1.11 Beginning Anew

A/N: Hey!!! So it is currently 4:30 am, and while I should be in bed, I have decided to finish this post! Think of it as a New Year’s gift from me, to you. I would have finished it earlier, but we had to go to a little New Year’s shindig. Anyway, we finally made it to the last chapter of generation 1! It only took us about 4 years! At this rate, I’ll finish the story in about 36 more years. I’ll be 58 by then! 😀

I’m not the happiest with this chapter, but that’s mainly because it’s only here for time skipping/personality establishing purposes. But I hope you enjoy the final installment to the craziness that is/was Conrad Alabaster Lee’s (yes, I did give him a crappy middle name) story. I’m pretty excited about jumping into Brian’s head.

Anyway, Enjoy! Likes, comments, etc. are always appreciated!


Life seemed to calm down to a comfortable routine in the upcoming years. With Reuben locked away for life, and all of our secrets out, we stopped worrying about the next ‘life-shattering’ event, and just decided to live in the present. It was definitely weird, though I’m not one to complain.

Granted, we couldn’t exactly say that our lives had become a walk in the park, as raising three children was not easy.


Both Brian and Vissa were the types of kids who enjoyed making their presence known in one way or another. Between making messes with their food, and somehow managing to get their grubby hands on ‘daddy’s foyo’ (also known as my portfolio) and making everything disorganized, I would sometimes find myself secretly wishing that they were more like Lance, who somehow had managed to be a complete angel during his toddler years. I’d usually scold myself under my breath, reminding myself of how much I loved them. Even when they smeared peanut butter and jelly all over my sketches.

But as time passed, they grew out of their ‘terrible twos’ stage, and entered the stage where they began to develop their own interests and hobbies.


Vissa remained an active girl, and (unlike anyone else in the family) took a liking to sports. She even tried out for the school softball team. She’d usually rope me into practicing with her in the backyard, stating that Lance was too uncoordinated, and Brian would always whine until she left him alone.


Brian, however, seemed to really fall in love with music. On his seventh birthday, Odine and I decided to buy him a Walkman, and despite his protests at the fact that it wasn’t even a ‘measly mp3 player’, he really seemed to love the thing. There would hardly be a moment that he didn’t have some CD playing at max volume, ear buds securely in his ears.


He’d could usually be found in the room that he shared with Lance singing at the top of his lungs. I would constantly catch myself singing along to his voice as I walked passed his room, despite not being able to hear the music myself. I was pleasantly surprised at how my son was able to carry a tune. We offered to pay for singing lessons for him, but he refused. When asked why, he would usually say that he didn’t think that he was that good, and didn’t really want to be a singer anyway. But still, you could hear his voice in random areas of the house.


Lance continued to act. He hadn’t quite had his ‘big break’ yet, but he’s done a couple of guest spots on popular shows, and small roles in some movies. When he found out that he’d gotten the role as ‘Kid #3’ in a movie with Matt Hamming, he was so excited. We’d gone out to celebrate the beginning of a promising career in acting. It was still a very small role, but we knew that he’d go far. Eventually he began to get better roles, but it made it difficult to get noticed due to the fact that there were some things that Lance just refused to do.


He could usually be found on his phone talking with his agent, telling her that he wasn’t going to compromise his morals. Despite her protests, he refused to change his mind, even if it lost him a few roles. I was proud of him for sticking up for what he believed in. He’s a good kid. But sometimes, I think he might be a bit TOO good. I know that might not make much sense, but it’s almost like he has to be perfect. Not in an ‘I’m God’s gift to mankind’ kind of way, but more like if he’s not good enough, then people won’t like him anymore. Especially around his mother and I.


When he would make a mistake, or do something wrong that required correction, he would freak out. Sometimes to the point of tears. It honestly scared me sometimes. I tried thinking back to see if there was ever a time that he’d been pushed into that type of situation, but my mind drew a blank.


Both Odine and I would constantly remind him that we loved him, and that it would never change. Even if he made a mistake. He would usually calm down, but the next time, it’d be the same situation. I was confused, and no amount of prying would get him to open up.

Despite the occasional moments of panic, he remained a pretty happy kid.


