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Chapter Six

Two simple lines have changed my life. Positive is supposed to be good right? So why do I feel so scared. Of course I'm happy but I haven't planed this. I don't even know if Salem wants kids now. I slowly lift my shirt and stair at my belly and I see what wasn't there a month before, a small belly. I've never been fat, ever since I was a kid I was always stick skinny. How could I not have noticed that. How am I going to tell Salem, what if he leaves me. I count to ten, take a deep breath in and tell myself it will all be ok. I walk out of the bathroom to find Salem sitting on the couch with his arm slung over the back and his feet on the coffee table. When he calls me over to sit with him I do but the second I sit I break out into tears.

"Malibu what's wrong!? Are you hurt?"

I shake my head and wipe my eyes. When I look up into his eyes I decide that now is when I have to do it. I curl up in a ball with my head on his shoulder and whisper into his ear.

"I'm pregnant."

He looks me in the eyes and smiles. And I smile back.

"Are you ok, I mean do you want it."

And very quickly I nod, not realizing how much I already can't stand loosing it. 

"Well then babe we will just have to start a family earlier."

"What about the wedding? I mean should we move it earlier?" 

He looks it over in his head before nodding. He moves his hand so gracefully onto my belly and rubs it back and forth.

"Hello in there, I'm your daddy. And your inside your mommies tummy."

I look down at my stomach and laugh. 

"Holly shit Salem I'm going to have a baby."

"Correction we are going to have a baby."

We spend the rest of our afternoon call all our wedding venues to see who can set the closest date. It turns out that only one venu can, the chesterfield stables. It's this charming little farm near Salem's parents place that will fit all our guests. Now all we have to do is send the invitations. I simply can't wait. 

The jelly they put on my belly is cold as ice. This whole operation seems very bizarre, when he presses the little remote thing to my belly I jump when I hear a thump.

"Don't worry darling, that's just your heartbeat." 

I give him a nervous smile and he continues on searching the inside of my body for a micro sim. So far it looks all the same, a little black here a shape there until all of a sudden, bam. You can clearly see the shape of a body. It's small however very definite. I giggle.

"So Ms.Denim that is your baby! Would you like to know the gender?" 

Me and Salem nodd in agreement. He then turns back to the screen to investigate.

"Looks like it's a boy!!!" 

A huge grin spreads across my face as I picture my son playing catch with his father and learning to shave. A bouncing baby boy has always been my life long dream.  Oh and how I crave this unplanned child. 

As we wait for our baby picture I watch Salem as he goes on and on about how excited he is. I can't believe I'm finally going to be a mother. A few years ago when all my old high school friends where getting married and having kids, I remember how sad I used to get whenever someone else told me they where engaged or pregnant. I used to think I would never start a family and have a normal life. But now I am half way there. 

We stand in our little closet of the nursery trying to figure out how to make everything fit. 

"Well if we put the crib in the corner then put the high chair beside it we can make the rest fit." 

I nod with him as he points to the blueprint in his mind. The little room is going to be painted baby blue to match the crib. I wanted to put a little chalk board against  the wall but Salem refuses for no apparent reason. "The painters called they said they can come Monday to paint his room." I tell him.

"But  babe we get married Monday! We can't just let them in."

"We have no other choice our other option is to bring the baby home to a bear room."

"What are you talking about the baby's not due for another few months." 

"Ya but the painters are booked up." 

He gives me an exhausted look.

"We could just paint it ourselves."  

Paint brushes in our hand we start our work, carefully painting every surface of the wall. That was until Salem flicked paint at me, so naturally I flicked some back. So on and so on until we end up kissing in the middle of the room, covered in paint. When we we're done the room was a beautiful splatter of blue paint so we figured why not just leave it like this. 

I sit in my dressing room with my grandmother in a wedding gowned. In just a few short minutes I will be walking down the aisle with her at my side and him at the end. We sit looking at each other, holding each other's hands until she begins to cry.

