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She escaped with her life but lost her family. Unable to face the town they share her memories with she flees in the night, leaving behind everything she knows. Can she make it on her own?

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The Rivers Legacy

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Groaning, I slammed a hand down on my alarm clock to silence it. What the hell? It was a Saturday! Why was my alarm screeching at this ungodly hour? Bleary eyed, I poked an eye out from underneath my duvet and tried to focus on the digital display of my alarm clock.

Half ten. What?!

My mind whirred into action, trying to remember why on earth I’d set an alarm. Usually I spend my mornings at the weekend sleeping till noon like any sensible teenager! Still staring at the display, the date caught my eye.

Of course. How could I have been so stupid? It’s my birthday!

Excitedly I sat up, not realising how tired I still was. There was a reason for the alarm; with no school to wake up for the following day I spend Friday nights playing my guitar. Last night I’d been up till four, when Dad had finally come into my room and asked me to stop as I was keeping him and Mum up. Whoops! Still, I’m sure they’d rather be kept up by the sounds of an acoustic guitar than worrying about where I was. I had got a bit carried away last night, actually…

Remembering, I brought my hand up in front of my face, rubbing my sore fingers together. Those guitar strings can be killers; last night I’d managed to slice my little finger open. Still, the show must go on!

Jumping out of bed and ignoring my weary muscles, I scrambled into my clothes and wrapped up my cut finger. Glancing at my reflection and taming my short hair with a quick rub of the head, I turned to face her. My pride and joy.

I’d been so close to mastering ‘Dream Escape’ before my finger had gone! It was so frustrating, I didn’t like to leave compositions only partially learned. If Dad hadn’t come in I’d probably have tried to keep going, but it was probably for the best; if my finger had got all infected I’d have had to stop playing for ages! Tenderly picking up my guitar from her stand, I flipped open my songbook and started strumming, getting lost in the music.

It’s such a strange feeling, playing the guitar. Well, exhilarating too. I can’t really describe it… With every strum of the strings, everything else falls a little out of focus, my surroundings gently fading into nothingness. It’s just me and her, me and the guitar, me and the music and nothing else matters. God, I sound so pretentious, don’t I! Still, I can’t help it. Music is my life, or at least… it will be, until I inherit this estate any day now. Then I won’t have the time. I don’t resent Dad for it or anything, it’s the family tradition and I don’t want him to know that it was his son who let everything go to pieces, I just… wish it could be different…

Playing through the piece, I came to the difficult end bit that I’d screwed up on last night. Concentrating, I tried my best to get through it without breaking the melody. Cursing myself for playing a chord out, a sudden burst of applause broke my focus.

‘That was great, Tom!’

Sophia, my little sister. Her smile instantly cheered me; she’s always been the one to listen to me play and critique my technique, so I take her word no matter what it is! She might not be able to play very well herself (I tried to give her lessons but they took up her valuable reading time) but she’s so darn clever that she understands what music’s about. That’s the important bit.

‘You missed that last chord though. Still, the rest was great! But you’re needed downstairs, Mum wants you to give the function room a last once over to make sure everything’s alright for later. Everyone’s arriving at three!’

I’d have been happy just having a quiet, family birthday, just a meal at Hunter’s and a slice of cake, but when Mum suggested that I have a party I could hardly turn that down! The one we’d thrown Uncle Alfie before he left for Bridgeport (lucky git!) had been legendary, so I was planning for mine to be bigger and better!

And it was! Everyone who’d been invited had made it, apart from Uncle Alf who’d rung yesterday to say he was very sorry but he couldn’t make it after all. He’d been really evasive when I’d tried to ask why, but I decided not to make a big deal of it. He is my Uncle after all, I can trust that it was a good reason! The soundsystem pumping (Uncle Adam had picked the tunes, a mixture of his own beats and bits and pieces everyone likes) everyone was dancing away, even Mum and Dad! I love seeing my parents party, you can totally tell they’re pretending to be eighteen again. They look so carefree!

A sudden quiet in the music got everyone’s attention. Our butler was standing by the system, a smile on her face. ‘Thomas Emmett, it is time for your cake!’

Everyone cheering (they’re just after the free cake!) I found myself being hustled towards the tiny table surrounded by balloons at the far end of the room. Mum leant over and lit the candles one by one; I could hear cries of ‘make a wish!’ and ‘happy birthday Tom!’ before a round of Happy Birthday rung out around the room, Uncle Adam’s skilled voice thankfully drowning out some of the more out of tune ones!

And that was that! I’d officially left school, I was officially grown up, and… My heart sank a little. I was officially one day closer to giving up music. Keeping my face stretched into a smile, I looked for Dad. He looked so happy, so joyful… Sighing inwardly, I knew I’d done the right thing. The estate was important to him, it was a vital part of our family history. I didn’t want to be the one to throw it all away!

*     *     *

‘Now then, son, I hope you’ve had a good birthday!’

Dad had gathered the family on the sofa shortly after everyone left the party. It had been brilliant, but I couldn’t shake the odd feeling that had settled after I’d blown out my candles. Still. Time to ignore all that.

‘Now, you may have noticed that you have not yet received a proper birthday present from your mother and I, Thomas. The thing is, our present isn’t really something that can be wrapped. Well technically, I suppose it could, but it would be a bit of a big job!’

My curiosity was piqued. ‘Dad… What is it?’

Dad paused, a smile on his face. ‘An apartment, Dan. We’ve got you an apartment.’

I was speechless. Utterly speechless.

‘I can see you’re a bit speechless! Let me explain, Thomas. I’ve… I’ve been thinking a lot, these last few weeks. About you, about your future. Come on lad, you would never be happy taking over this place. You’d be miserable, I’d be miserable knowing you were miserable, your Mother would be miserable because we were and we’d all bring Sophia down and she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on her reading and we don’t want that!’

I laughed, still a little confounded. ‘Dad… What…’

‘I know boy. Now, listen here. Your Uncle Alfie’s moving soon, he’s bought a house in the suburbs of Bridgeport. He’s agreed to sell me his apartment in the centre there; well actually he tried to give me it but that was never going to happen! Anyway. Thomas, you are officially excused from managing the estate. I think it’s time for the Emmetts to follow a new tradition. Let’s just all follow our hearts, hey?’

Without really realising what I was doing, I was suddenly on my feet, pulling my Dad to his and enveloping him in a huge hug. I thought my heart was going to leap right out of my chest with happiness!

‘Dad… I… You don’t know how much this means to me!’

‘Oh I think I have an idea, Thomas. I’m so proud of you already, but I cannot wait to see you playing your guitar on the big stages of Bridgeport!’

I burst out laughing, a mixture of relief and joy coursing through me. I knew I’d mind, having to give up my dreams of a music career. I just hadn’t realised until now just how much!

‘But Dad… What is going to happen to the estate?’

‘Ah! That’s where I come in!’

I turned to see Sophia standing, looking a little pleased with herself.

‘I’m taking it over, Tom! Dad asked me this morning. As I’ve been researching everything he thought it would make sense, and you’ve got to admit, it does really. Riverview’s got one of the best Science facilities in the country, so it’s not like I have to go swanning off to the big city to follow my dreams!’

Pushing her a little in pay back for her jesting, I pulled my sister into a hug too. ‘God Soph, you’re going to be a million times the heir I could ever have hoped to be!’

‘I know, Thomas. I know. Looks like Mum and Dad had us in the wrong order, hey!’

‘Ahem!’

We all turned to see Mum stood in the archway to the gallery. ‘Thomas, we’ve also got you another, smaller present. Come through, son.’

*     *     *

I’d never seen buildings as tall as this. I was starting to see why they called them skyscrapers, it was hard to believe they weren’t touching the clouds.

‘So where’ve you come from then, kid?’ The taxi driver spoke with a strange accent, the Bridgeport drawl clear in his voice.