Especially when his friendship with Belle Hemlock evolved into a relationship. She was a great influence on my son. Always supportive of his decisions concerning his life, and career. His rock when he began to falter in his convictions, and the encouragement he needed when he felt low. I was glad that he’d met a girl who was so sweet.


Odine somehow manages to surprise me more and more every day. I knew that she was stronger than she thought she was, but she even somehow managed to surprise me with the amount of inner strength she’d developed over the years.


One thing that made it easier on her was the occasional visit to a therapist. Shortly after we’d seen the Littlers, she mentioned how she felt like she needed someone to talk to. Turns out that having an unbiased third party listen to her inner struggles really helped her out. I was against it at first, feeling as if she felt that she couldn’t talk to me. But I couldn’t be more wrong. Being able to open up to a specialist who could help her sort through her thoughts made it easier for her to open up to me, and Dr. Markus was a caring doctor who really knew his stuff. Without the weight of carrying all of her past experiences with her, she was a lot happier. Which made everyone else in the house a lot happier.


As for me, my life seemed to shift into a strange sense of normalcy. My career was going well, and I had plenty of regular clients. It never got to the point of being a ‘world renowned’ career, but that was okay. In most stories you read, the main character achieves some type of fame or importance, but I’m just… me, and I’m completely content being me. I was able to make people happy with how they looked, and maybe give the offhand client a confidence boost. Then, I got to return home, where my wife, three kids, and dog would be waiting for me.



It was the day of Vissa’s first game on the Bridgeport Middle School softball team, and she had constantly reminded me that morning how important it was that we all be there to support her. So you can imagine that when work ran a bit late, that I made a mad dash back to the house so that I could take a shower.

Ignoring the whining noises coming from my daughter’s throat, and the protests of my wife, I grabbed a spare change of clothes, and crashed into the bathroom.


As the water ran over my body, I quickly began to rub shampoo over my scalp. I let out a sigh, grateful for the warm water flowing over my muscles… Until I smelled it. Alongside the smell of shampoo, a strangely familiar scent wafted into my nostrils. I froze, and quickly removed my hands from my scalp, only to see through squinting eyes that the suds were… Yellow?





Coming out of the bathroom, I was met with pretty much the same reaction from everyone in my family, except for one.

“Oops.” Came the tiny voice of my eleven year old son as my other two children stared at me in complete shock. I seethed, trying to ignore my wife as she stifled a giggle.

“Let’s go.” I said through gritted teeth.

“But dad!” Vissa complained. “You can’t go out with yellow hair! You’ll embarrass me!” I rolled my eyes, and grabbed the closest hat that I could find, which turned out to be Lance’s bright blue baseball cap. Grumbling under my breath, I shoved the cap onto my head.


Walking back over to where my family stood, I put my hand on Brian’s shoulder. “We’ll talk about this when we get home.”



When we got home, we did talk. Or more so, he tried to explain why he thought it was a good idea to put yellow hair dye in my shampoo. Turns out it was a prank that was meant for Lance, who uses the same exact shampoo that I do. But this wasn’t the first time that Brian had done something to sabotage Lance.



It started out as really small things; things so insignificant, that I had chalked it up to how siblings would normally treat each other. But as time went on, his pranks seemed to get worse and worse. Stealing Lance’s scripts; ruining his dates with his girlfriend Belle; and apparently now putting hair dye in his shampoo.

Odine and I knew that it was jealousy, we just weren’t sure why. It wasn’t as if we would treat Lance any different. We did have to discipline Brian a bit more than the other children because he would cause trouble so often, but that was no one else’s fault. Odine would usually tell me to go easy on him sometimes, reminding me that in his small mind, constantly getting punished while his siblings roamed free would be seen as favoritism. But it was really hard when his constant antics would try my patience.


“Give me your mp3 player.” I told him. His face dropped. He didn’t even bother to argue back as he walked over to his dresser, and removed the mp3 player from the top drawer. As the tears formed in his eyes, he placed his prized possession in my hands. Sighing, I sat down on the bed next to him.

“Son, what’s going on?” I asked. “Did Lance do something to you?” He stared at his shoes as a tear began to stream down his face. He slowly shook his head, not looking in my direction.


“Did I do something?” Another silent shake of his head. “You can be honest with me, Brian, what’s wrong? I can’t help you if you don’t say anything.”

