Liebster Award x10

Wow! The Insane Dubois Legacy has received 10 Liebster Awards! My head is just spinning right now @_@ I also received two Liebster Award’s for my other story, Fear the Orchard, so now I have twelve all together?? YOU GUYS?? *cries tears of joy* T_T


I was nominated by:
blamsartLateKnightSimmerLilyShadowWriterMsMidnightBlondeStormy, LilyParkerSandyBeachGirlSimMadMegBBQPenguinWingsTrish, and Mikizumi!
Thank you all so, so much <3

If you’ve nominated me and I haven’t seen it and haven’t linked your name and your story to this, let me know so I can and so I can answer your questions!

Heads up, too, this post is miles long XD

The Official Rules:

  1. Post the award on your blog.
  2. Thank the blogger who presented the award and link back to their blog.
  3. Nominate 5-11 bloggers whom you feel deserve this award and have fewer than or equal to 3,000 followers.
  4. Answer 11 questions posted by the nominator, and ask your nominees 11 questions.

So, my Nominees are:

  1. LateKnightSimmer for The Compound
  2. Taina for The Tores Legacy
  3. Valpre for Krisis
  4. LilyShadowWriter for Different Winters
  5. MsMidnightBlonde for Another Life to Live
  6. FruHurricane for Twisted Color

First set of questions, asked by blamsart:

1. Do you pull from your personal life experiences when writing out your story?

Sometimes, yeah, but not mostly. Smalls things here and there, like maybe an argument or a certain place they go to, but I try to keep most of myself out of it, since it’s not a story about me, but these many different characters and their battle with insanity. Eh, maybe that makes me a little crazy, too XD

2. If you answered yes to #1 can you gives us an example? If you answered no this is the place to insert the funniest gif you have.


Love me some Marky Mark XD

3. Who is your favorite among all the characters you have written?

Oh, God.. Why.. WHyyyy must you ask this questionnn?? ..I literally just sat here for like, twenty minutes going through each one of them in my head to pick my answer hahaha but, I decided that my favorites to write has been an heir, Gareth, and a non-heir, Isaiah. Gareth was fun to write because he’s so foul mouthed and the most insane one yet, writing him was a roller coaster ride and I loved every second of it. For Isaiah, I really love writing his strong, flirty personality, it’s just really fun, especially when he interacts with Oliver because he makes him blush constantly haha 

4. Oh boy! You suddenly meet this character! What happens?

*faints* LOL I don’t even know what I would do if I ever met Gareth. Probably run away? XD And if I ever met Isaiah, I think it’d be very fun just to have coffee with him or something haha he’s someone that would be easy to talk to.

5. Sims 3 suddenly has a global malfunction and dies on every single computer and will never work again, would you still continue writing your story only without pictures?

Yeah, most definitely. Before I started writing Sims stories, I role played with characters that I’d make up on my own with other role players and we’d make a story together. I had always wanted to put pictures to the stories we or I, myself, create, and Sims was just a way for me to do that. So, if I wasn’t able to do it anymore using Sims, yeah, it would suck, but I don’t think it would be that hard for me to go back to my roots of my RPing days and pick up where the story leaves off, just without pictures.

6. Are you the type who can totally write your sims story with a bunch of people looking? Or do you need to wait for everyone to leave the room before you can get comfy and write your sims?

Oohh, I like this question haha whenever I’m home and have time to play Sims or write, I can usually write whether or not friends are over, just because I feel like it, I’m in the mood, or I feel like I should be working on my stuff. But, usually I’m pretty secretive about it, like if someone sits on the couch next to me while I’m working on it, I’ll stop until they go away XD my hubs knows about everything that I do as far as the Sims, and he loves what I do, but I feel like my friends don’t, or wouldn’t, understand my love for all of this, so I try not to talk about it that much with them. I guess it’s just a conflict of interests. If I had a choice, I’d always want to be alone when working on my Sims stories just so I could concentrate at my best haha

7. Do you own a cat? This is a serious question. I swear 90% of sims 3 writers own a cat.

Yes, I own a cat >_> I’ve had him for 15 years now.

8. Your thoughts on sims 4? You may cuss as much as you like.

I really don’t care for it at all. Even with CC and the expansions, I still think it’s a lot more boring than any other Sims game I’ve played. Now, I only really play it if I’m bored out of my mind and feel like playing a game I paid $60 for just to get out of it as much as I can haha otherwise, I’m still playing other games before that one, especially Sims 3 over 4.

9. Are you planning on continuing with sims 3 once you’re done with your current story?

Yes, definitely.

10. Favorite expansion? In amazing detail plz.

Ohh, this is a hard question.. I’m going to go with World Adventures and Seasons. For World Adventures, I really love the ability to go to different maps and worlds, it’s like getting 3 expansion packs in one haha I love all of the individual architecture of China, Egypt and France. Egypt is my favorite out of all of them, I love exploring the tombs, making them wear Egyptian clothing, getting tons of pictures of the scenery, I even featured an Egyptian character into the story, Bennu. For Seasons, I just really love the idea of having actual seasons in the game. It’s a little unrealistic to have every single day be sunny and perfect, so seeing rain, snow, hail and storms, I just really, really love it all. It always helps with story telling, too, and pictures that I want to get. Like, if there’s an argument in the rain, it gives it more of a romantic or intense feel to it, depending on the characters being used, rather than it just being during the day or night. Having weather just adds that extra little element to the story to make it pop more. Even if it is looked at as something insignificant, I love it to death.

11. Last question! How would you like living in the sims world and being a sim yourself?

Hmm.. Probably the only reason I’d like to be a Sim in the Sims world is so I could “motherlode” my household funds and buy whatever the hell I wanted hahaha I think I’d only like it, too, if someone took as good of care of me as I do for my own Sims XD 

Second set of questions, asked by LateKnightSimmer:

1. What got you interested in writing? Have you always been a natural writer, or did some life event spark you to start the hobby?

I’ve always been interested in writing, like, always. I used to write little short stories with one of my best friends in elementary school.. At around age 11, I got into role playing and am still doing that to this day (I’m 25 now), and I’ve continued my writing now into the wonderful world of Sims Stories. 

2. How serious are you about writing? Do you want to be a world famous author someday, or do you just write Sims stories for fun?

I am a serious writer, as in I take my work very seriously, but in no way do I want to be famous from it or to profit off of it.. If it ever happens, then that’s cool, but that was never my original goal. I mostly just write Sims stories for the fun of it, it’s a great way to keep my artistic side pleased, and I just really enjoy it immensely. I’ve fallen in love with my characters, they’re all a part of me and I want nothing more than to continue their stories.

3. Is there a time of day that’s the best time for you to write?

I usually am able to get a lot of writing done in the beginning of the day, because that’s when I’m at my incredibly slow and boring job haha my boss actually loves that I bring my laptop to work with me because he likes that I have something to do, because he knows how boring it is XD So from about 9am-3ish, I’m able to write and play Sims a lot, then when I get home from work, I usually spend a lot of time with my hubs, then at night (he sometimes goes to bed early), I’ll write or play my game while he’s sleeping. Working on my stuff alone really lets me be able to concentrate the best with no distractions.

4. What do you do to get over writers block?

A lot of different things help me, actually.. Sometimes, I’ll switch to a different story and just work on something else to clear my head of what I’m having trouble with, I’ll often open my game and free play with the family and sometimes even the things they do on their free-will give me ideas on what I could do for a chapter, even taking a shower and thinking about it more in depth in my mind as I trance out in that way helps me, too LOL there’s a lot of things that I do to get over it.

5. What made you start playing Sims?

Well, I started playing it because I just love video games, and it was one of those games that really interested me, even before getting the chance to play it. I bought Sims 1 when it came out, all the expansions, then I bought Sims 2 when it came out, along with most of the expansions, then Sims3 with most of its expansions, as well, and lastly, of course, Sims 4. I’ve just been in love with the Sims since the beginning and have never really lost interest in it at all. I’ll probably still be playing The Sims many, many years from now, too.

6. Do you prefer creating and writing about male or female Sims? Why do you prefer the one you do?

I actually don’t prefer either. The only reason I picked to do a patriarchy for this was because I never had much experience writing as a boy, so I took this challenge and chose male only heirs so I could get practice at them, since in my RP days, as well as most of my other stories(not sims stories), have had dominant female characters. I try to challenge myself all the time when I write, and this was just another challenge I wanted to face and get good at since I wasn’t all that familiar with writing from a male perspective.

My first story that I completed, What Happens At Night, is the first Sims story I had written that featured equal amounts of female to male characters and I enjoyed writing it. My second story, in which I never finished due to a computer malfunction, Eaten Alive (which is deleted), was my first take on a male only perspective. My third story, which is also discontinued and deleted, The Black Occultist, the main character was male, his best friend was male, and even the villain was male, so there went on some more practice from a male perspective.

Then that leads to my other current story, Fear the Orchard, which is both male and female dominant.. Then this Legacy, which is dominantly male. I’ve been trying to get into a different perspective from my own. I guess it may look like I prefer writing with male characters now with explaining all of that, but, hmm.. I don’t want to say it’s gotten easier with my many ways of practicing since I was a dominantly female writer for most of my life, but I’ve found that I’ve grown more prone to telling most of my stories through the eyes of a male as well as a female (plus with life experiences, too).

Ultimately, I realized that there really isn’t all that much of a difference between writing male and female characters, it’s just all in the personality you create for them. You can’t look at a male character and think instantly “oh, he’s a womanizer because he’s a man”, or if you’re writing a girl, it’s not always “omg he cheated on me, but that’s what a guy does”, because no, it’s not like that at all haha all in all, it doesn’t matter the sex, it’s all in the personality you make them have that makes them who they are. Male OR female.

7. Other than Sims and writing, what are some of your other hobbies?

There’s other things I could be doing..? O_O LOL No, I do have other hobbies and such, I just find myself playing The Sims and writing in most of my free time. Some of my other hobbies include role playing, other games like Fallout, Oblivion, and Spore, I like reading manga’s a lot and watching anime, painting and drawing, etc. 

8. What are your favorite and least favorite expansion or stuff packs?

Above in blamsart’s questions I answered what were my favorites, but my least favorite? Hmm.. I don’t really care for Island Paradise, since every time I try to live in a houseboat, it never works and it lags my game really badly, I don’t know why. It’s just difficult to use the best feature in the game and I don’t like that. Other than that, I don’t really know. I only buy the expansion and stuff packs that peak my interest the most, and I pretty much always like what I purchase. 

9. What is one of your greatest fears regarding your writing?

Becoming bland or boring when I’ve proven myself to be a pretty good story teller. I always fear that readers will get bored, or uninterested, or think that what I’m doing is stupid or just plain pointless, but even when I’ve thought that before with some of the things I’ve written about, the readers tend to like it anyways, so I don’t even know why this fear exists. Plus, this is my story, so if I want to do something, I’m going to do it haha I think I just need to learn not to question myself so much if I feel good about it.

10. If you could pick five personality traits for your Simself, what would they be? I know when I do it, there’s always more than five I want to use, but just think of the first five that come to mind.

This question is always so difficult.. But I’ll try my best~

  • Perfectionist
  • Artistic
  • Computer Whiz
  • Hydrophobic
  • Bookworm

Here’s 5 more traits anyways XD : Excitable, Friendly, Shy, Photographer’s Eye, Loner.

11. What is your favorite type of CC to download and why?

Oh jeez, this question is hard, too, because I love downloading CC so freaking much. XD Hmm, I guess my top 3 favorites to download would be Hair, Clothes, and decor. For hair, I just love the variety there is and sometimes you can even find multiple hairstyles that are really similar, so if you’re worried about your Sim looking completely different from one hairstyle to the next, it’s easy to finds ones that are similar so they still look like the same Sim haha When it comes to clothes, I’m a huge sucker for dresses for young adult females, and for males, I love shirts and pants and shoes. For guys, I download a lot of clothes that I myself like to see men wear, so a lot of the males in my stories have at least one thing about them that I’d like to see on a real guy. To an earlier question, I don’t really put myself into my stories, but I do put a lot of myself into their clothing choices XD And decor? I hate, hate, hate building houses because I think I really do a bad job, so I’ll most likely download a house I fall in love with that someone else made and then make my own changes to it to make the layout of the inside nicer or more to my liking, then I’ll spend hours and hours decorating it to death because I just absolutely love decorating. I love little nic nacks, like candle holders, books, magazines, plants, records, make up, anything really that I can put on a surface, and I also really, really love decorating beds with different pillows and blankets. 

