Part of this chapter takes place in Legacy Island in flash backs. The other half takes half in Morreaux, the new town in which the Gallagher Clan now lives. Bree and her entire family had to move due to a bad save and several crashes which made playing the game like a game of Russian Roulette, never knowing when a crash was going to happen, because of this, I chose to do flash back scenes instead of a full chapter set in the present. Lucky for me, I’m a major stickler of backing up my sim families on a regular basis. I hope you enjoy the new town!
*Public service announcement* This chapter contains a couple swear words, and a domestic violence scene, which I do NOT condone in any way shape or form. If this upsets you, please don’t read.*
“Someone is ready for his nap.” Breelynn Gallagher cooed softly holding her son Cole tightly against her chest. She rubbed his back in the circle motion he liked, that always seemed to relax him.
Breelynn loved being a mother, but for the life of her she couldn’t understand why when babies were obviously exhausted, they got fussy instead of going to sleep. He gurgled against her neck and laid his head down on her shoulder as if he was giving up the fight.
Cole was the joy of her life, she couldn’t ever imagine loving another human being more than she loved her son. Her entire family doted over him. Lucy adored her grandson, and he was spoiled by both his aunt and his uncle. Cole had her light blue eyes, and his fathers black hair and facial features. His skin was on the pale side, he definitely got that from the Gallagher genes!
Her new home in Morreaux Louisiana, was small, only two bedrooms, but she was finally a home owner, and couldn’t be more proud of the life she had built.
Brennan lived in a cute little home next door, they had never been closer. It was great having an always willing baby sitter living next door. Brennan worked from home these days, and never minded watching Cole so Breelynn could get some alone time.
Lucy lived just a couple blocks away, not wanting to be far from her children. She purchased a beautiful old Victorian fixer upper, and said one day she would pass it down to her children. It was huge, but needed a lot of work. Lucy had nothing but time on her hands as she had just aged into an elder, and she loved to paint and decorate.
Aaron and Shawn lived along the river in a beautiful brick townhouse. Aaron’s medical practice was going well, and kept him pretty busy, much to the dismay of Shawn who was now pregnant with their first child. Breelynn was so excited for Cole to have a little cousin to grow up with!
Morreaux was a beautiful city known for its entertainment and nature, with a small town residential center across from a bustling downtown area filled with shops, cafe’s and shops. The climate was different from Legacy Island, and that had proven difficult to get used too at times. Not long ago, Breelynn had experienced her first hurricane!
As she snuggled down under her blankets she counted her blessings, her mind went back to two years ago….
Breelynn had cut Cara and Milo out of her life when she found out about his unfaithfulness, Milo made no effort in helping preparing for the baby, financial or otherwise. He dug in his heals all the way, and even had demanded a paternity test.
The whole family came to see Breelynn in the hospital when she gave birth to a healthy baby boy she named Cole. Milo never showed up at the hospital to see his newborn son. He went around to everyone he knew and said Breelynn had been cheating on him, and the baby couldn’t be his!
Lucy was in awe of her grandson, her first grand baby, she couldn’t be more proud! Aaron and Brennan were so excited to spoil him rotten.
Once the paternity test was done, and Milo was indeed the father, everything changed. Quickly. Milo suddenly wanted to be part of his son’s life, but he just didn’t want shared custody, he wanted full custody! Suddenly he was a doting father who was worried about the welfare of his son. Milo and Cara had all there friends believing Breelynn was a cheat, and a drunk, and accused her of refusing to let Milo see his son. Breelynn was furious!
Breelynn met with a lawyer, there was no way she was going to lose her newborn son to Milo, and Cara. Milo also had lawyers, with Cara’s financial backing of course.
An informal hearing was held. Breelynn came prepared with witnesses, and bill statements showing Milo had contributed nothing to her son. Her witnesses gave testimony that Milo had a problem with alcohol, and had refused to get help.
