Destiny couldn't believe what had happened, and the first thing that she did was call her work. She demand an explanation as to why they had done this to her. She had worked so hard in that place, she couldn't understand why they would want such a revenge.
"You have been rather absent minded since you met him. Now he has gone, you can get back to your duties, oh Evil One."
She was furious. How dare they?
"Never. You have taken away my husband, and for what? Some petty jealousy that I have found happiness and you cannot? You can go on without me, my troop. You have betrayed me, and I shall never forgive any of you. I quit!" She shouts down the phone.
As she ends the call she cant help but break into tears. Her husband gone, her job she worked so hard for, gone. Her life as in tatters.
All she had left, was this nectar from their trip. And she planned to drink it! Each sweet droplet somehow lightened her sorrow, as she looked on over Lunar Lakes, wishing she could escape. But she did not have the funds to be in a position to move away from here.
She throws on that horrible training jumper, with a black skirt and tights. Again, she can't even be bothered to do her make-up. She looks a mess, and she knows it.
What better way to start the day then a cold shower to bring you back to life. If only it were as easy to do the same for her beloved Rhys.
She normally works out to relieve stress. Heart ache is a type of stress, right? So she takes to the treadmill, an attempt at getting those endorphin's flowing, trying to help her to forget.
But no matter how long she runs. How hard she goes. How fast she moves. She cannot shake the sorrow that has filled her once happy heart. She was numb.
Some of the nectar still sat from the night before. It was the only thing that gave her somewhat of a warm feeling and make things feel not so bad. So she reached for another glass.
Part of her knew she shouldn't. But she wanted to feel better. She had never felt a pain like this, never.
How was she going to tell her Sister about what had happened. She would be expecting a wonderful tale of adventure and a happy couple holding hands as they told her. Not a broken mess of a woman, with nothing left but the nectar in her bag.
But no longer could it make her smile. Her face no longer alight with contentment.
The run on the run on the treadmil has done nothing but make her feel gross. What was the point in even trying to shower this morning if within hours it would be as though she had not bothered for a week.
She certantly was not going to go and shower again. She just sat with her drink. With a tear in her eye. As what was once seen as beauty, is tainted by sadness.
She cannot sit here forever. Even though she does not have a job anymore she still has some responsibilities to forfil. Her garden.
She makes her way outside. The sun almost blinding her cried out eyes, each bean hurting like a lazer.
She stood in the greenhouse. She looked around. Some plants were in dire need of a drink. They were on the brink. But this did not motivate her. Rhys loved gardening ...
Instead she went back inside, video games were calling. One day wouldn't hurt, would it? But she would probably say that tomorrow aswell.
She really thought that she was about to be ill, that perhaps she had partook in a little too much nectar. But no, that was not it.
A transformation happened to her that only an expectant Sim can experience. A transformation that could only mean one thing. Could it be true?
All of a sudden her worries seemed to fade. She was confused. Was this real?
Destiny jumped on the her bike and she rode as fast as she could to the library. Surely they would have some books that could help answer her questions.
She ran inside, scrambled around to try and find the area of the place that held the books of this particular subject.
As she read down through the pages, it became more and more apparent. That a miracle, had found home in her tummy.
Destiny was expecting.
The news was something that she couldn't quite compute.
Fate has dealt her some brutal cards, but was it all for this reason? Why did this string of events need to happen? She thought she was being punished ...
She knew that in order to have a healthy baby she would need to keep herself unstressed. Stress would effect her and her unborn baby. But with such a pain looming over her, that was going to be difficult.
And she would need to stop using the nectar to forget! She had a dream that she had a little baby boy. A beautiful boy that looked just like Rhys, but he wasn't a normal baby. There were complications during the pregnancy and he had some dissabilities. It was caused by the nectar.
Oh how she hoped this dream would not come true! She didn't know! If she did know she would never of touched the stuff.
She needed to make sure she ate and drank healthy. Healthy Mum, healthy baby. She pushed the bad dream aside and forgot about it, but if only she could do that with more than just that dream.
Seeing the pictures of her First Date with Rhys. The flowers he gave her, it made her sad. She would never, ever forget him. She would be sure to tell her baby tales of its Father, and what a wonderful man he was.
Bringing up this baby on her own would be hard. Destiny had never even held a baby before, let alone know how to look after one. But, her Grandma Bloom and Great-Grandma Aurora raised their girls single handed. If they could do it, so could Destiny.
Her fruit and vegetable garden for one. Some of the plants were in a dire condition after she had decided to not garden the previous day.
The pain and heartache was still there, but he actually found the garden tending somewhat therapeutic. Watering the plants thtat were dying of this, hydrating them until live springs back in the form of bright green leaves. Picking the perfect fruits of her and her ancestors labor, from seeds passed down from generations.
These would sure make a wonderful salad, if only she knew how. A Genie has no reason to cook.
Pulling the weeds away from the flourishing plants. Weeds that seemed to strangle them, almost cut off their life source of water from traveling up their roots and their stems to bring plentiful water where it is needed. She could empathize with the poor, defenseless flowers. She would never leave her garden untended again.
These plants would be left here for the next tenant, she hoped they would take good care of them. This garden would be an aspiring cooks dream, full of perfection.
She felt saddened to be leaving it all behind. Her home, her garden. She had worked hard for them. But without a job and a baby on the way, something needed to be done. moving to a smaller home with 1 extra bedroom was the logical move. And a part of her couldn't wait.