May 2010

A Delicious Family - When he wants me, I can not

Sometimes I wonder whether it was the red hair, which he loved Christine, who really won. Or that look sad hidden in the bottom of the passionate eyes of Toby. However, it was still my mother, and I want to believe that the desire that had driven her to him, was generated from a mild feeling of love.

That week was not Franz. Not because they wanted to, but because my mother had asked him not to, saying they have a lot of work and apologized a thousand times. Maybe those "sorry", those "I'm sorry," were in fact referring to something much worse than she had done: a betrayal.

So between work and indecision, my mother was becoming increasingly stressed, was emaciated and had no desire to leave the house, and every week was a different excuse for not seeing Franz, and Toby had not done more to hear.
Sometimes, in desperation, gave him the blame for everything that had happened, but knew that if he had accepted his advances, it was for selfish reasons. If she had gone to bed with him, it was only because he wanted to feel what it feels like to fail in those eyes so clear, and yet so gloomy ... And I found out it was a wonderful feeling. Three months after

Christine opened the door of the bar, ignoring the noise and people close to the threshold she turned to look at her

deeper, to the bar, the sounds of ' entry were muffled by the music too loud, and the two were still sprawled on the table plain ignorant of the person who was walking quickly toward them.

Christine "What is this? A brothel? "

Blonde: Oh, Toby ... Your kisses drive me crazy ...

Toby: Good for you ... Because I do not know if you deserve more ...

Christine Toby, I have to talk to you. - I broke my mother, her voice firm. Inside her, however, the heart pounding, he felt that his knees were going to sell them, tears in his eyes, pushed to exit.
When Toby turned, alarmed by the tone, and especially the unmistakable timbre of his voice, struggled to maintain balance.

Toby: Oh c ** z ...

Two minutes later, he and Chris were sitting on a sofa while the girl he was courting a little before looking at them in anger. The reason why Christine was there it was obvious: the slight swelling of the abdomen announced it for her.

Toby knew he was really a moron for having sex with her in that way, impulsively and without protection, assuming that she used contraceptives and those who did not imagine, however, was that Franz had made the same idiocy.

Le guardava il pancione con sguardo assente, mentre lei era accartocciata su sé stessa, gli occhi fissi sulla punta dei piedi, l’intero corpo che danzava in un leggero dondolio; le lacrime continuavano a scenderle dal viso senza che lei si sforzasse di frenarle. Tanto sarebbe stato inutile.

Christine: A-ascolta, io… Io non sono venuta qui per chiederti nulla, io…

Toby: Idiota… – L’aveva interrotta lui, con tono aspro.

Christine: E…eh…? – A mia madre si era gelato il sangue.

Toby: He's gone ... - whispered, then moved his eyes on her eyes - ... is not it?

Chris said nothing, stared at him with my mouth open, as if unable to grasp the meaning of the speech.

Then Toby came to fix her lap, looking almost see the child she carried inside.

Toby: is a real idiot.

desperate mother burst into tears, leaving falling towards him, who put his arm around her shoulders, and then held her until she had tears to shed.

rocked the floor, regardless of looks from other customers that did not stop watching them. When Christine is quiet, he continued to embrace it, making various claims about how the facts were.
Then, when he thought it was ready, kissed her forehead and said in a soft tone: It's time to go home.
She did not want to break away from your skin fragrant, and it was decided only when it was certain that Toby was going to accompany her.

Toby: Chris ... Wake up, we have arrived!

The drive was not long, but she was exhausted and the swaying of the car had sleep. He shuffled down while my mind still clouded wondered why he was in that condition, and, when he managed to focus the last memories, it seemed that his belly had become even heavier, but empty. Empty, as if something had sucked away from her all the joy of living.

Meanwhile, the boy was driving toward the door she opened it without thinking, with an automatic gesture. Concerned about the status of women, Toby came in with her, shutting the door behind him. He watched her head toward his room, then sit on the bed and stay there in silence. Then he spoke:

Toby: Why did not you tell a lie? - waited for a response that never came, then went on. - Were you afraid that I tell him the truth? - Again a silence. - Or maybe you're not able to lie to him ... I bet it's the latter reason, is not it?

