“Mmmm, let’s not get up today,” whispers James. “Let’s stay in bed all day.”
I chuckle to myself and snuggle up more to his warm chest. “No James,” I say groggily, not even bothering to open my eyes.
“And why would that be?” he questions, gently picking up a strand of my hair, brushing his fingers over it, and placing it back down.
“Well, for starters, we did that yesterday. Annnnnnnd the day before.”
“And the issue with that is…?”
“Well…” I try to come up with something to shush him, but my mind draws a blank. I lamely reply, “There’s nothing wrong with staying in bed all day, just in moderation. Like junk food for instance. It taste great, but if you eat it too much you get fat.”
“And just like staying in bed all day, there is nothing wrong with being fat,” James declares.
“You’re insane.”
“I know.”
I smirk and force myself to get up from the bed. To be honest, I would love nothing more than to lie in bed all day, with James’s arm around me. But, nevertheless, we did that yesterday, the day before, and even a few times before that. If you know anything about me you know I am no lazy sim.
“Ugh, Amber,” moans James from the bed. “Please? You know I don’t have work today.”
“Maybe you don’t, but I do,” I reply, adjusting my hair and makeup in the mirror. “I look terrible, why didn’t you tell me that?”
“I don’t think you look terrible…” he trails off, nearly falling back into sleep. We are becoming infamous for our “late nights”.
“Well, I do.” I think for a moment before finishing, “And anyways, I need to feed Kamen. I barely spent time with him yesterday, so don’t even try to convince me to stay cooped up in our room all day!”
And once again, to be honest, I wouldn’t mind being cooped up in our bedroom. It is the one room in the house that James left undone, and for me to design myself. He knows how picky I am about bedrooms being neutral and calming, so that you don’t get bad dreams and night terrors. Our room came with a fireplace, and after a little decorating and painting, it has become our safe haven. It’s also the room we spend the most time in.
I stubbornly get changed, and in record time too. Typical attire here in AP is high-waisted shorts and a hiked up shirt-just my style.
After changing, James finally stands up and starts getting ready for the day too. It’s already 9 AM, so it’s not like the day is over yet! I pull my long hair back and get ready to start up the morning. But when I step out of our safe haven, my heart starts beating like crazy. There are two separate doors to two separate spare rooms right outside ours, and I know what they are for; our children. But to me, regardless of how easily I have always had and raised children, this is a little too much for even me to handle. I JUST finished having children, and I am dreading the moment when he brings up kids. I want time to grow into myself, not just become a slaving mother again.
I tromp down the stairs, and I head straight for the backdoor when I falter-I should probably put out breakfast in first. Heading straight for the fridge, I gently pull it open to take out the ingredients for my special apple pancakes. Appaloosa Plains grows the finest apples in all of the sim world (according to their brochure, at least).
In no time I am back into my second nature-doing things for other people. I know just how James likes his pancakes…crusty and toasty on the edges, with a vat of butter melted on the center and a slice of apple on the side. As I carefully crack each egg, and eventually start mixing the ingredients together, I start humming to a favorite song of mine.
“Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you’re doing
And in my head I paint a picture
Since I’ve come on home,
Well my body’s been a mess
And I’ve missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won’t you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why don’t you come on over Valerie?”
As I finish up the first verse and am setting the pancakes on the grill, James pops up out of nowhere.
“You’re singing? What’s the occasion?” he laughs from behind me.
“Oh, you know…” I say nervously. Something about singing in front of other people makes me feel incredibly embarrassed, yet I love to sing. “Sorry. I didn’t hear you get out of the shower.”
“What do you mean? Why would you apologize?” asks James. He shuffles over to me, and wraps his arms around my waist. “I love the sound of your voice,” he whispers seductively into my ear.
“Oh, buzz off twerp,” I giggle, nailing him in the rib with my elbow. I narrowly escape hitting the handle of the pan, and flipping it over. I steady myself and make sure James isn’t going to pull anymore funny business before continuing to speak. Changing the subject is a necessity.
Eventually we sit down, and actually fall into a normal conversation about the increasing stupidity of llama’s in Sunset Valley, and how we are so lucky not to be in the vascinity of that town anymore…Just kidding. We actually just talk lightly about the wedding, but I rush through my breakfast. I am eager to get outside with Kamen and continue his training. With some serious meat and knowledge behind him, it won’t be long until he is a full-grown horse and ready to race. I give dish-duty to James and basically sprint outside.