‘Um… Riverview. North from here.’ I was still peering out the window, drinking in the sights. I hadn’t seen a single field for miles now!’

‘Riverview, hey! I brought another kid here from Riverview a while back now. Alfie something, his name was. Hope he’s doing alright for himself.’

That got my attention! Wow, of all the chances!

Pulling up outside the building, I tipped the driver generously before lugging my suitcases into the lobby. I had a lot to get sorted, Alfie had said the apartment was only sparsely furnished so I’d need to get cracking in making it liveable! Making it mine. My own place.

I took the lift up to the twentieth floor, trying not to think about how high up I was going. Entering the apartment, I left my baggage in the entrance and made my way out onto the balcony.

It was just like the photograph Alfie had sent. No, scratch that – it was better.

Building after building stretched out before me, out to the ocean which glinted in the distance. People, tiny as insects, scurried about on the pavement so far below. Lights everywhere, even in the middle of the day, pigeons cooing as they nested in alcoves on the sides of the skyscrapers. Faint music was playing, I couldn’t locate the source but… Everything was just so busy, such a contrast to quiet Riverview. Everything was fast, loud, I had so much to explore, so much to do… I was in utter awe.

For a while I just stood and stared, taking everything in. Starting, I ran back inside and pulled my guitar from her case. Walking back out onto the balcony, I took a deep breath and began to play.

My music mingled with the noise that surrounded me, joining with Bridgeport itself. This was it. I was home. It was time to start a legacy of my own!

‘Dan, sweetie? I left a light on downstairs… Be a dear?’

Oh, Betty. If I didn’t love her so much I’d get a lot more rest!!

Plodding downstairs and trying not to notice how cold the wooden floors were under my bare feet, I followed the light into the living room. The lamp was on, but something caught my eye from the gallery. Another light… A strange noise began to filter into my consciousness… Was that a voice? What on earth? Was someone in the house? Burglars!?

Cautiously, I tiptoed over and poked my head around the archway. There was someone there! A man. He didn’t look like your stereotypical burglar though… For a start he was old. My age, or there abouts, thinning hair, he looked frail… He looked… Hang on…

I blinked, rubbing my eyes. Was he… Was he glowing?

‘…and I cannot believe it’s here, among all this finery? What on earth!’

His voice suddenly rang distinctly in my ears; I was suddenly aware that it hadn’t been so clear up till now. I cleared my throat nervously. ‘Um… Excuse me? Can I help you?’

‘Ah! Yes sir, I do believe you can. I was wondering, what is my painting doing in this gallery? Amongst all these fine pictures? I’m not saying I’m not proud of it, but I left it in my family and I can’t imagine why it’s ended up here!’

I was confused, to say the least! I rubbed a hand through my hair, trying to decide if I was dreaming or not. ‘Um… Can you, er… Start at the beginning again, please?’

The man smiled, his face suddenly full of warmth. ‘Of course! I’m so sorry, I’m just so surprised to see it here! I’ve been away for a while… At least, I think I have. It’s all so confusing… I was by my house, darling little thing it is, built it from the ground up with my wife Clarissa, and then all of a sudden I was in a cemetary. I’m not entirely sure what happened… I tried to find my way home and I walked down this street thinking it was the way, but it can’t have been… I guess I must be going senile in my old age! I found myself outside the gallery, and then… Well, I’m not quite sure, but I was suddenly inside, and I spotted my picture… And then you came along! Are you the curator here? You have a fine portrait collection, I must say!’

My mouth gaped open in astonishment. What the hell was this bloke on about?!

‘Erm… Sir, this isn’t an art gallery. It’s my estate, my home!’

The man’s brow furrowed, his confusion mirroring my own. ‘Your home?! Then what… What is my painting doing in your house?!’

I sighed a little. ‘I don’t think it is your painting, sir. It’s been in my family for generations, handed down from Emmett to Emmett along with everything else -’

‘Wait! What did you say your surname was? Emmett?!’

I nodded, a little bewildered by the shock on the man’s face. ‘Yes, Emmett! Why?’

‘…Emmett’s my name too.  I’m Thomas Emmett.’

What? No he wasn’t! My son was Thomas -

My eyes suddenly locked on to the portrait to the left of the house picture. No… It couldn’t be…

‘…Sir… Is this portrait of you, may I ask?’

Taken aback, the man looked hard at the portrait. ‘Yes, yes it is. My son Leon painted it, he’s such a talented young man! Wait… Hang on…’

He studied his hands intently, turning them over. ‘Ah. Yes. Thought I was missing something…’

Without saying another word, he plunged his hand straight into his chest. Into it! I yelped, jumping as I saw his fingers wiggling through his back.

‘Forgot about that bit,’ he said, a wry smile on his face.

*     *     *

‘So you mean to say, this entire estate is built on the land I bought, all those years ago?!’

I smiled, nodding. I could not believe what was happening! Here I was, sat casually on the sofa in the gallery talking to Thomas Emmett. My ancestor, Thomas Emmett. The original one! He hadn’t half been tickled when I told him my son’s name. Can you believe the coincidence! We’d been talking for what felt like hours, him telling me about how he came to Riverview and the two houses he built on this land, and in return I told him about what I knew about the family history and the tradition ever since his death. Amazing stuff!

‘Yes, the house is constructed on top of the foundations from the original house. I can’t believe you’re the one who built them!’

We both laughed, two old men together. I still wasn’t quite sure if I was awake or not, but either way this was pretty extraordinary!

Thomas smiled, shaking his head. ‘I cannot believe that there are still Emmetts living on my field. Heck, I can’t believe there are still any Emmetts! My family, still around today. That’s pretty special, don’t you think!’

I nodded in agreement. Hundreds of years separated us, yet we had something huge in common. We were family.

A thought struck me out of the blue. Thomas was so overjoyed to find Emmetts still on his plot… But… Oh, my own Thomas. My boy. What the hell was I going to do?

‘What’s the matter, Dan?’ Thomas had clearly noticed the changed expression on my face.

‘It’s my son, Tom… I don’t know what to do. He’s my eldest, I don’t know if I’ve said, so going by the tradition… He should be the one to inherit the estate. The only thing is, he’s a really talented musician. Really, really talented. And in his heart of hearts, he’d love a career in music, but ever since he found out about the estate and everything he’s gone into total denial. He wants to make me proud, he doesn’t want to make me make a difficult decision. This is hundreds of years of tradition we’re talking about. I just… I don’t know what to do. He can’t do both.’

Thomas sat for a second and contemplated what I just said, gazing over at his house painting.

‘You know, Dan… When I first moved to Riverview, my sole reason for coming here was to start afresh, to strike out on my own. That silly picture, it symbolised what I wanted to achieve, even if it wasn’t a very sophisticated representation! It was hard at first, having to clean out all those latrines and sleep in that little shack I managed to eventually knock together, but then… I met Clarissa. And I realised what was important. It wasn’t having things, it wasn’t about having thousands of simoleons, it was having a family and keeping them safe and content. I managed to build a house for my family, for my wife and the boys. I did it all for them, for my family. They mean the world to me. I wanted my family to be happy. That was the important thing.  In your heart of hearts, Daniel, you know the same. You’re going to let my young namesake leave to follow his dreams. That painting represents a home, not a house, my family’s happiness not a box of stuff. The estate is only a building, it’s only a plot of land. You know full well that the only thing that matters is that your son follows his dreams, that your family is as happy as it can be.’ He paused, narrowing his eyes at me suddenly; ‘So you can stop thinking about letting the family down by letting go of the tradition, Daniel! I can see it there, in your eyes!’

I couldn’t hold in my laughter at that comment! Family definitely read you best!

We chatted for a little while longer, about Thomas and what was going to happen next. With each word a little weight lifted from my shoulders. It was all going to work out for the best!

