Hello again, some bad news & a question

Hi all!


Remember be? Long time, no see, right? I apologize for being so MIA the past few months. Life got crazy busy when university started back up again, and for a while my energy went into other things than my Sims legacy. In fact, I didn’t pick up my game for months, even though I meant to.


However, recently I’ve started getting some of my inspiration back for this story. I have big, big things planned for Oliver and I’d love to carry on with the story and see how it goes! I hope you would be as excited as I am for some of the things I’m planning.


Here is where the bad news comes in… I lost my legacy game. The sims, the houses, everything. I can’t even find them in my library anymore. I have no idea how this happened and I was so disappointed when I found out. I still have my Original Matteo Fiore, but no Evelynne, no kids and no grandkids 😦


I still really want to continue with the story, though. So here is my question: Would you guys be okay with it if I re-made the sims that were in the story (same traits and as close to their appearances as I can get), cheated them up to approximately the same funds as they had before and kept the story going from there? The screenshots would look different, but all of the storyline and the character’s personalities would keep going like nothing happened.


So, is that a way you’d be willing to continue reading the story? Would you even like me to continue with the story? Let me know!


I also appreciate all of you who have read my legacy so far. Thank you ❤


3.6 Climax


Hey guys! So today is my birthday and to celebrate, I decided to make an extra long birthday chapter for you (warning: it is really, really long)! As you’re reading this, I’m probably off celebrating, but please leave a comment!  A lot of work went into this one so I hope you enjoy it ❤




I looked in the mirror, taking a deep breath and straightening my tie for the hundredth time. It was ridiculous how nervous I was. I felt like a teenage girl going on her first date – except I was a teenage guy who’d never been on a date.

But my crush would be coming over to a party at my house tonight. And I wanted to look great.



It’s no big deal. You’ve seen Danny a billion times at school. What’s so different about tonight?

I tried to calm myself down, but it definitely felt very different. Seeing Danny at night time, in a party atmosphere, wasn’t something I was used to. And even though I tried not to get my hopes up, somewhere in the back of my mind, I really wanted something… special to happen tonight.



At that moment, my phone buzzed, indicating a text message. I shook my head, trying to get those silly thoughts and hopes out of my head, and grabbed my phone. It was a text from Danny.

Hey, can’t wait for the party tonight! See you then.

It was a simple message, short and not particularly sweet, but it still made me smile. Danny’s messages always made me smile.





My phone rang for the millionth time. Another message from somebody, telling me what time they’d get here tonight and how many people they’d bring. This was already being worked up to be a pretty crazy party. I quickly replied and put my phone back in my pocket.



There were steps audible in the hallway.

“Jen, is that you?” I said, turning around. I had been expecting her for a while.

Jennifer didn’t answer me, but simply opened the door. When I saw her, my eyes widened and I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face.

“Holy shit. You look… amazing.”



She smiled shyly at me, but with a confident twinkle in her eye.

“I’m glad you like it.”

She brushed the flowy fabric of her dark blue dress, which flowed easily over her hips. I swallowed hard and had to fight the urge to throw myself on her.

“Like it? I love it. God, I’ll have to shield you from every guy at the party tonight.”



Jennifer laughed as I walked over to her and stroked her cheek.

“You sure know how to exaggerate, Oliver,” she said with a smile.

“I’m not kidding. I mean, you always look beautiful, but tonight… Wow.”

I tried really hard not to look at the revealing cleavage, but I failed. Jennifer noticed and grinned.



“My eyes are up here, babe,” she teased.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “It’s uh… distracting.”

Luckily, at that moment the door bell rang.

“Party time,” Jen said, “I think the first guests are here!”





The party was in full force in no-time. People kept coming in, going out, bringing friends and trying to sneak upstairs. A bunch of people from school had come, and Oliver seemed to be having a good time. So far, it was a success.



We’d moved most of the fancy and breakable furniture into grandma and grandpa’s old room and locked it. The middle of the living room had made space for a dance floor and a cheap bar with even cheaper liquor that people had brought. Pretty soon, most people were at least a little tipsy.



Even though I wasn’t planning on getting drunk that evening, it was pretty funny to see Jennifer – who was always very prim and proper – acting crazy on the dance floor with her friends after two glasses of rosé. The atmosphere in the room was light, fun and breezy. Everyone seemed to be getting along.



I was in a corner of the room, talking to one of my friends from school. I was barely listening to the conversation though. While my friend spoke, my eyes kept scanning the room for a sign of Danny. He had said that he’d come – why wasn’t he here yet?

