*Warning: As usual, rated for uncensored bad language.*
_~…~_
Sunset Valley still looked exactly
the same as she remembered.
The waterfall still drummed into
the lake beside the house, and the house was the same as in her memories. The
trampoline she and her siblings had used as children still stood on the same
place, and her mom’s garden with its garden gnomes still looked the same.
The lights in the house were
turned on, and they were still as welcoming as always.
Everything were still the same, but
she had changed. Tightly contained inside her, she could feel her magic
burning, and her stomach turned a bit at the feel of the force that she was no
longer accustomed to feeling. There was an incredible wrongness in the air that she only now could identify as the
Balance that was out of sync.
This was most definitely not her
home anymore.
She took a moment to study her
childhood home before her feet started moving.
Would her family listen to her?
She knew how crazy it sounded. Different dimensions, magical worlds,
supernatural beings…she would sound like someone speaking madness. Would they
even be willing to hear her out? After all, she’d disappeared without warning.
Turning up like this out of the blue…would they even believe it was her?
But there was no evading the task.
Not if she wanted her family to live.
They looked just like in her
dream. They were all there, sitting in the living room and talking. She
couldn’t detect any tension. Did Arienne and Renard make up, after all?
She raised her hand to ring the
doorbell, but her hand fell short. She didn’t know how to face them. How could
she possibly explain why she'd disappeared so abruptly?
Inside the house, Renard turned
ever-so-slightly, and Lyra saw the exact moment he noticed her standing there
like a statue.
His eyes widened, and she saw him
whisper a word. Impossible. Then he
was out if his chair and he jerked open the door, staring at her with
disbelief. Against her will, tears welled up in her eyes.
Keeper, she’d missed him.
“Lyra.” His voice was a reverent
whisper, like he couldn’t believe she was really standing there, and he
collapsed against the doorframe as relief sapped him of his strength. Behind
him, the others had all left their chairs and they, too, stared at her with
utter disbelief on their faces.
“Renard,” she returned, giving him a feeble
smile. As if the word released him from his stupor, Renard finally acted,
throwing his arms around her and pulling her into a close embrace.
“Dammit Lyra, where have you been?” he asked her, his voice filled with relief
and desperation.
She snorted, suddenly aware again
of just how absurd her story was, even though it was the truth.
“I don’t think you’d believe me if
I told you,” she admitted quietly before pulling away and smiling
apologetically at him. “May I come in?”
The question caused him to huff in
amusement, and he gave her a soft smile before standing aside.
“As if you need to ask,” he
scolded her lightly. “This is your home as much as it’s ours.”
Not anymore, she thought sadly, but how could she possibly explain
that? Instead she merely smiled and entered the house. What followed was a
flurry of hugs and emotions as everyone welcomed her back and rejoiced in their
reunion.
“So where have
you been?” Arienne asked after things had calmed down, and they were all
sitting with a cup of coffee around the dining table. “And why did you go off on
your own without at least letting us
know? We couldn’t even contact you – you left your phone behind.”
She left more than just her phone
behind, but that wasn’t the point. Lyra played with her mug, wondering where to
begin. How could she even begin to
explain the unbelievable account of events that had happened to her?
“I didn’t exactly have a choice,” she finally
admitted. “It happened by accident, and by the time we realised…” She trailed
off, remembering the events that had followed. That had been the first time she'd
met Blaise.
Her family were still waiting for
her to continue, so she took a deep breath and tried again.
“I heard Charlotte singing,” she
explained, “and when I went to investigate, she had opened a Rift. It pulled us
through, and…”
“You jumped worlds,” her mom
completed the sentence for her, to Lyra’s utter surprise. “The way Charlotte’s
brother had.”
“Yes,” Lyra agreed bluntly. “We jumped worlds.
I’ve been living there since then.”
It was clearly too far-fetched for
Arienne to believe.
“What are you talking about?” she demanded crossly. “’Jumped
worlds’? ‘Rifts’? You’re talking science-fiction, Lyra. If you don’t want to tell us what happened,
then don’t, but don’t lie to us.”
“I’m not lying,” Lyra retorted, annoyed. “I know it sounds crazy,
believe me, I know, but it is the
truth.” She shook her head, ever aware of the task she had come to complete.