"Oh my baby Malibu, I'm so sorry this happend to you."

"Grandma what do you mean this is the happiest day of my life."

"Yes but your father should be there, walking you down the aisle. Your mother should be sitting in the front row crying her eyes out like she always did. Oh and your brother should be making jokes and strait up embarrassing you." 

"I love them so very much, but I don't need them now. Grandma I have Salem and I have my new baby boy. I'm pregnant and I'm the happiest I've ever been." She nods and stands up escorting me to the grand hall where it's all about to go down. I stand infront of big oak doors in my Mermaid style wedding dress with my baby bump and flowers ready to go. The doors slowly open.

Chapter Five

The Sunshines through the window and onto my ring, it reflects onto the walls making shapes of sunlight that are quite distracting. I sit at my desk drawing plans for one of my clients houses. It's a big beautiful thing with big oak beams across the ceiling. So far buissness as been slow, only one couple wants me to renovate and a restaurant wants a new dinning room built onto it. So life is good. I've gained a few pounds in the last few months living with him, his food is so delicious and he makes so much, but frankly I think it's good for me. I look healthier too, no more bags under my eyes, my hair feels soft and happy to be alive.  

In a few days Salem and I are taking a trip up north to  Sea Foam Lake. It's where he grew up, and where his parents live. We're going  to tell them the big news. I simply can't wait to meet them.  Salem seems to hate his parents, he rarely talks about them and when he does it's always just a childhood memory. I've never seen him contact them in the months we've been together. However he and his brother, Jade, are pretty close. I've met him once before when he came over to our house for lunch. He and his girlfriend travel the world, they make their living emptying out tombs. They had a sister Clover but she died in a fire when she was nine. He also very rarely talks about her. 

Every minute Salem and I have together we use to plan. We want to have our wedding in the fall so we don't have much time. The leaves have just started to turn colors. Our weddings going to be big, Salem's family is huge and he has to invite everyone. My family is smaller with only my one aunt and uncle and their kids, plus my grandmother. We talked about the wedding and who will walk me down the aisle. Salem offered his father but that seems strange, I think my grandmother will since we're close but we might have a problem since she doesn't speak English. 

We now sit in our little living room which is covered with wedding things. Planning our trip this weekend.

"So is there anything you wanna see?" He tilts his head questioning his own question. 

"Salem I don't think there is anything to see, I meant lets go to the lake and spend time with your parents."

"But are you sure you wanna stay at their place?" He scoots beside me on the couch and leans in close. "I mean we could get a room. " When he kisses me I feel the magic, I don't think this feeling will ever get old. Even at his touch I still get nervous, in a good way. When we pull apart I smile.

"As wonderfull as that sounds, I have to meet them."  With a sigh he leans to give me peck on the cheek and goes to start dinner. 

I wake up with a swore back in Salem's car. I takes me a minute to remember where we're going before I see the sign. ' Welcome to Sea Foam Lake population 580 ' The little town is sweet, it's got all of one street with about 10 stores. One of which is labeled  Berrylooth's general store. 

"Hey I didn't know your family owned a store." 

"Ya we have for generations, my parents run it now but I used to run it after school when I was little. It makes quite a big profit actually." 

He smiles proud of his old life. I don't get why he has such a problem with his parents, they had what looks like a great life together. Just a little bit down the road we turn a huge left down a hill, at the bottom is a cluster of mail boxes. 

"What's that?" I ask pointing to the mail boxes. 

"The mail man's to lazy to drive to each house so the entire road puts all our mail boxes here." 

Further down the road we pull into a long pebbled driveway. When I see the house my jaw drops, it's a massive property for a massive house. The house is entirely brown and has so many widows it's impossible to count. Standing infront of the house are two almost elderly sims, their skin green like their sons. They smile and wave as we park and get out. 

