Will you stay in our Lovers’ Story
If you stay you won’t be sorry
‘Cause we believe in you
Soon you’ll grow so take a chance
With a couple of Kooks
Hung up on romancing

We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry
And a funny old crib on which the paint won’t dry
I bought you a pair of shoes
A trumpet you can blow
And a book of rules
On what to say to people when they pick on you
‘Cause if you stay with us you’re gonna be pretty Kookie too

Will you stay in our Lovers’ Story
If you stay you won’t be sorry
‘Cause we believe in you
Soon you’ll grow so take a chance
With a couple of Kooks
Hung up on romancing

And if you ever have to go to school
Remember how they messed up this old fool
Don’t pick fights with the bullies or the cads
‘Cause I’m not much cop at punching
Other people’s Dads
And if the homework brings you down
Then we’ll throw it on the fire
And take the car downtown
And we’ll watch the crazy people race around

Kooks – David Bowie

*****

You know how everyone says that when they have a baby it changes your life?

Well, it’s true.

So many nights that I would have otherwise spent wandering the streets of Desiderata Valley looking for victims, or in silence with a paintbrush in my hands, were now filled with hope, love, and constant concern for my children’s safety.  Roger laughed that I handled them too much, and perhaps he was right.  I found myself checking on them every few minutes, and when they grew quiet (poor things never did get much sleep at night), I would immediately snatch them from their cribs and smother them with kisses and cuddles.

At first Roger and I both worried that we wouldn’t be able to control our hunger, that our bloodlust would become too great and we would devour the little darlings.  But all it took was one look into the eyes of our innocent babes and we knew we could never hurt them.  My heart melted and I was changed.  Roger and I both were… for the most part.

“Whew!  Holy hell, what are feeding her?” Roger shrieked as he held his nose.  “How can something so small make something so stinky?”

I loved Roger dearly, and as much as becoming a father and husband (on the same night, no less) had matured him, he was still the same goofball and joker that I knew him to be.  At first it was cute, but with two screaming babies, both with upset tummies and diaper rash, his antics began to wear on my nerves.

“I don’t know what to do with him,” he moaned, as Chance screamed and writhed in his arms.  I needed Roger’s help, but at times like this his presence was more of a hindrance than anything else.

“Not too much powder!”  I warned again.  “Did you use the medicated wipes?  What about the special cream?  Don’t use too much or – “

“Damn, Addie,” he interrupted, rolling his eyes, “I’ve got in under control!”

“That’s too much powder!  You’re using too much!”

When Chance was in a fresh diaper Roger brought him over and presented him to me with a smirk on his face.

“See?  He lived.  The powder didn’t kill him.”

“Alright, alright.  Just next time don’t use so much.  He doesn’t like a lot of powder.  Isn’t that right, Chance?” I asked in a sing-songy voice.  “Who’s Mommy’s good boy?  Who’s a good boy?!”

Roger’s eyebrows crept towards his hairline and he pulled our son closer to his chest.

“Adelaide, you’re scaring me.”

“Well, he likes it,” I said, nodding towards the tiny baby in his arms.

“No, I don’t think he does.  He’s scared too.”

“Oh, whatever!”

At first it was easy taking care of the twins.  I brought an alarm clock downstairs to the basement, and everyday, twice a day, I would rise from my coffin and creep upstairs to tend to the children.  Roger offered to take turns with me, but I didn’t mind.  I made sure to stay away from the windows, just in case there was a small beam of sunlight peaking out from the drawn curtains.  I just enjoyed being able to spend those quiet moments with my babies, to hold them in my arms and sing to them softly as they drifted back to sleep.  I’m sure Roger would have done a fine job… maybe… but I enjoyed it too much for him to ever need to help me (he probably would have mixed the formula wrong, or heated the bottles too much anyway).

Everything revolved around the babies for the first few months.  Every activity, every thought, was centered around the children.  Of course, Roger continued to work at the gaming company, so many nights after a few hugs and kisses, Dad would have to leave the rest of us alone to pass the hours without him.

I would have thought it would be difficult tending to two children by myself, but at first it was quite easy.  I even found time to start a new painting.  I felt… compelled… to paint a self-portrait.  Roger teased that I must think that I was truly a great artist, because every great artist painted a self-portrait at some point.  I don’t think I’m that great of an artist, but the portrait did turn out quite nice.  I just thought it would be something special to share with the children someday, that they might appreciate a portrait of their mother by her own hand.

Eventually I outgrew my constant need to check on the babies.  Some nights, when the weather was pleasant and the ground was dry, Roger and I would sneak outside and lay side-by-side on the soft grass and gaze up at the sky.  It always felt so good to be in Roger’s arms.  We would cuddle up close, and he would point out different stars and constellations.  He got a few wrong every now and then, but I never told him (I had been studying the sky much longer than he).  We would laugh and talk, and kiss, and I would feel so full and so happy that sometimes I forgot that I had ever had any other life.  Roger helped me to forget.