I find Kamen slowly grazing our monstrous backyard, and noming on hay here and there. I walk out to him, grinning from ear to ear at the thought of spending this gorgeous day with him.
“Good boy, good, good boy…” I smile hesitantly as I feed him his specially prescribed milk. The guy at the pet store told me that this milk will give him stronger bones than all of his eventual competitors, and that only the best of the best use it. I guess I am the best of the best in his mind.
Once he has had his fill, I decide to try to saddle him. Training your horse to not throw a fit when you put a saddle on them is harder than you would think. Thankfully, although I was quite hesitant to trying this out on him, he take sit with stride. With this stroke of luck to back me up, I try tying a rope on the saddle and leading him around the yard…yet another success.
“What a good boy!” squeal.
I end up spending the entire, perfect day with him. James comes out at times, but he isn’t as emotionally attached to him as I am. I’m thinking the reason for this is because, first of all, James is no animal person. The fact that he gets along with Bambi is a stroke of luck that even I don’t take for advantage. Once, while laying in bed a week or so ago, he told me that he likes cats a bit, but nothing else really. I told him no way Jose on the prospect of getting a cat, but, if lucky we could get one in the future. For me, I know I love K because he is like having a baby again. He is something to put my effort and time in to. Things like this make me think that I would like to have kids again, but I always push away the thoughts before I go too far. Marriage, then more babies. That’s about as normal as I can make things for myself at this point in time.
The days fold into weeks, and the weeks turn into the most blissful period I’ve ever experienced. James and I spend our days carelessly sleeping in, aimlessly wandering the streets, and casually talking and making plans for our wedding. Sometimes it can be frustrating to plan our wedding, and it gets especially difficult during one heated argument at the local outdoor diner.
“James, I’m not trying to start a fight. All I am saying is that I think we should have white roses with cream and purple vases. Can’t you envision it? The aisle? The floral arrangements? The alter? Why aren’t you understanding my vision at all?”
“I understand your vision Amber,” sighs James, “I just don’t know how fast I want to rush into this wedding. Why don’t we get married sometime next year? Maybe next fall? Or perhaps the year after that?”
“That’s WAY too far in the future,” I complain. It’s beyond frustrating to try planning a wedding with this man. He has not one organized or RATIONAL bone in his body!
“It’s not too long for me…” he trails off. “We could have a couple kids in the mean time…”
“James!” I say, startled. Is that all he wants? Kids?
“What?! Did I say something wrong?” he inquires.
“No…” I mutter. I know he has the best intentions, but I’m still staying at the same tolerance for birthing at this point. “I just wanted to get married first. We should tie the knot, THEN have kids.”
“What’s the difference? I’ll still be here, and you’ve already had a hundred of them! Three of which are MINE, thank you very much.”
My face grows bright red, because he’s so right. It shouldn’t make a difference, but to me, it just does.
As I ponder what to say next, I naturally put on my thinking face (which is not a very attractive one, if you ask me.) The last thing I want to do is get into a fight with James, considering how well things are going. It’s so close to Christmas that there’s really no point in destroying the holiday cheer.
“James…it just means a lot to me. But whatever. Forget it.”
He grows thoughtful for a moment. “Amber-” he starts talking, but cuts himself off, and starts again a moment later. “Amber, I’m sure we can figure something out. I just wish you would realize that whether we were to get married today, tomorrow, one year from now, or even if we never got married, it would still be the same. Marriage is just another title for a relationship.”
I feel that he’s right, and he’s basically handing me a way out of the argument. As I’m about to agree with him and put this tedious subject to rest, he pushes his chair back, offering his hand to me. “Amber, stand up.” he demands me. I look up into his eyes, and I see the purest intention behind that sea of blue.
He holds out his hand. I catch a glimpse of his sweet face as I am pushing my chair in, and the expression he is wearing makes my heart leap.
“Now c’mere, take my hand. Put your left hand here, and put your other here…perfect.” He adjusts my hands on his body until I am in prime waltzing position.
“Now shut your eyes,” he breathes romantically. “Envision us at our wedding, the most beautiful wedding you’ve ever seen. At every table there are red ros-”
“-white roses,” I correct him.