She shook her head in assent.

Toby: * sigh * But how is this possible?

Mom did not know. He knew only that when she went to Franz, he had looked into his eyes, asked her if the baby was his and she ...

... she tried to tell him so. We had tried with all my heart. But to what end? A report based on a lie is a lie itself. And he knew, sooner or later he would find out everything. What he could tell if the baby had been born with red hair? The possibility that it was his son, as many as were those who had Toby.

Toby: Christine, listen to me. That is my child maybe, maybe not, I do not care at all. I only interests you, at this time. If you decide to keep it, as I believe it is, then you can not behave this way: in this way only bad for him and yourself! You have to take you back!

She turned to look at, the bewildered look. Then he nodded. Red shook his head, a hint of a smile into a grimace.

Toby: It'll never make it alone. - said contemptuously. - Well, I'm willing to help, financially and otherwise. Certainly, it should move here, and this may not appeal to Franz when he comes back to you on my knees - because it will. And also, I offer my help for pregnancy and the baby, I'm not proposing a romance or bonds of any kind. I have my life, you yours. What do you say? Do you accept?

Christine returned to fix the floor, a drop fell on the carpet by salty peanuts. Finally he said, in a faint voice.

Christine agree.

two months passed since that evening. Toby had moved in with her permanently, taking with him the workers - apparently, his friends - who, in a few days, they added a room to the cottage for the child, temporarily occupied by the candidate father, as my mother did not want to share a bed with him.
As Christine continued to go to work, using the last few months when he could do it, he was standing in panciolle at home, going out only at night and returning late at night, often with a bunch of notes in hand. The woman had not asked anything about his alleged work, if I could define, had only that he was really there, in case of need.

One day later, the doorbell rang. My mother was busy in the studio of a recipe, while Toby listened absently to the radio.

Chris got up to go see who it was, and he followed with his eyes, imagining already who was the guest.
As he had predicted months ago, when Christine opened the door he found himself in front of a Franz-eyed and red-eyed from fatigue and lack of sleep.

My mother came outside, approaching the door behind him.

Christine What are you doing here? - Churches with false indifference.

Franz: I came to ask forgiveness. - he said, then looked behind the girl. - Anybody home?

Chris bit his lip: Yes

Franz: The child's father?

Christine: Perhaps .

Franz: Have you put together? - Churches tone tired.

At that moment, Toby appeared at the door, my mother in the preceding answer.

Toby: No, handsome knight, the lady is all alone here, waiting to rescue her from this green dragon and evil. But you'll be able to accomplish your task? - He asked, grinning satisfaction.

Franz looked at him angrily, then declared: is my intention to do so.

Toby: Well , - answered. - then we will buy another bed.

Then he disappeared inside the house.

Franz looked like my mother to ask for explanations. She took a deep breath and began to explain the situation.

Six months later, Franz and Toby were awaiting the birth of Christine: Who was the father? It would be noticed right away? He had blue eyes or green? The blond or red hair? At that time, did not concern them even know what the sex of the baby, although my mother had not wanted to tell her until then.

Eventually, the three returned to their home with a baby in her arms. I had brown hair, light skin and eyes of a majestic purple.

was a copy of her mother.

did not take long to discover who was really the father of early, the physical features of the small hint, and the DNA test finally confirmed that she was the daughter of Franz.

Although initially all seemed relieved by the news over the months the family situation does not improve, my mother and Franz had so brought together, and a reconciliation was at hand, but he could not be indifferent to the presence of Toby in the house, which, while not the biological father of the child, seemed very attached to her, and had no intention leaving the field to a mere formality genetics.

The climate, in short, was still full of tension and the small Charlotte [/ ʃɑrlɔt /, sciarlòt] is the name that Christine had chosen, he put his teeth and took its first steps:

when the mother was not there or was busy to take care of the child, the two went crazy into heated arguments, while in the presence of Christine merely tease at every opportunity.