Third set of questions, asked by LilyShadowWriter:

1.) Describe your typical writing process, including what you do to prepare to write and your editing process (if you have one).

Well, when I start to write a chapter, I generally just focus on what I covered in the previous one and decide whether or not I want to continue to the next chapter being it the next day, the next week, next month or year, etc., and once I choose when I want the chapter to take place, that’s when I start thinking of the “why” and “what’s going to happen”. When I start writing then, I usually make my chapters kind of like “a day in the life of”, so it usually starts in the mornings, goes throughout the day and ends at night, but of course, that can change, too.. I could start in the evening and end in the night, start at night, end at night, it doesn’t matter that much, really, but I’ve noticed that most of my chapters are from morning to night. Then, once I figure out the when inside of the when, LOL, that’s when I just kind of start writing and don’t stop until I think it’s done. After that comes all the editing, proofing, poses, then pictures.

2.) If you could turn any of your characters into real people, who would you transform and why?

Probably Jason, just because he’s completely gorgeous and I love him, or maybe Oliver just so I could hug him and tell him everything’s going to be okay hahaha But, then I’d have to make Isaiah real for Oliver and I honestly don’t think it would stop there.. LOL I think if I could make them all real people, I would, just.. Without their murderous tendencies XD

3.) What is your favorite aspect of The Sims? What keeps you playing it?

I think I just really love the ability to make anyone I want, especially make them look how I want, dress how I want, everything, really. The Sims is so unique and the whole CAS and CAW concepts are really what drew me to these games in the first place.. Just The Sims being The Sims is what keeps me playing it.

4.) If you could be miniaturized into a sim for a day, what in the game would you want to do?

Probably woohoo with my favorite Sim lmao or just “motherlode” myself a crap ton so I could travel to the different World Adventures locations. It’s not every day, too, that I can buy and ride a horse so easily, so I think I would spend a lot of time riding one of those around the towns, too XD

5.) Do you have friends in “real life” who are also simmers? If not, how much do you talk to your friends about the sims/your sims blog?

Well, my closest friend in real life is also a simmer in this community, LateKnight. I’m the only girl in my hubs and I’s tight group of friends, but I don’t talk really at all about what I do as far as Sims and my writing. It’s one of those things where “if Jenna is on her laptop, don’t disturb her” hahaha!

6.) Do you also write outside of The Sims? If so, what do you write? If not, why not?

Yeah, I write outside of The Sims. I write a lot of fan fiction, as well as role play with a few people I’ve known for a very, very long time, and I also am writing a very long story about what one of my Role Playing characters has been through ever since I thought her up when I was about 11. I still role play with her to this day, too (15 years laterrrr)

7.) What are you most proud of when it comes to your sim blog/your writing?

That’s a good question.. I guess what I’m most proud of is actually being able to stick with something like this, a Legacy. This is my first challenge I’ve ever done and I’m very proud to say that it’s still going strong into its upcoming 5th generation. It’s actually really hard for me to stick with something like this and not get bored of it, so this is really huge for me haha

8.) Do you have any regrets regarding your sim blog? Why, or why not?

Honestly? Not really. Sure, there are a few plots I could’ve done differently, and DID plan differently, but changed into what you readers read now, but in the end, I think that it all just really works out.. To change it now or regret what I have already done is not having confidence in my story and what I want to write about. I like what I do and have done in the past, and every new chapter is still a learning experience for me to get better and better. You learn from your mistakes, if you think you’ve made any (which I constantly do think about hahaha)

9.) What are your favorite hobbies aside from The Sims?

Art, like writing and painting or drawing, and other games, like Fallout, Oblivion, Spore, Gears of War, Mortal Kombat.. Yeah, mostly just art and video games hehe

10.) For you, what is the most difficult part of writing and/or maintaining your sims blog?

I think it would be making sure to keep on track and not let my story go over a month or two without updating.. There are some times where life gets in the way, of course, but I still try my best to not let the readers go long without the next update. If I let myself get close to the point where it’s almost been a month since I updated, or even more than a month, I’ll take a day and crack down on getting an update out.

11.) LOOK TO YOUR LEFT. The first object you see is about to come to life—how screwed are you?

Oh, shit.. It’s my cat.. O_O And he’s a dick. I’m already screwed. It was either my cat or my couch, and I don’t even WANT to know what my couch would do to me if it came to life LOL

Fourth set of questions, asked by MsMidnightBlonde:

1. If you could restart one generation or a couple chapters from your story, would you?

Hmm.. Good question.. I think I would restart Generation One, to be honest. I wouldn’t change the story of that generation, per say, but I would just rewrite it in first person to make it better. I think when I was first starting out, I was still in my ‘role playing’ mode and I always wrote in third person for it, so it’s been a little difficult for me to get away from that. So, I’d choose Gen 1.

2. Do you prefer making sims, building houses/lots, decorating, or any combination of the three?

I absolutely hate building, I’m so bad at it. I tend to just make my houses into simple squares and be done with it haha I much more prefer making Sims and especially decorating.. I think decorating is by far my favorite, though.

3. Who is your oldest and most cherished sim you created?

Not from this legacy, but I have a couple that I’ve been playing with for about as long as this legacy, maybe longer. Demos and Tim Thenes, which you can find on my tumblr only, since I haven’t really made a story for them at all. I can’t believe I haven’t made a story for them yet O_O haha other than those two, though, I think my only other cherished Sims are from this legacy.

4. When writing your stories, do you already have an idea of how you want the generation or chapter to go or do you just play and take it a chapter at a time?

I go one chapter at a time, usually.. I’ve tried to plan out things before as far as covering the entire generation, but when that happens, I end up not liking it about a third of the way into the generation or maybe even half way, and I’ll end up changing it entirely because I’ll think of something better to write about instead. It’s a lot better for me and the story itself if I just take it 1-2 chapters at a time.

5. Have you ever made a sim you didn’t really like too much, but they grew on you the more you played them?

Just the opposite, actually hahaha I’ve made two characters in particular in this legacy that I really liked at first, but eventually didn’t care for them at all as I continued the generation they were in. A gold star to whoever can guess the two XD

6. When developing your story, have you made a complete character background of your main characters, or even the minor ones, or do you learn more about them as the story progresses?

Usually I just think of a general background/personality for them, then as the story progresses, I learn more about them and what really makes them, them. I learn new things about my own characters constantly hahaha

7. Dialogue: difficult or the easiest part of the story? Does it feel natural, like it flows, or kind of stilted?

I try my hardest not to make the dialogue not believable and whenever I write it, usually I’ll just type out the first thing that comes to my mind and assume that that’s what was meant to be said since it flowed so easily into my head and then into words. Sometimes I might go back and rearrange the sentence or replace a few words with others, but it usually still gets the same point across as what I had originally put there. I hate dialogue that’s like, “I am going to the bar, I am going to sit down here,” I like more believable dialogue where their personality comes through, like how Gareth would definitely swear in that sentence, “I’m gunna go sit over there and get a drink, so leave me the fuck alone,” or Oliver would stutter a little depending on who he was talking to or how nervous he was, “I-I’m just, uhm.. Gunna go sit over there and have a drink..” I like when their ‘person’ actually shows through in own their words.

8. If you’re introducing a character with a background (i.e. a doctor, police officer, scientist) or a place (i.e. city, state, country, time) you’re unfamiliar with, do you research it or just make things up?

A little of both, I suppose. Since this legacy deals with a lot of murders and crimes and other things, I have a pretty broad knowledge of things like this because of how many countless shows and movies I’ve seen that deals with things like this, like Crime shows or horror/mystery/suspenseful shows/movies. Not saying I’m an expert or know everything, because no, I’m not at all, but I like to believe I know what I’m talking about most of the time. If I’m ever not sure, yes, I’ll look things up just to be sure, or if there’s a subject I’m not familiar with, I won’t just wing it, I’ll take the time to get the facts and such.

9. What time period(s) do you typically write in? Are there others you’d be interested in doing in other stories?

I usually always write in modern times. I have too much CC that is based on that time to even think of downloading CC in order to do an entirely different one haha If I had to choose, I’ve always been very interested in doing a medieval type of story, and I’m actually working on a story that is kind of like that, but it still needs to be worked out a lot more before I start posting chapters for it.

10. Do you write via pen/pencil, computer, or a combination?

It’s always computer for me.. If I need to think something out, like with a chart or an outline, I’ll use Word or something like it to just jot some things down, figure out whatever I’m trying to, then go back to my drafts once I have and type it out.

11. Do you get nervous showing your work or are you pretty confident in what you’ve written?

Showing my work to other simmers and readers, I don’t mind at all, but to my friends? I usually never do. It just makes me nervous haha As much as I love and adore it, no one that I know enjoys writing OR The Sims as much as I do, I don’t think they’d ever understand how much I love it, either, so I keep it to myself, mostly. My husband knows I write this legacy, as well as my other stories, and he’s insanely proud of me, and that’s all I really need as far as my real life friends and people I hang out with haha <3

Fifth set of questions, asked by Stormy:

1) How long have you been playing the Sims? What made you start playing?

Similar question that I answered in LateKnight’s questions. See #5.

2) Which version of the game is your most favorite?

Sims 3, by far.

3) What is your writing style, and why did you choose that style to write your story?

I really love writing in first person the most. It really allows you to get into the mind of the character, it allows readers to connect with them on an emotional level, and I think it’s just all around the best choice for this legacy. 

4) What inspired you to write your story?

Honestly, I have no clue hahaha I guess I’ve always loved the Insane trait and I’ve always really loved doing dark stories with blood and violence and other R rated stuff.. I had never done a Sims challenge before, too, so when I saw this rather simple challenge with only a few rules you needed to follow, I thought it was a good start at getting into the challenges. I wanted practice with male characters, as well as try my best with making the insane trait as realistic as possible, so that’s why I started this story.

5) Which character out of your story is your most favorite? Why or why not?

Similar question that I answered in blamsart’s questions. See #3.

6) What is it about writing that you like the most?

I love the ability to just ‘get away’ haha I really love to get into my characters heads and become them as I type, it makes it a lot easier if I feel what they feel as I write what they want to say and I really love being brought into their world whenever I want to be or need to be. Of course, too, it’s a wonderful outlet to being creative and I just really, really enjoy doing it.

7) If you could be a Sim for a day, which of the in-game Sims would you be, and why?

You mean like, a townie? Hmm.. I guess Bella Goth haha Her husband is kinda cute and I like her gothic style. Other than that, I really don’t pay attention to the townies like, at all.. LOL If you mean one of my characters, though, I guess I’d pick Katalina.. Since she’s not an heirs spouse and doesn’t end up getting murdered. XD

8) If you were a Sim, what would be your Lifetime Wish and which of the jobs/careers would you have?

Ohh, that’s a good question.. Since I have my cosmetology license, I think Fashion Phenomenon would be mine, to reach level 10 in the Stylist career haha That, or Illustrious Author, to reach the highest levels of writing and painting, since I do both in real life XD idk *shrugs*

9) If you could change anything about the Sims to make your writing experience much easier, what would it be, and why?

Hmm.. I think I would want the ability to drag and drop objects into the hands of the Sims and they would hold it accordingly, so posing would be a ton easier instead of the rig-a-ma-roll you need to go through to bring the Sim into blender, make the object you want compatible to blender, then pose the Sim around the object you want them to use or hold and just.. Ugh.. Also, instead of trying and searching for hours looks for the objects to be a friggin’ accessory in the first place to make it only slightly easier.. Hahaha I also wouldn’t mind if the add-on to the pose player where you can change their facial expression had a wider range of faces, and that the ones they already had were a lot more realistic and less animated and over exaggerated. I have a lot more I’d change, but I’ll stop XD

10) Do you create your own poses for your story or prefer to download them from other creators? Why or why not?