“But that’s not why I’m here. I came to warn you.”
So she told them everything: about
the Balance, the potion, the task the Keeper had given her, and what would
happen if they didn’t agree. It was still not enough.
“Listen to yourself!” Arienne
exploded once Lyra finished her explanation. “Do you really believe all that
crap? You come waltzing in here after five
years and expect us to drop everything we have to run off with you to some
kind of weird place because something from a fairy-tale is going to kill us if we don’t? Get real.”
Keeper, her sister was stubborn. And yet, she could see Renard
wasn’t convinced either.
“It is the truth!” Lyra insisted again, and to her surprise, her mom
spoke up.
“I believe you.” At Arienne’s
disbelieving exclamation, she elaborated. “The Keeper is real. I’ve met him before. On…that night.” She didn’t elaborate on which night she meant, but she
didn’t have to. In this family, there was only one night they ever referred to
as that night. “He warned me then,
that we’ve been meddling with things beyond our understanding, and that there
was a price to be paid. I’m guessing this is that price.”
And wow, Lyra hadn’t known that. Or had she? She had a clear memory of
the Keeper standing over her mom, warning her, and yet Lyra couldn't remember that ever happening. She must have witnessed it in a dream. The Keeper must have shown her in a dream.
“Are you serious, Mom?” Arienne
asked disbelievingly.
“Dead serious,” Chantia confirmed.
“So I am inclined to listen to Lyra, and leave.
I don’t believe in coincidences, and for us to receive a warning so soon after
Mia’s entire family line has been wiped out in that horrible fire…it might be
better to give her the benefit of the doubt.”
It didn’t take much more than that
to convince Arienne and Renard. Their mom had had a lot more experience with
the unnatural and paranormal through her many years of being a ghost hunter. If
she agreed with Lyra on something
like that, it meant more than likely it was true.
Ingrid, Renard’s wife, took a lot
more convincing than that, but in the end, she agreed. The safety of her
daughter was more important to her than anything else, and if her husband
believed their child might be in danger in they stayed, then she wasn’t going
to argue. She trusted him more than that.
Arienne, Lyra discovered with
shock, was no longer married. Despite trying for years, they had simply been
unable to make it work. The last straw had been when they discovered Arienne
was unable to have children, and not long after that, they filed the official
divorce papers.
“It’s all ancient history,”
Arienne easily assured Lyra. “It’s been several years, so it doesn’t bother me
anymore. But it did help to remind me just how important family is. Renard…I
was angry with Renard for so long, I never realised he was hurting as much as I
was. But even though I was so horrible to him, he was still there for me
when…things went bad. I guess despite everything that happens or have happened,
we’ll always be family.”
Knowing they were running out of
time, Arienne and Renard went back to their homes to pack the necessities while
Lyra helped her mother pack. There were a lot of sentimental items and
memorabilia that Chantia was unwilling to leave behind, and remembering how
much she herself had missed her things those first couple of years, Lyra helped
pack the items without complaint.
There were two items she grabbed
for herself, and when she finally held them again, she couldn’t help the tears
from welling up. They were safely packed into the chest her mom claimed once
belonged to her grandmother.
One hour later, Lyra followed
Alison’s instructions and attempted to open the Rift. She half-expected it to
fail, but her relief the Rift immediately sprang into existence. Lyra gestured
her family through and with one last look at her childhood home with all its
precious memories, Lyra stepped through.
Sunset Valley would not see her
again.
_~…~_
“Welcome back,” Alison greeted
Lyra amicably the moment she stepped out of the Rift. Beside her, Lyra’s family
was standing around, staring at their surroundings with wonder. Little Alexa
had her face buried in Renard’s shoulder, clearly overwhelmed by everything
she’d gone through. “You made good time, child. There’re still several hours
before the Moon sets. I trust you’ve explained everything to your family?”
“I have,” Lyra confirmed. “Well, everything
that’s important in anyway.”
“Good,” Alison approved. “In that
case, please show them to the guestrooms so they can get some rest for
whatever’s left of the night. You’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning for
Moonlight Falls. I dislike having a child that young on the island.” She turned
to leave, but Lyra interrupted her.