Suddenly, as I was quietly nodding along, I noticed him and my heart jumped. Danny was standing near the mini-fridge, opening a beer. He looked up, saw me, smiled and waved.

“Excuse me,” I mumbled to my friend, as I subtly tried to move away from him.



“Hey, Sam.” Danny greeted me with a pat on the back and a slight squeeze in my shoulder. “Seems like a fun party you got here!”

I smiled, trying not to sound too nervous. “It is. Did you just get here?” Danny nodded. “Got held up at work. But I’m glad I’m here now.” He took a sip of his beer and took a look around. A slightly awkward silence fell, and I was frantically looking for something to talk about. “So, uh… I’m almost finished with the project and…”



Danny interrupted me. “Come on, Sam, it’s Saturday. Let school go for a second.” He grinned. “Did you have a beer yet? I think you need another one to get in the party mood. Here, you finish this one.” He promptly handed me his half-empty glass. “I’ll go get a new one for myself. See you later, Sam.”

He brushed past my shoulder as he made his way over to the bar. I looked at the foamy layer on the glass in my hand. The foam that his lips had made little dents into. I sighed happily. This party was looking up already.





“Oliver, stop it, not here.” Jennifer giggled and tried to push my lips off of her neck, but quickly surrendered and let out a little moan. I loved it when Jen got tipsy. She was usually such a control freak, but after a few glasses of wine she quickly relaxed.

“Sorry,” I grinned. “You just look irresistible. I can’t help myself.”

“You’re crazy.” She shook her head but smiled.



“Are you having a good time, babe?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s fun. Everyone’s enjoying themselves, I think.” Jennifer looked at the clock. “Just one more hour until your birthday. How does it feel to be nearly eighteen?”

I shrugged and smiled. “Any age is fun when I’m with you.”

Jen looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “I still need to give you your gift,” she said. She’d been making a big deal about the gift she was going to get me for weeks now. I’d been suspecting that it would be a new standing mixer that I could use in the kitchen, but my parents had just asked me which color I wanted, so now I had no clue what it could be.



“Hey Jen! Come over here and dance! We found another bottle!”

One of her friends called Jen from the other side of the room. Jennifer looked over my shoulder and waved. “I’ll be right there!”

I laughed. “Come on, girl, show me those moves,” I teased. Jen wasn’t a particularly good dancer and she knew it.

“Ha ha, very funny.”



She quickly leaned in to kiss me on my cheek, but lingered around my ear for a second.

“Meet me in your room at a quarter past midnight. Your gift should be ready then.”

Without waiting for me to answer, she ran to her friends and went searching for a cork screw in the kitchen.





A few minutes before midnight, I wandered off into the kitchen to get some water. I was surprised to find my brother standing in front of the window by himself.

“Ollie? What are you doing here?”

Oliver turned around. “Oh, hey Sam. Just getting away from the craziness for a while. What about you?”

I nodded. “Same.”



“So,” Oliver said, trying to sound casual. “I saw you talking to Danny.”

I couldn’t help but blush. “Yeah. He’s having fun, I think.”

“Good. I hope you don’t mind that I invited him,” Oliver said almost apologetically. “I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for you.”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “You’re right. I would never have done it myself. Although, to be honest, I’m still pretty confused about… about him. And what he, you know… likes.”



Oliver snorted with laughter. “Well, there’s only one way to find out, right?” he said optimistically. “And even if he doesn’t swing that way, you still had a fun night. That’s what counts.”

He smiled and I smiled back.



“Yeah. That’s true. Thanks, Ollie.”

The clock struck midnight and everyone at the party started yelling Oliver’s name. I stepped forward and hugged my brother. “Happy eighteenth birthday.”





It took all my patience to wait until a quarter past midnight. Jennifer had disappeared somewhere while everyone was congratulating me, and it took me a while to break free from the crowd of people handing me celebratory beers. The hallway was dark as I made my way up the stairs.




Not knowing what to expect, but still somehow nervous, I knocked on the door to my bedroom.


“Come in.”

I pushed the door open and my heart nearly stopped at what I saw.





The party was getting crazier and crazier inside. The music was louder, drinks were spilling everywhere and at least two people had locked themselves up in the bathroom – either to puke or to make out. I had to get out of there for a minute, so I walked over to the porch. As I pushed the door open, I noticed Danny was sitting on the bench. He looked startled as I opened the door.

“Oh… Hey Sam.”




He was clearly a little bit drunk. His speech was slightly slurred and he was swaying on his seat, but he still seemed to be relatively in control. “What are you doing here, Danny?” I asked as I sat down next to him. It seemed easier to talk to him when he was drunk. Maybe I was a little tipsy, too.

