Life Begins at Touch of Death

Oh, what a tangled web we weave! Alison had no idea who had said that, but she thought the web the Lord Wright wove had far more snarls and knots than any mere mortal could hope to create, let alone untangle. It was not her idea, after all, to celebrate a wedding one month, gladly wave the newlyweds off for their respective trips, and then be welcoming one pair back all too soon, and for a funeral, no less.

But such was life, and it could always be worse — much worse. She did not envy Morgause, Mordred and Garnet, and of course little Agravaine, who would never truly know his father. And so as she embraced her new daughter-in-law, she counted her blessings.

“How was your trip?” she asked, pulling away even as Arthur and Tommy already began to murmur about the implications of Lot’s death.

“It went very well, thank you. And how are you — madam?” Lynn’s voice lifted a little on the last syllable and her smile was a touch shyer than normal, if that was even possible. Apparently a few weeks away had not helped her to get used to the idea of calling the King and Queen not “Your Majesty” but “Father” and “Mother,” “Dad” and “Mum,” or even “Arthur” and “Alison” — whichever she prefered. Alison wondered how long she would be “madam” before Lynn got over her nerves.

“Oh, we’re well enough,” Alison replied with a smile. “It’s been a bit of a shock, though. Lot and all …” He was the first of their number, their small band of nobles, to pass. They should have been grateful that they had twenty good years together — twenty years! Twenty years and how many illnesses? Twenty years and how many babies? Twenty years and how many pairs of twins and late-in-life pregnancies?

Twenty years, and how many of them spent with the most powerful Light witch and the most powerful Dark witch feuding?

“Aye,” Lynn agreed. She glanced sidelong at Tommy. “We — we should have been expecting it … but all the same, we …” Her voice glowed with pride whenever the word “we” crossed her lips. “We were so surprised when we got the message.”

“It came on very suddenly. There was enough time to send for Garnet, but beyond that …” Alison sighed. “It’s probably for the best. Poor man. At least he’s past his suffering now.” She made the sign of the plumbbob, Lynn echoing her movements.

“So Garnet did make it home?”

“Aye, poor dear. Just in time, too …” Alison did not want to long think of poor Garnet stumbling to her father’s bedside, managing to gasp out her last good-byes, and then, once Lot had passed, collapsing into Lamorak’s arms in a storm of grief. Lamorak could just barely console her, and Alison and Arthur were the only blood relatives whom she allowed near her. Then again, perhaps Dindrane might have been allowed to stroke her shoulder or whisper something soothing, but Dindrane had her hands more than full with the little ones.

Alison wished Jessie was home; if Garnet could not get to Morgan and Accolon — and Alison dreaded Morgause’s reaction if Garnet even attempted it, and luckily Garnet dreaded it enough not to make that attempt — then Jessie was the next best hope for comforting her. But she and Will were honeymooning on a small island off the coast, not more than a day’s sail, but long enough for bad storms to make crossing an issue. Arthur had ordered the captain of the ship he commissioned to take the message not to attempt sailing until the crossing was safe enough to be chanced. “After all,” Arthur had murmured, mostly to himself after the captain had left but as Alison still remained in the room, “Lot was a practical man. He’d hardly see the point of sending a ship full of good sailors to the bottom just to attempt to have a few more guests make it to his funeral.”

“Poor Garnet,” Lynn murmured. “And Lady Morgause, and Sir Mordred and little Agravaine too.”

“Aye,” Alison replied, more unnerved than she cared to admit by the echoing of her own thoughts. But Lynn was nothing if not polite.

“Should we go there soon, and pay our respects?”

“We’ll have to, soon enough. But …” Alison narrowed her eyes. “My dear, what’s the matter? You’re looking a bit green.”

“Oh …” The green was completely overlaid with a rosy hue. “Just the carriage ride. If I might rest a bit …?”

“Oh, Lynn! Why didn’t you say so? There’s no rush. The funeral is tomorrow, and we can visit anytime after that.”