I create about 99.9% of the poses I use in my most recent generations. Generation 1 and 2, I used a lot of other peoples poses because I hadn’t learned to make my own yet. I started making my own in Generation 3, but, with Generation 4, I honestly don’t think there’s any poses I’ve used that haven’t been my own, maybe a couple here and there that aren’t mine, but not very many at all. I make my own poses now because I’m a perfectionist, and I’ve gotten very invested in my story to the point where if it doesn’t look exactly how I want it to, I won’t use someone else’s pose, but I’ll make my own to make sure it DOES look exactly how I want it to. Being a perfectionist has its up’s and down’s bahaha

11) Do you prefer to write out your chapters first before taking your pictures or do you prefer to take your pictures first and then write out your chapters? Why?

I always write my chapters first, then get the pictures for it, and it’s for the exact reason I gave above. I write out how I want things to go and how I want them to look, then I go into blender and make the poses I want/need in order to portray exactly what I write :D

(Sixth set of questions on my other story, FTO, here)

Seventh set of questions, asked by LilyParker:

1)  What scene in your story caused the most controversy among your readers?

Hmm.. (spoiler alert if you’re not caught up) I think the scene that caused the most controversy was probably the love triangle with Hannah being involved with both Gareth and Gibson, and also, whether or not Gareth even loved Hannah or he did what he did out of spite. I never really clarified in either cases and I let the readers decide whatever result came of it on their own. If anyone wants to contribute to this question, please do in the comments below XD

2)  Where do you find inspiration for story lines?

You know what? I have no idea hahaha sometimes stuff just comes to me out of the blue (most times, actually) and it takes me a few hours of a few days to finally decide on whether or not I should go with it. If it doesn’t come to me out of the blue, however, I rely on my characters to give me ideas. I try to think of situations they would either love or completely hate to be in, then throw them into it and see what I can make of it. Or, I sometimes just watch my Sims on free-will in game and sometimes even just doing something as simple as that gives me plenty of ideas.

3)  Do you have any other story ideas brewing besides the blogs you’re currently publishing?

God yes.. All the freaking time LOL I don’t think my mind ever really turns off.. Every other month or say maybe, I’ll think of something that I’ll fall in love with the moment I think it, and if I’m still thinking about it a few months from when I originally thought of it, I’ll consider making it into a reality. Currently, I have another story brewing in my mind that I already started putting the wheels in motion of, and I’ve been working on it for a few months now to get it ready and to get everything worked out in my head before I publish my first chapter and start advertising for it. 

4)  What is your favorite type of scene to write?

I really, really love complete opposites.. Like, I really love to do arguments and fights, which gets my adrenaline going XD But then I also love to do romantic scenes, as well as sex scenes LOL they’re all just so fun. I don’t really like to write stuff just in the in-between because I think it makes me less creative and it’s harder for me to think of things to write about when the chapter is ‘neutral’ or even seems to be pointless (or just for the sake of posting).

5)  Do you think your story would be any different if you didn’t use The Sims to illustrate it? Does it help you or constrain you?

I think it has the potential to be a ton better than it is, just for the fact that sometimes I really don’t want to work at making all the poses I do to make everything perfect and just how I picture it.. I think it takes me longer to make all the poses and get the pictures than it does to write entire chapters, which consist of between 6k to 12k at times. However, I think it’s very worth it, because I’ve always wanted to write stories with illustrations, but I don’t have the patience to draw everything like I used to try to do, so posing the Sims myself and getting the pictures is actually a lot easier to me, believe it or not. If there were no pictures with the use of Sims, however, it would take me a lot longer to write chapters because I’d be focusing on literally, every little detail, just so that the reader could picture it exactly how I see it in my head.

6)  What types of stories do you like to read (books, blogs, etc.)?

I like to read manga’s more than anything, really.. Books, eh, sometimes, blogs more then books, but mostly manga’s. As far as what I like specifically, I like stories that make you think, that make you have to guess and stories where you don’t see things coming and you’re constantly surprised. I love horror, suspense, mystery, stuff like that.

7)  Have you ever received any great writing advice that you’d like to pass along? Or, do you have advice of your own to share?

Hmm.. Don’t be so stiff, I guess. I kind of write how I talk, I don’t write, like- “I do not want to do this, I am a robot, beep-boop-beep” LOL I dunno.. I just feel like writing how someone actually talks is a lot more funner to read than everything constantly seeming like a robot is talking.. Honestly, I could be the worst writer in the entire world because I don’t really give a crap about “proper” writing or proper anything or the “rules of writing”.. idk.. I just WRITE haha *shrug* I think it’s both more enjoyable to write AND to read.

8)  If you were to spot one of your male characters across the room without knowing anything about him, which one would be most likely to catch your eye, and why? (No one is off limits. Assume you’re both single and that he’s straight and of the appropriate age for you. I’m not leaving out all those hot gay guys in your blogs. They’re fair game for the purposes of this question. And, if your favorite is a teenager, assume you’re one, too.)

LOL Love this question ;D If my founder and heirs were all lined up on one side of the room, I think I’d have to pick Oliver. As far as looks and the way he carries himself compared to the rest of the heirs, he’s seriously the cutest to me and just how shy he acts with each bashful glance and the rosiness of flattery written all over his cheeks when he’s nervous or embarrassed is to die for, for me, and I just love it. My second choice (yeah, I know you only said one, but idc >:D LOL) would be Gibson. Blonde hair, green eyes, glasses, who wouldn’t love him? Plus, with a rather refined and gentlemanly look, as well as attitude, and also a confident stare and stature, that’s also a plus that I really love about him. They’re both extreme opposites, but oh well hahaha

9)  Repeat of question 8, but please choose a male character from any blog you read, and you can factor in his personality this time. (Make me fall in love with another character!)

(will answer later when I can pick a favorite)

10)  How long have you been playing The Sims?

Ever since the first one came out, but I didn’t start writing Sims stories until I had gotten into Sims 3.

11)  Have you written from both male and female points of view? If so, which do you prefer, and why?

Yes, I’ve written in both many times. I answered a similar question to this in LateKnight’s questions. See #6.

Eighth set of questions, asked by SandyBeachGirl

1. Do any writers inspire you? Blog writers or novel writers?

Valpre always inspired me when I was reading her story Krisis, it really got me in the mood to make supernatural-like stories myself. Jazen, too, inspired me a lot with her story Fiendish. It’s really an incredible read and I recommend it to anyone and everyone. LateKnight, all in all, is an amazing writer, and if I haven’t updated in a while or took a few days or a week off from writing, usually reading anything from her makes me want to get back into my own stuff, because I can see how much she enjoys writing through each chapter she writes, and that in itself, is inspiration.

2. When you have writers block, do you plow through it and keep writing or do you take a step back and take a break?

I usually alllwaaayyysss take a break and come back to it later, there’s no powering through because once I’m stuck, I’m really stuck, and really do need a break to think things over at another time and come back to later.

3. Are there other types of stories you’re interested in writing? Some other genre that you’d like to try writing for?

Similar question answered in MsMidnightBlonde’s questions. See #9.

4. Do you do any character development before you start writing for a character or do you figure the character out as you write for them?

A little bit of both, I’d say. For the heirs of this story, I usually always figure it out as I write them, in the beginning only going strictly off their traits that are rolled at random. As for other characters, like potential spouses or friends or enemies, etc., I usually do some character development and try to figure them out as much as I can before introducing them.

5. How much editing do you do for your story? Is it an ongoing process? Do you have many drafts for your chapters?

A LOT of editing. Lots and lots and lots LOL I don’t ever really have many drafts for a chapter, just the original, maybe an extra that goes in a different direction to see which I like better, but not more than two drafts of one chapter. When writing a chapter (if I know exactly what I want it to be about), I’ll usually write the whole thing in one go through, or write half now, half later type of thing, then when it’s all done, I’ll go back and really, really look at it, running everything through my head and see if it all makes sense and comes together in the end. If not, I could spend a few hours, or even a couple of days to a week or so to fully get it edited and just how I like it. I write a ton, I edit a ton, I make my own poses, gets pictures, publish. It’s a really long process for me, this kind of explains why updates only happen about 1-3 times a month.

6. Where is the weirdest place you’ve ever gotten inspiration for a scene for your story?

Is the shower weird? Idk LOL While I’m in the shower, it’s always really, really easy for me to just space out and think of things to do for the story, and it’s actually helped a ton. For some reason, instead of just thinking of the same stuff that’s already happening in the chapter over and over again and wondering if it will work or if it should change, being in the shower makes me change what happens and makes me think of the pros and cons of changing things, and sometimes I’ll think of many different ways a chapter could go, even if it’s already been written and in the proofing process. 

7. If you could live with any one of your characters, who would you choose, where would you live, and why?

Hmm.. I’d probably choose Oliver to live with. He’s a very quiet person, keeps to himself, wouldn’t disturb you for any stupid reasons, would be nice about pretty much everything and would never try to change you or make you do something you didn’t wait to. Yeah, he’s my first choice haha As far as where, I’d choose Lucky Palms, his home town, just ’cause <3

8. What was the thing that sparked your interest and pushed you to start writing your story?

Similar question answered in Stormy’s questions. See #4.

9. If you write a legacy, which is your favorite generation and why? If you write a story that isn’t a legacy, what is your favorite chapter and why?

For this legacy, so far, I think I’d have to say Generation 3 and 4 have been my favorites.. I can’t just choose only one haha For Generation 3, I absolutely loved doing “double heirs” with the twins Gareth and Gibson, it was just way too much fun to do two completely different personalities while also having them both be the heir. My love for Generation 4 should be obvious, too haha I just love Oliver and Isaiah together and they’re just as fun to write about as lovers as Gareth and Gibson were just as fun to write about as brothers. I think it’s a tie, actually?  Two boys are always better than one, right? XD

10. What is your favorite line in your story? Why?

Ahh man, I don’t really know ’cause I have quite a few in mind that I like. Maybe I’ll pick one from each generation instead of just naming 83483151 of them at random XD

Gen 1 – I pretty much like everything that Archor says to Marrick. Archor has always creaped my out and I wrote him to be rather “slow” at first, like he’s trying to understand humans and trying to understand how to speak English. Later on, he talks more normal and more frequently, but everything he says just.. Idk.. Creaps me out, like I said haha
Gen 2 – “I’ll always be here for you, Jason.” – Spoken by Marrick Dubois, Chapter 20 Part 2. This line proves that Jason still struggles with his insanity and I liked making people think that he was okay, but then at the end of the generation, it seems as if he’ll never not be crazy, or he’ll never be able to get rid of the hate he holds for his father.
Gen 3 – “I’m sorry..” I began blandly, “Did I interrupt something?” – Spoken by Gibson Dubois, Chapter 20 Part 1. This marked the peak of Gibson’s insanity and I feel these lines held a lot of power behind them, even though they seem so simply spoken. If you were never scared or intimidated by Gibson, this’ll probably change your mind.
Gen 4 – I’ll fill this in when I’m done with the gen.

11. What is one thing that has surprised you about your story? Has it taken a different direction than you thought? Have readers reacted different than you imagined?

I’m surprised by its popularity, honestly.. Who knew that so many of you lovey readers would enjoy insane Sims so much? hahaha Yes, sometimes it’s been taken in different directions than I’ve intended at first, but the change was always necessary, in the end. I like how it’s going, I like what I’m doing, and I see myself completing all ten generations to this legacy. Also, the reactions from my commenters haven’t really surprised me much.. I write what I write in order to get the reaction that I usually always do. It’s just how I write the story and dialogue and all that haha 

Ninth set of questions, asked by SimMadMeg

1. Could you play your game cc free? No mods/cc at all.

God.. I mean, yeah, I could.. But do I want to? Hellllll no. LOL

2. What got you into writing sim stories?

When I was browsing the forums a long time ago, I came across the “Stories and Legacies” thread and when I noticed people making those stories and legacies, I pretty much thought “wow, I wanna do that too!” I thought it was such a good idea and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it earlier. Before I started writing stories and such fr my Sims, I always made families and just kept their own little stories in my head, like whenever I made a character, I’d just tell myself “well, this is Janet, she hates apples and loves dogs and she’s a sassy business woman blah blah” hahaha I always kept their personalities and their lives in my head, but I eventually started writing it all down, and that’s how I wound up where I am now. :D

3. Why do you write sim stories?

I write them because I just absolutely love writing.. I wanted a way to put pictures with the stories I used to write and keep to myself, and this is an excellent way to do that.

