The young couple decided that a small wedding would be best, and Asiaq insisted it should be on the glacier. That’s where he proposed, so that’s where it should be held. Also, the chapel gave her bad vibes, and Damon could see her point.
Cora was tearing up already and the ceremony hadn’t even begun yet.
“You look beautiful, dear”, she said with a cracked voice, “and I wish you two the very best. Welcome to the Corona family!”
“So.. let’s do this!” Asiaq said in a mock warrior voice. Damon on the other hand was as bleary-eyed as his mum.”I can’t believe we’re getting married!”
Asiaq stroke his cheek reassuringly. “Had Beate been here, she would have said “I can’t believe it’s not butter!”
“Then I’m glad she’s not.” Damon muttered. “Ok, I wish she could have been here”, he added, after three seconds.
And so the self-made ceremony begun.
“Damon Corona, will you be mine to have and adore and raise a beautiful baby with me?”
Damon just nodded vigorously, because he couldn’t speak. “You have to say I do! It is law!” Asiaq scolded.
“I am! Or, I will! So yes, I do!”
They declared themselves husband and wife, and the sea gulls screamed their approval. Maybe.
After the ceremony, Asiaq took a refreshing swim in the icy water. “What are you doing! Are you going to kill yourself on our wedding day?!” Damon screamed.
She just waved and swam further out. She usually took a cold swim whenever her feelings overwhelmed her, and even on her wedding day, she couldn’t quit that habit.
Damon watched her for a while, worried, but when she seemed perfectly fine, he went inside the fishing cabin where the gathering was supposed to be. It was just the family and Saskia. Beate couldn’t be there, since her grandmother had an accident and she had to fly to Sunlit Tides just two days before the wedding. She was going to stay there for a month at least.
“How terrible for you, to spend a month on a beach with palm trees! I bet the blokes are dead ugly too.” Asiaq laughed over the phone. Beate sounded distant, and it wasn’t just because she was standing on the big, confusing airport on the mainland.
“Actually, I’ve met someone on Fharhond”, Beate said. “Whaaaat? Who!? Spill!”, Asiaq demanded.
“Long story. They’re boarding my plane now, gotta dash. Give Damon a big kiss from me.”
The long story was yet to be told, because apparently Beate had forgotten to switch her phone back on after the flight. Asiaq was sure there was a perfectly good explanation. Not that Beate was big on chatting over the phone, but to drop a bomb like that and then just leave her hanging? That was borderline cruel!
She was so deep in thought that she missed Declan’s little speech to Saskia.
“Saskia, there’s something I wanted to ask you…” Saskia looked hopeful.
“Do you want to move in with me? I have a stuffed fish on my bedroom wall and everything!”
“Yes! Yes I do!” And then she blushed, having sounded too enthusiastic. Declan just smiled and hugged her.
“I’m so happy! We’ll never have cereal for breakfast, only pancakes!”
“Or fruit parfait”, Saskia whispered. “It’s my favourite.”
I wish the next picture would have been Cora cradling her grandchild, but fate had it otherwise.
When Asiaq was nine months pregnant, Cora had a stroke and died in the street. Damon and Quentin was there with her.
Her death was very hard on Damon – one minute she had been there, and the next she was just gone. Wasn’t people supposed to die when they were like.. 90? His mum may have been older than other mums, but she was still working! It was too soon.
He tried to focus on the baby which was due any day now, but it was hard. Damon and his dad were in their own bubble of grief, and Asiaq felt lonely on the outside. She was sad too, of course, but it wasn’t the same for her.
Cora had built a small vegetable patch in the bedroom, with a little help from a local scientist and a carpenter. “Vegetables are terribly expensive here on Fharhond, and I’ve wanted to grow my own for a while now, but the climate just wouldn’t allow it. But now, with a baby on the way, you really need your vitamins! And you too, Damon!” Cora’s voice echoed in her head.
Asiaq cared for the patch just like Cora had, it had been her small labour of love and she didn’t want to see her hard work go to waste.
Speaking of labour, Asiaq just made a puddle, and it wasn’t pee.
“Damooon! The water just broke!” Damon had just been crying again, and now had to compose himself enough to realize they didn’t have a car, and there were 300 m of trudging in snow to get to the road. Great location!
Babies tend to be born regardless of infrastructure, and so 7 hours later, there she was, the first Corona born on Fharhond. She was just perfect.
“What should we name her?” Asiaq wondered.
“Something that’s nice and simple, but typical Fharhondian. Something with a little history, you know?”
“Hmm.. my grandmother was called Eira, I always thought that was a really pretty name. I think it was the goddess of healing in ancient times. And in some other language, it means snowflake. I don’t remember which, exactly.”
“That’s perfect! Let’s call her Eira!”
———– Below this line will be only blabbering, WCIF and baby pic spam. Go grab a cup of coffee. ————–
Death came for old Rouza as well, and that was sad and all but frankly that dog was 59 years old. o_o Yah, really. And dog life span is set to 20. I was beginning to think she was a vampire dog, aiming for immortality!
And presto, a birthday cake! I don’t remember when I last bothered with a cake for a baby, and in a bar too! I don’t even know why dive bars serve birthday cakes.
LOL, perfect “oh look at that cute lil baby” face on that guy. More like “begone, spawn of Satan!”
Aging baby up, stuffing face. And look, Eira got Asiaq’s eyes! yaaaaaay
You can play with that creepy doll because it’s your birthday, but tomorrow he’s out!
And look, there’s Mimi too! I think she’s cute. Did I mention we’ll see more of Mimi’s family in the future? Well I’m mentioning it again.
The best thing about the Final Frontier – you have to walk there, there are no roads. And how’s that good? Just look at the landscape! Damn.
*dies a little* Oh Bakafox, CAW genius! Please note that I don’t have seasons, this is all painted snow. This world has auroras too!
Still no story? Nope. Look at Eira! She has Asiaq’s eye shape, Quentin’s hair & eye color (some strange lilac/purple), and I think the nose and chin are Corona material. The mouth is probably Asiaq’s.
Not a genius.
All of Asiaq’s hippy dresses are from ilikeyourfacesims, by Sarah. I love them!
No great story about eating sushi either. But it’s home made at least, because that’s part of The Rolls™.
Brilliant toddler chair by Danjalay at MTS, by the way.
Aaaaaw, she can talk now!
What now, Quentin, does her nappy smell?
And then some Declan & Saskia spam because I love them and Damon comes to spend the night just because. ❤ And an extra heart for that night gown with sheep on it! ❤ She totally picked that out herself.
IKEA toy from Around the sims.
Side note: there was a large painting of Ylva as a teen hanging on the wall in an earlier pic and I realized that wasn’t such a good idea, considering… PS: I use this crib all the time, it’s the angel nursery crib from TSR, by Angela. Artwork by baufive, birds here and tree here. The “paint by numbers” ones are incredibly useful in a Nordic setting.
Tadaaa, spam time is over! Sorry that half the chapter was wildly uninteresting, and overly long, but I’m uninspired and have a huge backlog and Sim babies are boring, blablabla. At least there were a few major events, even if i didn’t exactly excel at telling them.