again. What was making her so sick? She covered her mouth trying to hold back anything else and to quiet her sobbing so Dalton or Leon wouldn't hear. Everything was just fine earlier, maybe working so hard after being off for a while was the cause. Maybe she was pushing herself too hard or it was a 24-hour bug, so many things could be the cause. For now she was spending the night in the bathroom.



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Uh oh! I wonder whats wrong with Mar. 
Soo I'm back again and this time I have ideas! I just have to get the attention span to type them out. Does anyone else have that problem? I want to get on with the story, but as soon as I get on here to type it out I just don't want to anymore. It's sad.