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Eliza: Chapter Eleven: New Beginnings

June 23, 2009

With the money Miss Emmy gave Eliza, she was finally able to relax.  She needed to be strong for her daughter, and have faith that Darryl would return.  The days passed, and soon enough, Eliza was preparing baby Mirabella for her transition to toddler. Although she was proud to be mother to such a lovely little girl, she had to admit a sense of relief that Mirabella’s infant days would soon be over.

Mirabella was a rebellious baby, always into everything she ought not to be.  Eliza had her hands full on a daily basis trying to keep up with the tiny girl, and muttered the words, “That girl’s too smart for her own good,” more than once during any given day.  The birthday party was to be a celebration of sorts for Eliza as well.  She had done a lot of growing up in the last few months, so much so that some days she could barely remember her old carefree days in Sim City.  Whenever she felt sad or overwhelmed now, she looked at her baby play, and remembered what all the hard work was for.

On the day of the party, just as Eliza finished making the final touches on Mirabella’s cake, Darryl opened the door.  The frosting knife clattered to the floor as Eliza jumped in shock.  After all the anger and tears and frustration, her first urge was still to run to Darryl, throw her arms around him and kiss him madly.  Instead, she smoothed her blouse and calmly picked up the knife.

“You’re back,” she said.

11.6

“I am,” said Darryl.  He was subdued, hesitant even.  Not at all the Darryl Eliza knew.

“Are you back for good?” she asked.  “Because I can’t have you running in and out of Mira’s life.”

“For good,” Darryl said.  “If you’ll have me back.  I’m a fool.  I love you Eliza.”  At that moment, Eliza smiled, and she did run to Darryl to kiss him madly.  The lips she’d missed, the arms she’d missed.  Her Darryl.

“I love you, too,” she said in between kisses.  “You turd.  Now come help me get Mira ready.”

Mirabella turned out to be an adorable toddler. Miss Emmy came over for the party, of course, and a good time was had by all.   Things were finally looking up for Eliza.  With Darryl and Emmy by her side, and her beautiful daughter on her hip, Eliza felt like she could take on the world.

11.01

11.04

11.05

Eliza and Darryl picked up right where they’d left off.  They spent hours laughing and talking in bed. There was a distance between them, though.  Eliza tried to ignore the feeling in her stomach that something was wrong, and focused instead on Mirabella.  She had her family back, and that was what mattered.

11.7

Darryl couldn’t seem to get his needs met, no matter how hard Eliza tried. He often seemed to “zone out,” and Eliza learned just to leave him alone in these strange moments, when he would stare off into space and nothing could bring him back. The few times Eliza tried to talk to Darryl about it, he pretended not to know what Eliza was talking about, and eventually, she stopped asking him at all.

11.8

The feeling wouldn’t go away, though, and sure enough, one day as Eliza walked into the bedroom, she saw the same strange Doctor who had “helped” Darryl before. This time, she said nothing. Darryl would do what he had to, and Eliza believed she would grow to accept it. She had to trust in him, for their relationship, and for her family.

11.02

11.9

Mirabella was turning into a beautiful young lady. She was just as precocious and rebellious as ever, and soon, it was time for another party.  The one, like the other, was a smashing success.  Again, it was just the family and Miss Emmy, whom Eliza had been relying on more and more for support.

11.10

Darryl couldn’t seem to catch a break in his pursuit of fame and fortune in the athletic field.  Eliza watched in agony as night after night Darryl stood outside and cried after work.  She tried not to feel hurt, too, when he came into the house pretending nothing was the matter.

11.11

Even with the distance between them, and all of Darryl’s frustrations, he still loved Eliza very much.  And soon after Mirabella’s birthday, Eliza gave birth to another beautiful, healthy baby girl…Maria DiPotere.  As happy as Eliza was, there was a constant nagging feeling that something wasn’t right.  That something wasn’t right at all.

Go on to Chapter Twelve

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. June 23, 2009 8:44 am

    Yay, Darryl’s back! Or, Boo! Darryl’s back. Not quite decided on that one yet. Poor guy crying every night! On the other hand, Man up buddy, be a father/husband. You have such an awesome story, I can’t decide which way to lean! LOL

  2. pieridae permalink*
    June 23, 2009 11:45 am

    🙂

  3. April 20, 2010 10:42 pm

    Love the story!
    Where is the short hair from?

  4. pieridae permalink*
    April 23, 2010 4:04 pm

    Hi Kandi – Glad you like the story. This part of it was done years ago, so I’m not 100% sure, but I think the short hair is a Maxis one.

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