The relieved sag of the shoulders was all it took for Alison to know that she had made the right decision with that, had she cared for any more reassurance. But she did not. There were, after all, advantages to being queen.

“Come, Lynn — let’s get you upstairs and resting.” Alison touched her arm and gestured to the stairs.

Lynn glanced sidelong at Arthur and Tommy, who had already moved onto the changes that would have to be made with the command structure of the army with Lot’s death. Alison rolled her eyes; Lot had been incapacitated for a year! Hadn’t they already figured this all out? “Never you mind them. They’ll come inside sometime before they get heat stroke. Or if it starts raining.”

“Are you sure …?”

“Aye, I am. Watch this. Boys! We’re going inside. Please manage to make it inside for dinner.”

“All right, Mum.”

“Aye, dinner, Alison.”

“Now come along, dear,” Alison said with a wink.

Lynn spared one glance at her husband and father-in-law before following on Alison’s heels.

The trouble with the suite they had prepared for Lynn and Tommy was that it was quite high up. Tommy had requested it that way, but it did make it a bit of a pain to get to. So when they entered the main hall, the servants all bowing and scuttling out of the way, Alison slowed her steps. If Lynn really wanted to rest, perhaps the parlor …

Lynn caught up to her and watched her expectantly. Alison headed up the stairs.

And up the stairs. And up the stairs. Really, she didn’t envy Lynn once she got a bit of a belly on her.

Then Alison kicked herself. She had promised herself — again and again she promised herself — that she would not be that mother-in-law. She would not. She would not make Lynn feel as if she was a walking womb procured for the delivery of grandchildren. The poor girl would be facing enough pressure from her own family to produce an heir quickly and so prove her worth. Alison would not add to it.

More importantly, she had been there before. Igraine had not been a bad mother-in-law — she had never presumed to question Alison or scold her on her slowness to get pregnant. The light of hope in her eyes whenever Alison reached for a second or third apple, or spent the morning heaving her guts out after consuming some wine, though, was worse than any scolding. The soft sigh she let escape when Alison complained of cramps was worse than any questioning.

It had taken Alison over two years after her wedding to finally get pregnant. The first six months, before it occurred to her to worry about how soon she was or wasn’t getting pregnant, had been heaven. The next six an uneasy purgatory. The next year was just shy of hell. She didn’t know how many nights she had cried herself to sleep as hope for a baby in the next nine months was killed. She didn’t want to remember how many times she was three days or two or one or an hour late, and worked herself up into hope only to have it dashed. She did her best to put aside the feelings of failure and guilt, her conviction that this was her punishment for daring to rise so far above her station. To marry a prince, or the next best thing to it, only to not be able to give him an heir. If she hadn’t gotten pregnant when she had, she didn’t want to know what would have happened to her and Arthur’s marriage.

If there was one thing she could do as Queen, she would protect her daughter and daughters-in-law from ever being made to feel so worthless.

“Well, here we are!” she announced uselessly as they entered Lynn’s pink-painted sitting room, and moved through to the bedchamber. “Shall I call for your maid?” Alison asked as she sat herself on the sofa by the door.

She expected Lynn to perch beside her. She did not. Instead, she moved toward the large mirror, imported at no small expense from the silversmiths of Glasonland. “No, thank you, madam.”

Alison watched with more than a little confusion as Lynn turned this way and that in the mirror, examining her reflection for — what? What could she possibly want to see? “Lynn, is everything all right?”

“Oh! Oh, yes, everything is fine!” She bit her lip and leaned closer to the mirror. “… Madam?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Do — do you think this dress makes me look …”

“Look?”

“Fat?”

Alison’s eyes bulged. “Fat? No, no, of course not! You look as slender as birch rod in that gown!”

“Oh,” Lynn sighed. Yet it did not sound as if she disbelieved.

