At first, Topaz attributes the pain to her baby disliking walking in the snow. After a few steps however it becomes clear she’s going into labour.
She gives birth to a healthy little girl, Zahara Sari. It takes a long time of thinking before Topaz finally writes down Casey’s name as Zahara’s father. He hasn’t called her since returning to Bridgeport, but maybe one day Zahara would like to meet him, and Topaz won’t stand in the way of that.
The nursery is too busy for Topaz’ tastes, but Prim picked it out and it doesn’t seem to bother Zahara.
She has her mother’s bright purple eyes, but Topaz can’t really tell whose features she inherited. “Welcome home, baby girl.”
Prim’s more than a little surprised when she gets a call from Cruz, asking her to meet him at the local art gallery at midnight.
It sounds like a terrible idea, but Prim’s never been one to think things through, so she goes.
She asks about their daughters, tells Cruz that she wants to see them. She doesn’t mention how he had no right to take them or how much of a terrible person he is. Starting a fight won’t do any good right now.
“Thats why I asked you to meet me today.” He answers. “Azalea and Blossom are both toddlers, and they’re both fairies. They keep trying to fly and I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing! Can you come over tomorrow? Madeline’ll be busy in her office most of the day so I doubt she’ll even notice you’re there.”
“I’ll be there around noon.” She giggles, smiling flirtaciously at Cruz.
She would have expected him to turn away or chide her for the flirt, but inside he leans towards her with a smile. “Good. I’ve really missed you.”
Zahara might someday get confused as to the identity of her mother, seeing as how all three women in the family take turns playing with and watching her.
Aunt Winter though has a confession. “You won’t be the only baby in the family for long.”
Thats right. The nausea hit Winter not long after her wedding night. Looks like she and Nalin just got lucky they never got pregnant before the wedding. It only took them trying for a baby one time to get her knocked up.
And honestly, Winter can’t wait for it.
She falls right into the routine. Staying warm, eating right, and of course reading every single baby book she can find. Nalin gets uncomfortable talking to her about labour and the smelly years (as he calls them). Prim and Topaz weren’t much more help, so reading it is.
Fuck it sounds terrible. But it can’t really be as bad as the books describe... can it?
Prim arrives at Cruz’s new home at exactly noon. He’s waiting for her outside. “Hey, I’m glad you came.”
She just shrugs. “Whatever. I didn’t come for you, I came to meet my girls.”
He lets her in, where her eyes instantly gravitate towards the almost identical girls crawling around the room.
Azalea has her mother’s red wings and instantly whines to be picked up.
Blossom is more than content to wait her turn and is already strong enough to fly around in short bursts. Prim remembers her own attempts at flying fondly. She never would have had the courage without her brother there edging her on.
These are her girls, Prim muses as she holds Blossom close. These are the babies she should have been holding onto and kissing good night every night. They’ve both inherited her hair, her father’s hair. Her own fairy heritage. Cruz had no right to take them from her, but he did anyway.
She’ll have to make him pay for that, but in a way that won’t effect her daughters. “Do you remember the day we started dating? When I told you that if you broke my heart I’d turn you into a toad?”
“Mhhm.” He smiles. “You thinking of finally going through with your threat? Everyone will know it was you.”
“I think I can do one better.” She giggles, smiling at him. “You ever bar me from spending time with my daughters and I’ll make sure you hurt all over for it. Understood?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise, my dear.”
Before Cruz can say anything further the door at the end of the hall opens and a plump, blonde woman walks out. Or at least Prim thinks its a woman.
“Oh I thought I heard voices. You didn’t tell me we were expecting guests, dear.”
Cruz wants to crawl into a corner and die. “Hunny, this is Primrose Sari. Prim, this is my wife, Madeline.”
“Primrose?” Madeline repeats as she shakes Prim’s hand. “Why does that name sound familiar?”
“Probably because I’m the twins’ mother. Your husband and I dated all through high school. I still have all the love notes and gifts he gave me... what a hopeless romantic.”