Toby: games suck, they should put you in jail for that move!

Franz: One day or another we will close you in prison, and what I will throw the key into the sea hailed by the window.

If Toby had the magic from her, however,

Franz wanted to take advantage of the most effective means at its disposal: the love of Christine against him.
His daughter had just turned a year, when he, after an elegant meal eaten in the garden, pulled out a glittering ring and proposed to my mother to be his wife;

her, surprised and flattered, did not hesitate a moment to accept.

At the end of the evening, just before reaching the bed, Toby stopped her to talk to her, he had spent all night out with Charlotte, but, returning, had seen the proposal.

Toby: What bell'anellino! - began, pointing the finger. - So you've made peace at last!

Christine: Well ... Yes ... - said, embarrassed.

Toby: Well, I'm happy. - said with a serene look. - guess the time has come where I should go.

The boy looked sadly the little girl holding in her arms,

kissed her and started to move towards the small room, when Christine stopped him, saying

Christine: Here ... It's not that you have to go now! ... I mean Charlotte could miss you. Maybe ... Well, maybe you could stay until the wedding! And while we will be relocating their honeymoon.

Toby: I do not think Franz will agree.

Christine I'll think about it, to him. To you be all right?

Toby: If it is for Charlotte, I gladly accept.

Christine: Well ...

Toby: Well . - he repeated, turning to not show the strange grin appeared on his face.

Contrary to what one might expect, Toby was very keen to Charlotte, and she fully reciprocated. When not at work - which, however, takes a few hours a day - spent all the time remaining to play with or take care of her. It was certainly more of these two parents, both so taken by their careers.

When the girl spoke the first word, that word was not Mom or Dad ... But just as the sorcerer.

Charlotte ... or more ... ...

Toby: No-ooo! Tooo ... ... byyy

Charlotte ooo ... ... ... biii

Toby: We're almost there! Tobytobytobytoby! Toby!

Charlotte Toby!

Toby: Brava my darling! ç_ç * weeps with joy *

However, in view of the marriage of Christine and her separation from family, Toby began to break away from his daughter, dedicating more than a couple of hours a day and dealing with the remaining women attend different every day.

If he seemed to have a good time, my mother was in the opposite situation: the restaurant to steal more and more hours, and when he came home exhausted,

was immediately assaulted by a thousand and most things that a housewife is forced to face, without the help of Toby, the Charlotte absorbed most of free time,

not to mention the house which, though small, had always need to be upgraded, because at night he looked like a battlefield.

Finally, when I finally managed to reach the bed, she was too tired to even think to do something with Franz, well, not that there was great interest from the other side ... good girlfriend love, sometimes he tried to approach them, to cuddle or to provoke some complete with sexy, but its response was always the same:

Franz: Chris Not tonight ... I'm too tired.

And so my mother had given up hope that, over time, the situation could change.

Meanwhile, the red had no qualms about their entertainment beat them in the face: the beginning, not a day passed that he was not found on the phone with a woman who was called Ginger, Clarissa or Roxie ...

(Ginger by alfo1294 - GS by elisetta89
Roxie by Maxis - Sakurazukamori by ciabby
by Clarissa pirate_otty - Moon LoD by pirate_otty )

Soon, the magician began to bring someone in house, as if he took those four walls for a local appointments.

Christine was silent, although it did not like at all that use misuse of mobile home ... was silent because Franz did not have to know what he felt when he saw Toby with another: intense jealousy, a dense core and a seething anger, hate to see them making out on the couch, see their hated fuss, get mad noises known to come from the locked room ... And yet, there was worse: what he really was just heartbreaking 's removal of the boy from her and the child.

course, Charlotte would have to be separated from him, then Toby's behavior was not only blameless, but even desirable! And even with her, the red was behaving in a more just, to put it away and avoid trouble in the eyes of Franz. Meanwhile, Christine felt increasingly alone.