As the clock struck two (two?! I’d forgotten all about being tired ages ago!) I walked Thomas to the front door, smiling as he oohed and ahhed at the finery of the rooms we walked through and sharing a laugh as he stopped to look at the photographs of my grandparents from their world trip. Reaching the door we stood facing one another. I didn’t want him to leave. My own history standing in front of me clear as day, even if he was a little bit transparent!

‘Well, Daniel! This has truly, truly been a pleasure. I’m so pleased I ended up here, even if I didn’t recognise it as my own house!’

‘It really has! I cannot believe I’ve met you, Thomas. What… Where will you go, now?’

Thomas shrugged, smiling at me. ‘I don’t know to be honest! This hasn’t happened before, or at least I don’t remember it if it did. I think I’ll make my way back to that cemetary… I can’t believe that’s in the family, too! If nothing happens I’ll look around the gravestones, see if any of my other descendents pop out for a chat!’

Waving as he walked, well, drifted through the front door, I stood and watched as he made his way down the garden path. My ancestor, Thomas Emmett. If this had been a dream, I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up! It had been a wonderful night.

Calling one final goodbye, I turned and walked up the stairs, suddenly painfully aware of how cold my poor feet were after having been on the cold, stone flooring of the gallery all night. I couldn’t wait to crawl into bed.

Snuggling up to Betty to warm up, she half woke from her sleep.

‘Danny… You’ve been ages. Did you fall asleep downstairs or something?’

I laughed gently, cuddling her tight. ‘Something like that dear. Something like that.’

‘You old man!’

‘Oi you! If you hadn’t been so senile and left that light on, this wouldn’t have happened!’

‘Hmm… Who’re you calling senile, oldie…’

Kissing her cheek as she drifted back off to sleep, I laid my head on the pillow. I’m quite glad she did leave that light on after all!

As the first beams of sunlight began to filter through the windows I woke up. Considering how little sleep I’d ended up having I was wide awake! Betty mumbled something about me being insane and rolled over, burying her head in the duvet to get another couple of hours kip as I sprung up and made my way over to my computer.

Turning it on and logging onto the internet, I began to type furiously. I had a lot to get through and not a lot of time to get it sorted. Thomas’ birthday was only two days away, and for this plan to go as we intended it to I had to get everything worked out by… Well, this time tomorrow.

Another sleepless night was to come!

‘Why can’t his guitar be his future?’

To be honest, the thought hadn’t occurred to me. It must sound stupid, given the time I’ve seen him spend with the thing, but it hadn’t. The only future I’d ever seen for Thomas was for him to get a steady job, perhaps entering the business career, and taking over the estate in a few years once he was on his feet; his guitar always being there of course but just as a hobby, a pastime.

Not his career. I winced. There was no way Tom could be a successful musician like Adam whilst maintaining the estate, there simply weren’t enough hours in the day to juggle the two in this day and age. Besides, it was the tradition. The eldest Emmett child took over the estate, it had been that way for generations. It was all my family had ever known…

Heading back into the function room I noticed a small crowd had gathered. Speak of the devil. Thomas had whipped his guitar out, at Alfie’s request I’m guessing, and was performing for the party guests. A calm had descended over the once-raucous atmosphere, Tom’s melodic strumming almost hypnotic as everyone watched.

My boy was talented. Extraordinarily so. How on earth had I not noticed it to this extent before?

*     *     *

‘Happy birthday, Sophia!’

The following morning before Alfie left with Effie for Bridgeport, there was one final family celebration that needed acknowledging. Alfie had insisted on sticking around for Sophia’s birthday, joking that for her next one she could come to Bridgeport and hire out the club and have a ‘wild-ass party!’. Soph laughed, shaking her head. She may change in the future, but I can’t see her ever becoming a party animal. She’s too sensible, too serious – in a good way, mind. She’d be too dedicated to her job, for one, given how she is with her studies!

Everyone gathered around her, noisemakers deafening us all, Sophia closed her eyes and made a wish. I seriously cannot believe my little ones aren’t little any more, my babies transformed into teenagers in seemingly no time at all! I felt a sudden pang of nostalgia for the old days, but put it aside. They were going to be setting off on their own adventures through life soon; I needed to concentrate on being there for them in the future rather than hanging onto the past.

Just like with Alfie. Letting go of his wild ways and focusing on his newfound talents in mixology had been the best thing he’d ever done, and to be honest it was up there for me, too. I was just so proud of him!

Hugging him goodbye on the porch as Tom and Sophia loaded his bags into his car, I didn’t really know what to say to him. It was hard to think that once his car pulled off and vanished down the road, he wouldn’t be here any more.

‘Alfie… Jeez mate, I don’t know what to tell you!’

‘It’s okay Dan, I know mate. I know. You’ve been the most supportive brother in the world. Cheers… bro!’

I was unable to repress my laugh, despite how down I was feeling about him leaving. Alfie Emmett, you will always be my irritating little bro!

The remaining family gathered at the end of the garden path as Alfie said his final farewells and jumped into his car. Waving him off with a lump in my throat, I knew he’d be just fine in Bridgeport, with his new, responsible head on his shoulders. That didn’t make it any easier though!

Glancing aside, I caught Betty’s eye across our madly waving children. She smiled at me, giving a knowing nod. She knew what was going through my mind, she understood how I was feeling.

She’d be there for me. They all would. I’m one lucky Sim, really!

A couple of weeks later Alfie sent us a photograph of himself on the balcony of his new apartment, the penthouse of one of the swankiest buildings in the city. He was doing his trick of waving mid-mix, the bottles hovering around his smiling face. Bridgeport was laid out behind him as if the world was at his feet.

He looked so happy! Who’d have thought it, hey, womanising Alfie Emmett who partied all night and slept all day living the high life! I’m so, so proud of my brother. My bro!

*     *     *

Now that the kids are pretty much self sufficient, Betty and I have a whole new sense of freedom! Nothing to tie us down, nothing to hurry back to the house for, we can spend our days roaming Riverview at our leisure. Not that we resented having the kids to look after, nothing like that, but it is nice to spend oodles of quality time together.

Being Emmetts, one place we visit often is Hunter’s. I say often; I’m sure my clothes have been getting tighter since eating here became a regular daily event! I’m not at all biased when I say the food here is the best in the world!

Chomping away, I decided to broach the Thomas situation with my wife. I’d been thinking it over a lot since Alfie left.

‘Bets… I’ve not spoken to him about it, but do you think Thomas is eyeing up a career in music? Adam-style, I mean, not just playing the odd gig at the theatre here.’

Betty paused, chewing her mouthful of grilled cheese as she thought about it.

‘I don’t know, Dan. To be honest I’ve never asked him what he wants to do. I just figured it’d be a given that he’d inherit the estate and find a job in Riverview, with Sophia’s coaching his grades are good enough to enter above entry-level. Why do you ask?’

I explained what Adam had said to me at the party. ‘…And I can’t see how he can achieve the sort of thing my brother has if he’s here with the estate. But then, I might be panicking over nothing, he might not want a career in music at all! But with his talent… Oh, Betty. I should just talk to him, shouldn’t I?’

Leaning over the table, Betty squeezed my hand gently. ‘I think that would be for the best, Danny. Stop avoiding it. Don’t look at me like that, I know you! You’ve been mulling this over since Alfie left, haven’t you?’

Damnit, she really does know me!

I couldn’t talk to Thomas straight away though. As we got home, we spied Thomas and Sophia playing a frantic game of foozball in the living room.

This called for one thing.

Parents versus children.

To be honest, I was glad of the distraction. I hadn’t decided what I was going to say, how I was going to approach the subject with Thomas. It’s so strange, I can talk to my son about anything on earth aside from this one topic. I don’t want to disappoint him, but… What if not disappointing him means I disappoint the generations of Emmetts who’ve preceded me, who’ve built this estate from nothing?

