Chapter 2.02 Perfect Fake Family

Staying off and working from home was honestly boring.

Right now, she was probably living every school kid's dream, being paid for staying away from work, but after a while it got seriously boring. She couldn't help but think about how she should appreciate the peace while she had it, but it was boring. 

She sighed, glancing from the monitor over to the phone. She has been putting off telling her brother and sister about the baby, mostly because she didn't exactly want to answer all too many questions about who the father was. Then again, she had to tell either Connor or Rosie at some point, because they were coming over to celebrate Snow Day in a few days time, and she couldn't exactly hide the baby upstairs.

She decided on telling Rosie first, then asking her to tell Connor (Not like she particularly needed to ask, she knew that her sister would end up blabbing about it anyway.) But she hesitated before dialling the number. Maybe it was just a thing with her always dreading calling people. She quickly dialled Rosie's number, and held the phone up to her ear.

"Hey Lyss." Alyssa heard her sister's unusually chirpy voice over the phone. Maybe because it was snowing? She didn't know. "Do you wanna go out for coffee later or something? It's got to be fairly boring at work."
"Yeah, work is fairly boring, but I actually called to tell you something..." She trailed off, not as nervous as she was though. Her sister wouldn't get all too angry at her, right?

"Go ahead, and is that a dog I hear? Why is there a dog in your office?" Rosie asked, hearing Poppy and her insane barking at the computer and around Alyssa's feet.
She moved away from Poppy, "I think you might be hearing things." She murmured, putting on concern. She glared at Poppy, and held a finger up to her lips, telling the dog to shut up. "So anyway, what I wanted to tell you..." She bit her lower lip, then managed to say "You're going to be an aunt again."

Rosie was quiet for about a second, before speaking, "Really? I can't believe Sabrina told you before she told me. I'm happy for her and Connor, but I just thought-"
"Its not Sabrina this time. I'm pregnant." Alyssa interrupted her sister, and there was more silence from Rosie's side of the conversation. After a while, she couldn't help but ask "Rosie? You still there?"
"I'm coming over." And with that, she hung up.
Alyssa sighed, and placed the phone back in its holder, "Well, that could have gone better." She murmured.

When Alyssa heard the door open, she went over to see her sister there. The two girls stared at each other for a while, but Alyssa could tell that her sister was rather.. Angry? More of a surprised angry. She smiled weakly "Surprise."
The slight humour wasn't found on Rosie, as she simply said: "Explain, now."

"Well, I-" Alyssa started, but was all too soon interrupted.
"How could you be so stupid?!" Rosie exclaimed, and it caught her off guard. "I mean, its pretty obvious it wasn't planned." She scowled, folding her arms.
"Maybe it wasn't planned but-" Alyssa was cut off again.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to raise a child on your own?" She asked, not quite as angry now. She wasn't yelling, but she was still scowling.
"I'll manage." She sighed, holding her hands out in defense. "And can you please stop being so patronizing? I'm an adult, I have a job and its not like I'm broke." She folded her arms.

Rosie sighed, and stepped closer to Alyssa "You're right, I'm sorry. But you really shouldn't be raising a child on your own. If you want to keep this house, then me, Liam and Elvie can move in with you here, I don't want you being on your own." She frowned.
Alyssa looked away, and murmured, "I don't want you moving in. I want to be independent and manage to do things on my own as an adult."

"I know you want to independent, and I want that for you too, but you can't do this alone and I'm taking that the father isn't here either." She frowned. "What happened between you and him anyway?" She asked.
Alyssa hesitated, unsure if she really wanted to tell Rosie about her time with Matteo. "The father? He uh..." She trailed off, trying to think of an excuse. She was relieved when there was a knock at the door, and she bypassed Rosie to answer it, however it was probably the last person she intended on seeing.