4. How do you decide on a personality for your sims? Do you make it up as you go or do you use their traits?

I always, always use their traits. This is actually kind of hard to explain hahaha Well, if I get obvious traits (rolled randomly for this legacy), like Shy, Dramatic, Grumpy, etc., those are pretty easy traits for me to figure out their personality with, but if I roll ones that have to do with what they DO instead of who they ARE, like Loves The Outdoors, Athletic, Neat, etc., those are the ones where I just have to make up the personality completely. When that happens, I tend to go on looks. If they have a baby face, big eyes, or a naturally curved up lips, I’ll usually make them a nice person, but if they have a hard look, like small, narrow eyes, a strong jaw line, or a defined nose and brow, then I’ll tend to make them a little cold. It’s quite the process, lemme tell you. LOL

5. Do you prefer realistic style play (vanilla sims, no aliens/supernatural, no wierd jelly bean deaths or stuff) or more cartoony play and why?

Realistic all the way haha at least for this story. Realistic makes it believable and it allows readers to relate to the character, or feel things for them that (in my opinion) cartoony stories and Sims just can’t do. Well, I myself can’t take them seriously.. Others might be able to, but I can’t haha I love stories that you can connect with the character, and if I can’t connect with them, then I don’t read it. However, I’ve always wanted to try playing Berry Sims, just because I think they’re so pretty and cute hahaha I guess if I ever wanted to do a cute story, one with less murder and stuff, I’d do a berry story, or a rainbowcy. XD It would most likely just be for fun, though, and I probably wouldn’t take it as seriously as I do a story like TIDL.

6. What is a mod/piece of cc you could not play the game without?

Well, hair really means a lot to me haha that and pose player. Without pose player, I couldn’t do nearly enough things that I would want to in order to portray this story exactly how I see it in my head.

7. How did you get into sims?

Similar question answered in LateKnightSimmer’s questions. See #5.

8. Could you continue your story if you could no longer/could never use poses?

Yeah, I could, but I really, really, really wouldn’t like it. LOL

9. What is your favourite sims 3 EP/SP and why?

Similar question answered in blamsart’s questions. See #10.

10. What kind of sim stories do you like to read?

Similar question answered in LilyParker’s questions. See #6.

11. Can you relate to your characters in your sim story/stories?

Yeah, all the time, actually. If I didn’t, there’d be no point in my writing, I think haha Just because I write them and don’t use my own experiences I’ve faced in life, doesn’t mean I have no idea how they feel about certain things.. The anger, the sadness, how their heart races when thinking about a certain something.. I can relate to them in those ways always. When they feel sad, however, is when I feel it the most.. My heart tends to drop with theirs whenever I’m describing what makes them feel that way, like if they ever get into a fight with another character they love or if they cry because of something they’ve done, my heart drops right with theirs the whole time I’m describing everything.. It’s actually difficult to write like that sometimes because it can be emotionally exhausting.. XD

Tenth set of questions, asked by BBQPenguinWingsTrish

1. What do you hope to express in your Sims stories?

Good question.. Haha hmm.. I guess I just want to express a wide range of different personalities, and it’s also really great practice for me to write in so many different characters. Everything I write ever is mostly just practice for me to get better and better and to challenge myself. 

2. What music inspires you?

A little bit of everything, to be honest. One thing I like to do is just put my Pandora on in the background while I type and if I find a song that really relates to what I’m writing, I’ll listen to it on repeat XD I really enjoy smooth, chill music most. Zhu, Glass Animals, Empire of the Sun, Sam Smith, John Newman, Hermitude, Flume, etc.

3. What’s one of the funniest things that has happened to you or your Sims while Simming?

Oh, jeez.. Honestly, so so so many things hahaha there’s really too many to list. Most of the funniest things happen whenever my Sims are on free-will.

4. What’s the longest generation you’ve ever reached in the Sims and how did you manage?

Well, this is my first legacy, so generation four is the furthest I’ve gone. Even when free-playing with random Sims, I haven’t gotten at far as the fourth generation, not even the third haha I’m just really bad at sticking with families. I’ve grown really, really attached to the Dubois, though.

5. Whats the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life? (either physically or mentally) and what did you learn?

I don’t think I’m going to answer this one.

6. What made you start blogging in the first place?

I don’t really know.. I think I just randomly went into the Sims forums, noticed that other people had blogs for their Sim stories and just thought it was a really good idea, so I jumped on board XD

7. Whats the best moment you’ve ever had in your life?

Finding myself and figuring out what truly makes me happy.

8. If you could make an expansion pack, what would you do?

Well, I love Pets and I love Supernatural stuff the most, and seeing as those two have been made already, I have no idea what else I would want haha perhaps something more inclined to story tellers? Like, the ability to move a Sim on your own by clicking and dragging their limbs or their faces, kind of like what you can do in Blender to make poses, but instead of going through the whole “making poses” process.

9. When are you most motivated to blog?

Usually always haha I write every day and never get tired of it, especially when I get good ideas, or when I just have the urge to continue my Sims lives and writing about them. I’m usually always motivated.

10. Who is are favorite sims ( yours or someone else’s) and why?

Similar question answered in MsMidnightBlonde’s answers, see question #3.

11. What inspires you to continue Simming and blogging when you think about stopping?

don’t thing about stopping LOL Sure, I can get frustrated at times with writing or with my game, but I never really ever think about stopping. 

Eleventh set of questions, asked by Mikizumi

1. Do you like to listen to music when you write your story?

Similar question answered in BBQPenguinWings’ answers. See question #2.

2. How long have you been playing the sims for and what got you started?

Similar question answered in LateKnight’s answers. See question #5.

3. Are there other types of stories you’re interested in writing? Some other genre that you’d like to try writing for?

Hmm.. TIDL kind of has a little bit of everything, and usually if there’s something else to write that I want to experiment with, I’ll do it. My other many stories cover the things that I don’t in this legacy.

4. What is your favourite sim trait and why?

Insanity. And why? Because, well..Why not? It’s the funnest one to write about and honestly, if I were to do another legacy when this one ends, I’d have no idea what constant trait to do next because I just love the Insanity way too much to pick anything else.

5. What do you do to overcome writer’s block?

Similar question answered in LateKnight’s answers. See question #4.

6. What is it about writing that you like the most?

Similar question answered in Stormy’s answers. See question #6.

7. Where do you get the inspiration from for your writing?

Similar question answered in LilyParker’s answers. See question #2.

8. Which is your favorite expansion pack?

Similar question answered in blamsart’s answers. See question #10.

9. When did you start writing? And blogging?

Similar question answered in LateKnight’s answers. See questions #1 and #5.

10. Do you create your own poses for your story or prefer to download them from other creators?

Similar question answered in Stormy’s answers. See question #10.

11.Do you prefer to write out your chapters first before taking your pictures or do you prefer to take your pictures first and then write out your chapters? Why?

Similar question answered in Stormy’s answers. See question #11.


Thank you all so much again, you beautiful people


Questionsssss for the people I nominated

1] In everyday life, how often do you find yourself thinking about your story or your characters (when you’re not working on it)?

2] How did you come up with your idea to start your story/legacy? Was it something you wanted to do for a while, or did it just come to you out of the blue?

3] What’s your process in bringing in new characters? How do you choose their traits and their personality?

4] What’s your favorite view to write? First, Second, or Third person?

5] What are your favorite worlds to play in?

6] What are your favorite types of stories to read? What interests you the most?

7] Which character in your story can you say you relate to the most?

8] What are the five traits that worst describe you?

9] If you could go back and change how you wrote your story, so that it would’ve gone in a completely different direction, would you? Why/Why not?

10] Does your style of clothing ever come through in your characters? Or do you dress them how you think they themselves would dress?

11] What is something in game that your Sim does to others that you wish you could do in real life? No consequences or repercussions?

Generation 4, Chapter 17


I decided not to go with the plan my uncle had told me to go with in telling Isaiah that Jody had died during the birth of my son.. There had been fliers up around town with her picture on them stating she was missing, so I told Isaiah that after she gave birth to my son, she left him for me to take care of and skipped town. Before I had brought my son home, Detective Winchester paid Isaiah and I a visit to ask a few more questions, but we didn’t, and couldn’t, give her anything she needed as far as leads.. Isaiah had never even met Jody before, or even knew that she looked like, so he was no help to the detective, though since I had been involved with Jody, she asked me a few things that she didn’t bother asking Isaiah. But, I stuck with what I had originally told her, that Jody and I hadn’t seen one another in a while, and even after her brother had attacked Isaiah, I still hadn’t heard from her, nor did I take any measures as far as to contact her. I told the detective that perhaps the death of her brother hit her harder than any of us could imagine and she skipped town.. Thankfully, the detective had already thought that, too, before I had even mentioned it, and she never did find Jody, nor did she come back to ask Isaiah and I any more questions after that.. I still wonder to this day what Ezra and my Uncle Gareth did with her body..


It’s been two years since then.. Isaiah never questioned what I had told him, he just felt a little sorry for my son since he’d grow up without his mother. But, I told him we were all the parents he needed, and I think he was too distracted to care anymore about Jody since he knew I hated her, I knew he hated her, too, for knowing what she had done to me, but most importantly, I think he just really loved that we had a baby in our place now, since he was always a huge fan on having kids. Isaiah and I picked out a name for him together, August Bryce Dubois, and it was great seeing how quickly Isaiah warmed up to him when I brought him home.. It was rather instant, actually.. He even sometimes spent more time with August than I did, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to spend time with him, I just had less time to than Isaiah did with my new job.


Instead of going into my Residency like I had planned to my whole college career, I decided to go into something more personal and less invasive since I still couldn’t handle blood too well.. Just the thought of it after what I had done to Jody made it worse, if anything.. In the end, I had helped Isaiah to the best of my ability in him healing from his broken ribs and he seems to be even better than he was before he broke them.. Spiritual-wise more so than physically, I guess, with how supportive and patient I was through his recovery. I enjoyed helping him so much that when he suggested I go into Physical Therapy instead of becoming a doctor, I thought it was a really great idea. I loved helping people, and although I never became the doctor I had wanted to be, being a physical therapist was a much better outlet for me, and I enjoyed doing it immensely. 


“Oliver, you awake up there?” Isaiah called out from downstairs as I got dressed in our bedroom.


“Come down here, I wanna show you something!”

“All right, I’ll be right down!” I called back, “Are you ready to go already?” I questioned.

“Yeah, we’re just waiting on you!” He answered and I rolled my eyes with a smirk.

I spoke under my breath so he couldn’t hear me, “Well, if you had woken me up sooner, I wouldn’t be making us late,” I said with an accompanied soft chuckle. I had no idea where he was taking August and I today, I guess it was a surprise, but I was pretty excited for whatever it was. Isaiah said it was an all day event that he had planned and I really loved that he always tried to put so much effort in us spending time together despite our busy schedules. 


Just a few months ago, Isaiah and I finally got married. With all of the stress of my new job, especially with Isaiah thinking about expanding and trying to buy another bar somewhere else to open, as well as raising August on our tight schedules, we never really found time to plan a big wedding. It wouldn’t have been a big wedding anyways, even if we did find the time to plan one, but we didn’t bother finding a church, since neither one of us are very religious, and we chose to just do something small and simple in the end. We got married at the courthouse in town on a random Saturday afternoon and Isaiah closed down his bar so we could have a private reception. Camilla came home from France, my uncle and aunt came, as well as James and Kat, and a handful of James and I’s friends from school. No one from Isaiah’s family came, but then again, he was never close to his parents, especially after he had come out.. He only invited his waitresses, his manager Gavin, and a few regular bar-buddies that he had grown a decent friendship with over the few years he had been living here. For our honeymoon, we went to Japan for a week, something I had always wanted to do ever since I met Isaiah and we had a rather unforgettable time there together.. I always knew Isaiah could speak Japanese, but he never spoke it around me, and hearing it for myself in Tokyo and seeing how well he knew everywhere we went was still surprising and impressive.. Also, quite the turn on.. I hoped to go back with him some day again soon.