“Just watching the stars,” he answered, while dreamily looking up at the sky. I followed his gaze and chuckled. “You can’t even see them. It’s too cloudy.”



Danny laughed. “Yeah. I guess. But they’re there, you know. That’s nice. I mean, even if you can’t see them, you still know that they’re there. That’s nice.”

I smiled and looked over at him. “That is nice. Really nice.”



Suddenly, I realized how close to each other we were sitting.





“Jen, oh my… You look… This is…” I stammered at the sight of my girlfriend in white, lacy lingerie. Jennifer smiled shyly, but with a confident air tugged at the straps of her corset.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah! Totally. I just…” My voice became hoarse with desire, but I managed to control myself.

“Good,” Jen said triumphantly. “I thought your eighteenth birthday was a good occasion to really celebrate for the first time.”



Suddenly, rationality kicked in for me. I grabbed Jennifer’s hands.

“Jen, listen. I love this. And I really appreciate you doing this. But seriously – if you’re not entirely comfortable then we don’t need to…”

“Oliver,” Jen said, suddenly fierce. “I’ve thought about this. I’m ready.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “Good. Me too.”





Danny’s face was close to mine now. Thoughts were racing through my head. Am I crazy? Are we doing this? Does he want to? What am I supposed to do?

Danny didn’t seem ready to initiate anything. He looked at me, somewhat drowsily, somewhat expectantly. But something in his eyes made me feel like maybe if I tried… He wouldn’t hate me.



In a sudden burst of courage, perhaps brought on by the light-headed feeling I was having, I pressed my lips on his. It was clumsy, it was awkward, but it was wonderful. Danny grabbed me hard by my waist, seemingly encouraged by my kiss, and pushed my lips open. I felt like I was flying and going through a free-fall at the same time. All of my doubts and worries went away, and all I wanted was to stay there forever.









And then, the most horrible, horrible thing happened. It must have been a few minutes into our kiss. Danny suddenly roughly pushed me away. At first, I thought he was playing a game, but his face was angry, furious even.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I was too confused to even say anything. Wasn’t he grabbing me and kissing me back five seconds ago? Where did this come from?


“I thought… I thought…” I was stammering.

“You thought what?! You thought I… I liked you? You thought I was…” Danny had a frantic look in his eyes, confused and upset at the same time. “You thought I was gay?” He almost whispered it.

I shrugged, trying to hold back tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I just…”

“My god, Samuel, what if somebody saw us!”

He was yelling at the top of his lungs again.



I felt crushed. My hopes, my happiness, my self-esteem…

I didn’t know what to do, tried to reach out to Danny, to make him understand – but he pushed my hands away.

“Get away from me, you freak!”

My heart shattered into a million pieces.



3.5 A Push In The Right Direction



My brush stroked nervously over the canvas. It was a warm, bright Sunday afternoon and Danny had come over to work on our joined art project. We’d dragged the easels outside for ‘inspiration’ and fresh air, but I still had a difficult time concentrating on what I was doing. All I could think about was how close Danny was standing behind me, what his breathing sounded like and the whiff of cologne that I caught every once in a while.



Don’t be ridiculous, Sam, just focus on the damn project.

I took a step back and frowned, looking at my work so far. It was supposed to be a night/day view of landscape. I had been assigned ‘day’, and Danny was working on the ‘night’. I’d rather it had been the other day around. The bright colors weren’t cooperating with me and I felt frustrated. All of grandma’s paintings seemed so amazing and effortless – why hadn’t that talent been transferred to me?



After hearing my annoyed sighs, Danny put his brush down and walked over to me.

“What’s up?”

“It’s just not…. Good,” I said, pointing at the canvas. “Look at this blotch of yellow, it’s not even –”

“Sam, stop it,” Danny interrupted with a laugh. “Don’t do this to yourself. It looks great. Relax a little bit.”

He put his hand on my shoulder, softly and just for a second, but I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. Relax. Like I could relax with Danny just half a step behind me, feeling his warm breath on my neck.



Danny moved around the canvas and stood next to me. “Look, if you’re really getting this frustrated, let’s just take a break. Maybe that’ll clear your head.”

He smiled at me, a warm,  friendly smile that made me nearly faint. I cleared my throat and managed a smile myself.

“Yeah, good idea.”



We sat on the porch bench for a while, talking about school, art and food. I loved looking at Danny while he was telling me a story, moving his arms around for added effect and laughing at his own jokes. He was so different than me – so much more outgoing, so much more popular, so much more athletic in addition to being artistic. It was silly to think he could ever be attracted to me. But still, here we were, having a great time together. Could that mean…



My thoughts were interrupted by Oliver, who came out on the porch.

