Rose 7: That's what we do

The crazy game keeps giving Pedro the 'celebrity did a no-no' rumor that he's sleeping with the occult. He's freakin married to a witch what do you expect?!?!?!?! So, I just ignore it. Maybe it'll get so bad that he'll lose celebrity status and I'll not have to deal with it, but his books are doing well so he's getting famous as an author. That moodlet is annoying. 

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     Pedro and I happily settle into married life after we receive such thoughtful gifts like the stereo shown here. Somebody also gets us a DJ booth. I sell it. We need the money since we're having trouble raising the 2,600 we need for our honeymoon. 

     Another gift I'm very surprised to receive is the cauldron. Right away, I start trying to figure out how to use it, and I discover it can really take a lot out of me... I mean a lot.

      Weeks turn into months, and we still don't have the money for the honeymoon due to all our other expenses. We don't let it get us down, however.

     I find out it's possible to get a loan, should we need it. However, the people at Rossi Savings and Loan say the interest is ten percent! That's much higher than what I'm used to, and I know we wouldn't be able to afford the bills should it come to that.

     Then Pedro gets a cold, and I discover a grown man when he's sick is the most pitiful thing in the world. He keeps thinking he should get up and finish his book, but I won't let him because every time he does, he winds up coughing and sneezing and acting all together miserable. So, I force him to stay put.. the most I'll let him do is sit on the couch and watch TV.

    It's during one of these sick days of his that I make my way to the magic shop, and a pretty butterfly comes and lands right on my nose! I laugh and gently encourage it to get on my finger. I stand and admire it as the warm summer sunshine beats down on me, and I wonder if butterflies have a state of self-awareness. I can't help but wonder because it looks like this butterfly is trying to communicate something to me. I shake my head no and laugh at myself and my own silliness before I encourage the little thing to fly away.

    I go back home afterwards to discover that Pedro is, at least at the moment, being good and staying in bed. Something stinks awful bad. It's coming from the fridge.

      Ugh! Who knew salad could go bad so quickly?! Oh no. 

    The horrid smell coming from the fridge hits me harder than I expect it to, and I go dashing to the toilet to be sick. I can't believe I reacted like that. I've never reacted to bad smells like this in the past.

    Another gnome magically appears! I put him with the others so he doesn't get lonely.

     "You've got to be kidding me." I say in a very unenthusiastic way to my husband when he asks me to play goalie for him. I stink at this sport. Well, any sport.

     "Aw, come on. It's not so hard. Just keep the ball from making it into the goal."

     "Right." I say sarcastically.
     So, I magically change into my athletic wear since I am a sim, and that's what we do.

     Then I ... fail. He cheers until I glare at him. 

     "Come on, Rose. Give it another try." he coaxes. 

     I let out a huff and stand up.

    He shoots again, and I go the wrong way ... again.
    "Now see," he says as he tries not to smile hugely, "I knew you would go to that side, so I went to the other side."
    "I thought you were going for this side."
    "I was faking."

    I try for the other side, and he acts like he expected me to do that because for once he shoots the ball to my right -- without faking.

     I'm tired of this already. I don't get up again. This last landing has really bruised my hip I think.
     Once Pedro stops jumping around like a child, he finally notices I haven't stood back up.
     "Rose?" he asks, walking over to me and looking concerned. "Are you okay?"
     I'm really okay other than my probable bruise which I can live with, but I pout anyway. "I don't want to do this anymore."
      "I'm sorry. This wasn't fair since I've been playing this my whole life." he says softly and helps me to my feet.

    "I suck at this, and I wanna go home." I almost whine.
   "You don't 'suck at this'. Those were nice dives for the ball... just the wrong way." he says and looks like it's killing him to keep from laughing.
     "You're laughing at me!" I accuse and try to keep from crying.
     He can no longer control himself, and he does start laughing. I glare at him and decide to see myself home.

    He prevents me from doing that, however, when he side-steps and blocks my path. Before I can say anything, he suddenly kisses me. I make this little irritated noise and stomp on his foot. The man actually laughs into my mouth as he kisses me! Oh, I'm so mad.
    When his hands get a little too, and unexepectedly frisky for my comfort level being out in public and all, I say, "Stop it! People can see us."

     "Nobody cares. And besides, we're newlyweds. They almost expect it." He smiles and backs up just to make me happy. "Alright. You really want to go home, we can go home. Maybe someday I'll teach you better how to play this."
     "I think I'll just stick to painting. There are less bruises involved with that." I say before he holds his hand out to me for us to leave. "Um... well... maybe I don't want to go. They were gonna start up this... thing, and I thought we could go watch it next to the water."
      "The fireworks?" he asks.
      "Yes! Fireworks." I answer now that I remember what the word was I was trying to remember.

     "Enjoying the show?" he asks once the fireworks really get going.
     "Mhm." I answer and wonder why he's watching me and not the fireworks.

     "Pedro, you're missing it." I say as I turn to him.
     "No I'm not."
     I giggle. "Yes you are, silly. You're sitting there staring at me for goodness sake."
     "That's right, and the fireworks I see when I look at you far outshine the ones over our heads."
     He needs to write greeting cards, I think uncontrollably. That's the kind of stuff he'd put in his letters to me.
       He brings our hands up and kisses the back of mine, looking rather pleased with himself at how he's gone and made me speechless again.

     When the fireworks end, we don't get up. Instead, we sit here and stare at the clouds and stars overhead. I'm happy it's not raining.
      "What are you thinking about?" I ask him because I want to know. He's always so quiet.
      "Things." he answers vaguely.
      I ram my shoulder into his in a mildly-irritated fashion before I ask, "What kind of things?"
       "Nice things." he answers, being just as flipping vague.
       "Like?" I ask, determined not to give up now.
       He sighs. "Well, for one, and this is only a little one, I finished my book."
        I gasp. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?!"
       "Because I wanted to wait and tell you once I struck the deal with the publishing company. I have them by the balls and they know it, and I'm going to get some money out of them this time."

     He turns to me, "So that we can finally go on our honeymoon."
     I start crying. "That's wonderful." I eek out before I work on calming myself down.

     "This is the fourth time you've cried today. What's gotten into you?" he asks.
     "I have no idea, but my butt's cold. Let's go home now."
     "And warm up your butt." he says, trying not to laugh again.
      I smile, knowing what he's implying. "Yes." Then I roll my eyes while continuing to smile.


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Alrighty, so update on more mundane things while Pedro warms up Rose's butt. Rose finally painted a brilliant painting, and I sold it. Yes, I actually sold one of her paintings. I've been keeping way too many.
I purchased 'fast learner' for Pedro.

Oh, here's a moderately big one: Giacomo has moved in with someone named Florence Taylor, and SP tells me they're going steady. However, he still calls Rose almost daily to ask her out. >.>

Pedro's 2nd book in his trilogy, The Quantum Malfactor, does really well for a SciFi novel. $148 a week. I think I'm going to have to get him to write a few money makers now.

Luis Toledo is no longer lonely. He moved in with Rose Foley. Nice name, Rose.