English Legacy: Suspicion (Chapter 30)

listen to the devils in my ear.
tell me what, what I want to hear
you're so funny, you're so fine.
you're so perfect, you're so mine.
that I never had an opportunity
to hide
no I never had a chance

"Are you sure about this, Brendan? There's no reason we can't give it a try."

"I'm sure, Liz. Maybe if we knew what the problem was, we could try to fix it, but I really don't want to risk not showing up for my own wedding, in front of your family. I think it will be better this way - less risk."

"Well, if you're sure," Elizabeth said, slightly unconvinced. "I just want to remind you, that once you and I get married, you'll become Playable."

"That kinda what I'm hoping for," Brendan said, suavely. Elizabeth grinned for a half second, then shook her head.

"That's not what I meant," she said. "I live in a Legacy House. Ever heard of those?"

Brendan's jaw dropped. "A Legacy House? You mean... you have a Creator?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Yep. So, don't be surprised if he talks to you every so often once you're Playable."

"Wow," Brendan said, taking it all in. "Does he eat much? Make a mess randomly changing wallpapers and furniture?"

"Oh, He's not that type of Creator," Elizabeth reassured him. "He mainly shows up as a voice in your mind, at inconvenient times. So He doesn't eat anything, though I'm not sure how housebroken He is."

I heard that.

"Doesn't change my mind, Liz. I wouldn't give you up for the world. Now, let's do this."
"... and I Brendan Fair, being of Slovenly nature, yet Ambitious and Frugal, if Childish, do take you, Elizabeth, to be my wife. I will now kiss my bride."
"Congratulations, Mister English."

"Same, to you, Mrs. English."

"I guess you know what happens next." Elizabeth said, taking her new husband's hands in hers.

"I do indeed, my wife. I guess it's finally time."

Elizabeth smiled, and spoke next in a singsong voice, quoting one of her favorite songs.

"Grab your things; I've come to take you home."

Creator's Note: Sorry about yet another private wedding, but like Brendan said, I didn't want to risk throwing a Wedding Party and have him not show up. Same thing for inviting him over first and having him Move In - Liz didn't have that dialog option while on his lot. One time when I had her invite him over, he said yes, and didn't show up. I sent Liz to the gym to find him, and he was on his way out. He went back home, instead of to her house. Anyway, back to the story.
"Anything yet?" Liz asked, as they came up for air once again.

"What's that make, four?" Brendan asked. "No, I didn't hear any chimes. Boy, am I glad I have a maxed Athletic skill - you're wearing me out Liz," he said, even as he cuddled close to her again.
"Well, I suppose we should give it a rest," Liz answered. "We can Try for a Baby again in a few days," she said, as they got under the covers again, but this time, to sleep. "Just let me know if you get any strange wishes to read prenatal books or anything," she said with a smile.

"Oh, I will," he replied, taking her into his arms. "Now, speaking of strange Wishes..."

Elizabeth sighed slightly, and stroked her husband's cheek. "I really think you should reconsider, Brendan," she said. "I really don't think the Creator is going to let you become the Emperor Of Evil."

I really don't think so, either.

"Why not? Any idea?"

"Well, first of all," Elizabeth told him, "You're not actually Evil. You might not be suited for the job. Besides my mother is a Dynamic DNA Profiler. I'd hate for your DNA to show up at a crime scene. There's one awkward family dinner I don't want to have."

"Yeah, you've got a point," Brendan said. With that, they both fell asleep.
With his maxed out Athletic skills, Brendan and Elizabeth thought the next best option for him was to become a Professional Athelte. So, the next afternoon, while Elizabeth was hitting the Cooking books for another promotion, he headed down to the Stadium to become a Fan of the Llamas.

Well, Elizabeth *thought* she would work on her Cooking skill, but what she learned instead was that you don't always hear chimes when Trying for a Baby, for some reason.
"Blue, just like Dee said," Elizabeth gasped as she cleaned up afterward. She was smiling, though, and was already picturing the glad smile on her husband's face when she told him. She did decide to wait a day or two, just to be sure.
When her sleepwear inexplicably changed by itself to what she would recall "The Pregnancy Shroud," her slight doubt that she was pregnant was removed.
The next morning, Brendan was still sleeping, but Elizabeth just had to tell someone she was pregnant, and decided to tell her best friend and sister, Deanna.

"Well, Dee, it looks like Kevin is going to have a cousin pretty soon, after all," she said.

"Oh, that's fantastic, Liz!" Deanna squealed, giving her sister a hug. "Is Brendan excited?" she asked, her eyes shining.

"I haven't told him yet," Elizabeth replied. "I just found out for certain last night, when this Shroud appeared on me, and he hasn't woken up yet. I just had to tell someone - I couldn't wait any more."
Deanna laughed, then her voice turned slightly serious. "Well, I certainly hope you and Brendan don't have any silly ideas about needing your own place or anything. You're going to stay right here, so I can help take care of your baby, just like you helped take care of Kevin so I could keep writing my novels."

Elizabeth laughed. "Oh, don't worry about that Dee. I fully plan on cashing on all those 'favors' I did for you while Kevin was growing up." She paused, listening. "I think I hear Brendan now... time to spill the beans!"
Brendan was thrilled to find out he was going to be a father, just like Elizabeth had known he would be. He immediately performed his sworn duty and gave his wife a Massage, since her back was already starting to bother her.
It was quite early in her pregnancy when Elizabeth started having craving for foods like Key Lime pie and cheesesteaks, but she also had immediate cravings to eat the three slices of watermelon that mysteriously appeared in her pocket.
One of the benefits of living in a Legacy House is that there's a good chance your sister's husband is a Trauma Surgeon, and therefore capable of determining the Gender of a baby. So, after the snack of watermelon, Elizabeth asked her brother in law, Zebulon, if she was having a boy, or a girl.
And now for something completely different. An old man Training the ghost of his mother on a weight bench.