“Hey, guys. Mom mentioned you two were out here.” He gave Danny a friendly nod, who smiled back. They got along pretty well, even though they had separate groups of friends in school.

“Yeah, just working on our art project,” Danny said.

Oliver glanced over at the canvases. “Looks great!”

“Sam doesn’t think so,” Danny teased and I felt my cheeks redden. Oliver shook his head. “He never does. Listen, I’m having a birthday party next week. Do you think you could make it, Danny? My parents are out of town and there’s a bunch of people from school coming.”



I tried hard to keep my smile from fading. Of course, it made sense for Oliver to invite Danny. They were friendly with each other. But I couldn’t help but worry… what if, at the party, it would be obvious to everyone that I had a crush on him? Or worse, what if I saw him making out with some hot girl?

“Awesome! I’ll be there,” Danny said excitedly.

“Great! See you then.”

Oliver was about to go inside, but I quickly got up. “Ollie, can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second?”



As soon as the door closed behind us, I looked at Oliver. “What are you inviting him for?”

My brother had a confused expression on his face. “Wait, you’re not happy that I invited him for you?”

For me?”

“Yeah, I figured you’d never do it yourself, so I’d help you out a bit.”

“But… I don’t… We’re not…” I was stammering. I hadn’t talked to anyone about my crush, not even Oliver, who I usually told everything to. How could he know?



As if he read my mind, Oliver smiled. “Sam, it’s so obvious that you like him. I’ve known for a while.”

“Oh.” I could think of nothing more intelligent to say.

“I just wish you’d talked to me about it. I went to your room all the time to gush about Jen when we were first dating.”

He almost looked a little hurt, and I immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry, Ollie. It’s just… it’s awkward for me, still.”

He nodded quickly. “I understand.” His smile came back full force. “Hey, who knows… Maybe that party is exactly what you need for a little push in the right direction.”



I scoffed and laughed. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

But as I turned around and walked back to the porch, I couldn’t help but hope that maybe Oliver was right, and that party would be exactly what I needed…

3.4 Party Plans



“Onions, tomatoes, peppers… Looking good, looking good.”

As usual, I was murmuring to myself while preparing a dish. Jennifer snorted from across the kitchen.

“Hey, if you want dinner, you better not make fun of me,” I said sternly. “That’s what I get for trying to organize a romantic evening for the two of us, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” Jen smiled. “You’re just so cute.”



She got up from the chair where she was sitting and walked over to the counter, bringing a scent of flowers and fresh linens with her. She leaned on the kitchen counter.

“This is a pretty good way to celebrate our six months together.” She looked approvingly at my pile of ingredients. “Tacos are my favorite.”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, you have a boyfriend who can make a kick-ass seafood risotto and amazing boeuf bourguignon… and Jennifer Woodworth asks for tacos.” I shook my head. “Aren’t you rich girls supposed to only eat macarons and caviar?”

“I’m saving that for the one year anniversary.” She winked at me.



I laughed and turned around to check on my chicken.

“So where’s Sam?” Jennifer asked. “Not joining us for dinner?”

“Nope. He’s out with that friend of his again, Danny.”

“Ooh, ‘friend’? Or ‘date’?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea. Sam kind of avoids the subject when I asked him about it.” I frowned. “He’s not really been himself lately. I feel like something’s bothering him, but he won’t tell me what.”



“Don’t worry about it too much, babe,” Jen said reassuringly. “He’ll talk about when he’s ready. If there’s anything wrong, that is. It might be nothing.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said, still not very convinced.

“You just focus on those tacos over there.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw Jennifer walking towards me, her light dress swinging flirtatiously around her legs and her hair looking soft and shiny.



“I think they can manage by themselves for a while,” I said hastily, before pulling her into a tight embrace.



Not much later, we were sitting down at the dinner table.

“These are great,” Jen mumbled while stuffing her face with taco. I laughed.

“Glad you enjoy them.”

She swallowed hard. “You should make these for the party.”

My eighteenth birthday was coming up in a month or so, and I’d convinced my parents to let me throw a party at the house while they were away for the weekend.



“Party? What party?”

Juliette and her friend Sarah ran into the kitchen, just in time to hear Jen finish her sentence.

“Nothing that concerns you two.” Of course, that only sparked their curiosity more. The two girls promptly sat down at the table.

“Is it a party for your birthday, Ollie?” Juliette asked excitedly.



“Maybe,” I teased. “But it’s an adult birthday party. You guys are too young for that.”

