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Picture Perfect: Changing Tides (Intro)

Hi, guys. (: This is my firrrrst story and I'm new here. I'm an avid sims fan and I love to write so I'm really excited about this and I hope it. Well, anyway, let's gooo.

"Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows, only time?
And who can say if your love grows,
As your hearth chose, only time?
Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your live flies, only time?
And who can say why your heart cries
when your love lies, only time? - Enya

Picture Perfect: Changing Tides (Intro)

Hi, guys. (: This is my firrrrst story and I'm new here. I'm an avid sims fan and I love to write so I'm really excited about this and I hope it. Well, anyway, let's gooo.

"Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows, only time?
And who can say if your love grows,
As your hearth chose, only time?
Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your live flies, only time?
And who can say why your heart cries
when your love lies, only time? - Enya It was one of the happiest moments of my life, my childhood dreams becoming a realization as Marcus carried me, Colette Churchill, now Colette Shields, into our first home together. I felt his warm breathe on my freshly tanned neck and saw my favorite half-smile come across his face from the corner of my eye. I took a deep breathe as carried me across the threshold of the new house. I took his rough, muscular hand in mine and we proceeded to tour all the rooms of the house. At that moment, I knew we were going to be okay. We'd been dating since we were teenagers and no one thought we would make it - our relationship was off and on constantly so I couldn't blame them. But now we are thousands of miles away from them in our new beach house in Connecticut. Marcus really is good to me and our rocky passed seemed to have been carried away by the waves rolling into the ocean in our backyard. Our bedroom was the last room on the tour, which I knew Marcus planned out purposefully but I played along because honestly there was no other place I wanted to be then other than laid back in his arms. That was one thing that always remained constant in our relationship - our sex life. It was sacred and it seemed like no matter how big the problem was that was one area of our life that it could not affect. I closed my eyes and let Marcus rediscover me all over again. Things were pretty heated until Marcus realized he had forgotten something.
'I don't know. Should we stop?' Marcus inquired.
'Well... we've got this new house and... we've always planned to have children someday, right?' I tried to convince him.
It must've worked because Marcus didn't say another word and we picked up where we left off. I stumbled into the kitchen the next morning to find Marcus making breakfast - a rare sight.
'Hey, what are you doing up so early?' I asked playfully as I stroked the stubble on his face.
'You've been so great with all the traveling, I wnated to do this for you.'
'That's sweet of you.'
'Come on, let's go sit down.' We sat down for about five minutes. My stomach was feeling a bit off and I was feeling guilty that the one time Marcus cooks, I'm not eating. It wasn't long til Marcus noticed I wasn't doing anything but stirring around the little flakes with my spoon.
'Is something wrong with it?' he asked, with a sorry expression of his face.
'No... no, it's me. I feel.. weird.'
'Don't feel like you have to eat it. Here, why don't you go relax and I'll clean this up?'
I agreed without hesitation and went to relax on the couch as Marcus got ready and set out to find a job around here. I showered and got dressed then went out onto the balcony to try to tan, trying to keep busy. I could not get the nervous feeling out of my stomach that I might be pregnant. I don't know why I was nervous - Marcus would be thrilled, right? I looked up at the blazing sun and remembered it was new day and a new Marcus and there was something I needed to do. So I got up, hopped in the car, put the keys in the ignition, and set off to buy a pregnancy test. I nervously ripped the test of out of the package and tossed the ripped carboard box to the side, very untypical of my anal self. I did the test, put it on the sink, and spun around and faced the wall. The wait was unbearable. Ten minutes went by and I knew I had to face the facts. I took a deep breathe and mentally prepared myself for all outcomes. Two blue lines. Positive. Weirdly enough, my nerves seemed to dissipate and be replaced with anxious excitement. I knew it my heart things would be fine. I convinced myself to be happy, I mean what could be better than creating a life that was half of my self and half of Marcus, the man I love. I decided to break the news to him over a nice spaghetti dinner. I robotically stirred the sauce, my mind completely in another place. Night fell as I heard Marcus' car pull into the drive. I quicky wiped my hands on the nearest dishrag , fixed my dress, and put my best foot forward. Marcus walked into the room with a certain spring in his step and I ran up to him. We greeted each other with a warm kiss and he complimented how great my cooking smelled. He told me had some excellent news and I said that I did too. I gestured over to the table and we both sat down. Turns out, Marcus had recieved a job being a CEO of some major company of the area - to be honest, I wasn't really listening; I had so much on my mind and I was becoming impatient.
'So, anyway,' he summed up his story, 'the guy interviewing me was an old college buddy and it helped a lot. So, what's your news?' 'Marcus... I'm pregnant. Obviously, this didn't occur over night but last night wasn't the first night we weren't prepared...' I stammered, nervous of his facial expression which was unreadable. My hands flew to my stomach and once it registered in my head, I removed them quickly and crossed them on my lap. A flat, 'Oh' was all he managed to respond. An awkward silence begun.
'You're not happy?' I asked pittifully, on the verge of tears.
'No, it's not that.. I just wasn't expecting it that's all.'
'No, you're lying I can tell', I retorted, obviously crying now.
'It's all my fault,' I said and looked down at my stomach.
Marcus, having not finished his dinner, emptied his plate into the trash. He threw the dish in the sink, went into the bedroom, and began typing furiously on his laptop. I got into the shower and let the burning hot water join my tears in a slippery race down my body. I can't believe how I let this happen, just when things with Marcus seemed perfect. I may blame myself but I decided I would never blame the baby. I took my shakey hand and placed it over my wet tummy. 'It's not your fault,' I said in whisper, sounding short of breathe. I walked into the bedroom, my wet feet slipping across the polished wooden floors. I looked at Marcus, who was looking out at the water. Apparently, the tide that had carried our problems far out of our reach had come in and redisplayed them on the shore. I slowly got onto the bed, afraid to lie next to the man who I promised to be with forever, tears still rolling down my face. Marcus extended out an arm and and looked me in the eyes.
'I'm sorry I reacted that way but this is a serious life change. You didn't expect me to embrace right away, did you? But things will be fine. I promise okay. And again I'm sorry.'
I tried to find my voice but it was hiding somewhere in my throat behind my tears. I nodded quickly and let myself fall into his arms. We spooned and Marcus put his hands over my tummy, over the baby and I rested mine over his. One of the last things I heard before I drifted off into the sleep was the tide rolling back into the ocean. Maybe this is how our relationship works like a tide, problems coming and going. Maybe our bed is an island that remaines stable in the midst of roaring waters as I lie in his arms, unaffected by our problems. Regardless, I wanted things to work out. Before, it was for me and my dreams. Now, it was for the baby.

