Rose 2.68: Something happy

Donovan

     The time has come for Mama to age up. It probably should've happened by now, but with the crazy things this save has undergone, our ages have been periodically reset.

     We invite everyone, and most of her large family comes. Some family members are still stuck outside, but the Maker didn't want to wait, worried the party would be a fail if Mama didn't age up soon.

     I wonder what Mama wishes.

     Mama is sad, but she knew this would happen.

     Then, the other crazy party stuff happens.... Like... Chasity loses control over her bladder.

     Mama finally meets Caryn, Link's daughter.
     They've also had a son now, Monte. I have no idea why my brother named his son 'mountain.' Perhaps he has seen too much of Game of Thrones. The son is still an infant. I guess they got a babysitter.

     Fiona's son comes, but Fiona doesn't. Her son Marcel is the one in the red jacket.
     The rest of the party is pretty normal, and we go home for the night.

      Lorenzo has his prom. During the prom, he gets romantic with a girl named Karina Yeager. I did not realize Karina was that popular a name.

     While he is at prom, I have an inspiration to paint. Shauna has gone to take a nap.
     When I finish my painting, I go to the little house to try and find her. She isn't there!

     I at last find her in her old room. Oh, the many, many times I wanted to come in here and seduce her before I'd finally admitted I needed her in my life. I would lie awake in the little house and imagine her sleeping in this bed. In my fantasies, I'd sneak in here, get under the covers, and seduce her. The meaner part of me would then decide to claim she'd been dreaming, that it wasn't real. It was a very tempting scenario.

     The door closes behind me, and Shauna's eyes open. "Donovan?"

     I smile. "What are you doing in here?"
     She smiles back and shrugs. "Well, it wasn't nice to go to the little house by myself. The bed is too big without you, so I thought I'd wait here."
     "Get up. I want to show you something," I tell her eagerly and walk over to take her hand.

      She quietly laughs at me as I pull her through the kitchen. "You look like you must've as a little boy," she says happily, and I smile.

     I show her the easel, and she stares quietly at it.
     "It's... me," she says.
     "Yes. I felt something was missing out of the little house, a new painting to go beside the bed, only this one not like a shrine but as something happy." I remember how she looked sleeping on the bed a minute ago, and the hand I have on her back moves lower.

     She is so used to me now that she doesn't even jump.
     "You painted my portrait?" she asks, sounding like she might be tearing up. I hope they're happy tears.
     "Well, it's not the first portrait I've done of you." I squeeze. "But I thought this one would be more appropriate to hang up where the children might see it."
     She reaches up to wipe under her eyes. "I don't know exactly why, but this is the first time I've felt like this is really where I belong."
      I turn to look at her now, and I reach up to wipe her cheeks for her. "This is where you belong. With me. And I never want to let you go."

     I crush her to me. My beautiful Shauna. Tomorrow, I am going to ask her to marry me.

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