There was loud protest from both girls, which made me and Jen struggle to hold back our laughter. “We’re not too young,” Sarah said stubbornly.

“We could give a concert!”

“Or a puppet show!”

“Or a play!”

“No way, kiddos. You two are staying at Sarah’s that night,” I said while ruffling Jules’ hair.



Again, the girls didn’t agree with that. I tried to calm them down for a while, but then gave up and just finished eating my taco. Jen exchanged an amused glance at me.

“Guess we have to make room for two more guests.”

3.3 Wonderful



“Ollie, are you still…”

I was about to knock on my brother’s door when my hand stopped mid-air. A girlish giggle came from inside his room. I recognized Jennifer’s laugh and then heard Oliver murmur something in a much lower voice than what he usually sounded like. I sighed. Of course. Jen was here again. Even though Ollie insisted that they still hadn’t done it yet, they sure spent a lot of time locked up in his room.

“Fine, we’ll watch Stranger Things another time, then,” I said softly to myself. Seeing the time, I figured I might as well take a shower and head to bed.



Under the warm water and steam of the shower, I still couldn’t quite relax. It was good to see my brother so happy, and I really liked Jen. She was a sweet girl. But it was difficult to see my brother have his first real relationship, and experiencing true teenage love, when it seemed like that would never happen to me…

My family had been super supportive of me when I came out two years ago, but so far I hadn’t dared to tell anyone at school that I was gay. There were some rumors of course, but I usually ignored them and most of my friends thought I just wasn’t super interested in romance in general. Little did they know.



At the start of the school year, a new student had joined Newcrest High. Danny Moll. We were assigned to work on an art project together, and I soon figured out that he shared my love of painting and creativity. We got along really well and he quickly became a part of my small group of friends. Without even realizing it, Danny and I started spending more and more time together – just the two of us. He’d stayed for dinner a few times, and now that the weather was nicer, we hung out by our pool a lot on the weekend. And oh my god, his body… It had taken all the self-control I could muster not to jump on him right then and there.



But not only was he good-looking and creative; Danny was also smart, funny and super sweet. Mom loved to tell him about grandma’s career as a painter and show him old sketches of hers; dad always commented on how polite he was; and even Oliver got along really well with him after Danny had shown interest in different types of mushrooms. It was like he was the perfect son-in-law. And I… Well, I just felt like my heart would melt every time he laughed loudly, his chocolate eyes sparked with excitement or his strong jaw clenched when he was focusing on an art piece.



Of course, it was so incredibly stupid of me to have a crush on my friend who didn’t even know I liked boys. Danny probably thought we were just good friends… nothing more. He could get any girl he wanted, or any guy, for that matter. Why would he want me?



Still, as I sat on my bed, struggling to find sleep, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander. He’d never mentioned a girlfriend or a date with a girl. And he really did seem to like me – platonically, at least. How wonderful would it be if Danny was sitting here with me, wrapping me in my arms and kissing my forehead as we fell asleep together? How wonderful would it be if, for once in my life, I wouldn’t feel so… alone?

A Sign of Life

Hi everyone!


Just wanted to pop on here and apologize for the lack of updates the past week. You might know that I started this blog right before summer holiday, and I was able for weeks to update on a nearly daily basis. I really enjoyed that.

But now, university has started back up, and with full force (I’m a psychology student, if anyone’s curious). There’s a 2 hour commute between my house and the university, so I lose quite a bit of time with travel. On top of that, I’m in an extra credit honours-class which takes up my entire Wednesday-evening and a lot of extra time; I’ve started a part time job two days a week; I’m working out with a personal trainer twice a week and apart from that I have to have some sort of social life 😛 It’s been difficult to find the time and energy to write.

However, I have lots of ideas and am super excited for Generation 3. It’s definitely not a lack of inspiration or enthusiasm, just lack of time. I’m hoping to get into some sort of schedule/rhythm soon and be able to give you guys weekly updates AT LEAST. But it might take some time to adjust to this pace of life.


I want to thank you all so much for sticking with the story and I hope you understand where I’m coming from. I promise, more updates on Oliver and his friends and family soon! Hope to see your comments then ❤


Much love,





3.2 Stick It Out



“Hey, what’s up? You’re home early.”

I looked up from the mushrooms I was watering to see Samuel walking down the porch steps. I shrugged. “Skipped my last class.”

Sam frowned. “Again? Are you serious?”

I didn’t answer him. I’d been in a bad mood all day and silently moved past my younger brother to water some grapes.



Sam sighed and sat down on one of the bar stools. “Let me guess – you failed the test that you took last week, right?”

Again, I stayed silent and tightly pressed my lips.