After I got ready and came downstairs, I saw Isaiah sitting at the computer with August and I took him from sitting on Isaiah’s lap, “There’s my big guy,” I said with a joyful smile and he seemed happy the moment I picked him up. I then looked over towards Isaiah, “You shouldn’t let him sit so close to the computer like that, he’ll need glasses by the time he’s three,” I worried.

“And what’s so bad about wearing glasses?” He asked with a smug grin on his lips and I smirked.

“Nothing, but you know what I meant,” I pointed out and he chuckled, leaning down to kiss him briefly.


“So, what did you want to show me before we go?” I asked after pulling away from our kiss and he sat up more excitedly.

“Oh, yeah! Here, look at her,” he pointed out, bringing up a profile on the computer and I looked at a rather attractive woman with dark blue eyes and black hair.

“What about her?” I asked and he sighed.

“Don’t play dumb, you know what this is for.”

“I don’t want to talk about it in front of Augie, he’ll think we’re replacing him or something,” I replied as I went to the couch and set down August, then walked around the living room, picking up his toys.


“Oliver, he has absolutely no clue what we’re talking about, not for at least another year or two. You said you were ready for us to have a child together but you turn down every surrogate that I show you.. This one seems perfect, though. She’s already had two kids so she knows what pregnancy is like, she’s open to any type of couple looking for a baby, she’s Spanish, so that even gives the kids a chance to learn a new language and that’s never a bad thing. She’s been a nanny since she was thirteen so she could probably even help us out if we’re ever in a tight situation and need someone to watch them.. She has a lot of experience with kids and this type of thing, not to mention she’s completely gorgeous, and how is that not a plus?” He argued a good point.

“I know I agreed to it, but I can’t just look at someone’s profile and say yes or no.. It’s not that easy,” I argued back.


“I’m glad you think that, because I set up a meet with her later today,” he replied and I stopped myself, turning around to look at him.

“You did what?” I asked in a slightly demanding manner and he stood from the computer chair to come over towards me.

“Oliver, I know you’re picky and I am, too, but you’re being a little too picky when it comes to this. I set up the meeting because it’s exactly like you said, we can’t say yes or no just by looking at a profile, but you’ve still been saying no a lot.. We have to meet them in person, right? So, what’s so bad about meeting this one? If you don’t like her, we can keep looking, but please, just meet at least one of them.. If you don’t, how are we ever going to make a decision?” He asked and I dropped my gaze for a moment. I knew he was right, but what I didn’t know was that after I had said yes to looking for a surrogate, I started to hate the idea of dealing with another woman pregnant with my baby.. But, it wasn’t only just mine now, it was both Isaiah’s and mine, which made me that much more nervous and hesitant, even a little protective in an odd way.


“Hey, look at me,” he instructed and my eyes met his, “I know what you went through, but this isn’t going to be like that. This woman wants to give a baby to a couple that wants it, she wants to help people just like you do with your job, it’s just in a different way and for different reasons. The moment she signs the paperwork and the moment she’s pregnant, that baby is ours and she can’t do anything about it. I’m not saying she will, but I’m saying you have nothing to worry about. Look at August, look at where he is now and look how happy he is. Don’t you want more of that? Don’t you want him to have siblings? Not everyone is going to be like Her, Oliver.. You’re not going to go the rest of your life not having another child because you don’t think you can trust another woman who’s carrying your baby, right? Our baby?” He asked and I shook my head.

“No, I won’t.. I’m sorry, it’s just.. It’s taking me longer than I expected to get used to the idea, that’s all.. I’m just really nervous about it,” I explained and he smiled softly.


“I know, but you’re never going to get over that fear if you don’t meet the woman that could be perfect for this.. For us.. Just meet this one and if you don’t like her, we’ll find someone else. It’s as simple as that,” he reassured me and I nodded in agreement.


“Thank you,” he continued, watching him lean in and he kissed me for a long moment before pulling away.


“Besides, she lives around the area I’m taking you two, today,” he continued after our kiss and I grew more suspicious, even though he had just calmed my mind a little.

“..What is that supposed to mean?” I asked and he smiled.

“Nothing, just-” He stopped for a moment, putting his hands to my arms and rubbing them comfortingly, “Just be open-minded today, okay? Promise me?” He asked and now I knew this wasn’t just a family outing, but he had something planned to show me and to convince me on.

“I hate surprises.. I thought today was going to be a family day or something, but now I know you probably want to talk me into something that you know I’ll say no to,” I replied and I could tell from his expression that he didn’t mean for me to figure it out right away.


“Did I mention how much I love you? And how much I love your new haircut and how sexy you look? And how perfect you are?” He tried to butter me up and although I felt my cheeks getting a little warm from his flattery, I still held my reluctant expression, “Please, Oliver?” He questioned and I sighed heavily, now not excited at all about today like I had been so much before, but I still tried to be open-minded, like he had asked.

“Fine..” I reluctantly agreed and he only smiled more, kissing me briefly with excitement, then going to August sitting on the couch and picking him up, ready to leave and I followed Isaiah out of the condo.


We no longer took cabs everywhere and we finally bought a car together, mostly out of convenience. Ever since I took up my physical therapy, I’ve been needing to do a lot of driving, seeing as I sometimes had many appointments within one day, one appointment having the potential of being across town from the next, and a car for me just made more sense rather than spending all of our money on cab fair. I usually would have an appointment in the early morning, get back to the condo to spend some time with August and Isaiah before Isaiah went to work at three, where I would then drop him off, then drop off August at a small day-care, go to another appointment until around six at night, pick up August afterwards, take him to the old townhouse for Kat and James to spend time with him, go to another appointment around seven until nine or ten, then pick up August, then Isaiah, and come home.. I was so busy those days, which were almost every weekend and sometimes weekends, if need be, and we really just needed a car for me to get around.


Isaiah drove the entire way to wherever the hell we were going, which I had noticed from our trip from home, southern Oregon, led into the northern part of California and we followed the coast the entire way, palm trees lining the roads as well as the glorious, blue, clear Pacific ocean to our right.

“Isaiah.. Where are we going?” I eventually asked, still suspicious of him.

“Just wait, we’re almost there,” he replied, looking over to me with a smile that I knew told me he was excited for whatever he had planned, and although I wanted to ask more questions, I knew they’d be as vague as the answer he had just given me.


After another half an hour of driving, Isaiah eventually pulled into a driveway of a rather stunning home. I assumed, as well as hoped, we were going to a nice park for August to play at, or some sort of beach or somewhere for a nice, relaxing lunch, but I was wrong.. I got out of the car and I took August out from the backseat, holding him as I looked at a rather refined neighborhood and when Isaiah had gotten out of the car, as well, I looked to him with a rather confused expression..


“What are we doing? Who lives here?” I asked.

“No one, but we could,” he implied, pointing towards the ‘for sale’ sign in the front lawn that I hadn’t noticed and I then looked at him as if to ask, ‘are you serious’? But Isaiah didn’t like my expression, Don’t give me that look, you promised to be open-minded, remember?” He teased with a grin and I was still reluctant.. What the hell was this? A new house? Why? I liked where we lived, I liked where things were in our relationship and our little family we had, so why did we need a new place to live?


I walked to the front of the car and looked at the house with scrutiny, which Isaiah seemed to notice, “Don’t look at it like that.. You know I’ve been wanting to expand a little and my kind of bar in this area is a really perfect location,” he expressed and I held August close to my shoulder as he grew tired and comfortable in my arms.

“Isaiah.. I don’t want two homes, I thought we were done with traveling without one another and being apart for long periods of time.. It’s not good for us or for August,” I replied.


“We won’t be apart. Even though my first bar is back in Oregon, the new one here can become my main concern. Gavin has really proved himself, especially after he took over handling the bar while I recovered from my injury and I want to promote him to taking care of that bar while I take care of the one I want here.. It only took us a little over an hour to get here, so even if I had to go to the one up north, even for a little bit, I can be back in an hour if you ever need me for anything. You know I want to expand, so why not in Cali? Right on the coast, at that?” He tried to convince, “This place is big, it has four bedrooms, three baths.. And, it has a pool,” he said with a rather sensual, coaxing tone, knowing that I loved swimming and I started to like the idea a little more, but I still wasn’t convinced.. Why so many rooms?

“How many kids do you want, Isaiah?” I asked with a rather baffled tone, but before he could answer me, a car pulled into the driveway behind us and soon a woman approached us.


“Gentleman! So glad to meet you!” She exclaimed, “You must be Isaiah,” she went to him first and I knew then that he had spoken to her before, at least more than once, to get this kind of showing for a house of this magnitude, “And you must be Oliver, so nice to meet you,” she said next and I finally brought my worried eyes away from Isaiah to look at her and shake her hand, “Well, now that we’re here, let me convince you to buy this house,” she said with humor, an uppity attitude that I didn’t much care for given the mood I was already in, but when I looked back to Isaiah, he seemed extremely happy and I followed a few feet behind them as we all walked towards the house.


Isaiah took August from me when we had entered the house, assuming he wanted me to connect with it all on my own with no distractions and we first saw the kitchen straight ahead of us when we walked in. I didn’t much care for it at all, but I guess it was something we could change if we were to move in.. The dining room was to the right of us as well as a small hallway, then we went down the hallway to the large master bedroom on the first floor with an incredible bathroom. 


After seeing the first floor and me constantly trailing behind Isaiah, August and the Realtor a good few feet, I saw the other three rooms upstairs that were very spacious, something that I liked.. I really loved large, separate rooms, seeing as Camilla and I shared a room ever since she was born.. When my Aunt Nina had taken Kat into her custody and I only saw her on the weekends growing up, I had taken my Dad’s old room upstairs at the dock house where there was no door, just a staircase and an open room, and I hated being woken up late at night by hearing my uncle bring home random girls, usually completely drunk.. I could even sometimes hear what they were doing in his room and with me being a light sleeper, it was always difficult to get a good nights sleep.. I liked my privacy, but never got the chance at having any, so I thought it might be okay for August, as well, and if Isaiah and I ever decided on a surrogate we liked enough to have more kids, they’d really love their own space.. The feel of the entire house, too, was so welcoming and warm, so ‘beach’ like.. It really made me like it, even though I never gave it away in my demeanor in every room we visited when Isaiah would look at me and try to decipher for himself if I was liking what I was seeing.


However, when the Realtor finally took us to the backyard, I fell in love with the pool, as well as the ability to get to the beach easily with an open fence.. There was also a guest house to the right of the lot that would work perfectly for August when he would get older, obviously needing space as he grew from his other siblings, if Isaiah and I were to have any more kids.. But, then again, I don’t know why I questioned so much that Isaiah and I would have more children.. I knew he wanted his own child with me, I knew he wanted a big family, so this big of a house seemed rather perfect, but again, how many kids did he really want to the point where we needed a four bedroom house, plus a guest house? It just seemed like so much room.. Too much room.


The Realtor finished her showing and she left Isaiah and I alone for a while, letting us decide on the house and talk about it together, “So, what do you think?” Isaiah asked with a large smile on his lips as I held a rather blank look on my face.

“I.. I don’t know.. It seems really big, doesn’t it?” I asked, looking over at Isaiah, “How much is it?” I wondered, watching him set down August in the soft grass to play with one of his toys and he then walked back over towards me.

“Don’t focus on the price, just focus on the space and the convenience.. Only a few blocks further down the coast is a perfect location for my new bar, there’s more of a populous in California for you as far as your physical therapy, it’s only a little over an hour away from my original bar and our condo, which we could either keep or sell.. If we keep it and if worse comes to worse and I need to stay for a few days, I can stay at the condo. I know you’re worried about money and distance and everything in between, but it just seems like a perfect fit to me.. Plus, the surrogate I told you about earlier lives no more than fifteen minutes from here,” he replied.