He shrugged his shoulders, the grim expression on his face unchanging. Frustrated, I sighed, and stood up from the bed.

“Well, I guess you can stay in here until you are ready to talk.” When he gave me no response, I pursed my lips, and left the room, closing the door behind me.



I had just gotten back from taking Mickey out for a walk. As I removed the leash from Mickey’s collar, I listened for signs of life, but the house was oddly quiet. I knew that the kids wouldn’t be back for a bit, since Lance had an audition, and I’d convinced him to let the twins tag along. Odine and I had planned on surprising the twins when they got home, being that it was their birthday. But while dinner, the decorations, and the cake were set up, my wife was nowhere to be found.


“Hello?” I called, scratching my newly trimmed hair. After the ‘yellow hair’ fiasco, I’d had to shave off all of my hair. While I did NOT have the right head shape for going bald, I tried my best to make it work. Fortunately for me, my hair grew back fast, and I decided to maintain it in a more ‘adult-appropriate’ style. I was pushing forty after all, and I didn’t want (or need) to look like I was pretending to be ‘regain my youth’.

“Hello… Dee?” I called again.


I heard the bathroom door close, and my wife walked into the living room. She walked slowly toward me, her eyes wide with shock. My stomach flipped, and I walked quickly over to her, grabbing her shoulders.

“Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong?” She looked like she’d seen a ghost, and as I was about to pull her into a hug to comfort her, two words came out of her mouth.


“I-I’m pregnant.” I froze.

“What?” I asked, not entirely sure I’d heard right.

“I’m pregnant.” At that admission, she broke out of her shock, and began to laugh. I felt a smile began to spread across my face, as I looked her in the eyes.


“Are you serious?” I asked. I already knew the answer, I just hadn’t expected to hear those words again. As Odine continued to laugh, tears began to form in her eyes. Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself laughing along.

It was one of relief. We’d thought that we’d given up that dream a long time ago, but apparently, God had other plans. I pulled her into a tight embrace, tears beginning to fog up my glasses.

“I can’t believe it.” I said. “But I’m not even going to question it.”


“You don’t think we’re too old?” She asked hesitantly.

“Hey!” I protested. “We aren’t that old. You’re only 36. Plenty of people have kids at that age.”

“We have to tell the kids. Do you think they’ll be okay?”

“Honey, stop worrying! The kids will probably be fine with it. We probably shouldn’t even tell them today. I don’t want to take the attention from the twins.” She took a deep breath, and nodded as we heard the front door open.


“We’re home!” Lance called out. I turned to face the kids, who all stood in front of the door.

“Surprise!” Odine said, as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Are you guys okay?” Lance asked, his face twisted in concern.

“Of course!” I said, a little too enthusiastic. “Why do you ask?”


“Your eyes are red and puffy.” Brian said, not entirely convinced. Odine and I looked at each other, and smiled as we thought of the secret that we were keeping.

“We’re fine!” I said, as Odine giggled. Vissa rolled her eyes at us.

“Old people love.” She muttered under her breath.
“Hey!” I protested. What was it with everyone thinking that I was old? “Watch it young lady, or you’re not getting your present.” At that, both hers and Brian’s faces perked up.

“Now come, and sit down. You’re mother prepared a very special dinner for your birthday.” The twins ran to their mother, and wrapped her in a hug, before finding their seats at the dinner table.




As the twins surrounded the cake, we began to sing Happy Birthday. I looked around the room at my family. A feeling of joy and thankfulness filled me, being surrounded by the people I loved. I’d certainly come a long way from being the scared little boy from Sunset Valley.

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Sure, life definitely had some unfair moments. But I don’t think I would have done anything differently, provided I was given a do-over. Who knows what could have changed. I might not have my kids, and I can’t imagine my life without them. I might not have met Odine, or even moved to Bridgeport. I didn’t even want to think of the possibility of her not being in my life.


As our off-key rendition of Happy Birthday wrapped up, the twins leaned in, and blew out the candles. They could now be considered teenagers, which felt strange to say. They’d be starting a new chapter in their lives, a feeling that I could sympathize with. It almost felt like a chapter of my own life was ending. But you know what they say about endings.


Every story has an end. But in life, every end is a new beginning.


