Generation 01, Chapter 08: Pros·per·i·ty (noun) - good fortune

NOTE

Yay!  All of the kitties have been adopted!  Thanks so much guys!

Henri - daisy215

Claude - Xinon Rose Mynn

Sophie - Melissa Pollard

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People always tell stories about how after the honeymoon everything goes downhill in a relationship.  But apparently that wasn't true about Adam and I.  Even after arriving home, we act like how a perfect couple should.  We were beyond perfect.

Adam pulls me towards him and kisses my lips.  Then he begins to speak.  "Come outside, I have a honeymoon gift for you."

"Adam, wait," I command, pulling him to face me.

"What is it?"

"I feel bad, you always get me gifts so... I got you one.  Can I give you mine first?"

"Ladies first," Adam nods, winking at me.

"Okay, wait here."

He obeys and I walk to the front of the house where Adam's present it waiting.

"Okay, you can come out now!"

Adam comes out and I shiver in delight as I wait for him to discover his gift.

He covers his mouth with his hand and gasps.

"Calista!  You're- you're incredible."

He comes over to pet the new unicorn.  "I thought a little more about what you meant when you mentioned 'horns' on a horse.  So I did some research and found a special place where you can adopt unicorns.  I've named him Majesty but if you want something else, feel free to change it."

"Majesty," Adam echoes.

"You don't like it?"

"No, far from that.  I love him, Calista.  He just makes me more excited to show you your gift from me," Adam grins.

I follow him as he leads Majesty to one of the pens.  Looking to my left, I instantly see his present.

"Oh my God!  You got me a unicorn too?"

I instantly go over and pet the new addition to the family while Adam feeds Majesty.

"What's his or her name?"  I ask.

"Her name is Mystic," Adam replies.

"Mystic," I repeat.  She nickers at the sound of her name and I pet her long and flowing blue mane.  It looks very similar to my own hair and I realize that it probably wasn't a coincidence.

"How in the world?  How is it possible for you to get me almost the exact same present?"  I speculate as I trace my finger around Adam's nose and chin.

"I don't know.  But you look so cute trying to figure it out," Adam murmurs closing his eyes.

His hand touches my arm briefly before touching my lips.  My thoughts disappear from the unicorns as he works his magic and pretty soon, Adam and I are on the floor.  Mmmm, he's so yummy.

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It's been a few months and as many of my friends have suspected, I am pregnant.  Only this time, it's not for a challenge or from some guy I don't know.  Adam is the father and he's overjoyed.  Unfortunately, his house only has one bedroom, which is okay until the baby grows up.  So Adam is getting to work planning and hiring a team for a new addition to the house.  I suggested he hire Gladstone Kincaid since Gladstone helped to renovate my own house so many years ago.

Quite coincidentally, the cats and the unicorns both are expecting.  Only the cats surprised us because we had wanted to breed the unicorns.  I just hope that Kadie, our dog, can tolerate so many new additions to the family.

Adam and I decide to take some portraits of ourselves once I get to my third trimester because I agree with the fact that there are no pictures of us around the house.  I call the same photographers that photographed our wedding and we schedule the pictures for next week on Friday.

"...And this," Adam opens the door dramatically, "is the baby's new bedroom.  I decided to make the smaller one the baby's bedroom so that he or she can move into the larger one when he or she is older."

"Good thinking," I murmur.  I can only stare at the simplicity and the beauty of the bedroom that I am looking at.  It reminds me a lot of the room that Simon Simmons built for me by mistake.  Of course, that room now serves as the room for his actual son, Joseph.

I start to tear up but quickly cover it up by leaning into Adam's chest.  "Thank you, honey.  This is so sweet.  I love you," I tell him, looking up at him.  He must be able to sense my sensitivity because he rubs my back and tells me he loves me too.

After a few minutes of silence, I walk out of the minuscule bedroom and over to the larger one across the hall.  "So what's in here?"

"Nothing yet.  But it has a gorgeous view of the town."

Royal trots over and starts pawing at the door.  "Mrow?"

"What's up boy?  Wanna go inside?"  I coo.

Adam opens the door and gasps.

There, in the center of the room, sits Chimera with three small kittens.  Royal rushes over to his children as if checking to see if they're okay.

"Wow, I was not expecting that," Adam says in amazement.

"Is it weird that I'm not surprised?"  I muse.

Adam laughs, "Of course not, you're used to cats reproducing all the time.  I'm surprised you didn't know it was coming before I opened the door."

Despite the anticlimactic event, I can't resist awing at the adorable fur balls.  They look so precious sleeping and snoring.

The first kitten of the litter is Henri.  He loves Kadie and fortunately the feeling is mutual.  I really hope they maintain that relationship when he's older (or until he gets adopted).

Claude is the middle kitten.  He's a daredevil and not afraid of heights.  If he were human, he'd try to conquer every mountain in the world.  For now, he's going to stick to the railing of the deck.

Lastly is the only female of the little, Sophie.  She's a 100% daddy's girl despite the fact that she looks most like her mother.  She and Royal seem to be so close personality-wise that I can understand why they're related.

Finally, Adam and I attend out photo session.  I'm nearly at full term so my belly is large and I found it difficult to find an outfit that worked and still made me look somewhat decent.

I'm brushing my teeth when I feel a tight cramping on my lower abdomen and the pain is nearly unbearable.

I drop my toothbrush and yell for Adam.  I hear his footsteps rushing towards the bathroom.  He swiftly opens the bathroom door.

"Calista, are you okay?"  He asks.  Upon seeing my condition, he realizes what's happening and goes berserk.  "Oh my God, I'm not ready for this.  Being a father is a big responsibility.  Oh God, I don't know if I can do this," he panics.

"Darling," I say through clenched teeth.  "Just put on a damn shirt and drive me to the hospital.  I don't feel like doing a home birth with this one."

"Oh yes, of course!"  Adam concurs and he scampers to the bedroom and helps me down the stairs, out the door, into the car, and to the hospital.

The labor is short and the next night, I bring home a beautiful baby boy.  We name him James Adam Smith, after my father and coincidentally, Adam's father.  He's 55 cm long and weighs almost 8 lbs and he's breathtaking.

"Wow," Adam marvels as he juggles baby James in his arms.  "I cannot believe you and I made him.  He's wonderful."

"He really is," I agree.

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NOTE

Of course, kittens have been born so that means adoptions!!!!!  The same rules as always apply.  If you would like to adopt a kitten, WRITE A COMMENT DOWN BELOW.  I will only look at those.  And let me know if you'd like the cat as a .sim3pack or a .sim.  If you are not on Facebook, give me your email so I can email the download link to you.  And please, if you've already adopt a cat, don't ask for one.  Thanks guys!

And to those who celebrate Thanksgiving...

Happy Thanksgiving!!  

*blows kisses*