Oh, jesus. I shouldn’t be thinking like that.

After the foozball game finished and I licked my wounds after being beaten by my children (the ingrates), I set up my laptop in the kitchen to go through some accounts. Soon after, Thomas came in with his exercise book and plonked himself opposite me, groaning about the number of trigonometry equations he’d been set.

We sat for a few minutes in complete silence, bar the scratching of Thomas’ pencil on his book. I knew this was my chance.

‘So, Thomas… Given any thought as to what you’ll be doing after you graduate? Not long to go now, son!’

Thomas sucked on the end of his pencil thoughtfully. ‘You know Dad, I’ve not really given it much thought,’ he said. I couldn’t help detecting a strange tone to his voice.

‘Are you sure? I’d have thought you’d have some idea by now,’ I probed.

‘Nope, none at all. Hey d’ya think you could help me out with this question?’

Thomas’ rapid subject change bothered me. Bless him, he’s not the best at subtlety! I decided not to question him further there and then, however. If something was bothering him I didn’t want him to close himself off if I bombarded him with stuff.

The following day I bumped into Thomas in the back garden. He had a huge smile plastered on his face. An odd smile.

‘Hey Dad! Listen, I hope you don’t think I was being irresponsible or lazy or anything when I said I didn’t have any real plans for after school yesterday. It’s just that I’ve been thinking more about taking this place over! I mean, it’s a huge deal, right? Hasn’t this estate been in our family for like, nine generations or something? So yeah, I just wanted to let you know – the estate is my main concern. That’s… that’s okay, right?’

Something was up here. ‘How’d you know all that about the estate, Tom? We’ve never spoken about it in detail before…’

Thomas interrupted me. ‘Oh, Soph told me! She’s been doing research into our family history in her spare time, she ran out of books to read or something, and she told me about the family tradition. Figured I’d get a head start in learning how everything works, so she’s been going through some stuff with me. You don’t have to worry about a thing, Dad!’

‘Wow, Tom… That’s great news. I’m so pleased you’ve been so eager to get started with everything, at your age too. I guess I always thought you’d have been thinking about a career in music or something.’

Tom’s face flickered. ‘No, Dad. The estate is my priority, the family tradition…’

He tailed off. Oh, god. My poor boy.

‘Thomas. Tell me the truth.’

Thomas rolled his eyes, irritated that his charade hadn’t been successful. ‘Alright Dad, fine. Yes. In a perfect world, I would love a career in music. But this isn’t something you can just chuck away, is it? The estate’s been handed down to the first born for thousands of years!’

‘But what will you do, Thomas? I want you to be happy!’

*     *     *

Sitting by the fork in the river, Betty and I munched down on our picnic. Sheesh, all we seem to do these days is dine out together! It was a glorious day, so Bets had surprised me by packing up a hamper and escorting me to this beautiful location. The town was bustling on the horizon in front of us, too far away to be a bother to us. A perfect scene, with my perfect wife completing it!

‘So, Dan… Did you speak to Tom?’

I sighed, putting down my hotdog. ‘Yeah. Yeah, I did.’

‘And? Come on, Dan, what did he say?’

‘He wants to take over the estate,’ I replied resignedly.

‘Isn’t that a good thing, sweetie?’

‘It would be. If that was what he really wanted.’ I began crumbling a breadroll between my fingers, thinking over mine and Thomas’ discussion. ‘It’s so obvious though Betty, he’s only doing it because he doesn’t want to be the one to break tradition, he doesn’t want to put me in a position where I have to make him choose. He wants to be a muscian, clearly. I don’t want him to live a miserable life, Bets, but…’

Betty laid her hand over mine, leaning her head on my shoulder.

‘Dan, I think this is a decision you’re going to have to make. It’s up to you. You just have to think what’s important – your family, or tradition. Maybe it’s time to update things.’

I contemplated Betty’s words all the way home. Our arrival coincided with the kids coming in from school. Setting up my laptop in the kitchen, Tom whipped out his guitar.

‘A little tune for you to work by, Dad?’

I laughed as he began to play, the comedic jingles echoing around the kitchen. Hearing the music, Betty and Sophia came in and began dancing away, the three of them laughing together as Thomas began to play faster and faster to try and catch them off beat.

Stabbing at the keyboard, my mind was whirring as I checked the accounts of Hunter’s. It was all up to me, it was my decision. I had to do the right thing. The only thing was, I wasn’t sure what the right thing was.

It was Adam who bought Thomas what I’m guessing is his favourite birthday present. I say guessing; Tom’s not said either way but the amount of time he spends practising his guitar speaks for itself!

That’s right, Adam bought him a guitar! Just a simple acoustic, nothing too fancy. I guess my brother wants to spread his love of music throughout the family, although I was a little surprised he didn’t buy Tom his favoured keyboard! It wasn’t until a couple of days after his birthday that Thomas finally picked up his new instrument, but since then the house has been full of gentle, acoustic melodies.

And you know what? Thomas isn’t half bad, either! Usually most beginners go through a ‘strangled cat’ phase (or at least, I did when I sneaked onto Adam’s keyboard once, long ago now – it was not pretty!), but not our Tom. Clearly Adam’s gift has rubbed off on his nephew!

He looks so content when he’s playing it, as well. He gets this dreamy, far-off expression on his face that I don’t see in anything else he does. I’m so pleased my boy has found something that makes him this happy!

Especially when his old Dad is going to be a bit on the miffed side rather shortly. It was time for a birthday. Well, three to be precise…

The sight of the three identical birthday cakes made me feel a little nervous. The idea of growing old, of looking in a mirror and not recognising the face that’s looked back at me for so long – well, it’s a little stressful! Frotunately I was able to cling onto my youth for a few extra precious minutes. Sophia, my little princess, was celebrating along with her aging parents. That eased the blow slightly; the thought of my daughter growing up and starting school the very next day gave me something other than my own demise to focus on!

With the family gathered around (Adam sadly unable to make this family celebration due to work commitments in Shang Simla), Betty lit the candles of the central cake. There were so few of them compared to those waiting for mine and my wife’s! Resisting the temptation to hide a few of mine while Happy Birthday was sung, we watched as little Sophia became not-so-little any more!

There was no rest, however. While Alfie lit the candles of the second cake, Betty and I looked at each other. Who would it be to go first? Who would be the one to relinquish their youth in exchange for their partner having a few extra minutes with theirs?

‘Dan, please. Can I just go first? I just want to get this over with!’

Oh. I guess Betty wasn’t thinking the same as I was! Clearly we really are perfect for one another, we compliment each other so well!

As Betty leant down to blow out her candles I noticed that there were a few less on hers than mine even though we are the same age; perhaps the cheeky mare had managed to snaffle some of hers off like I’d thought about doing! I decided to forgive her, however, and joined in with the second round of singing and noise making.

Betty looked beautiful.

And then, it was my turn. With the previous two birthday cakes having already been cut into slices for eating after this final extinguishing of the candles, I took a moment to look at the scene I was in. Sure Adam wasn’t there, nor Mum or Sheldon, but my amazing children, my beautiful wife, my caring brother, they were all here to celebrate with me and wish me well. Our trusty butler was also in the room, but I wasn’t sure if it was family solidarity or the chance of free cake that was drawing him in! Still. Look at me. I know I’ve had my problems, but right here and now – I’m the luckiest Sim in Riverview.

And there’s three cakes to eat. Oh yeah!

Trying to think of some way to make Betty let me have cake for breakfast, I took a deep breath and blew out my candles. It was so simple! It honestly feels like there should be more to aging than this.

Looking over at Betty, I smiled as she winked at me.

‘Alright sexy?’

‘Mum! Don’t call Dad that!’

I had to laugh!