“Wait, you don’t need to ‘vet and
test’ them?” Lyra asked suspiciously. She had been forced to stay on the island
for several years before being allowed to leave. Was it simply because they had
a child with them that her family was permitted to leave?
“Of course not,” Alison denied easily. “The
Keeper personally granted them access to this world. Now, if you’ll excuse me,
I need to go. I’ll see you in the morning.” With that she swiftly turned around
and left, leaving Lyra to guide her family through the base.
“What was that about?” Renard
asked quietly, trying not to wake Alexa who had finally fallen asleep, but his
eyes were worried. Probably because of that remark about Alison not liking
having children on the island.
“Howell Island is a bit like…the
gateway to the rest of this world,” Lyra tried to explain. “It’s fiercely
protected, and it can be a bit dangerous, but you’ll be safe here, and we’re
leaving early tomorrow, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
It was funny how much she looked
forward to going home again. She’d only been gone for one night, but she found
herself missing the routine of putting Reagan to bed and spending the rest of
the evening just relaxing with Blaise. Funny how her life had fallen into a
routine, and she loved it.
What happened to the girl who had
hated routine with all her being? She didn’t know. But she couldn’t deny that
she was genuinely happy with the way her life had turned out.
Renard still looked sceptical, but
to Lyra’s relief, he didn’t push further, accepting her answer at face value.
The next day they took the ferry,
and once again Lyra was forced to complete the tedious journey to Moonlight
Falls.
There were a lot more talking than
the previous time she did the journey, and by the time they pulled into the
town, Lyra once again knew everything that had happened in her family’s lives,
and they knew what had happened in hers. To find out that she was living with a
man and raising a child with him, even though it wasn’t their child, was the
most shocking thing that had been revealed. Her family had clearly not expected that.
Evening had once again fallen by
the time they arrived, so Lyra took her family to a hotel and after promising
to return in the morning, she returned home.
“What’d the Keeper want?” Blaise asked in lieu
of greeting her the moment she entered the house. His bluntness was comfortingly
familiar to Lyra, and with a smile she picked up the toddler demanding for her attention,
happy to be back home. It had been nice to see and catch up with her family,
but this was home. This was where she was at her happiest.
Her family settled quickly and
easily into Moonlight Falls. Renard, Arienne and Ingrid all managed to secure
jobs easily, and although her mom decided not to return to ghost hunting, her
years of experience were invaluable to the scientific community, so she
occasionally helped out at the science centre in return for pay. They would never again be as rich as they had
been in Sunset Valley, but they would be able to live comfortably. Renard and
Ingrid swiftly made friends with their neighbours, and Arienne even started
dating again.
They all made sure to stay in
contact and visit each other occasionally, but everyone had their own lives, so
in general, Lyra’s livelihood hadn’t really changed. The only real difference
was that she had her family back, and the precious camera her dad had given her
had gained a place of honour on her bedside table, next to her favourite photo
of her and her dad.
Winter eventually gave way to
spring, and with it came a steady drizzle of rain that swiftly melted the snow.
The thick layer of snow that had persisted through the winter had made sparring
too difficult and dangerous, so with the arrival of spring came the return of
Lyra and Blaise’s sparring sessions. Blaise trained a lot more than Lyra did,
clearly restless and chafing at the fact that he couldn’t truly fight anymore, so it wasn’t an unusual
sight to see him out in the yard, perfecting his technique as a way to keep
active.
Lyra herself picked up jogging as
a hobby, enjoying the more physical way of getting out and around in town, but
one day she just could not drag
herself out of bed for her daily jogging session.
“Keeper, I feel terrible,” she moaned to herself, groaning at the
sunlight streaming through the window. Blaise’s side of the bed was empty, so
there was no one to hear her complaints. She felt like she was being sapped of
all her energy, and her stomach kept churning around with nausea. She wanted
nothing more than to stay in bed, but she had a photoshoot scheduled for the
day, so there was no way she could stay home. They needed the money.