“And what makes you so sold on the surrogate?” I challenged.

“I don’t know, she just sells me, I can’t describe it. Oliver, you’ve said ‘no’ to so many that I’ve showed you, but I think that during that time, too, you’ve showed me what you like and don’t like, and I’ve found a woman that seems the most acceptable to you, plus with her background and everything, it just seems like a good fit. I just think you’ll like her out of everyone that I’ve showed you, since she’s the first one I’ve showed you that you haven’t said no to immediately.. You seem to like very gorgeous, dark haired women with green or blue eyes, and with a little color to their skin.. I don’t know.. It’s just based on everything you’ve said no to, she seems like the one you’d say yes to,” he answered and I hadn’t realized I had been giving him clues to what I had liked the most in a woman when it came to looks.. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about any of this..


“I’m sorry..”

“For what..?”

“I mean.. I don’t want you to think I need to be attracted to them in order to decide on a surrogate,” I replied and I could tell from his face that he never even thought that, which made me feel pretty stupid.


“Oliver, that’s not it.. I’m just thinking it’s what you want when it comes to our children. I’m not jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking, and I’m not worried that you’ll like her more than me. I know you love me,” he answered as he wrapped his arms around me.

“..Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.. Know how? Because I’m the only one that can work you the way you like it,” he implied and my face flushed red.

“Shut up..” I said with a smirk and I heard him chuckle.


“Don’t worry about that right now, because I’m sure as hell not.. Just worry about the family we want to start. I look at it more as you wanting our children to be fucking gorgeous, because this surrogate is, not to mention so are you,” he implied again and I smirked as he held me, “Just think about what we’re going to do here.. When we’re home, we can play in the pool or take them to the beach, the neighborhood is really nice and safe and there’s parks everywhere, the school is amazing and we can go to the city as much as we want since it’s not too far from here.. Just thinking about it makes me so, so happy. I want so many kids with you that we’re up to our necks in them,” he continued and I laughed softly again, “Come on.. We can’t live in that tiny condo forever, especially if we want more than one child.. A four bedroom house is perfect, plus a guest house, huh? Not to mention a pool?” He implied slightly, holding me tighter and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, “We can make so many memories in the pool,” he expressed flirtatiously and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end from his words.


I turned around in his arms, facing him and he still held a smile that I loved, “I’ll try to get used to it, to a big family, but I’m still not sold on the surrogate until we meet her.. Which, actually, brings me back to the question I asked before.. How many kids do you want, exactly?” I asked and I watched as he thought for a moment, still a big smile on his face.

“I don’t know.. Five?” He answered and my expression went blank.

Including August, or not..?”

“..Not..?” He more so asked, testing the water with me, but I knew that’s exactly what he wanted.

“Jesus, Isaiah..”

“Don’t do that! Don’t hate the idea now that I told you a number!” He asked desperately with a laugh and I smirked.

“That’s just.. A lot. I don’t know any other way to say it..”


“How about.. Comfortingly plentiful? Or-”

“Restlessly abundant?” I added and he sighed softly.

“You said you’d be open-minded today,” he reminded and I lost my smirk, feeling a little bad about how I was acting so negatively towards everything, “Just think about it, okay?” He asked and I eventually nodded in agreement, “I love you, Oliver. I love August, this house, this neighborhood, this life.. I don’t want to waste anymore time getting what we want and getting to where we want to be together. Everything that you’re worried about, we can get through it. Do you believe me?” He asked and my smirk returned to my lips.

“I believe you,” I replied and the expression he held was so calmed and adoring, I couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him.


Isaiah was so confident and adamant about all of this.. He had such a big heart and so much love to give, just not enough outlets, and I admit that I wanted to give that to him.. He deserved it, he deserved everything that he wanted and if I trust his logic and his judgement, which I highly did, I knew everything would work out and we could get passed any obstacle in our way. I loved the house, it turned from being a rather big shock to a pleasant surprise in the end.. Now, all I had to get through was meeting the surrogate.


After seeing the house, Isaiah, August and I got back into the car and it was off to a cafe to meet the surrogate, “Are you nervous?” Isaiah wondered as he drove.

“A little..”

“Well, don’t be. Just think of it as we’re the ones interviewing her, not the other way around. Ask as many questions as you’d like, even personal ones.. I’m sure she’d understand and want to provide us with answers,” he replied, “If there’s a single thing that you don’t like, then we can just move on to the next surrogate, it’s not a big deal.”

“I don’t even know what to ask her.. Maybe I’ll just let you do all the talking, you do this stuff all the time with new servers at your bar.. I don’t even know where to start..”

“Well, you’re self-employed, too, Oliver.. What do your patients ask you before deciding on whether or not they want you to do their physical therapy?”

“Nothing, really.. I ask them for their medical information so I can understand what they had surgery on or what they want to achieve as far as their mobility. I then try to cater to their needs to the best of my ability and if they like what I do and if it shows progress, then we stick with making more appointments. It mostly goes off first impressions and a follow-up meeting, then we start the therapy..”

“They don’t just hire you right off the bat with how sexy you are?” He joked rhetorically and I felt my cheeks blush, Isaiah then laughing softly, “It’s the exact same thing in this case, though. You can ask her about her medical history, how sexually active she is, how many partners she’s had-”

“No way, that’s too personal..”

“Not at all! We want to know that. We don’t want her to be getting plowed every weekend by a different person if she’s carrying our baby, or even before she does.. She needs to be clean, too, Oliver.”

“You don’t need to say it so grotesquely.. And I know, but.. I’ll just leave those questions to you..” I answered and I heard him chuckle.

“You’re too cute when you’re shy and embarrassed,” he replied and I rolled my eyes.

“Just drive..”


We arrived at the cafe, about ten minutes from the house for sale, and we waited at our table outside for the surrogate to show up, bouncing August on my knee, “What’s her name?” I asked.

“Cybal Flores,” he replied, “Pretty name, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I answered simply.

“Hmm.. I told her to meet us around two, she’s a little late,” he said with worry.

“She’s already losing points,” I teased and he glared at me and how my optimism was wearing out, “What? Being on time to a meeting as important as this, I think, is pretty substantial..”

“She has two kids, Oliver, there’s plenty of reasons for her to be late,” he advised and I chose to not answer him, taking that time to look away and pay attention to August again.


After about ten more minutes of waiting, I heard the sound of heals clacking on the sidewalk quickly and it sounded like they were headed in our direction, looking up from August and I saw the woman that Isaiah had showed me a picture of earlier approaching us, “Oh, dios mío! Perdóname! I’m so late!” She exclaimed with a wildly Spanish accent, walking straight up to Isaiah who stood immediately from his chair to greet her.

“Don’t worry about it, we weren’t here long. It’s great to finally meet you. I’m Isaiah, and this is my husband, Oliver, and our son, August,” he replied, introducing the two of us, as well, but I didn’t bother to stand and greet her like Isaiah had done.

“Nice to meet you,” I added as we shook hands over the table.


“And you, too!” She replied as she set down her bag, then looked to August and her eyes lit up, “Guau! Look at this little one! He is so beautiful,” she exclaimed towards him and stepped over towards us, bending down and shaking his tiny hand, “Encantada de conocert, August,” she spoke and I hated to admit that her accent, as well as her language, was quite the turn on.. Her picture didn’t do her beauty justice, either.. Seeing her in person, she really was quite beautiful and I started to feel my cheeks get a little warm from her being so close, especially when her sapphire eyes came up to meet mine.

“Why don’t you, uhm.. Take a seat and we can get started,” I offered and she smiled and nodded in agreement, standing from her bent down position and taking a seat across the table from Isaiah and I.


“Finally, we meet,” Isaiah began and it led me to believe that they had talked already, perhaps even a few times before they set up the meeting.

“Sí, finally,” she agreed with a warm smile.

“Well, we can start by you telling us a bit about yourself?” Isaiah offered and she obliged.

“I was born in España, I lived there until I was about seventeen, then I came here with my mother and father and I love the States. I’m twenty five, I had my first child at twenty and my second at twenty two, so they’re still young. August is about two years old, sí?” She asked and I was a little impressed by her guess.

“Yeah, he is.. Good eye,” Isaiah answered, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you married or have a boyfriend?”


“No, neither.. After I had my children with my ex-boyfriend, he grew very physical with me, as well as with them, too. He had a bit of a drinking problem, so I left him and got full custody of my children. The whole situation left me and my children pretty exhausted, so I don’t believe I’ll go looking for love anytime soon,” she said with a weak smile.

I frowned from her story, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I expressed in sorrow for her.

“Yeah, that’s awful,” Isaiah added.

“It’s okay.. I have my children and my life, so I am a lucky woman,” she replied and I smirked to her response, looking over to Isaiah and I knew just from his excited expression that he already loved her to death.


“If this is too strong of a question, then perdóname, but is August from a surrogate, as well?” She asked and I lost the smirk I had just gained.

“Oh, uh.. No,” Isaiah took initiative in replying, knowing I’d be uncomfortable answering, “Oliver had August with a woman be knew, but she left him in Oliver’s care. Their relationship was, uhm..” He tried his hardest to tread lightly on the subject, “Unrequited..? And I don’t dare use the ‘a’ word in my explanation because of how much of a gift August is now, but.. That’s where he came from,” he explained, not wanting to use ‘accident’ in front of August, even if he wouldn’t understand, but I thought he had handled that better than I thought I could.

“Lo siento, I didn’t mean to ask something that brought up bad memories, I was only curious,” she apologized with obvious concern and I smirked, nodding softly to her apology and forgiving her, “He does have those beautiful blue eyes of yours, though,” she complimented and I smiled as I looked to August on my lap, mostly trying to hide the flattery that was written all over my face, as well as adoring Augie’s glorious blue eyes, myself.. Jody had extremely blue eyes, almost oceanic, in a way, almost the same color as mine, but I believed mine were much more bluer, and I felt that August had gotten my eyes instead of hers.. The fact that Cybal realized that made me like her more, in a way..


“Lo siento, again, but.. You two are.. Well.. Sorry if this is straight forward, but, you two are so, so guapo,” she expressed and I knew it had to have meant something nice, looking to Isaiah with a smile on his lips and he noticed how I didn’t know what she meant.

“Handsome,” he translated for me and I felt my cheeks warm in flattery once more with a smirk on my lips.

We all could make some very beautiful children, and you both seem like such nice, caring people, I would very much love to provide you both with what you are looking for,” she continued.

“Well, I don’t want to speak for the both of us right now, since Oliver is a little more difficult to convince, but.. I, myself, couldn’t agree more,” Isaiah said with a noble smile.

“Oh! Actually, I know you requested my medical forms and here they are.. They almost slipped my mind,” she provided, pulling a thin binder out from her purse, “I’m clean, have no STD’s, I’m healthy, my cervix and my womb are actually really healthy, too,” she expressed with a slightly embarrassed giggle, as if she was bragging, in a way, though she was still completely open enough to be honest with us.. I really enjoyed her personality, “Sorry, I’m just proud of my capability.. I’m very ready to give you both children,” she continued confidently.


Isaiah only took a moment to look over the paperwork, but he handed them to me soon after scanning over them, knowing I’d be able to read them a little better given my background and I looked at it a little more closely than he did. I took all the time I needed, making complete sure that she really was a healthy woman and making sure not to look over anything that may stick out or be important. The table was silent as I looked over her history and Isaiah broke the ice, probably noticing that my seriousness when it came to her medical chart was making Cybal nervous..

“Oliver was studying to be a doctor in college, but he chose to go into Physical Therapy, instead.. I don’t really know how to read those charts and such, so he’s the one I trust to let me know if you’re as healthy as you say you are.. Don’t be nervous, he’s just being thorough,” he comforted and she chuckled softly.

“Gracias.. It actually was making me a little nervous,” she replied and I looked up from the chart, seeing her expression a little anxious, but I smiled.

