A/N: I’ll be honest, I’ve been extremely frustrated with this legacy. Although I have a lot written, there are still a few points I am not completely sold on. I find myself upset with this save and wishing the first one hadn’t imploded. I realized things were getting really bad when I loaded this save the other day and audibly groaned.
That being said, I played a few sim days without taking notes on what was happening and decided to just enjoy myself. My love and initial excitement I had when starting this legacy is slowly coming back.
So here I am with a new chapter that has been written since the end of July. I’m not happy with it right now but maybe I never will be so I’m just going to leave it at this. I think that I just have to keep posting until this writer’s/ player’s block leaves me.
“I hope you don’t mind, I made tea,” Siobhan said when Elias walked through the door.
“I don’t mind,” Elias said, absentmindedly. He went over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands, grabbed a cup of tea, and then sat beside Siobhan.
“What’s going on?” she asked gently. “I mean, I knew you’d be mad about me leaving for the appointment without you, but I sent you a ton of texts explaining why. I called you as soon as I got out of the appointment to see if you were coming anyway and when I got off work, I even stopped by!”
Elias sucked in his lips and took a deep breath. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” he asked.
“It’s not like you don’t know where the office is, Elias,” she snapped. “You could have come even though I left without you. I just- I needed a moment to myself. I was very very upset with Ava,” Siobhan said. The chuckle Elias let out had a hint of bitterness in it.
“Why? She accused you of faking your pregnancy?” His question clearly shocked her.
“Yes…” she trailed off. “You don’t believe her, do you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know what to believe. Ava made some good points.”
They sat there in silence for a long while. He half-way expected Siobhan to get up and leave, citing some work or club obligation as her excuse as she often did.
“Elias,” she turned to him. He could hear the tender smile in her voice although he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why she would be smiling at all. “What do you want to believe?”
“I want to believe you’re telling the truth but-”
“It’s not that simple, I get it.” She sighed. “So what is it that you want? In life?”
Elias turned to look at her, but at this point she was staring into her ever cooling tea. As much as Siobhan talked about her future when they were together, she never asked about his.
He didn’t know exactly- he didn’t have a real plan. Not like Siobhan did.
“A different life than my mother had. Nothing extravagant. I want to get married. I want kids… and I want for them to have opportunities and a life that I didn’t get growing up. That’s why the thought of having a kid… well, I get excited. Because I think about holding them; loving them. Watching them grow and take over the world. And it would make my mom proud, I think, that I’m not following in her footsteps.”
“Rosa?” Siobhan questioned lightly. Elias smiled.
“Yeah, Rosa.” He gained a faraway look in his eyes. “When she was sober… she was great. Insisted I call her Rosa so she could be the ‘cool mom.’” Elias blinked and he was back in reality. Sitting with his ex who was potentially carrying his child. “But she wasn’t sober often.”
“So you’ve said.” Again, Siobhan sighed, but this time the sigh seemed to take a lot out of her. Silence overtook them again. Elias wondered what Siobhan was thinking about. She still hadn’t confirmed or denied Ava’s (and his) suspicions.
Her phone beeped and she pulled it out, fingers flying across the screen.
“Sorry, it’s work,” she muttered. Her hours may have only been 9-5, but Elias swore she worked all the time. There was always something urgent that needed to be done it seemed and apparently she was the one to do it. “It’s nearly eight. I’ve got to go if I’m going to make it on time.” Siobhan stood and started toward the door when Elias stopped her.
“Siobhan! Are you pregnant or not?”
She pursed her lips and took a deep breath.
“Elias, do you want me to be pregnant?” she asked, perching on the stool again. He furrowed his eyebrows. What did she mean, did he want her to be pregnant?
Why couldn’t anything ever be simple with her? It was so simple with Ava. Ava always said exactly what she wanted to, no hesitations.
“Would a baby make you happy?” she demanded, a little more forceful now. “Will it mess up your life? Will it disappoint Rosa?” she fired off the questions faster than Elias could process them.
He stuttered around for the words, but the didn’t come. Would a baby potentially hinder him from getting married? Yes. But if she was pregnant, it wouldn’t be Siobhan’s fault. And he couldn’t abandon his child like his father did to him.
But his mom- it probably wasn’t what she would want for him: a baby with someone he’s not even together with. And so early in life, too.
There was no correct answer to her question.
“Answer,” he paused, “answer the question.” This was the most assertive he had been in a while and it felt good.
“I am pregnant, Eli,” she responded. “And I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you doubt that.” She started for the door again but paused when her hand touched the handle. “You should call Ava. You can still have the life you dream about. Even if I made that a little more challenging.” Siobhan smiled a secret smile to herself. “I guess we should have been more serious about protection.” A secret laugh eased pass her secret smile, and she was gone.
The door closed behind her and Elias was left alone with his thoughts. Except, this time, he didn’t want to be.
She was right though. He didn’t have to choose between his child and his happy ending. Like Siobhan suggested, he called Ava after he washed the mugs.