As my pregnancy progressed through the last month, I decided that since Sir seemed to have money stashed around the house, I would go buy a book on pregnancy, and see what exactly I was in for. It’s not as though I didn’t have a general idea. Stinky nappies, middle of the night wake up calls, and crying. But it felt like a good idea to read up on it, just to be prepared. And after reading it, I wasn’t so sure I wanted a child. HOW much money gets spent on them every year? God, it seemed terrible. The cuddles part of it seemed nice, though. I always did like getting cuddles from Mum. Remembering seeing toddlers pulling peoples hair, my own hair was scraped up on top of my head in a messy bun. No child of mine would be pulling my hair out anytime soon! I’d also read up on home births, since I had chosen not to goto the hospital, as they might ask about the father. Victorian Bay wasn’t a terribly big town, and everyone had at least heard of everyone else, so the hospital staff would probably know I didn’t have a boyfriend, or any friends. And I didn’t go out. So it had to be a home birth.

I was always so hungry in the last month. I didn’t really have any specific cravings, but if I got a whiff of anything, it set my stomach and my baby’s stomach rumbling.

It was good to know that she was growing well, even though it meant that I had to goto the store and buy more maternity clothes. In the end, just before the birth, I wasn’t even wearing maternity clothes.

Sadly, the stores didn’t have anything that would fit, so I ended up wearing old sport clothes, which meant my huge stomach was showing all the time. School really didn’t appreciate it but hey, it wasn’t my fault that the stores around here were pathetic stock-wise.

It was just another normal day when I got my first contraction. Sir had literally just left for work, and I’d just gotten out of the bath when it hit. The book did not prepare me for this! My god, it hurt.

I could feel my eyes crossing, because the pain was just that bad. I tried taking deep breaths, like I’d seen in the movies, but it wasn’t working. I couldn’t even move without another contraction surging up and rooting me to the ground. They were well spaced out, ten minutes apart, but when they left, I felt so spent that I didn’t even consider going and getting comfortable, I just concentrated on catching my breath. After what felt like forever standing, and trying not to scream (although the occasional one slipped out), the doorbell rang. “Miss? Miss, we’re paramedics. Your neighbour, Miss Garnet called up saying that there was somebody screaming in pain in here, and mentioned that you were pregnant. Can we come in?”

Of course, at that point in time, I couldn’t respond, as a contraction stole my voice. They were getting worse, and closer together. “Miss, we’re coming in. Just stay where you are.” Like I was going anywhere in this condition? Men, pah. They got me to the hospital, despite my feeble fighting to not go. And after 12 more hours of intense, painful labour, my child was brought into the world.

Mulberry Van Daemon. A son. I’d had a son, after all the build up of thinking I was going to have a beautiful little girl, I was gifted with a boy. Instead of any hatred I could feel towards him, all I felt was love. Pure, overwhelming love. As a bonus, he looked nothing like his father.

Speaking of his father. Yugo (I’d decided I wasn’t going to call him Sir anymore. He didn’t deserve my respect) had run off.

The police had, of course, come to my house and questioned me about my pregnancy and why I’d never come to the hospital for check ups.
(Sorry, I didn’t get a better picture, but of course as soon as he arrived, he decided to leave before talking to Linn!)

In my blissful and drugged up state, I’d told them everything. The memory was still foggy when I was able to stop taking the drugs. Switching on the news, I saw a bulletin flash across the screen, and a photograph of Yugo appeared. “Yugo Tanaki, a well known mobster, is wanted for arrest for theft, attempted murder, as well as abusing his stepdaughter. If you have any information on his whereabouts, please call the number on the bottom of the screen.” I felt sick. I turned off the television, and gave Mulberry a cuddle, breathing in his baby smell.

I was free. WE WERE FREE!
Life could only get better from here.


6 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by nadzicle on May 15, 2011 at 5:18 am

    Ooh la la. Is this a sneak peak of our little Mulberry? There will be plenty more of those to come. He’s just the most gorgeous little boy simchild I have ever seen. At least when it comes to my Sim families. =]


  2. Aww Mulberry looks adorable ❤ and I can't believe "Sir" did a runner.. COWARD. After all he put her through!! x


  3. Awwww Mulberry’s adorable. Yes “Sir” is gone.


  4. Such a cutie!!!!

    Glad Yugi is out the picture.. let’s hope he is laying in a ditch somewhere.


  5. I’m just glad Yugi is GONE! 😀 And of course that Linn and Mulberry are healthy!


  6. Omg Mulberry is tooooo adorable! I could snuggles him forever and ever!


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