Chapter 5: A New Kid In Town
Well hello there! I found my fathers old journal the other day. He was Alabaster Landgraab if you must know. Yes, that Alabaster, Sports Legend beloved by all in Sunset Valley.
I never realized he had been keeping a record of his life all those years, something he then made into a book. It wasn't published in his life, but after I was going through his things I found it. Knowing how he was loved in town, I got it published and it was a best seller.
But enough about my father, let's talk about who I am. I am his eldest daughter Esmerelda. I ain't no disappointment either, I've made a good name for myself in the music track. In fact, I'm a well loved Rock Star in my own right.
Here is a picture that I drew years later. I'm an artist, and I like taking old photographs to make into sketchs or paintings later on. Who took the picture you ask? Well, we'll get to that shortly.
Here is the picture the sketch was based on. Pretty talented aren't I? I bet you are looking at my traits to make sure I'm not a snob or braggart right?
The photo is one of those things that get taken by a street urchant or something. You know, they take your picture as you arrive and demand money for it. I humored the kid, and bought the shot. It turned out rather nice I say.
I arrived in France shortly before my full-fledged adult birthday. Both my parents were still alive at the time. And, to say they were worried that the legacy would end with me is an understatement.
My mother practically begged me to get knocked-up. "It's okay if you aren't married, you can still have kids you know."
I found myself a nice room in the hotel to take a short nap before heading out.
I had a little adventure in this old abandoned mine shaft. Some French chic was desparate to get back some old baseball. Her kids had taken it without permission, played catch near the hills, and it rolled down into a hidden trap into the mines. Seems some old sim baseball player named Bate Muth had signed it or something like that.
Anywho, I went along to the mine, and worked on the various puzzles and traps until I found it.
Let me tell you, pulling those big stone statues ain't easy wearing heels. But, I got her the ball, and told her that next time, don't let her brats play with it. She frowned at me, and then asked for my autograph. Nice, even here I was making a name for myself.
I had been there for almost two whole days, eating by myself at the restaraunt thinking about what my mom said. I wondered if I would have time to find anyone before it was too late to have kids. I was either painting or working, I didn't have much time to date.
But then I noticed someone staring at me.
I went over and started into him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?"
He seemed a bit embarrassed, and I could barely understand him with his thick accent. "I was admiring your beauty."
Sure sure, a line I know. But, I melted none-the-less. He was younger then me, I could tell, but I found myself instantly smitten.
We talked the whole evening away.
I serenaded him with one of my latest songs "Love by the Waterfall."
It was about my parents romance, but he didn't know that. His Simlish wasn't the greatest.
He taught me all the local songs, which I barely understood. Later on I found out one was about the joys of frog legs. But to his voice, it sounded amazing and romantic.
I couldn't bring myself to leave him behind, so I proposed after we had spent the night woohooing. I could't always understand what he said, but he just was absolutely amazing in every way. And I mean EVERY way if you know what I mean.
I know what you are thinking. My parents knew each other from grade school, not getting together until high school. But, I was a bit impulsive.
We got married the last day of my vacation! I was scared to tell my parents, so I figured I would just bring a husband home. I mean, how mad could they get? They had been bugging me since I grew into a young adult to continue the family name.
When I got home, Mom was asleep and Dad was visiting Sandra at her new house. He was so proud of her. I think he secretly wanted her as heir, but whatevs.
He didn't come home until way late because he also went by to see his granddaughter Jaiden, Frenchie's little girl with Lindsay.
Yves, that's his name by the way, had gone to town and gotten a job in the music career track too, but he wanted to be a Hit Movie Composer.
Okay, I had chickened out. I didn't stay awake because I was afraid to introduce my new HUSBAND to them. I never realized that my Dad would flip a lid like he did.
He practically attacked Yves. He thought he was a burglar! After Yves finally got a chance to explain who he was, my Dad calmed down.
He even apologized, which my Dad NEVER does.
The next day my parents seemed to jump on him, peppering him with questions about who he was, and how we had met. I don't think Yves understood half of it, he just smiled and nodded most of the time.
"A pleasant boy." Was my father's opinion.
"And he's hot." Was my Mom's. "And he'll make pretty babies!"
This is my husband. I married him on impulse, but he turned out to be a pretty good catch in the end.
And it seemed all the woohooing we did on vacation resulted in a suprise package that made my parents just love him all the more.
While off work on maternity leave, I also became a Master of the Arts. Yay me!
And then two things happened within days of each other that would change everything.
Mom, my rock and greatest support, died. She would never get to see her grandchildren, one of whom would carry on the family name.
Dad was devestated.
We all mourned her, even Yves who had just met her, but Dad would go out every night to her grave and cry.
His only comfort was listening to Yves play, or me; gardening; or visiting his other kids. Sandra had given birth to a little boy, and Dad went to visit there a lot. Well, until the second big thing happened.
Yep, you guessed it. I went into labour.
Okay, little did I know that my love of kids music, and love of dancing to said kids music would cause me to have multiples.
Yves rode the tour bus with me to the hospital. He never seemed phased. "It is a part of life." He told me calmly. Well, with his heavy accent he did. I still had trouble understanding him so I usually just kissed him if he tried.
And we came home with twin boys. Yep, twins boys.
I let Yves fill out the paperwork at the hospital, so he named them. Jean loves the outdoors, and is absent minded. He likes classical music, keylime pie, and lilac.
His brother Philippe is an evil virtuoso that loves pop music, tri-tip steak and the color Lilac.
The two would be a big handful for sure.
This happened after Yves tried telling me how proud he was, or something like that. Seriously, I stopped trying to understand a long time ago.
And incidently, it led to another pregnancy.
The boys had just become toddlers when I visited the spa for some relaxation, and then promptly went into labor.
And little Geraldo was born. He is a good genius who likes indie music, schawamba, and the color red.
But I will end it here for now.
In memory of Brie Chow: A fantastic foundress that kept Alabaster's temper under control for years. RIP Brie Landgraab.
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