Alyssa put on a smile, "Tyler... Hey." She bit her lower lip slightly. She probably least wanted to tell Tyler and Rosie at the same time, but there fate goes.
"So, is this the father?" Rosie asked, folding her arms and turning her attention to the new person in the room. Clearly Alyssa hasn't done a very good job of telling people.
"I-I uh..." She trailed off, then he did something really unexpected...

He kissed her.
Out of reflex, she flinched away. Honestly, if her sister wasn't there, she probably would have yelled at him for doing that, (before she remembered that she had randomly kissed him too, so now they were even.)
Of course, he knew what he was doing. He knew what she was thinking about, but he had to mostly base off  the little he got from what she was thinking about as he couldn't tell what was on her sister's mind. Maybe it was because him and Alyssa were close, and have some sort of special connection? (Or it may have just been because her thoughts were all screams, he prefered to think it was the closeness thing though.)

Tyler gave her a slight smile, and murmured very quietly (so Rosie couldn't hear) "Play along, okay?" Right now, all he could read was that she didn't want to leave the house and move in with her sister, also that she didn't want neither him nor Rosie to find out about the baby's dad. He figured, why not take one for the team? Just this one time though.

Alyssa gave Rosie a kind of smug look. "See? I told you that I would cope." She pointed out, smiling. She felt Tyler's arms go around her, and it honestly felt nice. She loved being this close to him again, she just had to remind herself that it was pretend.
"And to answer what you asked, yeah, I am the father." Tyler half smiled at Rosie, kissing Alyssa on the cheek as he went over to her. "I'm Tyler. And I'm taking that you're Rosie?" He smiled, "Alyssa's told me a lot about you."

She nodded, "I didn't realize my little sister talked about me so much." Rosie raised an eyebrow at Alyssa.
"She told me that the two of you were close when she was younger." He half smiled. "And that you're kinda protective over her."
Rosie grinned, mischievously. "Very protective, trust me. So, don't break my little sister's heart, okay?" She smiled at him.

He smiled, "That's the last thing I would ever do. I'd never hurt Alyssa in that way." And he meant that. Even though it did hurt when he found out she cheated, (and the fact that she probably went back to that French bastard) he could never ever hurt her, or even think about being mean to her.
Speaking of her, she came up to him and kissed him on the cheek, "And I know you won't." There was a hint of guilt in her eyes. She knew she had done something wrong, and seeing Tyler again made her feel worse about it, especially knowing that he isn't holding too much of a grudge against her. He really was a great guy.

It was fairly awkward for Rosie to see her little sister making out with someone she had only just met that day. She moved her hair a little, and coughed to try and get their attention. When that didn't work, she thought it would probably be best to just go. "So, uh... I have to check Liam and Elvie are okay. I'll see you on Snow Day, Lyss."

Once Rosie left, he pulled away. It took Alyssa a moment, before she smiled at him. "Thanks for that, I really didn't want Rosie to forcibly move in with me." She half smiled.
He smiled slightly back, "Its fine. So, I'm taking your situation is the reason why you canceled meeting me?" He raised an eyebrow. He could see why it would be a little awkward.

She looked down at the floor, purposely avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, it is." She murmured, "I found out a few minutes before I texted you." She admitted. "I was worried it would be awkward." She finally looked up at him, and gave a small, sheepish smile.
"Because your French guy would get jealous?" He smirked a little, joking. "Where is he by the way?" He couldn't help but ask, or wonder what this guy even looked like.

She let her arms drop back down to her side, "France." She sighed, "I tried to call him, but he wasn't picking up, and seeing as though I can't go back over to France, that was the only way I could tell him. I left him a message telling him, but he hasn't called back."
"Oh, I uh..." He didn't quite know what to say. Its one thing to know that someone isn't going to help, but right now she didn't know if he was or wasn't. Tyler knew he was a asshole though, (again not like he was jealous or anything). "That's rough." Was all he could think of saying, as he rubbed the back of his neck, awkward again.