A/N: What? You thought I was actually going to show you what the heir (or his twin sister) looked like as a teenager? Hah! You make me laugh… 😉 I figured it’d be better to just do a shoulder shot, and leave his face as a surprise! Fun, right?

But thanks again you guys, for sticking with me while I was the slowest updater known to man. I can’t (and never will) promise that I’ll get better at posting, but hey! That’s what makes it fun, right? The element of surprise! You never know when I’m gonna post!

No? Really? Oh…

But anyway, Thanks again for reading!

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  1. Poor Lance! He probably feels the need to be perfect because of what he over heard about his ‘real’ dad. He doesn’t want to be anything like him. Brian is going to be a handful as a teenager. I kind of like his personality already. But why is he jealous of Lance? An expected pregnancy 😍 Hopefully it won’t be twins!

    • I did say that it would affect him, just not in the way you would think. Here’s hoping he says something eventually.

      Brian is… special. He’s not a bad kid, but his thought process usually isn’t the “right” thought process. I kinda wanna say why he’s jealous, but I think I should hold off on explaining and let Brian ‘do the talking’… Hopefully I can get it across as to why when we get into his mind.

      Yep. I was originally going to have it be impossible for Odine to have kids, but I decided that I’d been mean enough, so I changed it to ‘highly improbable’ in chapter 9. Odine’s LTW is to have 5 kids from baby to teen, and while I might not be able to do that, I felt like being a bit merciful. We’ll just have to see what it ends up being… Because even I don’t know.

      Thanks for reading!


    Aw I thought the chapter was just fine! In fact, I was glad for it because I really wanted to get to know the kids a bit better and this installment definitely did that. Vissa is awesome and Brian is absolutely adorable with his music. Wonder if he’s a Convergence fan? LOL 😉

    As for Lance, poor baby =( Evidently he took the news of finding out who his biological father was by insisting that he needed to be perfect in every way to….hmm, make up for the kind of person his father was? Ensure that he kept his parents’ love? All of the above? All of the above and then some? Regardless, I just want to hug him and tell him that his parents love him no matter what, but that’s exactly what Conrad and Odine have been doing to little to no avail. Fact is, until he actually believes what they’re saying, no amount of comforting will have a significant, lasting effect.

    OH MY. Continued to read (I often write my comments as I read…lol) and looks like Brian isn’t 100% full of adorable….picking on his older brother like that =( I wonder why he feels the need to torment him? I mean it hasn’t been anything super serious so far, but it’s certainly consistent enough that you have to wonder what’s going on.

    A PREGNANCY!? EEEEE! More adorable babies! A big congrats to Conrad and Odine, but again I have to wonder how the kids will react. I think Vissa will take it just fine, but since Lance already has security issues and Brian has…jealousy (?) issues, I’m a little more uneasy about their reaction.

    I guess I’ll learn more about what’s going on when Brian takes the reins next chapter! I can’t wait ^_^

  3. I can’t believe it’s the last chapter! What a great ending to the first generation. So many trials and tribulations that were overcome. I’m really looking forward to seeing what the prankster Brain will get into as the heir.

    Haha, finished when you’re 58? You can really think of this as you’re life project then! But think of the views this blog will have from being active so long! There’s some optimism for you.

  4. Aw, why didn’t you like this chapter? I thought it was very sweet and lovely way to end a generation. I’me excited for all the plans you have for Brian with his storyline. I know, I know some things. But I can’t wait to see them actually unfold into a story.

    I’m happy they’re going to have another baby as well! It’s just so sweet :3 It makes everything they’ve gone through seem worth it in the end of everything. I mean, she was told she couldn’t have anymore kids and look, here they are going on their forth child. It’s a blessing that they are where they are.

    I figure that Lance is acting the way he is because he found out about Conrad not being his dad. He doesn’t want to mess up so much so that Conrad doesn’t just “stop loving him.” But that’s just my guess. I really don’t know.

    With Brian, uh, I don’t know why he’s acting the way he is. I guess we’ll just have to find out when the new generation begins. I’m excited to see his personality unfold!

    Great job baby and congrats on finishing generation one! I believe you’ll get through generation 2 much quicker. You’ve been updating a lot faster than you have in the past. So don’t doubt yourself. You’re not the slowest updater anymore. I am XD

    Love you! Wonderful ending!

  5. I’m thrilled to see the Lee Legacy alive again!


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