"Oh there's my little Sally." Shouts his mother. I nearly fall to the ground I laugh so hard.

"Don't you ever call me Sally." He tells me as his mother hugs him and kisses him on the cheek. I nod still laughing. 

"And this must be Malarie, I'm Pea."

"Dad her name's Malibu, I've told you a hundred times."  I give him a disapproving look.

"You can call me Mal, I'm so glad to finally meet you." 

"You know we've never met any girlfriend's of Sally's" His mother says while patting his cheek. "My names Emerald but you can call Em. Come, come inside I made dinner, I hope you like clam chowder." 

I can clearly see where Salem learned to cook. Em's food tastes like it came form a five star restaurant. 

"Wow this food's amazing, thank you so much." 

"Well we hope so it's such a great suprise to see the both of you. I was so surprised you actually even showed up." His father nodded to every word his mother said.

"Well Mom, Dad there is actually a reason we came out here." He looks me in the eyes and grabs my hand under the table. Together we sit up and look at the both of them. "We're Engaged!"  At the second he says it his mother leaps up from the table squealing and jump around to our side of the table, giving us kisses and hugs for a good five minutes. 

"Oh that's such great news, I was thinking it was never going to happen. Oh when's the wedding." His mother says giddy with excitement. 

"Some time at the end of the fall." I say.

 "So when do we get to meat your family Mal, I assume they know." 

And the room goes quite, his father looks at Salem for an explanation. And that's when the shouting begins. 

"What the hell is that type of question are you trying to make her feel bad I mean seriously what's your problem you dick." 

His fathers face turns read with anger as he prepares to shout. But I start talking before he can.

" Salem don't you ever talk to your father like that." His parents are still confused so I try to explain. 

"My family died in a fire, I mean I would have too but I was lucky enough to be late for dinner. That's how me and Salem met, he was one of the firefighters on scene. I'm sorry he's just really protective about that." When his parents hear my story their faces drop. His mother immediately gives me one of her big hugs and I start crying.  

We spent the rest of the night playing board games and getting to know each other with only a few dramatic situations. Before going to bed his mother made us a cup of calming tea. 

When I woke up the next morning I ran straight to the toilet to throw up. And that's pretty much where I stayed the rest of the morning though for the rest of the day I felt fine, only a cramps stomach. I change into my bathingsuit to go swimming in the lake and I cach a glimps of myself in the mirror. I'm a thin woman and I always have been but for some reason my belly seems to have a bit more fat on it as usual. I remind myself to cut down on my calories and carry on with my day. 

For the next week I'm very sick, I'm almost always throwing up and my stomach is always so swore. I realize as I'm getting dressed one day that my bra is really tight and I can get it on properly. And I do the calculations in my head. Could it be? Within minutes I'm in a cab on my way to the store. 

'Pee onto stick then set on a flat surface for 2-3 minutes.' I read the instructions on the box over and over again trying to make sens of what I'm about to do. It can't be can it? I squat over the toilet and pee, then I set it on the bathroom counter and set the timer. When the alarm goes off I pick it up looking at the little circle that will deside my fait. I can't quite make out what it says...  

Chapter Four

I've never had coffee before but Salem drinks 2 cups every morning so I thought I'd try it. The first sip I take I nearly spit back into my cup. It tastes bitter and earthy, as I swallow my hot sipe I give Salem a repulse look and he nearly bursts out into tears he was laughing so hard.

"Oh common it isn't that bad." 

"Salem this stuff is shit." 

"Well I know somthing that can help with that." 

He gets up and starts rummaging threw all our boxes, this is our first day in our house and we haven't fully had time to un pack. We where..... Preoccupied. He returns to our little breakfast table with somthing hidden under his bathrobe. 

"Voila" 

He says as he plops down a little glass container full of sugar. 