Alison shook her head — she’d known Lynn since she could just toddle, and never before had she heard a whisper of self-consciousness about her figure out of her. Nor had she heard anything of that nature out of Claire, or even Guinevere (by way of Leona by way of Clarice) or Jessie. Indeed, it had always been Jessie who had complained of being too thin, “skinny and scrawny as a boy,” as she’d put it on more than one occasion, and she had always claimed jealousy for Lynn’s more ample curves.

Then again … Alison glanced down at her own none-too-shabby … “charms,” as Arthur had called them as they just sort of grew there when she’d been expecting the twins. Dear Lord, did Bors put some nonsense into her head about what a Princess ought to look like? How she ought to follow the Queen?

It made no sense, of course, that a Princess should be expected to follow the fashion cues of a woman a quarter-century her senior and having a completely different figure and coloring besides, but that was Bors all over. Perhaps after visiting the Orkneys, she ought to bring Lynn down to the nunnery for a chat with her mother. It would take at least the two of them to figure out what Bors had planted into that pretty blonde head and dig it out again.

“I think my bodice is too tight, though,” Lynn murmured. She gave an odd sort of wiggle, like she was trying to scratch an itch without actually being able to reach it.

“Hmm. I think if Tommy can still span your waist with his hands, that bodice should be fine.”

“But …” Lynn murmured.

“What, dear?”

“It’s not — it’s not my waist that it’s getting tight around …”

“Not your …” Then Alison watched as Lynn gave that odd wiggle again — the twitch of the shoulders, the meant-to-be subtle attempt to twist her bodice around her … “Oh! Your bust, dear?”

Lynn stopped and flushed, her hands on her stomach. “Aye.”

“You can go ahead and say it, we’re just women together,” Alison laughed, and let out a sigh of relief. If that was only it! The de Ganis girls tended to favor (probably under their father’s influence) looser, more flowing, more so-called modest gowns. Lynn, as anyone could have expected, had probably taken her first chance to rebel with a more daring cut of a gown, and found out a little too late that it wasn’t as comfortable as she thought it would be. You did have to construct those types of bodices almost perfectly if you didn’t want to feel like some adventurous girl who had cut her hair and bound her breasts to run away to the army or to the sea. Doubtless the tailor or seamstress had botched the job.

But that was easily fixed, at least when you were royalty. A new bodice, measured and fitted properly, ought to do the trick. They could even salvage the cloth for something else, trimming maybe, or a bodice on a less curvy young lady. “Here, why don’t you let me call your maid, you can put on a nice robe and be more comfortable for a while? You can dress in something else more comfortable when it’s time for dinner.”

“Maybe in a bit,” Lynn murmured. Without a further word, she joined Alison on the sofa. Yet once she sat, she took a deep breath and her mouth opened …

Then it shut again and she stared at the mirror opposite, watching her reflection.

“Lynn,” Alison started, then stopped. She started again with a deep breath. “I know I’m not your mother … but … could you stand a bit of motherly advice, just for a moment?”

“Of course, madam.”

“You have to be careful with bodices like that,” she smiled. “They have to be fitted properly if you’re going to get any kind of support and still feel like you’re able to breathe. In fact, it’s best to make it looser and rely on support from your undergarments. That’s what I always told Jessie, anyway.” Much as she complains she doesn’t have anything that needs supporting.

“Oh …” Lynn glanced down at her bust. “I think it’s still too tight, though. It was fine when it was fitted …”

“Well, that’s possible,” Alison replied. Especially if you’re bloating a bit now. She didn’t ask that question, though. The giggling maidservants who cared for Lynn’s linen would probably have the whole kingdom knowing her schedule before long, poor thing. Alison sighed. At least she hadn’t had to endure that while she was waiting for Tommy and Jessie to come to her.

“But if you want, we can have the whole thing refitted,” Alison replied. “Won’t be any trouble.”

“Oh, that would be such a waste …”

“Only if we let it be,” Alison answered. “We can reuse the cloth.”

“But — but it would just have to be refitted again, when I …” Lynn bit her lip.