“Ah, you’re very much correct. At every table there are are white roses,” he chuckles. “Imagine we just got officially married. Everyone is looking at us as we’re stepping on to the lustery dance floor. It’s time for our first dance…” he starts moving left and right, up and back to an imaginary tune.
I open my eyes as he leads my up and down the dining area. We twirl and dip to our heart’s delight, only stopping at times to catch our breath. But other than that, we become lost in each other, casually waltzing to and fro for any townie to see. After ten minutes, as we’re finally slowing down, he sneakily throws me a peck on the cheek. I giggle and pull away, nearly tripping in my high heels. “Woah, watch it Lights,” he laughs as he throws his arms out to catch me.
“So don’t you see Amber? Didn’t you feel your heart lift, and that feeling that no one could stop you if they tried?” I think for a moment. Yes, I did get that feeling.
“Of course I did.”
“Good,” he pulls me into him, and my leg naturally pops up. I feel like Mia Thermopolis as he pulls me in for a quick kiss and concludes his point. “So whether we’re married tomorrow or forty years from now, it will still be the same. It will still feel like this.”
My heart leaps. “Say, has anyone ever told you that you’re romantic?” I say seductively.
“I’ve been told a few times,” he smiles. “But it only means something to me if it’s coming from you.”
“Good,” I smile. “Very good.”
“In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.”
>.< How cute!
James is a good guy, yo.
I am a big fan of dancing…I mostly just fantasize about it, but's wonderful 😀 I love love loved that!
Kamen is going to be a starrrrrrr~ Hahah
Great job!
LOVED it Amber!! James is amazing and Kamen is so cute! ^_^
I’m getting more and more excited for this wedding!
~Calista Smith
Ahhh! I love this! And the pose ^-^ I wonder where ever you got those from. I. LOVE. JAMES ❤ you lucky girl you!
Awww! James is so amazing! I love the relationship they have! It’s adorable! Great job, as usual, Amber!
I don’t know – for some reason I just am having a problem with James at the moment. Maybe he’d rather not get married? Perhaps he just wants to live and pop out even more babies with Amber? lol maybe I’m just tired and not reading it correctly. Love the blog and I really hope that I’m wrong.
Nope, you’re right Theresa. At this point in time it DOES seem that all he wants is to pop out babies and not think about the wedding. I guess we’ll see how THAT all turns out
Their love makes me as giddy as a school girl! I’m happy that Amber found happiness!
Amazing and stunning post! I swear I got goosbumps at the end….. The wedding is going to be a fairytale by the looks of it!
Oh, I LOVE James <33 He's a great guy for Amber!
They are so sweet together, I love themm <33
Their wedding will turn out perfectly, I can imagine it already!
Fantastic job! This post was amazing, Amber and James are the perfect couple <33
Aww, so sweet. Never knew James was such a romantic.
With the WHITE roses :L He got there in the end and I can’t wait to read more.
[“Envision us at our wedding, the most beautiful wedding you’ve ever seen. At every table there are red ros-”
“-white roses,” I correct him.] <— That was my favorite part! xD
Karmen is so cute! He looks like the very first foal I ever had in my game! Oh man… this post made me miss playing with pets. ;_;
Anyway, on to the good stuff, I love Amber and James so much. Thats right, I said it! I love them as a couple! I'm happy that she didn't end up with Corbin… never thought I would hear myself saying that, but alas, I am. I still need to read the first chapter, but I got so excited that I would actually be able to read and comment that I just went with the first link I saw! xD
This is fabulous so far, darling! I am super excited for their wedding and their babies, and everything else that this amazing blog has to offer! *gives two thumbs up and bounces off to read chapter one*
P.S. I am digging the header.
1) Your writing has improved so much girlie! I just fall into it and start aww-ing. I forget I’m reading something from YOU ;-P
2) James is so sweet, I want to cry.
3) I am glad you made your new room blue instead of pink!
4) Amber just looks so grown-up with that short little haircut, I really feel like I’m reading a whole different part of Amber’s life!
OMIGAWD.
JAMES AND AMBER. Vbsnndndnsnsndndnfnfnbfbfbf
I swear, they’re so adorable! Seriously!
I can understand why Amber would want to take a break from having kids. x.x xD