June 24, 2017

Raven: Week Thirty-Five, Day Seven

Raven scowled at the number on her phone as she hid in the sitting room, as far from Daryl as she could manage. He was already worried about her because of her little temper tantrum with the TV.  Every time he looked at her, he telegraphed his concern loud and clear!  His usefulness as a baby caregiver and a cover was slowly starting to grate...

If only her idiot father hadn't smeared her pictures all over the evening news!  The Black-Wolff Widow was splashed across all the headlines.  What was he thinking?!

She stabbed the 'call' button and impatiently waited as the phone rang.
She heard her pick up and Raven's mood sunk even lower.  "Hello?" the bitch asked, sickly sweet as sugar.

"It's me," she snapped angrily.  "Leave me alone!"

She heard her gasp. "Lacie! Oh, my plumbbob!"  Her sister's response became muffled, as though she were holding her hand over the mouthpiece.  "DAD! It's Lacie!"

Raven scowled.  "LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" she hissed, hanging up the phone quickly, before her father could reach the phone.

As if she wanted anything to do with her bleeding heart family.  She scowled angrily at that thought.  NO! They weren't her family.  They were Lacie's family!  And Lacie was dead.  DEAD!

Fuming, she stomped her foot on the floor.  Her father was ruining everything for her!  Everything!  

She fought the urge to throw her cell phone across the room.  That would be too hard to explain to Daryl...

"Babe?" Daryl called out, pausing a moment to see if he could hear her in the quiet house.  "You okay?"

No answer.

He could've sworn he heard her yelling.

Ever since they'd found out she was pregnant again, Raven had been acting... off...    Understatement of the year, he thought with a sigh.  He'd found her muttering to herself angrily a number of times and she absolutely refused to fix the TV, nearly losing it when he'd suggested they call out the repairman.  She also didn't want to leave the house.  Not for prenatal appointments, not for movies out.  It was almost like she was scared to step outside...

He cocked his head, listening.  He'd heard movement from the sitting room on the second floor. 
 "Babe?" he called again, hurrying up the stairs. 

Cautiously, he poked his head in the door, just in time to see her slip her phone in his pocket.  "Hey babe, you okay in here?" he asked, trying hard to sound light-hearted.

Raven grimaced at the untimely interruption.  The last thing she wanted to do was have Daryl fawning over her!
"I'm fine!" she responded, her voice hard as flint.  "I'm not some weakling that needs to be watched over!" she snapped angrily, turning around to pin with him a piercing glare.

Daryl nodded, attempting to placating her.  "I know, babe. I know!"  He'd found that she was hard to talk to when she was in this mood. Nothing he said right now was going to go over well.
Unable to meet her eye, he lowered his gaze to the little belly bump that couldn't really be seen unless you knew it was there.  "And how's my little girl this morning?" he asked, reaching out to lay his hand on her belly.

Raven smirked.  "How do you know it's a girl?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Daryl looked back up, a smile lingering on his lips.  "Well, we already have a son.  A little girl would be perfect," he told her.  "A beautiful little girl with your pretty eyes!"

"Well, that's not the way simbiology works!" she snapped, frustrated again with him.  Why did he have to be so... so... simple!  
"Come out with Onyx and I to the town fair," he asked her suddenly.  "It'll do us all good to get out in the sunshine!  We can stop for ice cream on the way home!"

Raven started to shake her head.  "No, I don't want to go out in public."

"Just for a little bit, then we'll come home," he pressed.  "I really wanted to get a family picture."

Raven thought of the family pictures lining the wall in Sunset Valley with a pang and allowed herself to be persuaded.

"Fine. But we leave when I say we leave!"

Thankfully the fair was pretty empty.  They grabbed the family photo, Raven complaining the entire time, and then wandered around. 
"Ugh! This place is so boring!" Raven bitterly complained, casting a bored look around the fair. 

Daryl pulled a book of the diaper bag.  "I'll hang out here with Onyx and catch up on this pregnancy book.  Do you want to sit with us?"