“When you …”

“Lose the weight,” Lynn flushed and looked at her lap, though her dark eyes darted up and down again from time to time.

Did it bother her, then, to be putting on a few pounds? Most women were rather fond of having a recognizable waistline, of course, even if there came a point when most — except for those particularly gifted when it came to the shedding of weight — realized that they’d traded in the waistline for a baby or two or half-a-dozen.

But she’d seemed so disappointed when Alison tried to reassure her that she wasn’t looking chubby!

“We can wait, then. Or you can just wear something that makes you more comfortable. Perhaps that dress isn’t the best for traveling. All that jostling around in the carriage …”

Lynn started to turn a bit green.

“Lynn, are you all right? Do you normally get sick on long rides?”

“I — once or twice,” she admitted.

“Then if you were feeling ill, why didn’t you ride with Tommy? Your palfrey was brought along, wasn’t she?”

“Oh! Oh, no, I couldn’t!”

“Whyever not?”

“Because …” Lynn blushed again. “Father — Father told me I couldn’t ride once I was married, in case — in case I might be carrying a baby.”

Alison blinked. And here I thought she’d only gotten into the carriage on the day after her wedding because she wanted to nap on the way! “Did he really tell you that?”

“Yes …” But if that were the case, why did that look of guilt flash over her face?

Maybe it was because of the “betrayal.” “Lynn, do you mind if I’m honest with you for a moment?”

“Of — of course not.”

“That’s one of the silliest pieces of so-called advice I’ve heard.” Perhaps that wasn’t being strictly honest; if Lynn hadn’t been Bors’s daughter, she would have used a stronger word than “silly” to describe what she thought of that advice. “If you don’t have any reason to think you’re with child, there’s no reason not to ride.”

“There … there isn’t? But couldn’t a fall hurt a baby?”

“Couldn’t a fall hurt you?”

“Er … of course?”

“And let me ask you, do you let that risk deter you from riding?”

“Well, I try not to do anything … silly …”

“Of course you do, Lynn, you’re not a fool. And more importantly, you’re not a man, and they all seem to think that riding in way that’s almost certain to break their necks is something to be proud of.” Alison winked and Lynn let out a scandalized giggle. “But really, if you don’t think you’re with child, you should be riding. It’ll make you stronger for when you do get child. I mean, it’s good exercise, and it’s less likely to make you carriage-sick — which is always a good thing! Besides,” Alison continued breezily, with scarcely a thought, “you don’t have any reason to think you’re with child, do you?”

Oh DAMN!

She’d done it. She’d gone and done it. She’d been that mother-in-law, much as she was trying not to be. And now she would have to watch as Lynn blushed and shamefacedly shook her head, and then Alison would have to calm her down, and tell her that it had been less than six weeks since they had been married and that no one, no one was expecting Lynn to be expecting that soon —

But Lynn only smiled.

And suddenly a great many things clicked together in Alison’s head.

The greenishness. The seeming desire to look plumper. The complaints about her bodice growing tight around the bust. The refusal to ride. “Lynn …”

“I haven’t bled since before the wedding!” Lynn blurted out, her face practically splitting in half from her grin. “And I’m so sick in the mornings! And a few days ago, Tommy went hunting, he cleaned up but I could still smell a bit of blood on him — I was sick for an hour!” she laughed.

“Were — were you?” Alison gasped.

“And Tommy noticed! He got me a breakfast of quail eggs one morning! He knows!” She laughed again. “But — but we weren’t going to tell anyone until I was a few more months along. Just to be sure. Well, other than you and the King and my parents, of course. But look at me! I couldn’t even keep it a secret for half an hour!”

“I shouldn’t worry about trying to keep it a secret.” Those giggling maidservants would be sure to tell everyone that Lynn’s linen hadn’t shown a spot since before her wedding.

“I’ll try my best, though, I really will.” She laughed. “But, oh, Your Majesty! Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Oh, yes. It is.”