"A Bed Is An Island,
A World Apart,
Soft Words In The Middle Of The Night,
Straight From The Heart.
Two Heads On A Pillow,
So Warm So Close,
Goodbye To The Island Where It Mattered The Most. : Bonnie Tyler

Stay tuned! (:

Picture Perfect: Changing Tides

Apr 19, 2010 by susieciulla
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    10 Comment(s) posted so far

    On Apr 19, 2010 XXBuTtOnS wrote:

    That was sooo good!!!! Is it really your first story? because if so I cant believe it! Your such a good writer \:D I will definatley stay tuned \:\) cant wait \:wub\:

    On Apr 19, 2010 aSimsworld wrote:

    Great start.

    On Apr 19, 2010 erinmarie312 wrote:

    Great start! Your a good writer, I can't wait for more \:\)

    On Apr 20, 2010 urm0m wrote:

    Great start \:D

    On Apr 22, 2010 Mangio wrote:

    \:wub\: it was so heartwarming, loved it. such a sweet start, more please \:\)

    On Apr 22, 2010 mogan44 wrote:

    Great start, loved the poems 8)

    On Apr 23, 2010 haiduong wrote:

    I loved it!!!

    On Apr 23, 2010 marzikat wrote:

    OH MY FREAKING GOD this is fantastic! I will sooooo be looking for more from you! keep writing! 5.0!!!!!!!\:D

    On May 28, 2010 xxsweetsugar wrote:

    yr brilliant you have inspired me so much and that story was 100000000000% brilliant 5.0 \:D \:D !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    On Jun 7, 2010 Superbia wrote:

    Nice screenshots.

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