Everything is going really well at work, for the both of us. Pretty quickly, we manage to save up enough to actually re-do the whole home. And it becomes unrecognizable.
The inside is pretty dark, but that’s the way we like it. We see the computer screens better that way. It’s called being nerds.
It’s fun, but also classy, and unique, and we love it.
Stylish and comfy gaming spot. Mostly important for Hugo, who wants to try his hand at streaming games.
And what do we do after going through the effort of re-decoration a whole apartment? That’s RIGHT! We Sleep! And cuddle. The cuddling part is important.
Little peak into someone else’s lives! Charlotte and Shanna now in the Fashion District of San Myshuno, in an apartment tower. According to them, their flat is small, and nowhere near as glamorous as the Fashion District stereotypes, but their view is to die for.
Shanna jokes that their building is so tall, they can see my home from theirs. Well, I don’t know if she’s joking. She just might be telling the truth, actually.
What surprises me more is that somehow, Charlotte convinced Shanna to actually have a bright pink bedroom.
If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
And that’s nothing compared to the room Charlotte has re-purposed as her “office”, aka her wardrobe, and the place where she designs her looks. She does work in the industry after all.
The girls and I went out together tonight. It brought back many memories of that one last time before we moved out, after Shanna’s break-up. We went to Windenburg this time, at the club in front of the library where we graduated.
Getting together again is awesome. I can tell them about my engagement face to face, and Charlotte tells us about her glamorous job at Pizzazz Magazine. Shanna is a journalist now, but she tells us she’s been thinking about getting into politics.
Marie doesn’t talk much. We manage to pull it out of her that she and Romain are trying to make a break into the music industry. It’s clear from her tone that she’d rather change the subject, so we do.
In any case, we can’t afford to mess up our sleep cycle as we used to, so by 1AM we leave the club and head back home.
Windenburg by night! We all agreed on going someplace “new”. And by new, I mean, not our usual spots. there is nothing new about the center of Windenburg.
Do you become more comfortable in older neighborhoods the older you get? Naaaaah…
I missed the girls. Hopefully we can hang again soon.
We were going to actually turn this apartment into a place where you’d sort of want to live.
Of course we need to start with a good breakfast to gather our forces.
Pancakes. Pancakes are the best breakfast.
And then we change into old clothes, and we get painting.
In Hugo’s clothes, that just means putting on normal clothes, but you get the point.
It’s worthy to mention that we did invest some of the money from our recent job promotions into a high-quality, fancy bed. It looked so out of place in that bare, boring, sad room.
Painting the walls blue. Hugo is as clumsy as I am, so… many covers on the floor.
I finally unboxed the painting Grandma made me. It used to be in my room at the Air Complex. Somehow having it in this room helps complete the home.
Why are we both painting the same wall? WHO KNOWS.
And this is how you get a comfy room to sleep in. With a slight fresh paint smell.
And Hugo has already managed to leave his clothes where they do not belong.
It’s been some weeks now. We are still shaken by this whirlpool that shook our routine, but we’ve been supporting each other. We’ve grown closer. Been kind to ourselves and each other.
We haven’t socialized with other people in a long time, but it’s in each other that we take solace at the moment. So when Hugo proposes that we order take-out and have a candlelit “date” on our floor, I don’t think anything is odd about it.
The food is tasty, the ambiance soft, warm, and sets a special kind of mood.
As it turns out, this was sort of what Hugo was going for.
We’re cuddling on the bed, when I hear him take a deep breath, then sink to the floor in front of me, on one knee.
Hugo giving himself a pep-talk in the mirror before going to get our food.
While he’s out, I take my daily half-hour of pouring my feelings out into my faithful diary.
The remnants of our dinner abandoned on the floor, we go to the couch and prepare to digest the excess of calories.
I digest better with a good cup of tea. Hugo knows; he prepared one for me. Love, people.
And then…
He tells me maybe we weren’t ready for a three-people family yet; but we can already be a family, just the two of us. And then, out of the pocket of his stained pajamas, he pulls a beautiful golden ring, and pops the question.
Our choice was taken away that morning, at 6AM, when a violent pain the lower abdomen woke me up crying.
Hugo drove me to the hospital. Doubled down in pain during the whole trip there, I already knew.
It was never our plan to start a family so soon, but somehow it hurt just the same. Just like we didn’t expect to find out I was pregnant, we didn’t expect it to end like this either. The doctor said it was very common so early into it, and I knew it too.
Didn’t stop me from being stunned.
Legasimmer here: after forgetting the 10% chance of pregnancy from regular woohoo, I had forgotten putting the miscarriage mod inside my game. This playthrough was a rollercoaster.
It’s a delicate subject and I didn’t take any screenshots of Azalea with the sad moodlet; I don’t think I would have posted them anyway.
We stay in again that night, and we talk. For hours on end. The good, and the bad, what we can do and what we won’t, everything about every choice that we have.
In the end, the outcome seems clear to us. It took us until dawn to figure it out, but it is clear. We finally get to bed and sleep a more serene sleep.
Canned soup and hugs for dinner. We’re both wearing our most comfortable jammies, because for this type of conversation, you might as well.
We’re honest with each over, and cover very point we can think of, and we drink a lot of hot cocoa.
And then as the sun rises, we agree that however tough things might get, we’ll be there for each other.
Hugo has a day off, so in the morning he kisses me goodbye, wishes me good luck, and as soon as he sees me disappearing into the subway, he gets to work.
Later he explains that while the news upset us both, he wanted to make things easier for me, so that when I came home that evening I’d come home to a home.
So he finishes assembling our furniture, goes downstairs to the Spice Market to find some hidden treasures in the mysterious boxes that keep popping into existence, and he decorates accordingly. He even gets a potted plant to bring some greenery into the flat.
He also tells me that it’s helped both keep his mind busy and reflect on some things.
Smug look around the room for Hugo.
Very, very smug.
Our work area, looking more like a work area and less like, well, boxes and pillows on the floor.
He intercepts me as soon as I step off the elevator.
And pulls me into a hug. At this point, I’m already wondering what he’s burnt.
Not only has nothing burnt up, but I get a back rub. And I love the new decoration.
You don’t expect to be the one unlucky soul out of a hundred. Well, surprise.
Creating a three-people family was nowhere in our year-plan. We’d never even decided on when we might start to consider it. We both wanted to focus on our careers, and our dreams first.
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