And indeed, as Alison crushed Lynn to her in a congratulatory hug, there was only one thought that could find its way through her cotton-filled skull:

GRANDBABIES!

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20 thoughts on “Life Begins at Touch of Death

  1. Well, that’s kinda up and down. Yay, congrats to Lynn and Tommy. (And Arthur and Alison and Claire… And I guess to Bors. If I have to.)

    But poor Garnet. At least she got to say goodbye, but seriously…

    And why shouldn’t Garnet be able to comfort herself? Morguase is going to be playing the bereaved widow to the hilt, she’ll have all the comfort the poor noble class can give to the wicked old shrew. (Except, hopefully, Lamorak’s!!)

    Oh well, Lynn’s cute, here. And I have to say, Alison’s right, those stairs are likely to be a pain later in the pregnancy. Maybe she can convince Tommy to carry her. Or Alison could fix her a guest room lower down in the keep or something.

    I also liked Alison’s thoughts on how her mother-in-law was and how she doesn’t want to be a bad mother in law.

    • You don’t have to congratulate Bors. It’s not like he had anything to do with it (other than getting out of the way). However, I think Arthur, Alison and Claire would much appreciate your congratulations!

      Of course Morgause is going to be playing the bereaved widow to the hilt — that’s why she “needs her daughter’s support” and going to Accolon and Morgan would not be supportive. Well, to Morgause. It would be getting Garnet some support.

      Glad you thought Lynn was cute. 🙂 She’s been quietly suppressing the baby-rabies for some time now, so getting pregnant — even if it leaves her feeling miserable — made her pretty much over the moon. And Tommy hasn’t had a panic attack (no more freedom I’m gonna be a father I have to be responsible I have to KNOW STUFF oh noes!) yet! So all-in-all, it’s a good development!

  2. Yaaaaay, a baby! 🙂

    I’m glad Alison is taking it upon herself to get all Bors’s nonsense out of Lynn’s head. Hopefully it’s not too slow a job, but… well, Bors does have a lot of nonsense :S

    Poor Garnet. Mordred and Agravaine too, but especially Garnet 😦

    I’m guessing Morgan and Accolon won’t be at the funeral? I hope they are, though. Something tells me Morgan will be the only one who won’t be willing to give Morgause’s grieving widow mask the benefit of the doubt (well, except maybe Garnet, but she’s a little preoccupied right now).

    • Luckily, however, for Alison, Lynn somehow managed to pick up quite a bit of common sense along the way. And the four years at college and away from Dear Old Dad certainly helped in getting rid of a lot of his dumber ideas. Still, Alison has her work cut out for her.

      Yeah, poor all those kids. 😦 And Dindrane. And the grandkids.

      I’ve already shot the funeral, and no, Morgan and Accolon don’t make an appearance. They mainly stayed away (oddly enough) for Garnet’s sake. If they were going to come, it would only be for Garnet … but if they came, it would inevitably cause a scene. Wait, let me rephrase that. Morgause would inevitably cause a scene. Morgan and Accolon aren’t willing to put Garnet through that right after her father’s death. They’re there for her when she needs them, and crashing her father’s funeral in this case wouldn’t be being “there for her.”

  3. *deep breath* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I was hoping she’d conceive soon! I know it’s not nice to play favorites, but Tom and Lynn really are my favorite couple, and they deserve all of the happiness they can find. *has a happy* And I completely and utterly agree with Alison’s last thought. I squealed so loud that my husband thought I was in labor! *laugh*

    Lot sickened very suddenly after lingering on for so long. I hope Mordred is rather suspicious of his mother.

    • All right!! Tommy and Lynn have a #1 fan! I’m so glad you like them. 🙂 It’s definitely a happy day for them, especially for Family Sim Lynn.

      And oh no! I don’t want to be responsible for any false alarms! Keep calm, Naomi, just keep calm. 😉

      Father Hugh warned Mordred in an earlier post that Lot was starting to fade. (Here if you’re curious.) So his death isn’t all that sudden. And … bah, I’ll just say it, Morgause isn’t responsible.