Raven scoffed.  She could've told him not to waste his time on that drivel!  Pregnancy books told you nothing about being pregnant!   "No!" she said with a huff.  She looked around him, searching for anything else to do.  "I'm going to go get some food." 
Daryl let his breath out slowly after Raven stormed off in the direction of the food vendors.  It must be the pregnancy hormones that were making Raven so unreasonable.  Sometimes he felt like he didn't recognize her anymore.

It would be better after their child was born, he thought, full of hope.  Hopefully the baby would change everything!

Raven approached the food vendor, suddenly ravenous.  She'd had more cravings with this pregnancy than the last one.  She desperately wanted a peanut butter banana sandwich.  You wouldn't think that would be that hard to make, but her idiot husband couldn't even manage that.  He offered her a peanut butter jelly sandwich!  If that was what she wanted, she would have made it herself! she thought with frustration.  Sometimes she was so disgusted with him she could just kill him!
 She settled on some chili cheese fries and headed to the picnic table to eat.

He watched her from across the way, riveted by the sight of her, as always.  The past few months had been hell.

I should just go home, he tried to convince himself.  But, he was already striding towards her, as though pulled by some unknown force.

It should have disturbed him.  He was a principled man that depended upon wit and logic, not superstition and emotion.

But there was just something about her..
He slid into the seat across from her.  "Raven," he breathed in greeting, his eyes darting across her face, taking in her beauty.  If anything, she looked even more beautiful than the last time he'd seen her.  There was almost a glow about her...
Raven choked on her food, surprised by Nathan's sudden appearance.  She gasped with surprise, glancing over his shoulder.  "What are you doing here?" she whispered.

"I've missed you," he told her simply. 
Raven narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as she gazed at him, as though she were searching the very depths of his soul.  It made him slightly uncomfortable, wondering what it was that she might see.  A weak man, he thought with self-disgust.

Then, after only seconds, her face cleared as she smiled seductively at him.  "I've missed you, too" she admitted in that husky, sultry voice.

Nathan breathed with relief.  He'd thought he'd ruined everything because he'd bungled the morning after.  In his defense, her unexpected pregnancy had thrown him off...  as well as the urn...

"Can I see you again?" he asked.

Raven glanced behind him, towards the fountain once again before meeting his gaze.  "I'm with someone else," she told him hesitantly.

Nathan squeezed his eyes shut with defeat.  "I know," he admitted heavily.  "Is it serious?"

"I'm pregnant," she said slowly, gauging his reaction.

Nathan felt the words hit with the force of a physical blow.  She'd moved on.  He jerked to his feet.

Raven scurried out of her chair quickly, glancing behind him again.  "Wait!" she called out softly, reaching her hand out to stop him.
He stopped, squeezing his eyes shut and waited... hoping... desperate... wanting...
Raven hedged, biting that pouty, kissable bottom lip.  "I made a mistake..." she whispered, a glint in her eyes. "Can we talk sometime? Maybe at your house?" she suggested with another glance over her shoulder.

Nathan's shoulders dropped.  He knew what she was suggesting and it finally dawned on him why she kept glancing over her back. He glanced behind him and saw the man with the baby at the fountain.  Her husband.

But he already knew his course of action.

He nodded, quick, concise and irrevocable.

It was the hardest thing she'd done in ages - walking away from Nathan with his need and desire thrumming in her head.  She'd chosen Daryl because he was easier to control and would care for the mewling baby and help her blend into the community.  But something about Nathan set her on fire.

"I'm ready to go," she snapped.

Daryl nodded, glancing up with a smile.  "Sure, just let me finish this page..."

She folded her arms across her chest and frowned.  "You said we would go home when I chose!" she hissed angrily.  "And I want to go home, now!" She could feel Nathan's pensive gaze following her every movement.
Daryl anxiously fumbled with the pregnancy book, trying to put it away as quickly as possible.  She could feel his confusion and his tender butt-hurt feelings.