"The key to coffee." I say laughing at how dramatic he was over a little bit of sugar. I watch him as he opens the glass lid and drops 3 spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee, attempting to look normal, I too put 3 scoops in, then a fourth, then a fifth. I mimick him stirring my coffee and every so often smelling it to see how sweat it's becoming. When I finally take a sip I descover that it's marvelously sweet and bitter. Within a few minutes I have drank the entire cup. 

"You know, I'm going to have to go back to work eventually." 

I sigh "I know, I'm gonna be lonely here." 

"Not nessecairly, you could get a job" He looks up from his cup of coffee " I mean a full time job, other than being a dancer." 

He still doesn't know about my previouse job, I feel bad, I don't want to tell him about it but what if he finds out. "Ya I suppose your right, I mean I have to help pay the mortgage right?" He smiles, happy that I'm not offended. I'm happy he doesn't see me as a typical house wife, just there to raise the children. If I ever do have kids of course I'll take time off until they go to school but now that I've had the chance to start again I want to have a fully professional career. 

"What do you think you would want to do?" 

What do I like to do. I remember when I was a child I used to play in my doll house but eventually got board of how it looked so I took the news paper and styled the house. Now that I think about it, I love to style my houses, when we moved in here just yesterday I made a mental note of what I wanted to improve on the house. 

 "I think I want to be an architect." I say proudly. He looks up at me and gives an approving nod. Then he stands up, kisses me on the top of my head and goes to take a shower.

                           

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"So, Ms.Denim, what makes you think you're good for the job." 

I shrug my shoulders, really there isn't any good reason they should hier me other than I would love this job. He looks me up and down trying to processe who I am. 

"Your hired!" 

"Really? I mean thank you so much, I won't disappoint you." 

He smiles as we shake hands, the paperwork he gives me is astonishing. It's paper after paper and I have to read all of them. After where done in his tiny office he takes me around to meet all of my co-workers. They seem like average people, never getting into trouble, always with a fake smile on their faces. I guess they've never had to cope with the bad side of the world. When we get to my cube he shows me how to work the computer and phone.

"Well looky who we have here." 

I turn around towards the voice and I see a talk thin man with a little mustache just over his upper lip and a blue face. It takes me a few seconds to recognize him. 

"Oh my god Sky I haven't seen you for ages." Sky was one of my best friends when I was in school. He lived in the blue sector of the city so we where aloud to hang out after school. Then it got really awkward because we got together at the end of high school and when we graduated he proposed. Of course I said no because I wasn't ready. But now in my newly started life we can be friends again.

"I haven't seen you in forever, did you move?" He asks.

"Naw I lived in the greys for a while but now I'm in the rainbow part of town."

"The rainbow part! How can you afford that?" 

"Well me and Salem used our life funds and well we still have a pretty big mortgage." 

When I look at his face all I see is disappointment. 

"Who's Salem?"

"He's my boyfriend." 

And at that his face goes blank and leaves. I don't know what he expected, did he want me to wait for him for seven years. My boss looks at me with a question on his lips then decides not to  ask it.

"So can you be here tomorrow then?" 

I nod and grab my coat. "See ya tomorrow."

"Dinner really is lovely Salem." 

I feel like it's a holiday, he's made a huge dish of seafood and even has pored some nectar. He smiles and grab my hand.

"Mal I really love you, usually I would ask permission for this kinda thing but that doesn't apply here." 

I smile, I know he loves me. The first time he told me that was one of the nights in his apartment when I would breakdown. He would hold me in his arm like a little baby and tells me he loves me. But this is different, his face is sweaty and he looks scared. Oh no, he's going to break up with me isn't he or tell me he cheated. I can't have that right now, I've fallen in love and I can't have my heart broken right now. He gets up with tears in his eyes and comes around to my side of the table. Then he gets down on one leg. 

"Malibu Denim, for years I have dream of the perfect girl, the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, who will be the mother of my children. But one unexpected night I found her, and I love her very much. I love you, will you marry me?" 