“Mom and dad are going to freak,” Sam said dryly.

“I know that. You don’t think I know that?”

“Why do you hate school so much?” It was a genuine question, not meant to torment me. Just curiosity. “I don’t get it – you’re so smart. You could be anything. A brain surgeon, a space scientist…”



“But that’s not what I want,” I snapped. “Nobody gets it.” I softly touched the delicate green leaves, rubbing them between my fingers and releasing the smell of basil. “This is what I want. Growing my own produce, making my own ingredients, and then experimenting with them and making dishes and have people enjoy my amazing food. Bring people together over a meal. I don’t need math or English history or stupid tests for that.” I scoffed. “Uncle Enzo is the only one who understand. He never went to college and look at him now. He runs one of the most successful gaming companies from the last ten years with his wife. He didn’t get there by finishing high school.”



“I’m sure he wouldn’t agree with you on that.” Sam patted the stool next to him. “Come on, leave those things alone and talk to me.”

I made a face while I sat down next to him. “You like pretending to be the older brother, huh?” “No, just the smarter one,” he grinned. “Look, Ollie, I get it. School sucks. It sucks for me, too. But you’re seventeen, you’re a senior, you’ve got like six months to go. Don’t mess it up now.”



I sighed. “Fine. You’re right. I’ll try not to skip class so much anymore, okay?”

Samuel nodded, looking pleased. “Good. And if I find out you do, I’ll tell Jennifer on you. She’d probably give you a harder time than mom and dad about it.”

I laughed. “She really would. I wish I could be more like Jen. She’s so driven and motivated to do well in school, make the best of her life, be successful…” I smiled. “How did I find a girl like that?”



Sam made a gagging sound. “Okay, gross. Cut it out before you I puke.”

“Sorry,” I laughed apologetically.

“So things are going pretty well between you two? She’s very nice. She survived Christmas pretty well, I think.”

“Yeah, things are great,” I said, unable to stop myself from smiling. “Jen’s great.”



“So…” Samuel lifted his eyebrow and gave me a suggestive look. “How is the…. Y’know.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “We haven’t done that. Yet.”

“Really?” Sam looked surprised. “So she really is as prim and proper as she looks?”


“And you don’t mind?”




“Wow. It happened. A woman turned Oliver Fiore-Horton into a man with morals,” Sam teased. “Hey, I’m not saying we’re waiting forever. Just for a little while. Until Jen’s ready.”

“All right,” Sam said. “But you’re not telling me you’re not even a little frustrated. I mean, even I can see that Jennifer is a pretty attractive girl. Having to wait must be getting to you a little bit, right?”

I shrugged. “Maybe a little. But I just keep telling myself that the longer we wait, the better it’ll eventually be.”

Samuel grinned. “Whatever works, dude. Until then, you might want to take good care of those tomatoes over there. I’ve been told they feel a lot like boobs when they’re soft.”

That joke earned him a punch in the ribs, and a good laugh for both of us.

3.1 Introductions

WARNING! Long chapter to get us going well in Generation 3!



“Don’t be nervous, babe. They’ll love you just as much as I do.”

I pressed Jennifer’s hands to my lips and kissed them. She let out a nervous giggle. “I hope so. I hope your mom likes me.” She looked worried. “I read that moms are usually very protective of their boys and tend not to like their girlfriends…”

“Don’t worry so much,” I tried to calm her down. “Mom is great. Everyone is great. You’ll be fine. Let’s go inside.”



It had been almost three months since Jen and I had made things official. And these past three months had been great. She was pretty, but not arrogant, and had a calmness about her that balanced my high energy well. So far, she hadn’t met any of my family. Not even Samuel, even though he and I went to a high school. Jennifer went to a private school one town over. It was by chance that I’d met her, both rocking out to the same music at a concert over the summer. The spark was there immediately, we kissed on the final love ballad, and not long after, we were boyfriend and girlfriend.



“Hey mom, dad; Jennifer’s here!” I yelled enthusiastically when I entered the kitchen.

“Oh, wonderful!” Mom turned around immediately and walked up to Jennifer, giving her a big smile and an even bigger hug. Jen smiled. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Horton.” “Oh, please, call me Allie, honey. Phil, come meet your son’s girlfriend! She’s just as pretty as he told us!”

Jen looked slightly embarrassed but flattered. Dad looked up from his famous cookie batter and nodded at her with a friendly face. “Great to have you here for our early Christmas celebration, Jennifer. I’d come shake your hand, but I’m afraid mine are covered in cookie dough.”