“She’s good, very healthy,” I confirmed and they both seemed pleased by my verdict.


“So, you really do think you can provide us with children?” I asked rather blatantly.

“Sí, I can give you and Isaiah a child, I would love nothing more,” she confirmed.


“But, can you truly give what Isaiah and I want? We have a big family in mind and I don’t want to keep looking for a new surrogate every time we want a child, so I guess what I’m asking is, if we want more than one baby, more than three, even, would you be open into sticking with us?” I asked and I could tell by the look on Isaiah’s face that he liked my question, as well as my contribution to the conversation since I hadn’t been talking all that much.


“Ambos son lo más importante.. ‘You both are what’s most important’,” she translated, “Isaiah has already told me that you two plan on having a large family and I know how stressful it can be to look for a surrogate, but if you like me after this and we have good chemistry, which I believe we already have, I would love to provide you two with what you want. I’m in it for the long run, so it doesn’t matter how many kids you want, as long as I can provide it for you two, I am happy,” she explained and I loved her answer. She seemed very genuine and although I’ve been fooled before by a pretty face and nice words, I felt that she was different and I felt that I could trust her.


“Well, do you have any questions for us?” Isaiah wondered.

“Yes, uhm.. Where do you live now?”

“We live about an hour away up in southern Oregon, but we looked at a house today about ten minutes from here and are thinking about moving,” Isaiah replied, looking to me with a smile and I smirked in return, “So, we’ll be close by very soon.”


“Maravilloso! It is very important to me that you are close by.. Should anything happen to me or the baby, it is good to know that you can be there quickly should I ever need either of you,” she answered, “I was also wondering how much you two were willing to go as far as all of the medical bills, I am able to pay some, but-”

“No, you’re not going to spend a dime. We’ll pay for everything,” Isaiah insisted, “It’s our baby and we’re going to get the best treatment possible to ensure that the baby and you do well through it all.. It’s the least we could do for you since you’re so willing to help us start a family,” he continued and she smiled.


“Gracias, that’s very generous and thoughtful of you,” she replied, picking up her bag on her arm, “If there are no more questions, then I’m sorry to rush off like this, but I need to go pick up my children from their abuelos,” she began, standing from her seat.

“Oh, of course, don’t let us keep you,” Isaiah answered, standing from his chair and I followed his lead in standing, as well, picking up August into my arms, “It was so nice to finally meet you, we’ll definitely be in touch,” he continued and I nodded in agreement.

“Bueno, I look forward to all of this, and thank you for meeting with me,” she expressed.

“Likewise,” Isaiah answered and we watched as she walked off quickly to go pick up her kids.


“Sooo?” He asked my opinion, “What’d you think?”

“I, uh.. I thought she was really nice and I liked her personality, she seemed very genuine.. I like that she’s willing to stick with us, too, if we want more than one kid.. That’s a pretty big deal,” I replied.

“I agree. What else did you like?” He asked, almost trying to imply something.

“Uhm.. I don’t know, her accent was kinda neat, I like the idea more now of our kids being able to possibly pick up another language, if we choose to keep her around them. She was very healthy, too, which is obviously a plus,” I continued.

“Is that it?”


“What else do you want?”

“Well, maybe the fact that she’s drop-dead gorgeous?” He expressed.

“Well, yeah.. That too,” I admitted.

“I think we got really lucky with her. It’s okay to call her pretty, Oliver, I won’t get jealous,” he replied and I smirked.

“I kind of like when you get a little jealous,” I teased and he grinned, joining me as I walked back to the car with August.


After leaving the cafe, Isaiah drove me around the area for a little while, showing me things around the neighborhood for us to do as a family, as well as plenty of places for Isaiah and I to go if we ever needed a date night or some time alone and I liked everything that he had showed me, but I still wasn’t a hundred percent convinced.. It would take me a couple days to decide on everything and fully commit to all of this, unless Isaiah would use his gift of persuasion and I didn’t doubt he’d be able to convince me tonight, if he wanted to. 


We went home to eat dinner, putting August down for a nap on the couch as Isaiah and I ate together and talked more about Cybal and how much we enjoyed her. After our dinner and cleaning up, however, Isaiah seemed to be a little.. Different. It seemed like the more we talked good about Cybal, which is something I thought he’d like to hear coming from me since I’ve been difficult in choosing a surrogate, the more he seemed to give me fake smiles and empty words. What changed, all of a sudden?

“You okay?” I asked, watching him wash the dishes and he looked at me with a smile and a nod, but I didn’t believe him, “What’s wrong..?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” he answered simply.

“I know when you’re lying to me,” I stated with a smirk and I watched him finishing the dishes and turning the water off.

“Oh you do, do you? I didn’t know you were a physical therapist by day, polygraph machine by night,” he joked as he dried his hands.


“You got quieter as dinner went on, not to mention you’ve had this gloomy look on your face the entire time you cleaned the dishes,” I pointed out.

“It’s really nothing, Oliver, it’s just-” He began, but stopped, “It’s nothing.. Do you want any dessert? I think there’s still some pie in the fridge,” he tried to change the subject, but I stopped him from opening it by standing in front of it.

“Please, tell me what it is..”

“I’m just being stupid, don’t worry about it..” He tried to reassure me, but it didn’t work.

“I’m not going to ask again,” I spoke sternly, knowing just from the look in his eyes that he knew there was no use trying to hide it anymore.


“Can I ask you something?” He wondered and I nodded, “How attracted to Jody were you? What made you like her at first?” He asked and that was the last question I ever thought would come from his mouth.

“Uhm.. I-I don’t know.. She was just.. A short, blonde haired, blue-eyed girl, like how most of the girls around here look. She was just cute and I liked her, but her showing me her true colors is what made her hideous.. It might be one of the reasons, too, why I’m okay with moving.. Every girl here looks like her and I’m reminded of her a lot,” I replied and he nodded.

“What about Cybal?”

“What about her..?”


“You think she’s attractive, right?” He asked and I grew confused.

“You said so many times earlier that you weren’t thinking things like this.. Why do you keep asking that? ..Are you really that jealous or something?”

“No.. Well, I don’t know.. You seemed to be getting really flustered around her, that’s all..”

“Sorry, I just kind of get a little nervous around pretty girls, even you still make me nervous, too, though.. Don’t look into it that hard,” I tried to ease his worry.

“See? It’s stupid, I’m being stupid.. It’s nothing, so let’s just drop it,” he answered and I could tell that he was worried about something, but I couldn’t tell exactly what it was, or why he was even jealous.


“Isaiah, what’s really on your mind?” I asked, noticing him shut down a little and I grew worried, this wasn’t like him at all.

I watched as he stepped over towards the counter, leaning back against it, “Well, don’t you miss it?”

“Miss what..?”

“I don’t know.. I guess, being inside someone?” He continued and I felt my cheeks get warm.


“To be honest, I don’t really think about it..”



“Not even with me?” He implied and my cheeks grew warmer.

“I-I mean.. It’s not like I’ve never thought about it, it’s just.. Not really that important to me-”

“I’d let you, if you wanted to,” he blurt out and I cleared my throat a little roughly.. I wasn’t expecting this kind of conversation.


“It.. It’s not about that.. This is really what’s bothering you? Because if you’re worried about that, then that is really stupid and you should just stop,” I advised and Isaiah sighed softly.

“So, you’d tell me if you ever wanted to, right?”

“Of course.. Listen.. I look at an attractive woman like I look at a painting, I feel what I feel, but I don’t look at them and immediately think, ‘man, I want to fuck her’.. I only think that when I look at you.”

“I’m not a her..” He said with a sour face.


“You know what I mean, so stop deliberately trying to make this a fight,” I replied with a little warning, “And what about you? Just ’cause I happen to like both doesn’t mean I want both, I want you.. Don’t you think I get a little uneasy like you do when I see attractive guys pass you by and think that you might want to do the same thing to them that you do to me? It’s human nature, it’s jealously, a self-conscious fear, but it doesn’t make it true just because we think it..” I continued and he gave me a concerned expression, reaching forward to grab my hand.


“I never think that, I only want you.”

“And it’s the same for me, so why is this bothering you?” I asked with frustration.

“Because.. I only like men, but you like both.. It’s like having twice the competition, therefore twice the worry,” he continued and I thought he was acting ridiculous.

“Why the hell are you worried? I married you, you don’t have to compete with anyone because I’m already yours.. If I ever wanted to do, well.. That.. Then I’d want to with you, no one else, and with no one else but you in mind, understand?” I stressed and I watched him smirk.


“Let’s do it now, then,” he implied and I felt my face grow hot immediately.

“W-What? Why? No.. August is in the other room and I’m not in the mood,” I replied bashfully.

“Since when are you not in the mood? And we can wait until later, after we put him down in his crib. Let’s just do it-”

“No, I don’t want to,” I replied, pulling away from him and going to leave the kitchen, but he stopped me by grabbing my wrist.

“Oliver, wait! Why? Why can’t you do that with me?”


“Because!” I replied harshly, pulling my wrist from his grip and facing him, “You’re just being insecure and I feel like this is just your way of telling me that if there’s ever a girl I want to have sex with, I can just do it with you while I think of her or something, but I don’t want to think of anyone else when I’m doing that with you, so it’s just not important to me.. I’m not going to use you as my own person fuck-doll or something while I think about someone else! Just stop thinking about it and get over the fact that I could care less.. Seeing you like this is really a turn-off because you’re so worried of me thinking of women instead of you when it’s not even like that at all, and it never has been!”


“Yeah, Cybal is gorgeous, that’s what this is all about, right? You’re jealous? You want to make me happy? But I don’t want to have sex her, and I don’t want to fuck you just because you think I’m deprived of being with a woman, but I’m not.. I don’t give a shit about that.. I obviously like what we do together in bed and I’m perfectly fine with sticking with it, you’re the only person I ever want to do that with, you’re the one that got me to like what we do so much in the first place, anyways, so why does it have to change now?” I asked, seeing Isaiah’s expression full of guilt and hearing August beginning to make a fuss for attention in the living room, most likely waking up from me raising my voice, “You’re being completely ridiculous.. Just drop it, all right?” I finished, leaving the kitchen angry and going to get August.


I picked up August from the couch, holding him close and calming him as I brought him upstairs to his bedroom. After changing him into his pajamas, I thought playing something with him would help me relax a little, “Wanna play something? Hmm? How about we play with your blocks, would you like that?” I asked, bringing him over towards them and setting him down, then sitting across from him on the other side, “Which one goes into here?” I asked, pointing to the square hole and waiting for him to pick the right block, watching him pick up a triangle and hitting it against the wood.


No, no, no, try this one,” I corrected, pointing to the square and he picked that one up instead, putting it to the hole and it fell in with ease, “Good job, Augie!” I expressed happily and he giggled with joy, clapping his tiny hands. August always cheered me up, even if I was still thinking about what Isaiah had said and dwelling on it, spending time with August helped me calm down a lot so whenever I’d eventually face Isaiah again, I’d be able to with a calmed demeanor. 


Eventually, after a while of spending time with August and Isaiah never coming upstairs to spend time with us, it reached his bedtime and I noticed his eyelids getting heavier, picking him up within my arms and I bounced and rocked him gently so he would fall asleep easier. As I stood there, staring at him for a long moment, I couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky I was to have all that I did, and especially knowing I was going to have so much more in the near future. Just the idea of having more children was beginning to sound more and more temping and I daydreamed a little about the house Isaiah had showed me today.


After putting August down in his crib and shutting off the lights in his room, making sure to leave on a nightlight, I walked down the hallway and noticed that it was dark downstairs, knowing then that Isaiah was in our room and most likely either in bed or on the patio and I was a little nervous to face him after what we had discussed.. I knew he had felt bad from how he had acted earlier and even I felt bad for what I had said to him, but it was the truth and I really wished he wouldn’t be so worried about my preference in genders.. I never thought it was an issue until now, especially after hearing him tell me all day today that he wasn’t jealous, but in the end, that’s exactly what he was.. Worried, and jealous.