Chapter Three

The late summer sun is warm on my skin, the air is full of sents, the nectar in my glass is full of bubbles and is sweat like sugar. So far on our date Salem has baked me cookies and brought me on a picknick to the park.

"Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue. Did you know that?" 

I look up at him as he is stairing into my eyes. I love how he's a gentlement when he needs to be. I blush and lay down beside him, with his arm in the crook of my neck I feel safe, whole again. It's been three weeks since the accident. Recovering has been hard but I think I'm getting there. He has been a big part of my recovery, instead of moping around I spend most of my days with him laughing, loving and of course sometimes crying. But like he tells me, just remember it hurts because they loved you. But what scares me most is how fast I'm falling for him. But right here, right now is perfect. He picks up a strand of blue hair that is so sun bleached it's almost white and examines it as if he was a scientist and my hair befuddled him. 

"You know" I say rolling so I lay perched ontop of him. " You might have to kiss me or someone else in this park might try to grab you up, thinking your single." 

He looks at me with his smug grin.

"You know what? I just might." 

And at that second he grabs my waist and spins me so that he is now pinning me to the ground. He slowly leans in towards me, examining my eyes to see if this is truly what I want. Then when our faces are millimeters apart he closes his eyes and kisses me. With his lips on mine I feel his every move, his breath warm and sweet like the nectar. He grabs the back of my neck with one hand and carresses my cheek with the other. But all too quickly it's over he pulls away heaving for breath and smiles.
Together we make the perfect couple, ever since the accident all my mind can focuse on is him. His perfect green eyes and angled chin, the way he moves and speaks. Every time he calls mine name I'm forced to smile, it's like a blessing. 

"You know you really live in a dump." 

"What the hell is wrong with you Salem?" I say, he just ruined the moment. Why the hell would he bring that up. 

"What!? I was just gonna suggest we get a place together!" 

I look at him in awe and delight. What a perfect situation, me and him together in a cute little house in town. He smiles taking that as a yes and lays back down to cuddle as we watch another summer afternoon float by. 

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"Well as you can see Mr. And Mrs. Berrylooth this little bungalow has a lot of character." 

"We're not married. Just a couple." Salem explains to our real estate agent. He looks bewildered that a couple would move in together without being married. I guess that's what happens when you live in a small town. 

Salem and I are looking at houses in town. So far the one we saw yesterday is still my favorite it has a cute little baby blue living room with white accents and my god the bed room was beautiful, a white little double bed with ribbond draping over it with glass arched door leadin out into a little garden. I fell in love the moment I saw it. But this house isn't so bad either. It has a kitchen with a little breakfast table and a couch and tv. The bedroom isn't as nice as the other one but this one is romantic, red is all you see across the entire room. This house has a yard but not like the beautiful garden the other one has. 

"So babe, what you think." 

"I still really like the other one." 

"I know, but rember there's that other couple competing for it too, I think their willing to pay more than us." 

"What if that's what they're saying about us, we could at least make an offer, I mean there's no harm in that."
That really is the house I want, it's just so perfect. That's the house I want to wake up in every day, have my breakfast at that little table. That's the house I want to come home to from the hospital with my new born baby child. I want to wave good by front the window when that child boards the school bus. But I'm cl scared he's not gonna take it, I'm scared that if we don't go for it now I will loose it forever. But as he clearly doesn't want it how am I gonna be able to change that. 

We argued about it all night last night, it ended with him storming out into the rain and me standing I his apartment crying. However this morning we made up and I think we're getting past it. See the thing about Salem is he can never make huge changes without doing a lot of thinking and researching. He gives me one hard look and says.

"Are you sure that's the one you really want?" 

I nodd like a giddy school girl would for candy and he agrees swooping me up into his arms as we kiss. Like all our kisses it is perfect and we only stop when we can no longer go without air. As our agent calls the owner we stand talking about all the things we love about that house. He likes the room for renovation in case we ever get married and start a family. I just love the house in general it reminds me of the many trips we took to France as kids to visit my grandmother. 