If Cruz could die from the look his wife was giving him, he’d be dead. Even his youngest child can’t guard him from the look of pure hate headed his way.
Madeline turns her attention back to Prim. “I don’t suppose you’ll be going now?”
Prim almost laughs out loud. “Oh no, I’ll be staying until tonight probably. Cruz has asked me to help raise my daughters correctly so I’ll likely be over very often and very late. Hope you don’t mind.”
Madeline’s smile looks like its actually giving her pain. “Of course... come over any time you want.”
Nalin tries and fails to fix the dishwasher. Whatever! Winter wanted to update it anyway. Stupid dishwasher...
While sending in the money for bills, Winter notices a small letter in the mailbox. In it is the deed for the ownership of the local theatre, signed to Topaz Sari with a short note from Casey.
“Even if you don’t want to talk to me, I have a right by our baby to support you both. The royalties from the theatre won’t be much, but please keep it. You know where to reach me if you ever want to just yell at me. I want to talk to you, I need to explain why I never told you about Eve. I’m sorry. I love you.”
“So did you give her the letter?” Nalin asks when Winter tells him about it.
“I had to.” Winter sighs. “She wasn’t happy, but its not like she can pretend Casey never existed. Z will have questions about him eventually.”
“Topaz is stronger than I am.” Nalin sighs. “I don’t think I could forgive someone for hurting me like he did her.”
Winter’s silent for a long moment before speaking again. “Do you think that will ever happen to us? Will we ever... you know, break up?”
“No.” He responds without hesitation. “Not even death kept us apart, Winter. I think we can handle anything.”
“Good.” She decides.
Prim forgot to put the fireplace out before going to bed. Luckily Topaz was downstairs heating up a bottle for Z when the fire begins.
It takes a single firefighter less than fifteen minutes to put it out.
“You’re my hero!” Prim beams once the fire has been put out. “You’re so brave and strong! What would I have done without you?”
“Your boyfriend was handling the situation well when I got here, ma’am.” The fire fighter responds, referring to Nalin’s attempt to put the fire out himself.
“Nalin’s my brother, not my boyfriend.” Prim giggles. “I’m happily single.”
“Well in that case...”
She smiles as she moves towards him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “My room’s right upstairs. Follow me.”
Winter’s gift of telepathy and ability to see visions in the crystal ball has made her the gypsy caravan’s top money maker. They even send her a crystal ball at home to help her practice during her maternity leave.
She tries to see if she can look into her own future... and apparently she can.
Nalin’s in the other side of the room during her out burst. With a smile he walks over and pulls her to her feet. “What’s wrong, love? What did you see?”
She says one word: “Triplets.”
“Well... this is certainly going to make things interesting.”
Zahara becomes a toddler. She has her father’s hair and nose, but otherwise appears to be a clone of her mother.
She’s... quiet. A little too quiet, and Topaz gets scared early on that there’s something wrong with her baby. Aren’t toddlers normally more talkative?
Zahara doesn’t speak out loud very much, but music is a whole different ball game. Whenever someone puts her down, she goes straight for the toy xylophone. Her notes are hesitant, but well thought out.
She really is her father’s daughter.
Three parenting books later, Topaz grabs her daughter again and attempts something different... walking.
“It’s okay baby, just walk over here... it’s okay if you can’t. Just-”
Zahara makes it over to her mom before Topaz can finish her sentence. No hesitation, no fear, just walks right over.
“I’m so proud of you, baby! You took your first steps!”
Topaz’s heart just melts... and then the guilt hits. How she wishes Casey could be here right now.
Fuck this game. Seriously, just... I mean, I wanted Winter and Nalin to have multiples to I could play with their genetics even though I only rolled for two. But triplets? Friggin TRIPLETS?
Eh, I had it coming.
I'll likely have an heir vote to decide on my heir this generation. All four kids rolled the exact same family structure so it really will be a vote for your favourite. But more on that later.
Z be adorable, and Prim be a hoe-bag. <3 Love my Sari girls.