“How about you two go into the living room? I think everybody’s there,” mom said, looking past us into the living room. “Except Anna. I think she snuck upstairs to look through Juliette’s book case.” She shook her head with a smile. “That girl will never change.”

“Yeah, we’ll go say ‘hi’ everyone. What do you think, Jen? Are you up to the challenge?” I grinned at her and gave her a small pinch in her side. Jennifer stuck her tongue out at me. “I think I’ll manage.”



I guided Jen into the living room. “That’s obviously your brother,” Jen said, as soon as she saw Samuel sitting in a chair by the fire. I nodded. “Yep, that’s Sam.” “Are you guys close?”

“Oh, yeah. I was the first one he came out to,” I said softly, so Sam wouldn’t hear us. “Really?” “Yep. Although we’d all known for years, of course. It wasn’t really a surprise. Once, when he was five, he cried because a girl in kindergarten had a crush on him and he had a crush on her older brother. Mom and dad suspected it ever since then. But still, I think it’s always tough to be honest about something like that.”

Jennifer nodded. “Well, I’d love to meet him.”



We sat down on the couch next to Sam. A smile flashed across his face. “So this is her! The famous Jennifer. The Rachel to his Ross. Good to finally meet you.”

Jennifer laughed. “Good to meet you, too. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Probably not as much as I’ve heard about you,” Samuel joked. “So are you ready to meet the entire Fiore family in one go, huh?”

“I guess,” Jennifer shrugged. “Who are those two uh… lovebirds over there?”



I looked over at the Christmas tree, where my uncle and his wife were tied in a passionate embrace. I cringed outwardly. “Ugh. That’s my uncle Enzo and aunt Hester. They’re pretty cool when they’re not attached to each other.”

Sam leaned over. “It’s because they already got here at four and finished the punch bowl between the two of them.” Jennifer giggled. “Do they have any kids?”

“A girl, Anna,” I answered. “She’s our sister’s age. But she’s the one who snuck upstairs to read. She takes after her mom, she doesn’t love big crowds.”



“And that’s our sister, Juliette.” Samuel pointed to the eleven-year-old in a corner of the room. “Wow, she looks a lot like your dad!”

Sam and I laughed. “She’s a total daddy’s girl. You know, being the youngest and all that.” “But don’t let her cute face fool you,” Sam added. “She can be super sassy if she wants to.”

Jennifer smiled. “And the other girl? Is she family, too?”



“Nope. That’s Sarah. She’s Jules’ best friend. Her parents have a lot of kids, and they have to struggle to make ends meet, so she often comes by here for dinner time or sleepovers when things get too hectic at her house.” I shook my head. “They’re good kids, but really, they get up to some serious mischief when they’re together.” “Which is hilarious, too.”



Jennifer looked around the room. “This is everyone?”

“Yep. That’s the Fiore clan.”

“No grandparents?”

Samuel and I both fell silent for a while. Jen looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” “It’s fine,” I said quickly. “Grandma and grandpa past away earlier this year. It was quite sudden,” Sam explained.  “Grandma had a stroke. He found her just… asleep in the bed the next morning. Except she’d never wake up again.” He swallowed and I continued. “Grandpa died not even two weeks after. We think he didn’t want to live without her. His heart stopped working. Out of nowhere.”

“Wow,” Jen said softly. “That’s so sad. But so beautiful.”



Samuel nodded. “Yep. If I ever find a love like that, I’ll have nothing else to wish for.”

I looked over at Jennifer and smiled without even noticing it. Perhaps finding a love like that wouldn’t be too difficult.

“Well,” Sam said, with renewed energy. “Let’s eat, I’m starving!”



“I hope you liked everyone.” My arms were wrapped around Jen and her hair was tickling my face. She pulled away from my arms and kissed me on my cheek. “I did. Your family is so lovely, Oliver. It wasn’t nearly as awkward as they always warn you about. Meet the parents, and all that.”

I smiled. “Good.”



Jennifer looked around my room. “I just realized this is the first time I’m in here.” She glanced at my bookcase and then patted my bedspread. “So, this is where the magic happens, huh?” she joked. “Very funny,” I grinned. In the three months we were dating, Jen and I hadn’t gone further than making out and some cuddling. She was raised in a pretty religious household and taught that sex was something special, preferably to be shared between husband and wife. Mom and dad never raised me with the same ideas, they were a lot more liberal, but I understood where Jen was coming from.



Jen smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”

“Hey, don’t apologize,” I said, faking a stern voice. “You know I don’t mind. Not at all.” I stroked her cheek. “I’ll wait as long as you want me to. No pressure. Got it?”