"Good news the other couple backed down, it's yours if you want it." 

                                                     

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We stand outside of our newly bought house, the sold sign still on it's front lawn. I'm anxious to go inside but we can't just yet, we still have to finish signing papers. 

"Mal, calm down it'll just be another minute or two."

He looks at me concerned that I've gone mad over this house. He hands me the pen and shows me where to sign. I'm so nervousness I can barley stop my hand from shaking, I slowly write Malibu Denim on the page before shoving it in the arms of our real estate agent. Salem and I walk, hand and hand up to the front door, he dangles the keys infront of my face as if I'm an excited puppy before finally opening the door. As we step into our new home a sigh of relief escapes Salem's mouth. I run strait to my new beautiful bedroom and flop on the bed. Salem comes to lay down beside me but then quickly changes his position so that he lay onto of me. Slowly he kisses me as if to taunt me. I grab the back of his neck to bring him closer. Soon we're just two lovers in a ball of blankets. I feel him fumbling at the hem of my shirt and I quickly whip it off, it's his turn next and as he attempts to take it off it gets caught on his shoulders and he runs around the room pretending he's a monster. When he finally gets it off he comes to back to the bed and we go under the covers. 

Chapter Two

The night air is dense and the ground is cold as I slowly regain consciousness. A firefighter with a mint green face and forest green hair is sitting beside me. I sit up and look around, disaster is all I see now. My childhood home falling in on it's self, crumbling into ashes. I watch as my parents and brother are quickly rushed to the hospital though everyone knows there's no hope, they're already dead. I start to stand and feel dizzy, the firefighter quickly grabs my waist to steady me though as soon as he does he moves his hands to my arms instead. 

"What's your name?" He asks as he stairs into my eyes, it feels like he can see right through me. 

"Malibu Denim." 

Again sheer terror strikes his face at the name. His expression is sweat as he escorts me to a lawn chair near one of the police cars. 

"My names Salem Berrylooth." 

I give him a quick smile, he sits down in the grass beside me and explains what happend. It's mostly just noise to me but I pick up enough to figure out the fire, it started when my mother was cooking, she tried to put it out with water but it just spread the fire. My brother call the firefighters but by the time they got here the entire house was engulfed in flames. My mother and father where dead when they arrived but my brother was alive, he held on long enough to say goodbye to his daughter and wife on the phone but then passed away just after. When I got here they where all dead. We sit there for a good hour before everyone leaves. I turn my head to look at Salem and he's stairing at the house, then at me. He looks so relaxed with his nee in the air and his arm slung over it. 

"Can I give you a ride home or somthing." 

I consider brushing him off then remember that I didn't drive here. 

"Sure, um thanks for everything..." 

"No problem this isn't easy. I mean I get it, I lost my sister in a fire."

"Oh I'm sorry." 

"No I'm sorry!" 

He opens the passenger side door for me and I get in. As we drive away from the house I start sobbing  and he lets me. It takes me a good 15 minutes before I stop crying enough to talk. 

"So Malibu, where should I drop you? At a boyfriends, friends or something?" 

"Call me Mal, and um could you drop me at my apartment?" 

"All alone you sure you don't want some company?" 

"Ya I guess, but I'm kinda a suffer in silence kinda girl."  

He flashes me a smile and I smile back. We drive to my apartment.

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 When we pull in I see vans everywhere. I try to get out but people  swarm me asking questions about the fire. Half of them are reporters some of them where my parents lawyers. Then out of no where I hear him.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY, IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO HER YOU'll HAVE TO WAIT." 

I look at him and burst out laughing. I'm so surprised that I can laugh at a time like this that I stop that very second and look at the ground. We walk into the building and up the stairs. I stop at the door that says 6b.

"Well this is me." 

He stop looks around and leans up against the wall like guys would in high school.