Eventually, all these feelings are revealed in an explosion of anger in front of the nth winning red. Fortunately, Franz was at work.

Christine But good! Do you have another scope! - Grid - And maybe you also want to go to bed! Do not you think maybe you annoy me all this coming and going in my house? Eh? And Charlotte?? What do you think I can think her what you do?

Toby laughed in his sleeve, trying not to show it. When he felt able to speak without bursting into riderle in the face, he said: I think in Charlotte do not care that I have a lot of women, mostly because they do not even know what this means.

Then he turned to the girl, who looked at them stunned on the couch she was sitting.

Toby: My dear, let me call a taxi, I think that it is not

evening ... My mother took refuge in their own room, while the other woman, not knowing what to think, he accepted the kindness and left ten minutes later.
As soon as the car was removed, Toby slingshot from Christine, decided to exploit the situation, waiting for weeks.

Toby: If I remember correctly, our agreement provided that you do not meddle in my affairs.

Christine does not even provide you bring home a different woman every night!

Toby: I thought it was obvious ...

Christine No, it was not! - said through his teeth, furious.

Toby: What, are you jealous? - caused the slowly approaching.

She did not answer immediately, not knowing which way to turn, then said: But what the heck go thinking?!? I love Franz, how could I ever be jealous of you! You're just a spoiled little boy, a womanizer, a ... a ...

Toby: ... a ... what? - he exhorted, closer and closer.

Christine: Are you ... - you could hardly breathe, his breath as he felt the boy's neck. - ... nothing.

He stopped, his mouth wide open: Nothing ...?

Christine: Yes You are nothing. - He said turning around.

Christine You to me are nothing, you are less than zero, you ...

But it did not have time to finish the sentence, which had grabbed the other and then kissing her violently. At first she tried to resist, but it was useless: it was not the force that prevented her from responding to Toby, as their desire for him, the sorcerer was right about everything, my mother could no longer deny their feelings for him.

Toby: I want you, Christine ...

could not resist: his whole body and claimed it ... Yes, now she was sure. Even his heart asked him.

The date of marriage was closer, the days were shorter, though imperceptibly, the stifling heat of August hampered every action of ours, but does not affect the desire of my mother and the witch doctor. The two took advantage of any lack of Franz to make love,

separating only to look after Charlotte or because of their work.

Chris was suffering terribly inside, a bit 'for the sense of guilt, a little' out of fear of losing Toby, who though Stand close, he felt increasingly absent.

Christine: "You are getting tired of me, I'm sure ... He will go smoothly, and I ... I will do that?"

hundred times he had thought of leaving Franz. One hundred and once he had decided not to do so: if he had gone, what would Toby? Would stay with her? Or if it was going to turn, satisfied with his victory and no longer interested in winning?
And what would happen in Charlotte? If Franz was taken away? And if not, would grow up without a father?
thousand questions that had no answer, and that tormented her every night in the moments before sleep; concern for her and her daughter left her poised on the thread that connected to Franz Toby, preventing it from choosing its own direction.

Sandwiched between the suffering, frustration and stress caused by work, Christine began to feel worse and worse, constant nausea and acute pain in the belly. Although
ripromettesse going to the doctor almost every day, at the end was to put off at the slightest excuse, from having to prepare to eat in Charlotte, to create a new recipe for the restaurant, to satisfy the cravings of his roommate.

Until one day his body gave way.

A moment before, she remembered him very well, was in a clean room. Now he was lying on a bed in a completely white room.

Beside the bed were both Toby Franz, looked at her worried, maybe they were even holding his breath.

Christine What happened? - Churches, surprised not to draw out more than a whisper.

Franz: You fainted, Chris. Did you have an illness ...

My mother squinted, looking for a reason for the dark eyes of two men.

Christine: ... I am sick? - Churches in a broken voice.

The other two looked at each face,

Toby then said quickly: No, no, you're right! You're right.

Because that explanation? Who else would have to talk? Then

awareness. It was like a cold shower.

Christine What happened to me?