“Got it.” Jennifer looked at me sweetly. “But you know… Just because we’re not doing that yet, doesn’t mean we just have to stick to holding hands…”



Family Album 4: Expanding the Fam


Hester and Enz cuddling



Mom and Dad’s Golden Wedding Celebration!



Phil the BBQ-Expert :p



Pregnant with baby #3!



Samuel vs. Oliver



Moving in Together!



The Boys



Sam and Grandma Dart Battle!



Summer Fun



Grandma Horton Visists!



Baby Bump



Upgrade to a bigger place!



Couples Who Cook Together, Stay Together!



Ollie talking to baby sister



Juliette is here!



Family Barbecues Are The Best ❤



The Boys Perform a Puppet Show



Sam and Juliette



First signs of a little baby bump!



Sisters-in-Law: Niece is on her way!



Mommy-Daughter-selfie! Allie and Juliette


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2.41 New Beginnings



Twenty-seven days. It had been twenty-seven days since I broke up with Michelle, since I’d quit my job and since I’d put a decent pair of jeans on. Being unemployed wasn’t working out well for me. Our ex-colleagues had put two and two together – me suddenly not showing up to the office anymore, and Michelle being cranky and upset when she was at work – and word had gotten out that we’d had a relationship. This made it impossible to find a new job, since no game designing company wanted that sort of drama in the office. I hadn’t gotten any reaction on my many e-mails or phone calls. It made me really unmotivated and I spent most of my days chilling on the couch and watching TV.



The doorbell rang. I reluctantly got up and walked towards the door. Surprisingly, I saw Hester standing on the porch through the glass window. I hadn’t seen her much lately, mostly because I never left the house anymore.

“Hey, Hester,” I said after I opened the door. “What’s up?”

Hester smiled. “I wanted to come by and check on you. I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

“Uh… Yeah. I’ve been kind of busy with work,” I murmured, my cheeks reddening.

Hester looked at my sweatpants and raised her eyebrow. “I can see that. Can I come in?”



I stepped aside and Hester came in. “Okay, I’ll be honest,” she confessed. “Allie sent me a message on Facebook saying she was worried about you and if I would check on you. She told me that you broke up with your girlfriend, but I don’t know the details. All I know is that you seem kind of down and… Well, I wanted to cheer you up.”

I felt slightly embarrassed that Allie had to ask my neighbor to take care of me, but at the same time, it was really nice to know that Hester cared enough to come by and check on me. I hadn’t felt like a woman cared about me in a long time.

Hester just looked at me with her typical half-smile. “How about I make us some lunch?”



Not much later, we were talking in the kitchen while Hester was preparing a salad. It felt great to get the whole story of my chest – the secrecy, the arguments, the break up and its horrible consequences… Hester just listened, giving me sympathetic looks, but not once did she scold me or scoff or make it feel like it was all my fault. Just her presence in my kitchen made me feel comforted, safe, and… happy? Happier than I’d been in the past few months, that was for sure. And for some reason, even though we weren’t super close, it didn’t seem strange to talk to her in my house, have her cooking lunch for me, and telling her about what I was feeling. It felt like it’d always been this way.



“I just don’t know what to do now,” I sighed, when we were sat at the table. “How can I ever find another job now? Nobody wants to work with someone who made his way to the top by screwing his boss.”

Hester snorted. “Such an elegant way of putting it.”

“I’m serious. I’ll have to spend the rest of my life working at a fast food chain or something,” I groaned. “God, how did I mess all of this up so badly? I thought breaking up with Michelle was the right thing to do, and it was, but it’s gotten me in a totally different kind of trouble.”



Hester looked at me for a second, then put down her fork and leaned forward.

“Enz… If nobody wants to hire you, then why don’t you just… Do it on your own?”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you told me that Michelle often let you join important marketing and financing meetings. So you know how the business side of game design works. And you’re so creative, your designs, your ideas, they’re amazing! Why don’t you just start working independently?”

“I can’t do that!” I exclaimed. “I’m twenty, I don’t have that kind of experience.”

“So you’ll build experience! It might take a while for things to take off, but it’s better than sitting around at home in sweatpants all day.”

She had a point there. But the idea alone made me so scared and nervous…



“You really think I could do that?” I asked shyly. Hester smiled encouragingly. “I know you could. And hey, I know quite a lot about money and managing from working in my aunt’s restaurant. I could help you out if you needed it.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course. But only if you finally buy me that cup of coffee,” she added with a grin. I couldn’t help but smile, for the first time in a long time, a genuine, broad smile played on my face. Hester’s idea seemed like a leap, but maybe it was worth taking a risk. And not just in the professional area of my life… Maybe things would start looking up from now on?