Getting him out of the house would be easy!

As we walked away, she glanced behind and her eyes made contact with Nathan.

Soon, her eyes promised him with a little smile.

"You deserve a day off," Raven said as Daryl laid Onyx in his crib.  "You've been taking such good care of the kid and I."

Daryl chuckled.  It seemed to amuse him when she called the kid anything other than his name.  He seemed to think she was being cute.  Really, she just thought the kid was a helpless drain on her life.  She'd never wanted to be a mother and soon she would have two brats well before she was even twenty.

He turned to face me.  "I don't know..." he hesitated.  Raven could feel him grappling between his need to work on his craptastic book and his desire to be there for her.

She forced a smile to her face.  "Really, I'm fine," she promised.  Just go. Just go. Just go, she chanted in her head.

"Seriously, go!" she snapped, struggling to rein her temper in.  "I mean, I could use some time to myself."

Daryl swallowed thickly and nodded hesitantly.  "Okay, sounds good," he said with false cheer.  "I'll head down to the cafe and work on my book."

Raven nodded, all but shooing him from the nursery.  "Great. Go! Have fun!" 
He'd already made it out of the room when he turned around quickly and pressed a kiss on her lips.  "I'll see you in a few hours, babe."
"Take your time!" Raven called after him with a smirk.

Daryl felt guilty as he settled down at the table in the Lonely Literary Cafe and opened up his work in progress.  Since meeting Raven, he'd really struggled with writers' block.  He thought that it must be because of all the life changes he was going through. 

He took a sip of his chai tea, then took a deep, clearing breath.  Opening his eyes, he drummed his fingers lightly on the keyboard.  So far, his main character, Roland, had just discovered the woman he was entranced by was actually a werewolf. 

And that was where his story was stuck.  For some reason, he was having trouble encouraging Roland to enter Theresa's world of werewolf intrigue.  He kept cautiously hanging back on the fringe of something more.

As he re-read the draft, trying to sink into his story, it struck him how much Roland's love interest reflected Raven...

He sunk his head into his hands. 

"Come in," Nathan said nervously after answering the door.  His gaze dropped to the baby in her arms.
He glanced away, uncomfortable.  Raven could sense his indecision, then smiled, knowing that his desire was greater than his misgivings.  "I just can't stay away," he said under his breath, miserably.

"There's something I have to tell you," she said softly, licking her lips.

He nodded, leading her into his kitchen. 

 Unable to work on his book, he'd headed outside and agonized over his relationship.  Remembering that he'd tucked the pregnancy book into his laptop bag, he pulled it out to finish.

Reaching for his hands,  Raven forced a tear from her eye, telling him how scared she'd been to be a single mother, finding herself pregnant shortly after being widowed.  He'd hurt her after yelling at her the morning after they'd made love so she'd turned to another man. 

She lowered her lashes.  "But I made a horrible mistake," she whispered.

Hope flared in Nathan's eyes.

It didn't take much convincing to find herself wrapped in his strong arms.

After all, you never knew when you might need an Option B.

Darryl shut the book with a heady sense of peace.  The pregnancy book had a chapter devoted to a woman's surge of hormones during pregnancy.  That must be why Raven had been acting so erratically! he thought, closing his eyes with relief.

"I've got to get home!" he said under his breath as he jumped up and hurried to catch a cab.  He'd been worried about their relationship and considering a divorce.  He wanted to kick himself!  But, it was just a normal stage of pregnancy!

"Can you go any faster?" Daryl asked the cab driver. 

The cab driver scoffed and threw a disgusted look over his shoulder.  "It's storming out there and you want me to go faster?  Plumbbob, they don't pay me enough for this job!"  he muttered under his breath.

Daryl sunk back in his seat and waited anxiously.
The moment they stopped in front of their home, he threw some cash at the cabbie and darted inside.  The front gate banged shut behind him.

He flew inside.  "Raven?" he called out, listening.