      This time, at least.

      • We’re a week past due, so I think a little excitement wouldn’t be remiss. *laugh*

        She’s not? Dang it, I was feeling all smart and stuff. *pout* I remembered that post (not the part that Father Hugh said Lot was failing, though), and the plant. I thought maybe she had found a way to cure Lot, because I’m sure that if she had the knowledge, she would- I mean, sure, she’d be extremely public about the fact that SHE found the cure rather than her sister, but would be mum about HOW she found the cure. And really, there had to be some affection some time in her relationship with Lot, otherwise why would she still be married to him? She’s not some milksop miss that can be told whom to marry and why and for how long and would happily snub her nose at the standard conventions saying she had to stay married to the man if she didn’t want to. *cough* But yeah, I thought maybe she thought she’d found a way to cure him and failed (I wanted to give her some credit, I suppose, evil as she is) or that she had decided to shuffle him loose the mortal coil; replacing him with a hardier plant, as both she and Mordred mentioned. Oh well, I still hope she gets her eventual comeuppance. Someone’s bound to notice missing peasants if she ever gets her way.

        • And this kinda set the tone for me:

          “No, no, I do not.” Morgause sighed. “For Wright’s sake. If I really wanted your father dead, do you think he’d still be alive?”

          “Mother!”

          “Well? Do you?”

          Mordred hung his head. “I cannot imagine you would kill Father.”

          “Then you,” Morgause replied, sidling away from the plant cuttings, “have a very limited imagination, my boy.”

        • That conversation is important, so keep it in mind. However, I honestly don’t think that Morgause has enough mercy in her for mercy killing — and if she’d wanted Lot dead, well, he’d already be dead, as she told Mordred.

          If she had the knowledge and the ability … I think she would have cured Lot immediately, she wouldn’t have let him be ill and suffer. I don’t think even Morgause is that cruel. Besides, Lot being incapacitated came at no small inconvenience to herself.

          If she’d wanted him dead, he would have been dead fairly quickly. If she had wanted him alive, she would have wanted him well, and if she had been able to do that she would have done it. (I don’t think Morgause would be able, because of her Dark powers. Dark powers might allow a limited amount of healing ability — cuts, broken bones, minor illnesses, contraception and some prenatal/birth care — but not enough to fix the damage from Lot’s stroke. Now, if Morgause had really wanted to cure Lot, she could change her alignment — but it would, at this point, take years and years of study and a genuine change of heart, plus giving up all her Dark powers. She didn’t want to cure Lot at that cost.) The state Lot was in was of no advantage to her.

          But good eye. Very, very, very good eye. 😉

  4. “GRANDBABIES” made my day 😉
    Honestly I guess it when I read the title and noted Lynn’s green-in-the-face-ness, but I’m so happy for them!! 😀

    Allison kicks seriusly butt – Out with Bors and in with sensibility – and I like her thoughts about in-laws and stuff. I didn’t know it had taken her so long to get pregnant, and oh God, I’d be freaking out a bit if my (hypothetical) mother-in-law looked at me with candles in her eyes every time I took an extra apple.

    I also think that Lynn will be very good at queening – and mothering – as soon as she get enough away from Bors *hate on him… And Morgause*
    Tommy’s going to be a great dad too.

    I feel sorry for Lot, I do. I kept hoping Morgan would be able to do something, but on the other side we had it coming :’/

    Great update! 😀

    • I wasn’t expecting that it would be that big of a surprise at the end. After all, when a newlywed in the Middle Ages is feeling a bit unsettled in her stomach, pregnancy is always the first thought that pops into mind, isn’t it? 😉 Still, I’m glad your happy!

      Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be dealing with that kind of pressure either (which, when you think about it, could have had something to do with why it took Alison so long to get pregnant. For whatever reason, it didn’t happen in the first six months, and then the pressure just kept building and building and building …). Though in Igraine’s defense, she was actually a very sweet woman, which is why she didn’t pressure Alison directly. She just really, really wanted grandbabies. (Family Sim!)