"It's what I get for being fairly careless though." She bit her lower lip, frowning. She hesitated before asking "I know this is kinda weird to ask, but would you mind staying here for a little while? With Tallulah in the city, and I don't know where Bonnie is, you're kind of the only one I can ask who won't force me to move in with them forever." She smiled slightly.
"Sure, I'll stay for a while. Mostly because it's either here or with..." He then stopped, and shook his head. "I'll stay here with you." He smiled at her.

"Or with who?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "And why do you have to stay with someone? What about your place?" She pressed.
He paused, thinking about if he should make an excuse up. But then again, honesty was best, right? "Either here or with my girlfriend at her sister's place." He spoke carefully. "We bought a place, and she said that there's a 'bad aura' there and it needed to be redone."

She managed to put on a smile. He had a girlfriend?! "You have a girlfriend? That's nice, I'm happy for you." She was happy for him, but she couldn't help but feel like she just got slapped. The already fairly slim chances are even thinner.
"Yeah, I do." He half smiled, a little sheepishly. "If that's awkward, I can just stay with her and her sister." He suggested, in case she was uncomfortable with him now.
She shook her head, "I still need someone to stay with me, if you still want to?" She raised an eyebrow.
"How can I resist the offer?" He grinned in response.

Chapter 2.01 Cakey or Gooey?                                                      

Chapter 2,03 Beauty and the B**ch

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AN: I don't even know why this took me so long to write. I had two days off this week as well. Ah well, at least its out there now.

I'm just going to say now, that at no point will Rosie ever move in with Alyssa again. That was for storytelling purposes only.

Also, just one little tidbit (mostly a ramble), over the past while, I've been thinking about what I could do, as in creatively with TS3. I figured seeing as though I have no creative talents with blender (and my laptop hates cc) why not try story telling a little more? So, after practicing my writing more, I might give it a shot :3

Chapter 2.01 Cakey or Gooey?

"I never want you to leave, Mon Belle."

Alyssa heard the voice purr into her ears, and sighed contently. She adored it here. The sun was gorgeous, the sea was a divine bright blue, and the sex... Well, Alyssa wasn't one to kiss and tell, especially when she's too busy 'kissing' to even tell anyone.
"Lets not think about when I have to leave." She whispered, looking up at him as he climbed on top of her again.

As much as she hated to admit it, she wasn't thinking all too much about Tyler and their breakup at that moment. She was too busy on what she was doing right here, right now. Maybe it was time to be a little more spontaneous? Take more risks, gamble a little more, live life to its fullest. Have some fun, before she would be like all the other old monogamous people in Dragon Valley.

"Je t'aime." She purred, looking up at Matteo. This was love, right? Well, it was as close as she has been, and as far as she has ever been with someone. Close enough to love to count, right?

"You're so sexy when you speak French, Belle." He smirked, and with that, on went Round... Well, you kind of lose count after so long. All Alyssa knew was that she never wanted the moment to end, but when it did, she didn't feel satisfaction or as much pleasure as she had wished to. She just felt guilt. She was a guilty person.
She was a guilty cheater.
And all this wasn't love. It was meaningless lust, which even though it was good at that moment, it left a dirty feeling afterwards which wouldn't just wash away in the shower.

The memories ricocheted in her mind, although it was bad, that was much more fun that was to this. Hell, even just being with a French boy in the sunshine, tops throwing up on your own in the cold winter. At least this house had heating, that was something she was extremely thankful for.

She slowly pulled away from the toilet, still feeling bad. She could not get sick right now, with her new job that she's going to start soon, and she's supposed to be meeting Tallulah for coffee in a little while. Alyssa had spent so long in France, she had missed her best friend's birthday.

Alyssa leaned back against the wall, her hand going through her hair. She couldn't help but wonder what it was that was making her feel so ill. Maybe it was something she ate over in France? She wasn't exactly used to that kind of cuisine, and the steaks over there were practically still raw when cooked.

She went back over the toilet, cursing. Damn steaks. She was so close to becoming a vegetarian right now if it meant never being sick like this again. This was not fun. It was far from fun.
She made a mental note, no more rare steaks and verbally muttered, "Bow down to the porcelain bowl."