He didn't hear any movement that would indicate where she was.   The house felt empty and quiet.  He began to worry.  Did she leave him?  Is that why she'd wanted him out of the house?  His stomach clenched with fear.
"Raven?"  he called again as he raced up the steps.
He burst into the bedroom and let out a relieved breath.  She didn't leave him!  He gazed at her, thinking what an angel she looked like as she slept. 
Raven's eyelids fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, peering up at him in feigned confusion.  "Daryl?" she said huskily.  "What's wrong?' 

The truth of the matter is that she'd just gotten home and threw herself into bed when she heard the front door slam open. 

"I'm sorry I woke you...  I just wanted to tell you that I lo..." he said haltingly.  He paused when he heard Onyx crying upstairs. 

Raven rolled back to her side and closed her eyes tightly.  Daryl's thoughts were bouncing off the walls, making her feel strangled.  "Will you get him?" she asked, waving him from the room.  After spending the afternoon with Nathan, Daryl's neediness seemed stifling.

"Of course," Daryl nodded, slipping from the room silently, hoping Raven would be able to slip back to sleep.

Daryl hurried up the stairs to the nursery.
"Hey little man," he said in greeting to his stepson as he entered the room.  "Mama's sleeping, shhh..."

Onyx turned at his voice.  "Da!" he called out happily.  "Da! Da!"
Daryl grinned widely.  He scooped Onyx into his arms and tossed him in the air a few times.  "Did you have a good afternoon with mama?"

Onyx laughed as he flew up in the air.  He started babbling about his day in incomprehensible snippets.  

"Oh! Sounds like fun!" Daryl murmured in response.  "Time for bed, little man."

"NOOOOO!" Onyx protested loudly.
Daryl chuckled.  "Shhh, mama's sleeping," he said, slipping Onyx into his pajamas.  "And it's time to get some sleep."

He settled Onyx into the crib and kissed the top of his head.  "Sleep well, little man."

After peeking in on Raven and finding her fast asleep, Daryl headed into the study.  He browsed the internet, looking up recent news.  He shook his head when he saw the articles about the run-away Black-Wolff Widow.  He hoped she was found soon.  Sounded like she needed some serious meds...
He scrolled past the pictures to the Politics section, then stopped suddenly.  Something in the picture had caught his eye.  Scrolling back up, he clicked on the image of Lacie Black-Wolff to enlarge the image.

His eyes widened when he found himself staring back at a blonde Raven.  As blonde as Onyx...

Clicking the back button, he selected the article, delving into the mystery of the Black-Wolff Widow and working out a timeline...

June 20, 2017

Liebster Award

I was nominated for a Liebster Award by Urunwa and Marcy. Thanks guys! I always look forward to reading your comments on my little RLC story. :)


1. Say thank you to the person that has nominated you for the award.
2. Nominate people (comment on their blog to let them know)
3. Answer the 11 questions the person has asked.
4. Ask the people you have nominated 11 questions.

SO, here goes nothing!

1. Thank you again! :)

2. Oh gosh - I feel like I'm going to be duplicating other people's picks, too!  I'm always on the look out for new stories!  But some of the stories I've been following on the MTS site are:

Owl Face - A Clover and a Bee  
Sunny - Secrets of the Sixkillers
Annie - Chaos Theory
(And I'm nominating my nominators, as well!  As soon as I see their updates, I head over to check it out!)
Urunwa - Sleitann Legacy 
Marcy - Winterly  

Sleitann's Questions:
1) Do you let how your sims act in game affect what happens in the story?  Definitely! I find that it leads to some very interesting stories! 

2) What is the worst incident you've had happening in your current RLC?  I'm going to go with the meteor that killed Liz.  Yup.  That sucked!

3) Best incident whilst playing RLC?  Oh man - so many fun times!  I don't think I can pick one!