*     *     *

After working at Blackout for several months now, Alfie’s reputation was soaring. While I did believe in him after that day at the lounge, not once did I ever think he’d become this successful. Nothing to do with him you understand, it’s just remarkable that anyone could make as much progress as my ‘bro’ has in such a short amount of time!

You can imagine my, and his, surprise when his mentor offered him a shift at Platinum. Just a short one, in the early evening before the bar equivalent of ‘rush hour’ began. Alfie grabbed the opportunity with both hands!

The customers were amazed as he tossed the bottles and shakers around effortlessly, combining the ingredients to make some of the most delicious cocktails! I’d popped in briefly to see how he was doing, and could barely believe my eyes. Alfie had caught my eye over the queue of customers and waved mid-mix. He’d barely missed a beat, it was amazing!

After gradually building his shifts up at Platinum, Alfie got a visitor at home. I’d been walking from the living area through to the kitchen when I’d spied him by the letter box on the front lawn talking to a strange woman.

I decided to investigate further. She was clearly from out of town and dressed in a style rarely seen in Riverview, mostly because the shops they’re from are only found in the big cities such as Bridgeport. Approaching the pair of them I couldn’t help noticing the huge grin on Alfie’s face. Ashamedly I did wonder for a second whether he’d relapsed into his old habits, whether this woman was another conquest. I chased that thought from my mind as soon as it entered though, unable to believe it had sprung to me in the first place.

The woman turned to face me, smiling politely. Shaking my hand, she introduced herself.

‘Hello! Daniel Emmett, I presume? I’ve heard a lot about you! My name is Effie Cardle, I was just congratulating your brother on his successes! I suppose you must be pretty proud of him?’

…I was confused. Of course I was proud of Alfie, but why would this Effie woman care? Trying not to let on, I smiled and nodded as she said goodbye to both of us and skipped off down the garden path to her pretty flash car.

Nonchalantly, Alfie waved after Effie before casually strolling up onto the porch.

‘Hey, Alfie! C’mon, what’s going on? Who was that?’

Alfie paused. ‘Oh, you know. Just the owner of Aquarius.’

‘…Aquarius? What’s Aqu-’

‘Oh, come on Dan! You’re not that out of it! Aquarius! Only the hottest club in Bridgeport!’

‘Oh! Of course! I’m so sorry Alfie. Wait, hang on… Why was she talking to you?’

Alfie looked rather proud of himself. ‘She was offering me a job.’

‘A job? Oh, Alfie, mate! I can’t believe it!’

We both burst out laughing, unable to believe Alfie’s meteoric rise in the mixology world. But then… A thought hit me…

‘Wait, Alfie… If Aquarius is in Bridgeport… Does that mean you’ll be leaving?’

Alfie’s smile faded. ‘Yeah, Dan. I suppose it does… Damn, I genuinely didn’t think about that. I was just so over the moon when I met Effie last week, when she was I was up for consideration. Wow… Moving away… I dunno how well I’ll cope with that!’

I smiled resignedly. ‘You’ll be fine, Alfie. It’s not like Brideport’s massively far away, is it? And come on, of course you’ll cope! Look at how you’ve done in your career, look at what you’ve achieved! Alfie, mate… I think you’re finally all grown up.’

My brother laughed, shaking his head. ‘Didn’t think I’d ever see the day, Daniel!’

*     *     *

While it had been Thomas being the one to look out for Sophia at school, it ended up that the younger sister was the one having the good academic influence over her big brother.

Since he began his love affair with his guitar Thomas became a smidge disenchanted with anything that wasn’t music related. It wasn’t that he went out of his way to misbehave or anything remotely like that, it was just that he was so consumed in his music that nothing else seemed to matter. He comes across as a bit of a virtuoso, my boy.

It was a good job his little sister was such a genius, then! Sophia simply adored school. Not in the all-focused way that Tom was with his guitar, she just loved to learn. She absorbed every subject thrown at her, and I think it made Tom feel a little insecure! The pair of them sat every afternoon after Soph came in from school and did their homework together, and I swear once or twice I’ve heard Sophia explaining her older brother’s homework! They make a good team, those two.

Sophia’s quite the bookworm too. I guess it makes sense, given how well she’s doing in school! I’d like to think she takes after me in that she works hard, but I think she’s just a natural brainbox. After her homework’s all done you can generally find her devouring book after book. She finished all the books on her bookshelf in record time before moving onto the sofa in Thomas’ room and making a start on his!

Not that Tom minds having her around, mind. He still dotes on his little sister, even if he is a little jealous of her IQ.

Of course, having an audience around means that Thomas always has someone to try out his new compositions on. Sophia is his number one fan, always the first to listen to his music! I might not be an expert, but I think he’s getting really good. He’s so dedicated as well. While I’m over the moon that he’s not some waster hanging around on the streets like some of the boys in his class, I just hope he won’t let it get in the way of his future, of school and a career. I’m not sure he can really see past the end of his guitar!

Of course, while he is still a teenager his musical capabilities are coming in very handy for pocket money. He doesn’t need a part time job, my son. He simply breaks out his guitar in the park on a weekend and simply rakes it in! Well, perhaps that’s exaggerating just a little, but he makes as much as he would do at the supermarket that’s for sure!

As the date of Alfie’s departure loomed ever closer and he became more and more prepared for leaving for Bridgeport (he even bought an apartment, how responsible is that?!), Betty and I put our heads together to arrange a little going away celebration for him. Of course, the only proper way to do that was with a party. We even managed to get hold of Adam!

It was one of the biggest parties we’d ever thrown! And to be honest, I think Bets and I did quite well for old codgers. We invited loads of people, a couple of friends each for Sophia and Tom, and Effie was still in town so it felt only right that she come along as well. I mean, she was the one giving Alfie his big break!

Taking a break from dancing to the pounding music that was blaring from the speakers, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Adam.

‘Hey Dan! Awesome party, you’ve done a great job for Alf! I can’t believe he’s finally striking out on his own, can you? So, I hear that nephew of mine is pretty enamoured with his birthday present?’

I laughed, tickled by the pleased look on my brother’s face.

‘You could say that! I don’t think he thinks of anything else to be honest. He eats, sleeps and dreams that guitar! He’s doing pretty well with it though, you’d be proud of him. Clearly some of your musical genius has rubbed off on him! I’m just hoping it’s not going to distract him from his future, you know?’

Adam rubbed a hand through his hair, looking a bit confused.

‘What do you mean, Dan? Why can’t his guitar be his future?’

‘Ad, he’s going to inherit this whole estate. He can’t leave Riverview, not long enough for him to start a career in music anyway. He could go away to college, but… That’s it, Adam. He has to stay in Riverview. It’s the family tradition, you know that!’

Fortunately, keeping out of his way was quite easy. He spent a lot of his time away from the house, leaving mid-morning and coming home god knows when. I tried not to let on to Bets, but I was worried. I had no idea where he was going, what he was doing, and while I hoped that he was sorting himself out and finding a job I didn’t hold my breath. This was Alfie, after all.

One afternoon he came home unexpectedly; I’d nearly had a heart attack when the smartly-dressed man came strolling into our living room out of the blue until I realised who it was. My brother, suited and booted. Um, what?

I couldn’t help myself; I was curious. I had to know!

‘Um, Alfie… What’s with the get-up? And why are you back so early; usually we don’t see you around this early -’

I paused, stopped in my speech by Alfie holding up a hand. He looked a little sheepish.

‘Dan… Look. I want to talk to you. About Tom’s birthday, my behaviour, everything. I know I don’t deserve it, but… Would you come out this evening? Just to Platinum, you know, that lounge that opened the other month? I really need to explain myself. Please, Dan?’

I was rocked. Part of me wanted to turn around and leave the room, saying nothing. I was still annoyed that he’d let Thomas down, more annoyed than I’ve been about anything he’s ever done to me. But he looked so sincere… I know my brother’s charismatic, gets him out of all sorts of trouble (master of the smooth recovery, my bro), but surely he wouldn’t lie to me. I studied his face. He seemed genuine.