Of course, there were times when things were not so easy and free.  It seemed for a while, that any time Roger and I tried to get romantic, one or both of the twins would kick up a fuss, or a diaper would need to be changed, et cetera.  It didn’t really bother me, but Roger was different.

“Oh God no… not again!” he exclaimed.

“Come here you little poopster,” I cooed to my daughter.

Roger gagged a little.  “Now they both need changing!”

“Well, you know,” I said with a smile, “if you were to help me, it would be done faster… and then we could get back to… other things.”

“Sure thing.  I’ll get the air freshener,” said Roger, holding his nose.

Roger’s attitude was something I ignored for the most part.  I told myself that he had a right to make excuses when it came to the care and feeding of our children – he worked long hours five days of the week.  He deserved to relax when he was at home, and not worry about spit-up, dirty diapers, and feeding schedules.  I was the woman – the mother and wife – it was my job to take care of those things.  It was how I was raised; the man made the money, the woman tended the house.

Of course, I told myself this all the while muttering and grumbling under my breath about how Roger’s job was to play video games all night and how I needed some help dammit and really would it hurt him to change at least one shitty diaper once and a while?!?

As the Summer progressed, I began to feel my sanity slip and what little patience I had was on the verge of snapping like twig (which is what I wanted to do to Roger’s neck).  I was at my wit’s end – one baby would be hungry while the other would need to be changed.  Then the one that had been fed would begin to cry for a clean diaper just as the other fell asleep, causing both babies to wail at the top of their lungs.  It was a never ending cycle of poop, bottles, and tears (more often than not the tears were mine).  The kitchen reeked with the smell of overflowing trash, rancid milk, and oh-so pungent week-old diapers.

And of course, it seemed that every appliance, drain, and pipe in the house malfunctioned while Roger was at work, leaving me to tend to two fussy babies while trying to figure out how to fix whatever was broken.

Oh, and the animals!  I think every animal in the neighborhood decided that our yard was the perfect spot for their Summer digging.  The holes wouldn’t have bothered me so much, but I was constantly worried that one of the dogs would take their digging to the backyard and would dig up something (or rather, someone) unpleasant.  I wasn’t looking forward to having to explain to the cops why the German Shepard from two blocks away brought home a femur as a souvenir.

And then there were the thunderstorms, which not only terrified the children, but on occasion knocked out the power.  A few times lightening would strike one of the many trees in the yard, and I was forced to let it burn itself out or be put out by the rain.

The Summer was quite hectic indeed.  On Roger’s nights off, I was content to let him mind the twins while I relaxed in hot bubble bath.  Of course, the twins were well behaved and never fussy when they were in their father’s care.

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15 Responses to “Chapter 4”


  1. 1 Linda
    7 March 2009 at 11:42 pm

    The classic “Wait, there’s more” kind of ending!
    I can’t wait to read the next part.
    I was surprised she went after the headmaster, of all people. I guess the school will come looking for him real soon. For a while I was thinking she might go after the children. I see the agitation that she didn’t get the help she wanted/needed with those shitty diapers… and that Roger is ALWAYS on his computer… I can compare that with full cat boxes and constant homework assignments…
    This was very well thought out and written. Great job!!

    • 7 March 2009 at 11:53 pm

      Thanks Mama!

      I hope to get to work on Chapter 5 soon. I’ve already got a few outtakes for that chapter squirreled away. 🙂

      The shitty diapers/ full cat boxes analogy was pretty transparent, wasn’t it? LOL Oops! It was funny while I was writing that part, because I really started to dislike Roger. But then when I got to the “confrontation”, his words starting coming from out of nowhere, like he was saying, “Hold on now, don’t put me in such a bad light – you don’t know the whole story here”. It must be hard to hear someone complain that you never help, but every time you try to help, they jump in your way or criticize your execution.

  2. 11 March 2009 at 11:44 pm

    That was a very good read about a fairly normal (aside from the vampirism) nuclear family struggling to bring up two kids.

    I just wish that you had split up the post into separate pages. In wordpress posts, you just need to add this html code where you want the break. I use it all the time (you can check on my blog) and it won’t mess up the page.

    It’s just that it took forever to load your pictures (which were exquisite by the way) and it was a total pain to scroll down that much, when it could have been broken down. And should have been broken down, as you had mini chapters within this post when time passed.

  3. 11 March 2009 at 11:45 pm

    Okay, somehow the code disappeared – I’m putting it between two brackets with spaces in between for you…

    [ ]

  4. 12 March 2009 at 1:37 am

    Thanks for the compliment(s) arcadata! Actually, I had considered splitting this chapter up at some point, and then decided against it because of some stupid reason or ‘nother. I knew it was going to be a big one. The only “break” I know about is the “more” break, so I didn’t know you could split posts up any other way! Thanks so much for that info! It seems I learn something new everyday. 🙂 I may end up editing this chapter with the splits (I’ll probably make it private while I do that, so if I bork it up completely only I will see it). Hmm… I could do that with the prologue too (it’s always bothered me that I put it on two separate pages)!