She managed to get away from the toilet for long enough to decide what to wear. Alyssa took over Connor's old room, mostly because she wanted to keep the gnomes in her room, and didn't yet want to redesign her either her parent's room or her mom's old room.

She just hoped that she could last long enough before throwing up again. Yep, red meats were off the cards forever for her. Especially rare red meats. She couldn't admit that she was all too surprised though, most of the meats there were practically still bleeding. She swallowed thickly, deciding it was best to stop thinking about this and to try and make it to the coffee house before throwing up again.

"I like your new hair colour, it suits you." Alyssa smiled, managing to get to the coffee house without throwing up. She was starting to feel a little bit better at least, but she regretted missing breakfast right about now, especially because the brownie in front of Tallulah smelled really good.
"Thanks, I thought I should probably get away from the black and the streaks, it didn't even look all that good anyway when I became an adult. So, how was France?" She asked, fairly absently. She wasn't too bothered that Alyssa missed her birthday, she was going through her own stuff.

"France was really chocolate." She murmured, then laughed a little, "I mean, brownie was really-" She sighed, stopping herself, then managing to say "Sorry, I've not had breakfast today. I'm only just realizing I regret it." Even though Tallulah was her friend, Alyssa was very embarrassed.
However, her best friend slid over the plate, "Was France cakey or gooey?" She teased, while grinning.
"Cakey. Very cakey." Alyssa responded, and both girls laughed.

"But seriously, why did you skip breakfast? If its because of that eight hour diet, that's really not a good idea. I tried it and I ended up passing out." Tallulah shook her head a little, "Not fun."
Alyssa shook her head a little, "No, I'm not on some bizarre diet. I was just feeling sick this morning, and I wasn't hungry." She shrugged.
"It wasn't bizarre, it made sense." She frowned, then raised an eyebrow at her feeling sick. "Too much fun with your French boy, huh?" She smirked a little.

Alyssa smiled, a little bitterly, "Not that. It was the food that was off. All the meat was bright red on the inside, it's just how it is over there." She shrugged.
"So, there's no one that Aunt Tallulah needs to know about?" She grinned, then sighed slightly, "Because, they might not know her all too well." She was frowning a little. Alyssa couldn't help but wonder what she meant.

"Why?" Alyssa tilted her head slightly, confused.
Tallulah looked her best friend on straight, honestly nervous about saying this. "Because I'm moving to Bridgeport soon." She murmured.
She was glad she had finished the brownie by that point, otherwise she would have ended up choking on it. "Bridgeport?!"

"Yeah, Bridgeport. The Big Peach." She grinned, clearly excited. "I'm going to be a socialite when I go over there." She was clearly more enthusiastic about it that how Alyssa was.
"Bridgeport though?" She frowned, upset obviously. She didn't want to lose her best friend to the big city! "That's hours away, and I'll never get to see you, like ever again."

"Then come with me. Can't you imagine the two of us tearing up the clubs in Bridgeport? How fun will that be?" Tallulah grinned, trying to convince Alyssa to join her. "It'll be lonely on my own, and if you come with me then you know you'll be over Tyler." She smiled sadly, knowing that the two of them broke up. Tyler couldn't really be blamed though, she did cheat on him.
"I am not still hung up on Tyler." She spoke defensively, maybe a little too much. She sighed "okay, maybe I am a little bit. But I still can't go, I have a job here and my brother and sister and two nieces are here." She frowned, not that she exactly wanted to go anyway. A very small part of her honestly wanted to get together again with Tyler. "How is Tyler by the way? Have you spoke to him?"

"He still likes you." Tallulah said, outright. There was no point beating around the bush with these things, really. Who knew how long it would be before either of them found someone else?
"He does?" Alyssa asked, partially uncertain as she tucked moved some of her hair. She made it go behind her ear, then back to how it was. It was more of an attempt to hide any blushing that may spring up at any given moment.
"Of course he does, why wouldn't he?" She raised an eyebrow. "He's hurt though, after all, you did cheat on him with some French guy." She shook her head a little.
"Matteo." Alyssa corrected, "And I wasn't thinking right when I did cheat, and I realize now how bad it was."