4) Favourite sim to play? Probably my founder, Jesse Black.  The Live Your Trait roll was fun! It was interesting to have him act hot-headed every day & get into fights!  Also liked the Tattoo Addict roll!  My favorite tattoo had to have been the drunken Zelda tattoo. :)

5) Staging pictures or writing the story- which do you like better?  Oooo... hard one!  Probably writing the story, though.  I'm not that good of a photo stager!

6) Are you planning on yelling "get off my lawn" to kids when you get old? 
Lol.  Our neighbor actually yelled at the neighborhood kids for running through her front yard and threatened to call the cops the next time it happened.  Since I thought that was absolutely ridiculous, I don't see myself doing it!

7) Fringes/bangs in haircuts (for yourself)- yes or no? 
Only when I've had too much to drink do I think giving myself bangs is a good idea!  *Put the scissors down and step away from the mirror*

8) What's your favourite piece of clothing? 
I don't have one! I am not stylish in the least!  My poor tween daughter is going to have to go shopping with her aunt!

9) Addicted to popping bubblewrap?
In this house, we point gun fingers at each other & stomp on it.  Bang! Bang!  Drives me crazy (unless I'm the one scaring someone)!

10) Coolest insect?
I have no appreciation for insects! I can coexist in a world with them, but we work better together when they avoid me and I avoid them!

11) Current haircolour? 
Brown. I was blonde up until college, when I started going brunette.  I nearly cried the first time my daughter colored a picture of me and used the brown crayon! Lol.  She finally compromised by adding blonde lines for me.  She might be in therapy over that years from now!  I think I'll handle going gray better than I handled going brunette! Lol

Marcy's Questions:

1. What got you into playing Random Legacies/ other sim challenges?  RLC actually got me into playing Sims 3 again! I was looking for random rolls & found the MTS site.  I was hooked!

2. If you could add one extra feature to sims 3 (that would be guaranteed to work the way you want it to), what would you add and why?  I would add an attraction system, a-la-Sims-2!  I liked knowing the turn-ons & turn-offs and 3-bolt loves!

3. What is your LEAST favourite EP?  Probably the Future EP. I haven't played with it too much, though. 

4. If you were a sim, what would be your 3 highest-leveled skills?  Writing, Cooking & Alchemy.  Definitely alchemy.

5. What is your "nightmare roll" for the RLC? The worst combination of rolls you can imagine, essentially.   Single parent with more than 3 kids! Lol. 

6. What is your favourite "it's so bad, it's good" fictional work? (movie, book, etc.)   Hm... probably Orange is the Next Black, tv show.  I binged on it guiltily last week.

7. What is your favourite sport that you do NOT play at the moment?  Maybe volleyball. I used to play that when I was younger!  I saw some kids playing it in the pool last weekend and thought "aw... that would be fun!"

8. Which fictional character do you like that you think you would NOT get along with if they were real? (Can be from something you wrote or from another fictional work)  It would have to be someone really mean or diabolical because I pretty much get along with most people.  So, maybe my Generation 7 heir - Lacie.. err... Raven! 

9. Which animal's existence confuses you the most? (As in, whenever you see it you think, "How is this even a real animal???")   Definitely the platypus.  *insert all platypus jokes that exist*

10. If you had to dye your hair to an unnatural colour (or to a different unnatural colour if it's already such a colour), what would you dye it to and why?   Mermaid style! I've seen some cool multi-colored hairstyles with teal, purple, blue & it looks so pretty! I tried to talk my son into a green mohawk for the summer, but he wouldn't do it. :(

11.  If you were an adventurer, what atypical (as in, not a dog or a cat) but real animal would you choose as your travelling companion?  A donkey or a camel.  That way they could carry more things!