      I think Tommy and Lynn will be pretty awesome parents myself. 😀 Tommy strikes me as being a fun dad — “You want a puppy? Sure, let’s get a puppy!” *comes home with St. Bernard, watches Lynn freak out and thinks, “Hmm, maybe I should have mentioned the puppy to her …”* It’ll be interesting to see how they grow and react to kidlets.

      Yes, unfortunately it was coming for Lot. 😦 Oh well. His death does have a purpose, I assure you.

      Thanks Camille! 😀

  5. OMS yay! So happy Lynn’s pregnant 😀 And I loved Allison’s last thought, heh.

    So glad Allison is trying to get all of Bors’ stupidity out of poor Lynn’s head. I’m sure Tommy would have had a go, but sometimes I don’t think it would’ve been all that obvious to a guy… like the no riding because she might be pregnant, ever again. *d’oh*

    Just need Clarice to accept that it’s alright to love/like Freddy and then the three eldest girls will be out of his clutches! I’m hoping Evette will be fine once Leona marries in 😉

    Poor Garnet again, though. Morgause better let her go to Morgan, I don’t care that they hate each other. She (Morgause) is a terrible mother, in fact I would go so far as to say a terrible Sim, but surely if Garnet had like a nervous breakdown or something it would reflect badly on her? Although maybe not, maybe she would think that Lamorak would be more interested in her than some flighty young ‘idiot’ after Garnet broke down. 😦 Hope Morgause gets her comeuppance soon. Especially since Agravaine isn’t even Lot’s child!

    *crosses fingers for everyone*

    Overall though, this was a positive post. 😀

    Emma x

    • I figured that I needed to show Alison’s excitement after her earlier semi-ambivalence. Or maybe her stern refusal to start hoping for grandbabies right away and making a pest of herself. You’d almost think that the writer of this series believed in karma and that not being a jerk ought to be rewarded or something … :mrgreen:

      Tommy has been faithfully chipping away at some of the stupidity ever since he and Lynn got involved. However, like you said, I think there are some things he might not think to chip away at. Although the “no riding because you might be pregnant” thing … probably wasn’t one of them. If Lynn refused to go riding or hunting with him for that reason (and mentioned that it was her father’s advice), he probably would spit out, “That’s the daftest thing I ever heard” before thinking twice.

      Of course, that being said … not wanting to ride because you’re pretty sure you are pregnant is, of course, a completely different story.

      Jury’s still (obviously) out on Evette. I’m not even sure myself which way that’s going to go! So, um, stay tuned?

      As to Morgause’s comeuppance, I say nothing. As to her mothering skills, value as a Sim, etc. … yeah, pretty much all of the above.

      Although, she certainly looks like a scary, badass witch, so at least she has that utility as a Sim. 😉

      Glad you liked it, Emma! Thanks!

    • From what I can tell so far, the apartment building he owned is no longer owned by him. (Luckily, I was able to transfer lot ownership of his businesses to Mordred.)

      However, I haven’t yet played that apartment building, so more information should be forthcoming … soon-ish?

        • I come bearing news!

          The apartment building survived with no obvious glitches. However, it lost all owner information. (Well, the owner did die …) Mordred had to re-buy the lot. Now, since it was a fairly cheap lot and Mordred has a ton of cash, that wasn’t a big deal, but it was a bit inconvenient.

          Still, the good news is that after Mordred bought the lot, everything appears to be working. Yippee? 😉

  6. I’m glad that Garnet could at least say good-bye, before Lot passed away.

    And congrats to the new mother-to-be (and Alison, for that matter). That really went quick. 🙂

    • Well, what can I say, it’s ACR. Sims very often get pregnant after the first married woohoo. 🙂

      And yeah … I couldn’t let Garnet not have a chance to say goodbye. Not after everything else I’m doing to her. Poor thing.

      Thanks Saquina!

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