‘Okay, Alfie. I’ll listen.’

*     *     *

Feeling a little uncomfortable in my best suit (a quick internet search told me of the strict, formal dress code), I met Alfie at the bar later that evening. He was waiting there for me, drink in hand which he offered me as soon as I’d walked through the door.

I was a little suspicious. The only time I’ve ever known Alfie to buy someone a drink was to try and pull them, and I highly doubted that was my brother’s intention here. Taking a seat on one of the plush sofas scattered around the room, I gave my brother a ‘look’.

‘So, Alfie. You said you wanted to explain. Go right ahead.’

He seemed a little put off by my direct attitude. I’d never seen him look so put off before!

‘Look, Dan… I guess I’ll start with something I should have said a long time ago. I’m sorry. And I’m not just saying it, I really am! I just… I don’t know what to say. Look, this is going to sound stupid and I knew logically that I shouldn’t have felt this way, but I always felt second best to you growing up. Nothing to do with Mum or Dad acting any differently towards us both or anything, just… You were always the golden boy, Dan. Flying career, steady relationship, you still had the record grades at high school when I was there… And as much as I tried, even with your help, I couldn’t match you. I know I shouldn’t have felt like that, but I couldn’t help it! And then there was Adam, I mean, I didn’t just have to contend with you, I’ve also got a bloody Rockstar for a brother! I’m so overjoyed for him, but next to a number one musical artist and an international super spy… It was just such an ego boost when about eight girls asked me to go to the prom with them. For the first time, I was first with something, you know? And then it got to a point where I didn’t know how to feel good about myself without having to resort to pulling some girl. I just didn’t…

‘I was totally depressed the night before Tom’s birthday. Irrationally, but I was. I couldn’t help thinking about how little I’ve achieved in my life. I mean, look at you; you’ve got a beautiful wife, two gorgeous children and you worked so hard you could retire twenty years earlier than everyone else. Me? Odd jobs and an aching liver! What a legacy. I regretted it as soon as I woke up the next morning. I just hated the thought that I’d let my little nephew down. I love Thomas so much.’

I was a little shellshocked. I hadn’t expected this much of an explanation; I’d been waiting for a simple ‘It was a drunken mistake’ if I’m honest. I couldn’t get past what Alfie had said about feeling second best. Not feeling good enough. Let’s face it, I’ve got experience of feeling like that…

Sighing, I took a deep sip of my drink. Hey, this was good! What on earth was it?

Alfie saw my expression. ‘Er, how’s the drink, Dan?’

‘It’s good, actually! What is it?’

A small smile played about his face. ‘It’s a special brand. Diaz Daiquiri.’

Diaz? What?

‘This is the second part of my explanation…’

‘You might have noticed that I’ve been out of the house a lot more than usual lately. Well, after you shoved that rocket up my backside, I decided it was time to do something with my life. I was sat at the bar in here racking my brains when the girl behind the bar dropped a tray of glasses. I leapt up to help her, and we were tidying up when some arsey guy started going on about how long he’d been served. Without thinking I whipped up a drink to shut him up, and he really liked it. The girl was amazed, she said he was always in here moaning, that sort of guy!

‘The manager came down and asked if I could knock up a few more drinks. He seemed really impressed, he said I was a natural. With some practise and training and stuff, he said I could compete among the top mixologists, like the ones in Bridgeport!’

I was confused. ‘You want to be a barman, Alfie?’

‘Not a barman, Dan! A mixologist. It’s not pulling pints behind some crummy bar, it’s a serious career path! Do you know how much Eric, the manager here, makes in a single night when he’s at The Prosper Room, his lounge in Bridgeport? Fifteen hundred simoleons!‘

Fifteen hundred simoleons!? I could feel my mouth drop open in shock!

‘Obviously I wouldn’t earn anywhere near that, not for a long time. But this is something I’m good at, Dan, something I love doing. I’ve already got myself a part time job here to fund myself while I practise, and while Eric can’t let me do any practise shifts here yet he’s going to give me lessons and his mate has said I can do the odd few hours at the Waterhole in town. I can do this, Dan!’

His earnest face moved me. Clearly I had done the right thing, yelling at him!

‘Alright, Alfie, you’ve convinced me. I’ll support you. As long as I get freebies whenever you’re working!’

Alfie laughed, clapping me on the shoulder as we stood up to leave. ‘Anything for you, Dan. Anything for you. I’ll make you proud!’

And to be honest, he did do. Every spare minute he had he’d be at the bar in the function room, practising mixing drinks over and over again until he got them just right, even down to the positioning of the decorations on the glass! I’d never seen him concentrate on anything this hard, ever!

Of course, there was the odd spillage and the occasional breakage, usually coming directly a class with Eric. Alfie would get carried away having seen all the tricks the professional could do in his sleep, which were a lot harder than they looked! Still, the butler was on standby to help clean everything up; that’s if he wasn’t a bit sozzled from consuming Alfie’s practise beverages!

It didn’t take long for Alfie to become a regular behind the bar at the Waterhole. His charismatic nature meant that he was a hit with the regulars, and his mixing went from strength to strength. He was finally focused on something!

*     *     *

Mum gradually started to become weaker. We didn’t notice it much at first; I don’t think even she’d noticed that she was having to take a break walking from the living room to the kitchen, or that she was breathless going down the stairs. Eventually we called the doctor, but there was nothing any medical help could do. She was just getting old.

Eventually she barely left her room, spending her days laid up in bed while we all crowded round her. She wasn’t in any pain, or if she was she didn’t say anything. I’d spend hours sat with her as she reminisced about her life; growing up with Sheldon, the time she managed to sneak into a club underage with Aunt Felicia (I nearly choked on my drink at that one, I never thought Mum would do something like that!), about her marriage to James.

I hoped she was happy, in her final days. She drifted off peacefully in her sleep, Thomas holding her hand as we all stood by her. As the doctor confirmed that she’d gone, an odd feeling of joy mixed with my grief. She was with Sheldon, now. That was all she’d ever wanted, even if she’d spent most of her life telling herself she didn’t! It was about time they were together again. About time. I knew he’d be there to look after.

Betty’s convinced that little Sophia has Mum’s eyes! That’s about all she has of any familial resemblance, mind you! We were totally shocked when she started sprouting blonde hair, no-one in any of our families is blonde. Thinking logically it’s probably some recessive gene buried deep somewhere; there are some blonde heads in the Emmett family gallery. Having said that, it hasn’t stopped me joking with Betty that Soph’s the milkman’s baby! I don’t mean it for a second of course, but I’m kind of glad I can make these kinds of jokes now. It’s not that long ago that Sophia’s blonde locks would have sent me into a state of crazy paranoia!

Thomas utterly dotes on his little sister. Every day when he runs home from school, he rushes through his homework like a speeding bullet so that he can play with Soph. It’s gotten to the point that Betty or myself have to sit with him and make sure he does it properly; we looked through his exercise book one day to find that he’d once left his work mid-sentence! Bless him though, it’s not like he did it out of laziness. He sits with Sophia for hours, playing endless games of peekaboo or playing dolls with her (the ultimate sign of brotherly love, surely!). He’s so protective over her. I had been a little worried at the thought of her starting school, not wanting to let my little princess out into the big bad world, but with Thomas there to look out for her it makes it so much easier! I’m so proud to call him my son. I don’t know how we’ve done it, but Betty and I have raised a bloody good kid!