"It was bad of you, but you should just try talking to him later today, and tell him how bad you feel and that you're sorry." She suggested. "Maybe he'll forgive you, but if he doesn't want to get back together, you could at least be friends with him."
But what if she didn't want to be just friends? She nodded though, smiling slightly, "I'll ring him when I get home, hopefully he won't still be too angry at me."
"Can you really blame him if he is though?" She frowned.

When she got home, after saying goodbye for a while to Tallulah, she got her cell phone and decided to call Tyler. She felt uneasy as the phone rung, and honestly considered hanging up and saying she butt dialed him.
"Hello?" She heard him answer, too late to hang up now but that didn't keep her from hesitating a little. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
"H-Hey, its me." She stuttered at the start, kind of regretting calling him now.

"Alyssa? I thought you were still in France." His voice was kind of cold, and it honestly made Alyssa regret calling him. How could she be so stupid as to think he wouldn't still be hurt by what she did? Things don't just magically get better with the word 'sorry'.
"I came home last night, and I just wanted to say that I feel really, really bad about what happened. I know you hate me, but could we meet up some time?" She asked, fairly hesitantly.

"I don't hate you, I just hate what you did." There was the sound of him sighing over the phone, which made Alyssa feel that much more guilty.
"And I'm sorry. Really, really sorry Tyler." She frowned. "So, shall we meet up a little later?" She asked.
"Sure, we can get some drinks at the bar at about nine-ish?" He suggested, and she agreed. They spoke for a little while afterwards, about not all too much in particular, but she made sure to stay away from talking about France.
Eventually, she hung up and got in the shower, however she came across an unwelcome surprise when she went to get changed.

A pile of tried on clothes later, Alyssa was getting very frustrated. "Why are all of my clothes too fucking tight?" She growled to no one in particular, and went to hang up all of the clothes she had previously thrown on the floor. Maybe she could find the one that was the least unbreathable.

She decided to just check her makeup again, and complain about it to herself. She didn't even understand how they were to tight, as far as she knew, she hadn't put on any weight. How could she when she was throwing up all morning?
Wait...

She thought about it for a while, and it was the only explanation she could think of that fully made sense. Food poisoning doesn't make your clothes tighter, or make you hungry once you have thrown up. There was only one thing she could think of that caused that, and with remembering that a lot of the 'kissing' that happened in France... It wasn't too much of a surprise.

Luckily, she had managed to find something at the very back of her wardrobe that should be alright. She texted Tyler that she couldn't meet him for drinks, lying and saying that she had work to do. She knew that he wouldn't react all too well if she told him about her 'condition'.  Although, he wouldn't be all too pleased about her cancelling either. And they said girls were complicated.

That being said though, she couldn't help but smile about the little soon to be arrival. She was going to be a mommy soon, how could she not be excited about that?
Sure, a lot of girls her age would be more scared than happy, but Alyssa had almost everything sorted out for herself. She had a job, money and plenty of space for a baby.
That, and another person in the house, no matter how small they may be, would make this place seem a little less empty, and make it seem a little more happier here.

Chapter 1.52 Beginnings and Endings                                              

Chapter 2.02 Perfect Fake Family

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AN: Happy ending in my opinion. 
Unfortunately, we say goodbye to Tallulah in this chapter, as she's going off to be a famous socialite in Bridgeport. We'll see her again though, promise. As for the eight hour diet she mentioned, I tried it last summer and I ended up throwing up (because not eating = throwing up, logic) but that might have been due to I'm incredibly squeamish and I just got my belly button pierced. Its not got the bar in anymore though, so frowny face.
Also, I added the content warning because of the first few pictures.
However, seeing as though this is the second furthest I have ever gotten in a legacy... *throws confetti* Fiesta!