My Questions:

1.  What would your Generational Goal/Miscellaneous Fun roll be if you were a Sim?  Try to pick your best fit! ;)

2.  Which is your favorite generation in your RLC?

3.  Favorite Sim to play?

4.  Least Favorite Sim to play?

5.  Worst (or best) RLC roll?

6.  Where would you love to go on vacation if money & time weren't an issue?

7.  You have 5 minutes to escape your burning house, what is the first thing you decide to grab?

8.  What are you currently reading right now?

9.  Windows or Mac? Laptop or Desktop? PC or Console (then which one?)

10.  Coffee, tea, or none of the above?

11.  What’s one thing you want to let your readers know?

May 25, 2017

Raven: Week Thirty-Five, Day Six

Raven slept, pressed against Daryl's side.  Overnight all those months ago, he had essentially moved in with her.  He took his protective role seriously.

Although it was annoying to have him around all the time, listening to his inane chatter, and watching his ridiculous news talk shows, there were definitely indisputable benefits.  He kept the place clean, he took care of the wailing brat, and he wanted to pay for everything for her. 

She could easily ignore his blathering in exchange for those perks.
In the middle of the night, she rolled out of bed, throwing her hand up to cover her mouth, racing for the bathroom.
Even though it was vile throwing up the acidic bile.  It was well worth it.  The next phase of her plan was about to be put into motion.
Rinsing her mouth with water, she padded back into her room and laid down in bed beside her boyfriend.
 Without waking, Daryl rolled over in his sleep and wrapped his arms around her.  Raven smiled.  He couldn't stand to be without her.

She fell back to sleep.

Daryl kissed Raven's cheek and rolled out of bed.  He liked to be able to let his girl sleep in.  It was his way of pampering her and showing his love.
He headed upstairs before Onyx could wake up his mama.  "Good morning, bud," he said, lifting him up.
Onyx might not be his son by blood, but he was determined to be this boy's father of the heart.  He was working up his nerve to ask Raven to marry him. Sometimes there was something intimidating about her...
He was just going to have to man up and reach for what he wanted.

And he wanted Raven as a family.

Slipping back downstairs, Daryl got in the shower.
A glance out the window showed the gloomy fog enclosing the town like a shroud.  Ooo... that was a good one, he thought, trying to memorize it.  His fingers itched to run to his computer and jot down the note, but he knew he would get too distracted.

And this was an important morning...
Daryl practically skipped down the stairs, already humming under his breath.
He rooted through the refrigerator, grabbing a few ingredients that were necessary.  
He'd been going to the grocery store and had started a few recipes.  Otherwise all his girl would eat was salad.  Blech!   There should be nothing green in their food!
Watching the clock anxiously, he pulled the waffles from the oven before they were burned. 
Success!  He grabbed a plate.

 "Rise and shine, babe," Daryl said, heading into the room with the freshly baked waffles.  Raven rustled underneath the covers, groaning when she realized it was time to wake up.
He watched as she pushed the covers off, baring her body to his gaze.  He felt his mouth water.  He wanted her all the time...

He saw the corner of her mouth kick up in a knowing grin.  Sometimes it felt like she could read his very thoughts!

"Morning," she drawled, standing up. 

"Made you breakfast in bed," Daryl said, placing her plate of waffles on the bedside table.   
"Mmmm... looks good enough to eat," she teased, bending over as she picked up her plate and casting a seductive look over her shoulder.  "Doesn't it?"

Daryl groaned at the pretty picture she presented.  Dang, she pushed all his buttons!  Unfortunately, he knew there wasn't time to do anything about it.  And based on the grin on her face, she knew it.

"You like torturing me, don't you?" he asked heavily. 

"Mmmmmhmmmm," she agreed, sauntering out the door.

Adjusting his shorts, he followed her down the stairs.

"You sure you're okay watching the hoodlum?" she asked, toying with her waffles.
Daryl chuckled at her pet name for Onyx.  "Yeah. I already told you I'm fine watching Onyx.  You go kick ass with your interview!"

Raven blew a kiss.  "Great. Love you!" she beamed, jumping up from the table.  She still had to get ready.  "Thanks for cooking!" she called over her shoulder.

 Ms. Prince had said she would send a car for her.

Raven sneered when she saw the p.o.s. that sat idling in front of her house.  She should've sent a limo, she thought with irritation. 