*     *     *

Word started to spread around Riverview about Alfie’s mixing talents. He’d been able to pack in his part time job to tend the bar full time at the Waterhole pretty quickly and still be able to make a decent living. Not amazing, not by a long way, but decent. One day, the owner of Blackout had come into the bar to enlist his services. This was quite a big break, Blackout attracted a ‘higher class of clientele’ than the Waterhole did so it looked pretty good on Alfie’s CV. As it’s a nightclub rather than a bar he finished a lot later, sometimes not getting in until five am.

You can imagine how surprised I was to find him awake for Thomas’s birthday at all, let alone for breakfast! We’d all come downstairs to find Alfie waiting with a freshly cooked batch of french toast (my brother can cook?!) and a smile on his face. It was all I could do to keep the smile off mine! I couldn’t believe it.

‘By the way, I’ve the night off work tonight. I can’t miss my little nephew’s birthday!’

Thomas’ face lit up. ‘Wow, thanks Uncle Alfie! You really didn’t need to though, we don’t really have anything planned…’

Alfie paused, his fork half way to his mouth. ‘That’s what you think, Tom!’

Uncle Alfie really came through for Thomas’ birthday. Really. He’d put together a lovely party, sparkly balloons and the most divine virgin cocktails you’ve ever tasted! But then he topped it. I’d been impressed, but the sight of Adam walking through the door bowled me over!

Naturally, Thomas’ friends went into hysterics. Adam’s music career had started to filter over here from Australia, his first single had reached the top of the charts and he was naturally extremely busy.

Surrounded by his friends and family, Thomas took a deep breath and blew out his candles. I thought my heart would burst with happiness! This was what I wanted, this was what I’d always wanted. My family, happy, together. Perfect!

As Alfie resumed his place behind the bar, I went over and sat down with my drink. I’m getting rather partial to cocktails; it’s pretty hard not to with so many around! I’m going to have to keep an eye on Thomas now he’s a teenager!

‘So, Dan. What do you think? Did I do okay?’

Looking over at Thomas as he and Adam caught up, face to face after so long on opposite sides of the world, and Betty feeding Sophia a little slice of birthday cake, I smiled to myself, raising my glass.

‘You did, Alfie. You really did. I’m proud of you, bro.’

‘Oh come on, Dan! How many times? “Bro” is so last year!!’

Not today, however. I’d… Well, I had some time free. So I left the motorbike in the garage, fitted Tom’s baby seat in my car and took the family off to the park. It was a simply glorious day, it would have been downright wrong to spend it in an office!

‘C’mon Tommy… Just three more steps…’

‘I knowww! Look! I’m DOING IT!! DADDA LOOK!!’

Laughing, I looked up from my book (Murder in Pleasantview, for the record – this wasn’t the time for work literature!) to see my baby toddling towards his beaming mother. He’d spent most of the last week or so falling over as we tried to help him with his walking skills, but perhaps the fresh air and cloudless sky were the inspiration he needed!

As Betty tossed him in the air congratulating little Thomas at finally finding his balance, I caught Mum looking at me. She was looking a lot happier these days compared to how she understandably was following Sheldon’s death. She was looking like herself again.

‘See, Danny? I always knew you could do it.’

‘Do what, Mum?’

‘Be a father. Be the head of the family. The proof’s right there in front of you, son, I hope you’ll just let yourself acknowledge it once in a while!’

As the sun started to set, Mum took her grandson home to no doubt spoil him rotten (she’s the proudest Granny you’ll ever see!) and Betty and I headed to Hunter’s. Lately more and more little restaurants have been springing up all over Riverview, but Hunter’s is still the best! I’m not just saying that because I’m biased, or because I’m the owner either. The food served would make my Granddad a very happy man indeed!

Tucking into our main course, I decided to tell Betty my news. It had taken a while to get sorted, and I’d chosen to keep it from her until everything was done and dusted. A part of me was a little scared she wouldn’t like it, but then… Betty trusts me. Even when I didn’t trust myself, she trusted me!

‘So, beloved wife of mine… I quit my job today.’

Glancing up, I saw a shocked expression on Betty’s face. Oh god…

‘Danny… What? You love your job!’

‘To be honest Bet, I think I just loved the distraction. It was so full on, I never really had to listen to my own thoughts at all. I don’t need that any more. I know my priorities now; you, Tommy, Mum and Alfie are what’s important to me and I cannot let anything get in between me and my family. Hunter’s makes more than enough money to cover everything, and the stadium’s in our family name too. I just thought, why waste my life following criminals around when I can fill it with things that actually mean something to me?’

I stopped talking, taking a gulp from my wine glass before I looked back at Betty. I hadn’t meant to say so much, but it all just spilled out.

‘Thank you, Daniel.’

‘Er… What for, Betty?’

‘For making the right decision. I never did think that job was doing you good! You won’t regret this. Oh Dan, you’re the best husband ever!’

I blushed and looked down at my stew. I know I’m not be the actual best, but I do try!

‘And anyway, it’ll be good to have you around. We’re going to have our hands full soon.’

Confused, I looked back up at my wife, who was gazing coyly down into her salmon.

‘We’re having another baby, Dan!’

*     *     *

It was so strange, not having to get up at stupid o’clock for those first couple of weeks. You get so used to a certain routine that you feel a bit lost when you find your freedom! Still, there were plenty of things I could do to take my mind off the lack of structure my day had. The perfect distraction, naturally, was spending all my time with my son!

His toy of choice at the moment was the peg box, but that was mainly because he’d worn out his little xylophone. Bless him, he hit the keys so hard that eventually something had to give! He’d been celebrating the news of his new brother or sister and had gotten a little carried away with his improvised tune, resulting in two of the keys flying off the base and narrowly missing the bonsai tree in the corner of the room! He’d looked so horrified at what he’d done, poor little tyke. It had taken a lot of cuddles and kisses to convince him that it was just an accident and that Bets and I weren’t cross with him!

Thomas paused with the square block clutched tight in his hand, trying to work out which hole it fit. Tentatively, he stretched out his hand and tried his choice, his little face lighting up at the block slid home.

‘Dada, look! I did it!’

‘Well done, Tommy! I’m proud of you!’

‘When the baby comes, I’ll be able to teach the baby how to play, won’t I Dada?’

‘Yes mate, course you will! The baby will have a good teacher, won’t he-or-she?’

I laughed as Tom’s face broke out into a beaming smile.

‘Dada… When will the baby be coming here? Where does it come from?’

My own smile froze on my face. Oh, god! Fortunately I was saved by the bell. Well, technically it was the sound of Betty coming home from the doctors! Promising Tommy I’d be back to answer his question (well, the first part of it anyway!) I rushed downstairs.

‘Well, darling? Is everything okay?’

‘Yes, yes, everything’s fine! Only… well…’

My heart froze a little. ‘What is it, Bets?’

My wife looked guilty. ‘I couldn’t resist, Dan… I’m so sorry, but… I asked about the sex of the -’

‘What are we having?!’

Betty laughed; she’d clearly guessed that I wouldn’t be too angry with her for finding out!

‘Danny… We’re having a girl. A little girl! A sister for Thomas!’

There was no way I could suppress the grin that had plastered itself on my face. A baby girl, my daughter! Laughing, I bent down and addressed my wife’s baby bump.

‘Hey there, daughter! How are you doing in there? I hope you’re listening to this. Just know, baby, that you are so, so loved. You’re not going to want for a single thing, and I swear I won’t let you down the way -’

A soft hand clamped itself over my mouth before I could continue. Looking up I saw Betty’s smile.

‘Stop right there, Dan. Let’s just live in the present, okay?’

Releasing my mouth to cup my chin, she pulled me up and planted a kiss on me.

‘Everything’s perfect, Daniel Emmett. Don’t you forget that!’

*     *     *

With Betty due to give birth any day Alfie had decided to keep his birthday to a minimal celebration, which I was massively grateful for. We arranged to have a small, tradition family meal at home in the function room, and he planned a meeting in town with his friends later in the evening. Sadly Adam had been unable to get over; his music career had skyrocketed in Simberra and his album was at number one in Australia! So it was just the four of us and the butler, who loved to get involved in these kinds of things. He’s a crazy guy!

