Rylan looked in on Eliza, an appreciation for art and music had skipped a generation, he reviewed the chaos that was her creative space. Crumpled paper, broken crayons, stolen macaroni, Eliza would tidy up when her perfected masterpiece, covered in glitter got blue tacked to the wall. Her father seemed relieved the scribbles confined, herContinue reading “Eliza: Artistic Growth”
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Rylan and Eliza: Charity Over His Baby Girl
Emilie watched as Eliza climbed onto the dining room chair, staring through the window waiting for her father. She was proud, Rylan had submitted a selection of short stories to Reading Nooks, a local publishing house, and they had offered him a deal. Eliza understood, she wanted to give him a chocolate cake, and aContinue reading “Rylan and Eliza: Charity Over His Baby Girl”
Eliza and Patrick: Food
Getting toddlers to savour new foods could be a challenge, Eliza was adamant regarding what textures passed her lips, Patrick wanted everything. Rylan surrendered to Eliza, she knew her mind, chocolate made its way to her plate to keep her quiet. It was his fault, describing spaghetti as worms, the olives that topped the tacoContinue reading “Eliza and Patrick: Food”
Rylan and Eliza: Bored Fans make Daddy mean
Inspiration, when it hits, it demands attention, keeping Rylan awake at night, things change this voice in his head was silent. Ideas for his videos were boring his fans, echoed by his procrastination. Producing regular videos, exhausting, add Eliza, she gnawed at his frayed nerves, forcing him to shout when she turned on the stereo.Continue reading “Rylan and Eliza: Bored Fans make Daddy mean”
Rylan and Ziva: The New Baby
Ziva’s jogging came under pressure, the cat colony preservation, babysitting Eliza, and work commitments, she felt exhausted. Eliza enjoyed feeding the cats and was often distracted by dogs chasing about, keen to take them home. While the strays seemed friendly, Ziva worried how they may react to the overzealous toddler. A reduction in takeaway andContinue reading “Rylan and Ziva: The New Baby”
Rylan: Emilie – Being Mum
Her role as mum has its moments, when she questions her choices, ability, punishes herself for being the worse and forgets to remember when doing her best that no-one will ever love her daughter the way she can. Eliza showed from the start her will is strong, her defiance when told “no”, Emilie cringed, theContinue reading “Rylan: Emilie – Being Mum”
Rylan: Bubbles
Emilie failed to recall her last night of partying, with pregnancy and being unable to slip comfortably into her favourite dress it felt like a long time. She leaned back across the bed, wriggling, holding her stomach, begging the zip to close. Slender frame adjusted following the introduction of her daughter who Eliza waved herContinue reading “Rylan: Bubbles”
Rylan: Friendship? Vlogging and Tiny Mischief
Mischief had a price, Emilie forwarded her chain letters, the thought that went into their creation would have impressed Rylan. He was busy, zero time for silly e-mails, however, their friend Alex, was very unimpressed. She called ranting and raving, Emilie held the phone at arm’s length, bringing it closer to try calming the conversation.Continue reading “Rylan: Friendship? Vlogging and Tiny Mischief”
Rylan: A Love to last the ages
A few weeks after giving birth, Emilie was itching to get some alone time as Eliza clung on, her mother’s blonde hair wrapped in needy fingers, and a hungry mouth, Emilie sat exhausted. She loved the smile, the wide-eyed curiosity, Eliza knew what she wanted and how to get the attention. Emilie could watch herContinue reading “Rylan: A Love to last the ages”
Rylan: Grilled Cheese, Baby!
Cravings, Emilie desired grilled cheese; two slices, butter smothered crusty white bread, warmed until the butter melts, add cheese, Red Leicester or Strong Cheddar, neat slices that bubble under the grill. It is what her baby wants, the purest pleasure, Emilie seizes the rare moment, adding a slice of ham under the cheese, a dashContinue reading “Rylan: Grilled Cheese, Baby!”
By the Grace of Sim Gods 