"You sure you wanna spend the night all by yourself?" 

I think it over and frankly I don't want to spend the night all alone. But I can't ask him to stay, I just met him. I unlock the door and step into my tiny studio and look back at him. He's actually quite handsome, he's just taller than I am and very buff. 

"You wanna come in for a bit?" 

He nods and steps in. I rush to the kitchenette to make some sandwiches. When I come back he's sitting on my couch. We devoure our sandwiches and watch some tv. Before I know it he's asleep on my couch, he looks so peaceful. I put a blanket on his muscular body and relax, before I know it I'm out like a lite.

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I wake up with my head on his lap. I look up and he's already awake and he's laughing at me. 

"How did this happen?"  

I smile and stand up, rembering the events from the previous day. 

"What do I do Salem, what do I have to do." 

He looks up from the ground and into my eyes every second he stairs it's heaven. 

"You should probably through a funeral. I mean you don't have to.. But if you want." 

That sounds like a good plan, a funeral and mabye it will make me feel better. But how on earth will I be able to afford it. Funerals supposed to be really expensive right? 

"Your parents lawyers called this morning, they didn't have tons of money but they had a bit after mortgages and taxes. That should get you through a bit right. Do you have a job?"

Oh sugar, what do I tell him. I kinda really like him. 

"Ya I'm a...a...dancer."

"A dancer? Like a ballet dancer?" 

"Somthing like that." 

He looks at me suspiciously and then quickly brushes it off. We get ready for the day as if we've lived together for ages. I watching doing his morning routine. Then we head out the door. 

"Look I hate to impose" he starts off "But I was wondering if you need any help with the funerals or something. I mean I don't have to work."

"Um ya I guess I could use your help." 

He smiles and then gives me a hug. It's awkward at first because we barly know each other, but then after a while it feels nice, it feels right.

"Let's go." Is all he says after.

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The past few days has been nothing but meetings and greetings. Flowers are all over my studio and Salem has installed himself on my couch at night. My parents left me enough money to pay for their funerals and to live for about a month after that. The funeral is beautiful, flowers everywhere and all my family and friends are here. Salem like my new accessorie he is permanently attached to my arm and not for him, it's for me. Everyone is so kind and generouse it's wonerfull. While we sit in the church as the ceremony goes on and on, I remember all the good memories I had with my family. Like the time we went to the lake to fish and my brother tried to teach me how to swim. As I think of these memories a tear streams down my face just as quickly as it does Salem wipes it away.

We walk back to Salem's car after the ceremony. He stop before opening his door and looks at me. 

"I know it's completely the wrong time to do this, but I wanted to know if you'd got on a proper date with me?" 

Chapter One

My name is Malibu Denim but most sims call me Mal. I live in a middle class family of course. Mom's a spa specialist, Dad's a lawyer. That's the life I've always lived. Me and my Brother, Persian, loved our lives as kids, we had that type of life you always see on tv. The kind where you run around playing tag all day and playing in the tree house with all the kids on your street. The kind where your father came home from work kissed your mother on the cheek and then you all sat down for dinner. It was wonderfull, not a care in our worlds. But when you get older you find that the worlds not always what you thought is was. So here it begins, my adult life story. 

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My alarm clock always goes off at the same time every day. It's always the same routine, wake up, get dressed and go to work. My job isn't exactly what I dreamed of my entire life. See I moved out as soon as I became a young adult and my dream was to become an actress. I got very little auditions and never got any parts. That was until I met Lacy. She got me into this life style. It's not really that bad, my job, well at least it's perfectly legal. You see I'm a party dancer. You know the people who come to your bachelor parties. 

"Mal you free tonight? One of our former clients wants to know if you want to dance tonight?" I love Lacy to death but the way she always makes our job sound so casual makes me sick.

"Sorry Lacy, my mom is making a big dinner for Persian's birthday and I have to be there by five. Another time ok?" 