    At least with waiting for all of the pictures to load the page doesn’t “jump” like how it does on forums (cough-boolprop-cough). So at least there is that! 😛 I can understand about it being a pain to scroll down – I don’t really tend to think that it might be a hassle for anyone other than myself because I have carpal tunnel and sometimes just the tiniest amount of scrolling sends me to the medicine cabinet, so I am really sorry about that! I figured that it’s going to hurt no matter what I do, and I assumed healthier wrists/hands would be able to handle it. Of course, you know what they say about the word “assume” – it makes an ass out of you and me. But in this case, it’s just me! D’oh!

    Now I need to go check out your blog!

    Thanks for reading, and thanks again for the input and information! It is much appreciated! 🙂

    ETA: Oh wow! I LOVED your matchmaker blurbs! Those were quite awesome indeed! I have totally subscribed to your blog. LOL Now I just need to muster up the courage to comment properly (i.e. on YOUR blog, not mine). 🙂

  5. 15 March 2009 at 6:01 am

    Hey, I checked back – whoa 5 pages! Now your blog looks like a real graphic novel 🙂

  6. 16 March 2009 at 6:32 am

    Oh hey! This is a great story!(I followed the link from Arcadata’s) blog! I like how the family is evolving and progressing! I’m happy they told their children. I know if I was Chance I’d have flipped out too! But I wonder how they’re going to explain away the headmaster going missing? Should be interesting!:)

    • 20 March 2009 at 12:22 am

      Thanks! Yeah, poor Chance, right? I just wanted to jump into the game and give him a big hug. As for explaining the headmaster’s disappearance… well, that’s why he used their phone (he called the school to ensure the twins placement in the school). In my mind, Desiderata Valley is this god-awful place, where crime is practically out of control and people go missing all the time (and most of the time the police assume that the missing person just left because it’s so bad to live there). It would take someone with a lot of money/a lot of nerve to nag the cops every ding-dong-day to actually get them to investigate. The headmaster was probably a single man who kept to himself and lived in some crappy one room apartment with nothing but a hot plate to cook on (which is why I think headmasters always come for dinner – to get a decent meal), so I’m sure the cops (if anyone even bothered to call them) just shrugged and figured he skipped town. 🙂 Yes, I know… I put waaaayyyy too much thought into this!

  7. 1 April 2009 at 5:44 pm

    OMG this was such a poignant update. I am teary eyed. But that could be due in part to hormones as I am five months pregnant. LOL.
    I cannot wait to read more. Keep it coming please! ^_^

    ~TiffyT

    • 3 April 2009 at 12:53 am

      LOL That’s the exact word my husband used to describe it too! Brain-waves behbeh! LOL Thank you!

      And congratulations on the little one! Be sure to stay away from cheesecake (tee hee).

      I’ve been working on Chapter 5, but I decided to take a very small break from it and work on retexture some hairs (which are finished – guess I need to get back to work on the chapter). A lot of the pictures I have for Chapter 5 involved using a lot of “extras”, and for some reason, directing 10+ Sims is incredibly draining for me. I end up yelling at my screen way too much (“No! Don’t do that! Go over here! No, STOP LOOKING AT HER AND LOOK AT THE CAMERA YOU IDIOT!!!”). 😛 The really sad thing is that all the pictures I have for the upcoming chapter take place within the space of one storyline week – and there’s 76 pictures. o__0

  8. 25 April 2009 at 7:34 pm

    will there be a chapter 5 or something cause i really really really really really really(goes on forever)… like this story!!! there is another story thats really good(same subject)!

  9. 25 April 2009 at 7:35 pm

    oh and its called “Forbidden love” its on youtube!

  10. 13 Wonders..WTF..hehheh
    27 July 2009 at 1:47 pm

    woah!This is like some whole big story..but on a website *hugs* LOVE IT!..and when Addie couldn’t hold her taste for blood…DANG! *gets surpierd* ohh dang this is lovley *cries* Ladie I have to say..I hope you never quiet on this *claps* LOVE IT!! 🙂
    now Imma play with some smileys *wink* : 🙂 😐 😦 😛 😀 :O <– kayz maybe datz it (;

    • 28 August 2009 at 4:23 pm

      You left me a bunch of comments, so I hope it’s okay that I’m only replying to the last one! 🙂 Thank you for your enthusiasm and all of your compliments! *hugs*

  11. 21 October 2010 at 3:05 pm

    Wow, the kids took it surprisingly well… but I wonder what that will imply for them.


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