She felt a bit better after a
shower, but half-way through the photoshoot, her stomach started churning
again. It made her cranky and irritable, and her work wasn’t quite the same
quality she normally turned out. She didn’t even make it home before her body
rebelled and she had to empty her stomach of its contents. She felt better
afterwards, so she blamed it on something she ate and vowed to double-check the
ingredients in the fridge when she returned home.
The next morning, she felt well
enough to go jogging again, but she kept feeling tired and halfway through her
routine she gave it up. To top things off, the nausea of the previous morning
made a return. She could not figure
it out. Nothing in the fridge was spoiled, and neither Blaise nor Reagan were
sick, so it couldn’t have been something she ate. It could be a stomach bug, but her magic was feeling all wonky, and
she…didn’t…
Her thoughts trailed off as she
remembered the last time she heard those words. Hadn’t Sionann used those exact
words to describe how she knew she was…?
No. Oh no. It couldn’t be. No way. She and Blaise were careful. They never did anything without
protection. It couldn’t be possible.
But there was that one time the…
Oh Keeper no.
There was only one way to know for
sure.
“Don’t change, don’t change, don’t change,
don’t change,” she repeated over and over as she watched the pregnancy test,
waiting for it to show a result, but her heart sank right to the bottom of her
shoes when that dreaded second line appeared. She took another test to make
sure, but the result stayed the same.
She was pregnant. Despite all the promises she
made to herself and all the precautions she took, she was pregnant. This could not
be happening.
What the hell was she going to
do?! She didn’t want to be pregnant. She wasn’t interested in having kids. Sure, they were already raising a kid
together, and yes, she adored him to bits, but she did not want to give birth. She was going to become the size of a
whale and pee like a horse and waddle like a duck and…
Why the hell did their
contraception have to fail at such a crucial moment?!
She needed out. She was not ready to
have that conversation with Blaise.
But he was in the living room with
Reagan, being all encouraging and patient and daddy-like and her damn hormones
were already cooing over how cute it was. It wasn’t cute. Blaise didn’t do cute. He was strong and gruff and
blunt and definitely not cute. But
try telling that to her hormones.
“I’m going out,” she informed him
irritably before fleeing the house. She did not
want to think about children or Blaise being all dad-like at the moment.
There would be enough time for that later.
Right now, she needed something
strong to drink, and since her preferred beverage was no longer an option,
she’d settle for coffee. Strong, rich, bitter
as hell coffee.
Half a cup of coffee later, she
was a bit more ready to contemplate her condition, and what it would mean for
the future. It wasn’t going to be that bad. They were already raising a child
together – one more wouldn’t make such a big difference. Never mind the fact
that it was going to destroy her body and mean several months of hell, followed by more pain and misery, but there was nothing she could do about it.
As much as she didn’t want it to, it had
happened, so the best she could do was accept it and move on.
She was going to become a mother.
What an absolutely terrifying sentence.
“Lyra? Can we talk?” She looked up, and met
her sister’s eyes. Arienne had an absolutely blank expression on her face, but
Lyra knew her well enough to read the shock in her eyes. Without a word she
waved her sister towards the seat and took another long and deep sip of coffee.
Arienne immediately sat down and wrapped her hands around her middle.
“Tell me your life is going better
than mine currently is,” Lyra asked her sister, moodily staring at her coffee.
“I need good news after the shitty morning I’ve had.”
Arienne pursed her lips, as if
she, too, would like good news.
“I wish I could, but,” she exhaled
nervously, “I’m having a bit of an issue that I don’t really know how to
solve.”
“Welcome to the club,” Lyra
muttered into her coffee, but she gestured at Arienne to continue. Arienne took
a deep breath and said the last words
Lyra had expected to hear.
“I’m pregnant.” Also the last ones
Lyra wanted to hear.
“I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do,”
Arienne pushed through, “because I’ve been told it’s impossible, but very clearly, something has changed, and I have no
idea how to tell the dad. We’ve only been together three months.”
With a gesture at Arienne to wait
for her, Lyra stood up without a word and walked over to the counter where she
bought both of them big slices of dessert. They were going to need lots and
lots of sugar to get through this.
“Eat up,” Lyra ordered her sister
and placed the plate down in front of her before returning to her own seat.
“Here’s to our lives being absolutely fucked up by babies.” She took a bite of
her chocolate brownie and it was the most marvellous thing she had tasted in
ages.