Franz, rightly, did not feel to continue the conversation, and took the door and walked to the bar, with the excuse to buy a bottle of water. Toby, however, waited until the other was gone, then looked into her eyes, stroked her face and began to speak.

Toby: Christine ... The doctors think that you were hurt because of an imbalance being. You know, you were in that condition, it often happens that stress makes these jokes ... And you had to endure a lot, and I apologize ...

Christine Toby, - interrupted him as he pulled up with bust - what conditions do you speak?

Toby: Here ... ... You were pregnant.

My mother let out a groan of surprise, although this was precisely the answer he expected. Those few words stood for many things: my mother was pregnant with Toby, but he had lost the baby. A sharp pain caused her to lose again the senses.

A series of disastrous consequences looming.

out of the hospital, Christine closed in on itself, refusing help from anyone, even his aunt who, having heard what had happened, he was mobilized for her.

The two men had done to my mother, trying to lighten the weight of his duties, although she keeps them away, babbling that he was fine and that they ought to think about your tasks and not to her;

and meanwhile spend their days in a stubborn silence, dragging himself from bed to bath.

Franz was the first to give up, returning to work earnestly, Toby, however, had continued for a few days to prepare the food for fear that Chris is left to die of hunger,

and trying to amuse it, although the only time you hear her still alive, was during sex.

Then, when he saw some signs of recovery, she decided to start working again, you do not have more to see in what condition, than anything else. At home, so Charlotte and she was often alone.

Little had not yet two years, spoke a few words and still kicking here and there while a precarious balance, though he had taken the first steps already eight months before, and as all children, he often needs to be fed, cleaned, pampered ...
But Christine had a child in mind: what he lost.

The days flowed back slowly, minutes, beaten by relentless ticking of the timer that the mother had made not to burn the pastry in all its efforts was poured in a game of chess against itself, ignoring the complaints every minute stronger than the poor child.

fatigue in the evening, made her fall, at which point Chris decided to leave their business to give her the bottle and put her to bed.

was not a good night's sleep from many games, what they saw the two "fathers" when they returned home, but he believed that.

It would never have noticed anything if one day the little he had not felt sick.

were alone in the house as usual, my mother and Charlotte, when the girl began to cough violently.

Christine looked at first with indifference, then with astonishment on the little he could not stop coughing, it was even hard to breathe. In a moment of panic seized Christine, who decided to stand up and call an ambulance.

Charlotte was back home a few days later, she had not had anything serious, but doctors could not not notice her malnourished and dirty clothes that children wear ...

After less than a week, home Délice sound the bell. It was the social worker coming to take away Charlotte.

When Christine saw her daughter who went on anonymity blue van, he realized that for his idiocy, he had now lost two children.

--- To be continued ---

I hope not angry with you too Chris! >. 'Yes, it is an unnatural mother! However, poor thing, has been sorely tried by abortion ... [And I, this has happened since the first game! OO]
Also ... Erm ... Okay, I wanted to get rid of that monster of toddler! I did not like and did a lot of quirks! uu
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Anyway, congratulations to Elisetta, who imagined a conception, even if by simmo wrong, and especially to Vane, who had suggested that Chris was pregnant with Franz! Brave, brave! ^ _ ^

For the date of the update: no, it did not go as hoped, but at least the delay was "only" two weeks! : D The next update I do not know when it will be, because in three weeks I will be under scrutiny, and almost certainly not be able to prepare in time! (

last thing! (I know, I made the longest comment, that the update) The house change to a different picture ... ^ ^ 'Yeah Is it because it continues restructuring of course, so do not be surprised to see new rooms suddenly lifted out of nowhere:) My simmoli are building the brick by brick, day by day. uu Poor's what to do ... I do know that I hate.

A big kiss and - I really hope - soon! ^ X ^

Ps: I forgot! If any of the above, seeing their simmole pictured with Toby, remained annoyed, I apologize! Just say it, and take off the Imagine! Otherwise, thanks ! ^ O ^ I have not had time to ask for permission because it was an idea last minute! ^ ^ '

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