" Are you still able to dance for Jhon this after noon, he's one of our biggest customers." 

" I guess, but we'll have to make it quick." 

As I pull into his driveway I can already here the music and the cheering. I walk up his ash fault  driveway in my boots and wonder how horrid this gigs gonna be. This guy always has the biggest parties. I hate working for him but it pays the bills. This is where most girls in my agency get hurt, your see Jhon may be shy around the work place but at home he's the boss. I walk in the front door and about 15 white berries crook their heads to get a good look at me. They all stair at me as if they've never seen a blue berry before. 

" Hey beautiful, why don't you get up on that platform and give us a little dance?" Someone shouts from the crowd, soon their all chanting for me to dance,I swing my head around and see Jhon standing there with a smug grin on his face. He looks up and down my body admiring the short cut maid suit I have to wear. I give him a forced smile and get up on the platform. They turn on some music with a real shitty singer and I start dancing. When I dance like this my mind goes numb, if I think of what I'm doing I'll burst out into tears. As usual I feel a hand slip up the hem of my dress and I spin on my toes. Jhon stands there laughing and mumbles somthing that makes me sick. 

"Common baby what do you think I'm paying you for?" 

" I'm not or never going to do that with you get away or I stop dancing!" 

He crawls up onto the platform and presses himself up against me. I stop him buy turning around and punching him square in the stomach, though it doesn't really seem to have effected him.

" You know the rules Jhon don't touch, don't throw anything and I'll keep dancing."

"Little missy did you just touch me?"

In a split second he slaps me across the face. I look at him my cheek burning red hot and spit blood in his face. He laughts gives me a few simoleons and waves his hand for me to keep dancing. 

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"Hello this is Lacy how can I help you?" 

"Lacy it's Mal, I need your help."

"Mal babe, why are you calling me just come talk to me!" 

"I can't Jhon slapped me in the face, I'm too dizzy to drive and I'm gonna have a big bruise. My mom can't see me like this or she'll suspect that I'm not actually a nanny." 

"You told your mom you're a nanny. Mal she's gonna find out and be pissed either way."

"Look can you give me a lift or what?"

"Just wait I'm on my way." 

I stand waiting in the night in my maids costume. Eventually I see her car screeching up the road as if she's in a race, she never really got the hang of driving. She looks me up and down and gives me a sad look, me and Lacy have been partners in this since the beginning and she always helps me out when I'm at my low. But I really do wish I didn't have to know her, didn't have to have her in my life. 

As we drive through my childhood neighborhood I feel at peace. How much I long to have a life like my mother, a simple safe job with a proper home and a husband. I really would get a decent job if I ever got the chance, but my life sadly isn't a fairy tale and no spell will change that. With the windows rolled down I can smell a bond fire with burning wood and I miss my old life. As we pull down my street we're stop by some police tape and a police officer comes to my window. He's a cubby old man who reminds me of my father, he's got his hat on and it looks funny on him. He looks like he should run a restaurant or somthing. He probably has a decent life with a wife and kids. 

"Hello ladies, I'm sorry but this street has been closed down. You girls will have to take another way." He doesn't look that apologetic mainly just annoyed that we would dream of driving down this street.

"Officer, I'm on my way to my parents for dinner they live on this street could we please get past."

" What's your name honey?"

"Malibu Denim, why?" His face goes into shock when he hears my name. Which is new for me, only a few people know the name Denim and it's not like it's some amazing name to have. He quickly escorts me down the street as Lacy pulls away waving and telling me to call when I'm done.

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In front of me in ashes is my childhood home. The late spring wind blows the ashes into my eyes as my brain tries to process this scenario. Some police officers  stands looking at three corpses that are wrapped in plastic near an ambulance with it's lights still flashing. The heat still blazing from the coals infront of me. A scream escapes my lips as I fall to the ground, the last thing I see is one if the firefighters running towards me.