This was how far I’d come in being a parent. No way in hell did I ever think I’d be walking around Simseyland, standing in long lines, and sweating in the heat to ride on a two minute rollercoaster.
But here we were and I couldn’t lie, I was having fun watching Lexie get a kick out of everything. She was so excited, she was bouncing around like a black cat firecracker.
“Mommy, Daddy, can we do the Vehicles ride next? We can all race each other. Naomi says it’s so cool.” Lexie pulled on my hand.
Before I could answer, Briar did it for me. “I’m sure we can, sweetie.”
I leaned into Beau and said, “I’m going to kick your ass on that ride.”
I squeezed his ass for effect.
He slid his hand over mine and whispered, “August, you’re going down. You know I’m better at video games than you are.”
We took a break, watching people play on the Vehicles ride.
“Why are we sitting down?” Lexie asked, jumping in Beau’s lap. “Let’s go!”
Briar came over and said, “Oh, honey, let the adults rest. We don’t have as much energy as you do.”
She was right. My feet were killing me. I wished they were made of spongy rubber like Lexie’s.
But finally, after we stood in line forever, we all made it on the ride. And both Lexie and Beau kicked my ass. So much for my predictions. I needed to play more video games, I guessed.
By the end of the day, the park put on the most amazing fireworks show. Some of the explosions formed the shapes of the movie characters. It was insane.
“Look, that’s Simsy Snail!” Lexie gushed.
Today was the most super cool bestest day ever! When we got home, Mommy told me to take a shower right away and go to bed. But I felt like those fireworks we saw were zinging in my tummy. So I decided to get a glass of milk.
When I came downstairs, I saw Mom sniveling at the table. My heart squeezed.
I thought maybe she had caught a cold like my teacher Ms. Sasin did last week. She was sniffing like a horse in the middle of a pollen field. And her eyes were red as giant tomatoes, too.
But then I heard Mommy whimper. She was crying!
Slowly, I crept over to her then put my hand on hers. “What’s wrong, Mommy?” I asked.
Sniffing and wiping her tears, she said, “What are you doing out of bed? It’s late.”
I knew what was wrong. I felt it, too. “You’re sad about Daddy, huh?” But Mommy didn’t say anything which meant I was right.
“Why don’t you tell him you’re sad? Then maybe he won’t marry Uncle Beau and he’ll marry you instead.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t work like that, sweetie. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be all right.”
“I know he loves you, too. You need to tell him. Plus, you’re way prettier than Uncle Beau is.”
Her lip did a half smile thingie and she laughed.
Scooping me into her arms, she said, “What did I ever do to deserve such an amazing daughter, huh? You’re wrong, though, honey. I’m really happy for Daddy and Uncle Beau. I am, so don’t think anything more about this. I’m just emotional right now.”
But I was going to think about it. I didn’t like them hurting Mommy. And besides, Daddy just needed some help to want to marry Mommy.
And then me, Daddy and Mommy would be a together family for good.