Our voices echoing around the room, we all belted out ‘Happy Birthday’ while Alfie soaked up the attention. And then, with one breath, the candles were blown out and my baby brother was suddenly a man!

As Alfie stood there basking in the celebrations, I couldn’t help but hope this was the start of something new for him. He’d managed to graduate high school with a B+ average, I just hoped that he’d try to make something of himself rather than spend his time snobbily showing off his family’s wealth. Lost in thought, a sudden flurry of movement to my left brought me back.

‘Danny! Oh, god! The baby! She’s coming!!’

*     *     *

Tenderly holding her in my arms I gazed down at little Sophia’s tiny face, unable to believe that she was mine. We’d only had her in our lives for less than a day, and in our house for less than an hour. Betty had gone to make up a bottle, and I took the opportunity for some father-daughter bonding time.

I was utterly overwhelmed with rushes of love as her teeny hand clutched at the collar of my shirt, her eyes twinkling. How the hell had I let myself miss out on this moment with Thomas? My poor boy. I know that Betty hadn’t let me say it, but I did truly mean it. I had let down my family after the birth of my son; no matter what the reasons were I’d run out on my wife when my son was a mere few days old, when they needed me most.

I shook my head. I didn’t want to think about that. I was here now, for my daughter. That was what counted. She was an absolute blessing, a chance for me to put my mistakes right.

Mum completely and utterly doted on her granddaughter. There was no way she was over Sheldon, of course not, you don’t get over things like that, but Sophia and Thomas helped immensely. They were a ready supply of cuddles and unconditional love, and that was exactly what Mum needed!

It was a good job Sophia had come when she had, actually. It was nearly Thomas’ birthday, and he was due to start school. God, I can’t believe it! It seems like only yesterday that he in his crib wrapped in his blanket. Looking at it now it’s hard to believe he ever fit in there! We’d planned on having a family party, not unlike the celebration we had for Alfie’s birthday, in order to have some time together before Thomas was away all day five days of the week.

Speaking of Alfie, he’d not exactly set the world alight since leaving high school. He’d had a couple of odd jobs here and there, but mostly his days were spent sleeping off the night before. I was surprised, then, to see him up and about just before midday.

‘Alfie! You got a minute?’

‘Sure have, Dan, got nothing on until this afternoon. Aiden knows a guy who needs his speakers fixing, he’s gonna pay me a hundred simoleons to sort it out for him, then onto Rave. Until then, I’m all yours!’

I tried not to roll my eyes.

‘Well, can you please make sure you’re back reasonably early and not be too hungover tomorrow? You know it’s your nephew’s birthday, we’re going to have a little party for him around lunchtimeish. He’d love to have his Uncle there!’

‘Sure thing, Danny! Of course I’ll be there! As if there’s anything more important than Tom’s birthday!’

I watched as he waltzed away, an odd feeling in my stomach. Fair enough, he was rubbish with any kind of responsibility and lived in his own, lackadaisical world, but surely he wouldn’t let me down on this… right?

*     *     *

*     *     *

The balloons were blown, the cake was waiting to be lit and the family were gathered around the birthday boy. Well, all except one member. I couldn’t believe it; Alfie knew what time we were having the cake and what time Tom’s birthday lunch was happening. He should be here.

‘Danny, please, calm down, it’s not the end of the world.’

‘I know it isn’t Mum, but he said that he’d be here. He said nothing was more important than his nephew’s birthday!’

‘These things happen Dan, let’s just light the candles and let Thomas celebrate his birthday.’

‘No, Betty! Look, let me go see if he’s in his room. For all we know he’s just gone for a walk or something.’

I was grasping at straws. Of course he hadn’t gone for a walk, this was Alfie we were talking about. But I had to know.

Walking up the stairs, I knocked on Alfie’s door and let myself in. I immediately wished I hadn’t.

I didn’t know where to look. Seriously. Who the hell wants to walk in on his brother and some girl in their underwear? Rooted to the spot, my embarrassment suddenly gave way to anger. So. This was what was more important than his nephew’s birthday?

Taking a deep breath, I addressed my brother. ‘Alfie. Who’s this?’

The colour drained out of his face. I snorted in derision as the girl’s face changed from confusion to a look of anger matching my own.

‘You don’t even remember my name?! Alfie, you said I was special!’

As she pulled on last night’s dress and checked through her bag to make sure she still had everything, Alfie burst into a stream of apologetic babble. She wasn’t having any of it; my brother was nothing more than a buzzing insect swarming round her head as she marched past me and out of the room. Alfie followed her downstairs, trying to make her listen. I followed him, seeing the mystery woman disappearing off down the garden path through the entrance hall windows. Sighing, Alfie ran his hands through his disheveled hair before turning to face me.

‘Dan, what the hell? Why did you have to do that to me?’

‘How dare you do that to me, Alfie Emmett! How the hell do you dare stand there and try to turn yourself into the victim! I didn’t make you go out last night, I didn’t force gallons of alcohol down your neck, I didn’t make you pick up some random girl and bring her back here, I didn’t make you forget her name and offend her, and it’s not my bloody fault you looked like an idiot! You need to sort yourself out and wise up to your responsibilities, Alfie! Now, as you’ve clearly forgotten, it’s your nephew’s birthday. I had hoped you’d be able to pull yourself together enough to be able to actually attend, but I’m withdrawing the invite. I can barely look at you right now. Get out of my sight, Alfie.’

Shellshocked, Alfie slowly turned and made his way back upstairs to his room. I marched back into the function room.

‘Alfie won’t be joining us. Let’s just celebrate Tom’s birthday with the people who really care about him, okay? Time for your birthday, little man!’

Betty lit the candles and held our son up to them. Despite everything a smile crept onto my face as I watched him intently studying his mother, trying to learn his cues from her. He managed to blow his candles out in one breath.

Still, it didn’t feel right. Mum and I did our best, but without Alfie here it wasn’t the whole family. I didn’t want my brother to be sat in his room when we were all in here celebrating. But I couldn’t handle his irresponsible ways any more. I simply couldn’t.

Later that day I poked my head round Tom’s bedroom door. He was sat playing with his blocks at the little table in the centre of his room, trying to piece together a castle for some game he was inventing. He looked so happy, so content.

I made a silent promise to him, not wanting to disturb him. He was going to be raised in a loving, together household, and I was going to do everything I could to make sure that happened. I just had to work out a way to get through to Alfie. And I wasn’t sure if I knew how to do that yet.

I’m still on hiatus as planned, but I just wanted to share something really cool (I think!) with you all!

Look!!

The final pictures of The Emmett Legacy have been taken. I’ve officially finished in-game with the legacy!!

HOW EXCITING IS THAT!!

I hope you all are keeping well and having lots of Simmy fun See you back here on April the 11th for Daniel’s 8th entry!!

-Sian xx

Considering I’m so close to the end this is pretty frustrating, but it needs to be done. I’m going to be officially on hiatus until my easter holidays begin on the 11th of April. It’s not that I’m not going to have any time, it’s just that what spare time I do have won’t be a lot – I basically have to choose between writing and playing, and I can’t write if I haven’t played! It’s my final year of university so that obviously (boooo) has to be my priority; it would be easier if I had a computer at uni that could play Sims 3 but alas, it is not to be.

This legacy will be finished by April’s end. Well, technically it’s already finished, and technically in-game it will be proper-finished before then But in terms of A Legacy with the Emmetts, end of April.

I promise.

Keep Simming! How exciting do the new expansion packs look, hey!

-Sian xx

UPDATE TO THE UPDATE – I have just updated the Family Tree. IT CONTAINS SPOILERS. If you don’t want to know the future, don’t peek!!