When I entered the room, I noticed that Isaiah wasn’t in bed, nor was he in the bathroom, but when I noticed his wedding ring sitting on the dresser in the spot we always left them in so we wouldn’t lose them while we slept, I knew he was up here and he hadn’t left the condo. When I looked towards the patio, the door was open a little and although I couldn’t see out onto the dark patio, I knew he was out there. I contemplated going to bed and leaving him alone, feeling that he needed to apologize to me instead of the other way around, but I hated going to bed feeling like this, like we weren’t okay.. So, after changing out of my clothes into something to sleep in and after removing my wedding ring, too, to place next to his for safe keeping, I made my way towards the patio and stepped outside.


Isaiah’s POV



Man, did I feel like such an asshole as I watched Oliver leave the kitchen, wanting to stop him and talk to him more, but I knew he needed to tend to August and by his tone of voice, I knew he didn’t want to talk to me anymore. I knew I’d only make him more angry, too, so I didn’t stop him. I made a complete fool of myself.. He probably thinks I’m such an idiot, and he’s not wrong, either. I didn’t understand his logic, really, or even really knew what he liked at all. I knew he liked women, I knew he liked me, but did he like only me, or men in general, as well? I had never asked him so specifically before.


After I had watched him leave the kitchen, the frog in my throat, as well as my shame, keeping me from stopping him, I peaked out into the living room and watched him leave to go upstairs with August. After I had then heard August’s bedroom door close, I went to the wine rack, removing a glass as well as my favorite bottle of wine and I poured myself a drink, knowing that whenever these little arguments of ours started, they’d last about an hour or two until we’d talk things out, so I took that time to enjoy, or try to enjoy, a glass of wine in hoping it would make me feel a little better while I gave Oliver the ‘alone’ time I knew he needed. I didn’t do much at all for a long while, mostly just standing by myself in the kitchen, listening to the television in the other room that was still on the kids channel as I sipped my wine and I kept repeating over and over in my head how stupid I was being.. How paranoid and diffident I was being.. He doesn’t hate me for this, does he?


When about an hour had passed of me dwelling on what Oliver and I had argued about, I finished my small glass of wine, washing out the glass I had used and putting the bottle back into the rack, then shutting off all the lights and went upstairs. I walked down the hallway towards August’s room, putting my ear against the door and I could hear Oliver reading to our little man, knowing he was trying to get him ready for bed, or at least tire him out, and instead of coming inside to wish August goodnight, I left them alone, walking to our bedroom to get ready for bed. 


I first took off my wedding ring, setting it safely on the dresser and I changed into comfortable sweatpants, removing my jacket and button up shirt, as well, to get ready for bed, but I still wasn’t tired yet.. How could I sleep after what happened? I stepped out onto the back porch, leaving the door open a little and I stepped up to the ledge, looking down at the empty courtyard below me and I sighed heavily, hating that this entire time Oliver and I had been in a bad position and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep until we fixed this. I knew I needed to apologize, I knew I needed to admit defeat because I was in the wrong, I knew I was, but I still didn’t really understand why. I felt that when I had offered for him to have sex with me in a fashion that he had never partaken in before brought up something in him that made him more uncomfortable.. Maybe it was because I pushed it on him, maybe it was because he was just nervous, but maybe it was because I really was jealous and he didn’t like how desperate I was being. I had never been with a woman before and I never really wanted to be, but I hated knowing that he liked women still when I was a man. I hated knowing I didn’t have something that he liked, so I thought the least I could do was give him that chance to feel what I knew he liked with whatever I had, so I offered being the bottom for once. Sadly, he didn’t take it well at all, which only confused me more.


I eventually made my way over towards the hanging chairs and I sat there for about another half hour before I had heard any sign of life from Oliver. From the patio door being open, I heard him come into our bedroom and I peaked over my shoulder through the window to see him looking for something, most likely for me, which made me feel only a tiny bit better, but I couldn’t help but think, too, that he was just looking for me so he could figure out how to avoid me. I watched through the window as he changed out of his clothes into more comfortable ones, but I felt a little like a pervert as I watched him without him knowing, even though he was my husband.. I guess I more so felt like I didn’t deserve to look at him, that I didn’t deserve someone so perfect, especially after how I had treated him.. I was so disappointed in myself, he didn’t deserve any of this, and I didn’t deserve him


When he had looked over towards the windows and the patio, I quickly looked away from him so he didn’t know I had been watching him, a few seconds later hearing him open the patio door and I raised my gaze from the floor up towards him, but then straight back down to the ground immediately in shame. I wasn’t ready to face him yet, I still hated myself and how I had handled things earlier, so I was ultimately just completely embarrassed by how I had acted and I didn’t even know where to start by apologizing.


I watched him from the corner of my eye, seeing him step up to the ledge and knowing he had his back to me, I looked up more, my eyes traveling up and down him, trying to decipher from his body language if he was still angry, as well as just admiring him in general. I had noticed he had lost quite a bit of weight, or at least some of his muscle definition, since he hadn’t kept up with his swimming during the past year or so and he looked so much smaller than I was used to.. I hadn’t really noticed all that much until now.. His frame still had some muscle to it, but he was so much skinnier than I remembered, his body curved in ways I had never seen before and I wondered briefly if this is what it might feel like to look at a woman’s delicate frame and admire it, to lust after it, but in the end, it still didn’t make a difference.. He was still a man and I still loved his broad, masculine body. I loved the curves of his shoulder blades, the small dimples on either side of his spine near his tailbone, his slender neck, his-


“I think August would’ve liked to have had his father tell him goodnight before he went to bed,” he pointed out, blindsiding me from my thoughts.

“He did,” I replied, but after I had answered, I knew that was a stupid thing to say.

“Hmph..” Is all he responded with and I was already off to a bad start.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to come into his room and possibly wake him up more when you were trying to get him to sleep,” I corrected myself and Oliver didn’t respond, “Is he asleep now?”

“Yup..” He answered blandly.

“Did he give you any trouble?”

“Nope..” He answered again just as blandly, knowing he was keeping his answers short and I knew then that he was still angry with me. I knew, too, that I needed to apologize as soon as possible, or else these bland words from the love of my life would eventually kill me inside.


Just from his tone, I knew he was pissed, but I had never seen him like this before.. So serious.. When he looked over his shoulder towards me after a long moment of silence, his brow was furrowed and just his eyes alone, even in this dim lighting, they told me that he was displeased, but more importantly, he looked disappointed.. I couldn’t stand the thought of him being disappointed in me.

“I’m.. I’m sorry, Oliver,” I spoke quietly and I knew I reeked of defeat, the air hanging thick around us, but I hoped he could tell just from my voice how desperate I was to get him back on my side, “I don’t- I-I just.. I can’t explain why this is bothering me so much..” I admitted.


“How long has it been bothering you?” He asked and I was nervous to tell him the truth, but I did, anyways.

“Ever since we met,” I replied and I could tell he was a little shocked by my answer, “I knew you were straight, or at least I knew you’d never been with a guy before, but.. It’s stupid, I know, I just can’t stop thinking about how you might miss it or something, ’cause I know would if I had experienced it and liked it..”

“You’ve never been with a woman?” He asked and I shook my head ‘no’.

“Never wanted to be, really, or ever felt the urge to be.. There’s just always been one thing on my mind as far as relationships, and that’s men. You like what you like, you know?” asked rhetorically, “I want to give you everything, Oliver, and the fact that I can’t drives me crazy.. I guess I just don’t like feeling that you might not want this anymore eventually, like you’ll get bored of me or something because I don’t have something that you like, so what I was trying to do for you earlier was trying my best to do that for you with what I had,” I continued and I heard him chuckle, something that through me completely off, “What’s funny?” I asked a little defensively.


“Guess how many women I’ve been with..” He encouraged and I was a little surprised, actually, that we had never talked about this before.

“Uhm, I don’t know.. Five? Ten?”

“Two,” he answered, “Now guess how many times I’ve had sex, just in general, with those women,” he continued and I shrugged.

“I, uh.. I don’t know, Oliver..”

“Two.. Two times, once with each,” he answered and I was a little shocked.


Now, how many times have we had sex?” He asked, and even in this lighting, I knew he could tell I was a little flustered, a smirk on my lips just by the thought of us together.

“Countless times,” I answered, knowing now where he was trying to go with this.

“Yeah, countless times.. So, what does that say about me?” He asked.

“That you like having sex with me?” I replied and he rolled his eyes accompanied by a smile on his lips.


“Well, yeah.. But, I also love you.. You’re the only one I want to do that with now, you’re the only one I want to be with, and honestly, I haven’t had enough of a woman to even get a chance to enjoy it like how I enjoy it with you. Sure, women are something different than you and I thought I wanted that, and yeah, it felt good, but the first time was awkward, and the second time, well, you know.. But, that doesn’t mean I miss it, I just found something else that I like better, and that’s you,” he tried to explain.

“So, you like women, but as far as men goes, it’s just me?” I guessed and he smirked.

“It doesn’t matter.. You’re what I like, you’re special,” he replied and I chuckled.

“Honestly, it’s still a little confusing, but I guess I get it..”

“It’s like you said before, you like what you like. I still find some women beautiful and attractive, sure, but that’s how I feel when I look at you, too.. I think it’s just more like I found the love of my life in someone I least expected to and I want nothing more than to spend every waking moment with that person, no matter where we are or what we’re doing.. Genders don’t matter, Isaiah, you matter,” he answered and I couldn’t help but smile. He was so sweet, even when I was in the wrong and I thought I should’ve been scolded more for what I did, he was still so sweet to me, which made me feel even worse for treating him how I did.


I stood from the hanging chair, walking over towards him and I reached to touch his face, You’re beautiful,” I expressed and he turned his attention away from me.

“Don’t call me that..” He replied in embarrassment, but I pulled his gaze back towards me.

“You are, and I love you so much. I’m so sorry for earlier.. I’m actually glad we talked about it, though, because I never would’ve known any of this and I’d still be sulking if I didn’t know exactly how you felt,” I continued and he smiled softly.

“I love you, too, and I forgive you,” he replied and I was relieved to hear it, “After talking about this, too, I don’t need any more time to decide.. I’m ready for all of this, it makes me want it even more now.. Moving, a new neighborhood, kids.. Everything.. As long as it’s with you,” he continued, a wide smile stretching across my lips.


“Really?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yeah.. We should get that house, but sell the condo, so that way you’re forced to come back home to me if you ever have to come up here to deal with anything,” he made known with his cheeks blushing a little, happy to hear how he wasn’t okay at all with me being away for longer than needed.

“Anything you want, Oliver,” I happily agreed.

“And.. We should tell Cybal that we choose her, and you should buy that location for your new bar.. I think I’m really ready for all of this.. I don’t want to wait anymore,” He added and his words made me the happiest I had ever been, unable to keep myself from him and instantly pulling him into my lips.


Our kiss grew deeper, though it didn’t seem to go any further than that for a long while, simply enjoying each other’s lips for the longest time and I felt like this is exactly what we needed. Every single time that I thought we couldn’t get any better, each day proved that there was so much more to us than the day before and everything just seemed to click and fall into place as our lives went on. I wasn’t sure if I believed in fate or in destiny, but my love for this place when I was a kid brought me back to it when I was older and I was lucky enough to open my bar just before Thanksgiving.. I was lucky that Oliver chose my bar to come to and sulk about his unfortunate encounter with his uncle, I was lucky that he ‘lost’ my number and came back to get it again, I was lucky that he came back to me after I had scared him away by kissing him only the second time we met.. Maybe fate, maybe destiny, I don’t know, maybe things just happened for a reason, but whatever it was, I was seriously the luckiest man in the entire world.

Author’s Note:

I, by no means, am fluent in Spanish. I took German in high school, instead XD I used google translator and I don’t know how reliable it is, so forgive me if some of the Spanish is butchered or incorrect LOL Also, if anyone has seen the TV series Modern Family, I molded Cybal after the character Gloria from that show, so that should give you a good picture of how she acts and talks. And yeah, I know Gloria is from Colombia and not Spain XD but Spain is one of my favorite countries that I want to visit someday, so I chose that instead.