Daryl finished the dishes, then checked his watch.  Onyx should be sleeping for another hour or so.  So, he finally had some time to do a little writing!
He powered up his laptop and started a new word file.  The gloomy fog... no... the fog shrouded... no... his fingers fingers hovered over the keys, typing and then backspacing as he tried to remember the exact wording he'd used earlier in the morning.  Dammit. He knew he should've written it down.

Frustrated, he slumped forward, resting his forehead on his knuckles.  Usually the words came so easily to him, practically flowing form his fingertips.  But, lately... the words just didn't seem to come. 
Sighing, he spun in his chair and reached for a novel from the bookcase he'd set up in the office.  Sometimes when he couldn't write himself, it cheered him up to visit some of the worlds of his favorite books. 

He especially loved reading about wolves and werewolves.  Really, anything paranormal.  In fact, he was trying to write a book about the politics of a werewolf clan here in Midnight Hollow.

He heard Onyx wailing.  His time was up.  With a sigh, he dropped his book on the desk and left the room, headed up the stairs.
"Hey little man," he crooned, tossing the boy up in the air and catching him.  "You ready to play?"

"DARYL?" Raven called as she stepped inside.

"Yeah, just finishing up dinner!" he called out from the kitchen.

"I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" she yelled.  "COME HERE!"
Daryl flipped the hand towel over his shoulder, heading into the entry hall.  "What's up, babe? How was your..." he stopped, trailing off mid-sentence.
She was wearing her old maternity dress.  His gaze flew to meets hers.  "Are you...?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest, an odd mixture of fear and anticipation.

Raven nodded slightly, shifting nervously.
"Oh babe," he groaned, sprinting across the hall and pulling her into his arms.  "Oh my plumbbob. We're gonna have a baby?" he asked.

Raven nodded again. "Yeah.  Are you mad at me?"
"Mad at you, babe? No!" he told her gently, stroking her face.  "Accidents happen, right?"

Raven barely managed to keep from rolling her eyes.  This pregnancy was definitely not an accident.  She could almost smell his happiness and knew he felt like he'd finally gotten her where he wanted her.  As if!  She actually had him right where she wanted him!
Nervously, he reached into his pants pocket.  "Babe... there's something I've been wanting to ask you," he said with a shaky voice.  He cleared his throat.  "Er, especially now that we're going to have a baby... and not just that.... you know how much I love you, right?"

Raven widened her eyes.  "What is it, Daryl?" she pressed. 

"Hold on a sec," he drawled, dropping to a knee.
Raven gasped, making him smile. 

With a flourish, he held out the ring.  "Marry me, Raven.  Be my wife."
"Yes! I thought you'd never ask!" she cooed, quickly holding her hand out for him to slip the ring on.
"I'm going to make you the happiest woman in the world," he promised her. 
Then reaching down and rubbing his hand on the slight bump on her belly.  "And the best daddy in the world," he added, "to Onyx and this baby."

Raven grinned.  "Oh, I know," she told him.


They settled in front of the TV, Daryl flipping to a local news station.

"...And next up, the Black-Wolff Widow's disappearance out of Sunset Valley...  "

Raven gripped Daryl's thigh, her nails digging into his skin.

Distracted, he reached for her hand.  "Ow! Damn, babe! That hurts!"
"...nobody's mad at you. You're not in any trouble.  We love you and want you to come home..."

Raven felt a black rage sweep over her.  How. Dare. He?!   The edges of her vision started to fade.
"Holy shit, babe! What'd you do that for?" Daryl asked, jumping up.  He'd just heard Raven growl angrily before grabbing the vase sitting on the table and hurling it at the television.  He didn't even know what the newscaster was talking about since he'd been busy trying to pull her nails from his leg.

Raven blinked, staring at the broken TV screen and the shattered vase on the floor.  She'd gone through all of this to start over and now this...   She rubbed her temples as a headache pounded.   She was going to have to fix this...