“Wait, our lives?” Arienne asked in confusion
before her eyes widened as she understood Lyra’s meaning. “You mean…?”
“Yep,” Lyra confirmed with a grin
that was more grimace than smile. “We’re in the same boat. Admittedly, I’ve
been with the dad for over three years,
not three months, but details. Neither of us want to be
pregnant right now.”
Arienne burst out laughing, and
Lyra replied with an answering grin. The situation definitely wasn’t ideal, but
it was a relief to know someone shared her feelings. Granted, she knew Arienne
actually wanted to be a mother, just
not yet, but it was still a relief being able to vent.
Several hours later, she was
finally ready to inform Blaise about his impending status of fatherhood. She
found him in the room he had set up as his working space, tinkering away on
some of the hardware of the machine he used for the majority of his research.
She had no idea what the machine did,
only that it had cost them a hell of
a lot of money, but that wasn’t why she was there.
“We need to talk,” she informed
him, watching him changing the wiring on the machine.
“Then talk,” he ordered her, not
looking up from his work. Lyra suppressed the tinge of irritation and tried
again.
“Blaise, we
need to talk,” she repeated empathetically, “and I’m not going to talk to
you while you’re trying to focus on not
getting shocked. So put down that damn screwdriver, and look at me.” Something in her tone
must’ve gotten through to him, as he sighed irritably and put the screwdriver
down before straightening and turning to her.
“What is it?” he asked with a scowl,
watching her with bored eyes, clearly waiting for her to finish so he could get
back to his work.
“I’m pregnant.” She said it like
ripping off a plaster, quickly and bluntly.
His eyebrows arched up. Whatever
he had thought she wanted to talk about, it clearly wasn’t that.
“Okay,” he allowed flatly, “that
hadn’t been planned.”
“No,” she agreed venomously. “It definitely had not been planned. If it depended on me, it would never have happened. But it did, so now
we have to bear the consequences.”
“Right,” he agreed flatly, and she could see
his thoughts turning as he tried to figure out what it would mean for their
future. Their most immediate concern was money. They were already just getting
by with their finances – another child would mean more expenses, and thus more
hours worked, but even then, it might not be enough. Blaise got paid only per
article of finished research, something that at times look a long time to
complete, and Lyra’s job was purely driven by demand. They’d have to cut on
their normal expenses.
Blaise tapped his fingers his arm
as he calculated the effects and the cuts they would have to make, but his
voice was still calm when he spoke again.
“Right,” he repeated. “We’ll make
it. It’ll be okay. We’ll have to start growing our food, and delve into our
savings, but we’ll be okay. We’ll make it. So, don’t worry about it.” He looked
back at her and his eyes softened when he noticed the worry on her face.
“Seriously, we’ll be fine. Just, take care of yourself, okay? I don’t want what
happened to Sionann to happen to you.”
Her stomach turned at the thought.
Pregnancy was already going to be hard enough without worrying about that.
“I will,” she promised earnestly.
“I’ll do everything possible to make sure it doesn’t happen. It’ll be okay.”
“It’ll be okay,” he agreed with
her, but he still pulled her into a hug, reminded of the fragility of life. His
arms were warm and safe, and for the first time, Lyra allowed herself to be a
little optimistic over the bundle of cells currently growing in her womb.
It wasn’t ideal, but they would be
okay. They were going to have a child, and that scared the shit out of her, but
they would be okay.
_~…~_
A/N: So, Renard and Arienne are finally also in the town, along with all
my legacy photos and items (and graves, but I’m still trying to figure out how
to fit that into the story) :D. And Lyra. *facepalm* She got pregnant literally
the first time she used Risky. I have my Risky chance set a bit higher (30%),
but normally it still takes a couple of tries before my sims get pregnant. But
I guess Lyra lives to disappoint. XD Anyway, final child for this generation is
on the way!
If anybody is wondering who
Arienne’s mystery baby daddy is, it’s Cyrus Sixkiller, from Sunny’s legacy. :)
I gave him a different hair and eye colour, but his features are still the
same. Arienne also has some pretty strong features, so I’m quite interested to
see how their child is going to turn out. :D
