Legolas Legacy
Multiply, Divide, Prosper
You must forgive me. I'm completely exhausted.
The wedding. The riggors of being a newlywed, taking over Shanley Manor, public appearances, the late night parties. I've been to so many I'm practically a professional party guest. So if you don't mind, I'm going to use this pop-tart for a pillow while I try and recount for you exactly what's been going on that has made me so tired to begin with.
The last thing I remember.... oh yes. My parents telling me for the millionth time what a GREAT guy I've married. My parents absolutely love Robi, almost more than they love me (well, at least as much) My mother can't help herself from whispering into my ear at least 3x a day 'you married a great man, don't screw this up honey!' Thanks for the vote of confidence mom.
Robi really IS Mr. Perfect. In addition to keeping Shanley Manor bug-free...
He spends his evenings writing songs about me. He's pledged to write a new song about me every week for the first year of our marriage. That's 52 songs. I mean, I know I'm great, but 52 songs great???
He's taken up kickboxing too. He says it's the sport of the future. I guess it helps develop his bug-stomping muscles or something?
I sure don't mind the benefits of all that kicking.....
Forgive me for eating. These are the best potato chips I've ever tasted.
Last night we hosted a dinner party for Plato and Kissimie, and Izzy and her husband Randy. Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell you, Izzy and Randy got married. After losing each other so many times, they were in a hurry to tie the knot.
It was a small wedding, NOTHING like mine (thank goodness!) in the backyard of their rented house, just for the family. Nothing formal.
Randy's taken down the mohawk. Bad memories of Azahora I think. He and my sister are just so happy to be together, one could go into sugar shock from the sweetness of those two. (gag me with a fork?)
We all love Randy, and especially for Izzy's sake we're glad he's safe. There's been no word from Azahora since the whole country has been reverted to the dark ages by a couple of Burkies.
I asked Randy what he was going to do for a job in Legacy Land, since his whole life was spent training him to run his country. I thought he might like to get into politics, but no, he told me he and Izzy want to open up a Baby Boutique. Can you think of anything sweeter? Well, if you're into babies... But I'm happy for my sister. Nobody deserves a happy ending more than Izzy.
It almost wasn't a surprise when Izzy called me a few weeks later to tell me she's pregnant.
It was Robi's suggestion to have my pregnant sister and sister-in-law over for dinner. We hadn't all been together since the wedding and I really like when we all get together. Of course Robi is toast of the town.... I told you my family loves him more. I quickly began to feel surrounded by pregnancy, and I sucked my stomach in a little more.
It was surreal to see my sister pregnant like that. It's supposed to be good luck to rub a pregnant woman's stomach. I just hoped that 'luck' wouldn't backfire on me with a pregnancy of my own. At least not for a long time.
Izzy read my mind, and rubbing it in - like a big sister often does - said "Ok, You're NEXT sis!"
"Izzy, Izzy, babies are your thing. They always were. I just want to enjoy my kickboxing husband and being Heiress for awhile. I can't very well go to parties towing a stroller, can I?"
I'm sure Plato would have had something to say about me needing to have a baby too, but he had burried himself in his almond-scented Kissimmie, again.
Kissimmie was due any day, and walked like she could drop the kid at any minute. That can't be comfortable.
We had dinner on the new patio and it reminded me of when Robi came home with me to tape "The Heiress"
Plato and Kissimmie weren't with us the night Robi and I took Izzy and Randy to dinner where Randy told us the story of his resuce from Azahora. Sometimes family news travels slowly, so it was really funny when Plato said,
"Dude, aren't you supposed to be dead or something??"
He didn't mean it like it sounded. That's just Plato. But Randy had to give Plato a rundown about his capture and rescue.
After dinner, Izzy wanted to see the Nursery that we all were born in to get ideas for the baby store that she and Randy were starting. I've redecorated a lot of Shanley Manor since I moved back in, but this is one room I haven't touched. I don't think I'll need to for several more years.
Izadora didn't hesitate to remind me "You know you have to produce an heir or an heiress, that's the deal, you know that, right?"
"YES" I sighed, as I do nearly every other day to my husband. "I know I have to 'produce' and heiress, or an heir, just ONE, before I die. Why do I need to jump on the pregnancy bandwagon right now?
The very thought of it makes me sick.
Which is why when I woke up this morning to Robi looking at me, I was kind of unnerved.
I pretended to still be asleep.
"What?" I finally gave up the facade.
"Nothing" Mr. Perfect said.
"You were looking at me"
"You were pretending to sleep."
"So what why were you looking?"
"Do I need a reason to look at my wife? You get more beautiful everying morning. I was just trying to see if I could watch it happen, like a sunrise. And besides. I was thinking."
"Thinking what?"
"That when we do have kids, that I hope they look just like you."
"YOU have baby fever, I knew Kissimmie and Izzy would give it to you."
It was time to get out of bed before something happened. (ah-hem)
"WE dont' have baby fever, do we junior?"
"Uh, Robi? Who are you talking to?"
"The baby ofcourse."
"Uh, No. I am NOT pregnant Robi."
"I know. But I can practice, can't I???"
"No, you can't practice. You're freakin me out. I don't like people talking to my navel."
"I'm not 'people' I'm the Daddy. Hello in there! Little Legalos! Are you in there???"
"That's enough Robi. You're REALLY not funny..."
So that's the confession from this Heiress. Not much to report really, except that these are the best potato chips I've ever tasted. The enitre world is pregnant and popping babies out left and right, and no one understands why I don't want to join in... I don't get what the big deal is. Babies are nice, but I don't think they could be anywhere near as good as these potato chips...
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