Milo insisted he was sober, but had shown up to the hearing reeking of booze, and eyes as red as stop lights, which ultimately led to him losing any possibility of custody of his son.
When Milo was denied custody, and soul custody of baby Cole was awarded to Breelynn, he enraged. Having no one to blame but himself, he made Breelynn the soul focus of his anger!
“You’re a dirty whore.” Milo had spat at Bree after the proceedings were finished.
“I’m the whore?” Breelynn had screeched. “You’re the one who had cheated on me!” She retorted pointing at him to get the point across.
“You need help Milo.” She said firmly and with feeling. “And until you are clean and sober I don’t want you seeing your son.”
“If you care about him at all, you’ll do this.”
Weeks had passed, Breelynn heard nothing from Milo, and hadn’t received a dime of child support payment, that the court had ordered him to pay. She hoped Milo would get the help he needed, she believed a child needed their father, having grown up without one, she knew how it felt. She didn’t want her son to ever feel that way…
A knock on the door in the middle of the night made her blood run cold. Suddenly she was wide awake despite the late hour.
“Go away.” She said standing beside the door. “It’s late Milo, leave or I’m going to call the cops!”
“You can’t keep me away from my son!” He bellowed and started ramming the door down.
Breelynn was terrified, but opened the door so he wouldn’t break her door down.
“Where is my son!” Milo had yelled, the smell of booze oozed out of every pore. He could hardly stand!
“You’re stinking drunk!” Breelynn had growled at him. “Come back when you’re sober!”
“I’m not leaving until I see my son.” He repeated trying to push past her.
“You’re not going to see him drunk, Milo.” She said trying to calm him down. “What if you hurt him?”
“Bitch!” He swore. “Its no wonder I cheated on you.” His brown eyes flashed with hatred. He tried to brush past her when he heard the cries of his son, who had awakened from the commotion. There was no way in hell Breelynn was going to let Milo touch her son when he was drunk and could hardly stand up. She did the only thing she could think to do at the time, and that was rear her hand back and slap him across the face!
Milo’s face went fire engine red, and his eyes were filled with so much hatred her blood froze. Breelynn didn’t see his fist move, he was so fast. One minute she was standing, and the next she was flat on her back on the floor looking up at the ceiling. She probed her head with her fingers wincing at the pain. When she pulled her hand away she saw blood. She blacked out…
He ran to the babies room while Breelynn was unconscious on the floor.
Breelynn had awoken with ringing in her ears. She sat up and hugged her knees and dialed 911. She hoped they would get here quickly…
The cops arrived minutes later, much to her relief. He was arrested, and a restraining order was filed against him keeping him away from her and from Cole.
Cara made living in Legacy Island a complete hell for Breelynn, who went around spreading rumors like wildfire. Legacy Island was her home, but she no longer felt safe or welcome. She decided to move, as far away as possible, and since she had soul custody, she didn’t need the courts permission to do so.
Convincing Lucy to move was the hardest of all, Sam’s Grave was in Legacy Island, and the home she had raised her three children, but in the end, all she had were her memories, and that was all she needed to be happy. There was no way she would miss her grandson growing up, and the new memories she would make. So in the end, the whole Gallagher Clan decided to move with Breelynn to Morreaux Louisiana, as far south from Legacy Island as Breelynn could get!
The thoughts of the past kept Bree awake. She crept out of her room and watched Cole sleep. She loved him so much, that sometimes it hurt. She did her best to make up for him not having his father in his life.
The next morning she awoke to Cole banging on his crib bars as he always did every morning when he woke up. He had been such a big boy lately and was using the big boy potty like a little champ!
His Birthday was only a week away, and she was excited to see him age into a child. He had just learned to walk, and now he was running all over the house!
“Who’s going to be the big birthday boy?” She tickled Cole as she tossed him up in the air that always made him squeal with delight.
Cole was such a well-behaved little boy, he would play in his room quietly with his blocks and xylophone, giving Breelynn time to paint. Breelynn sold her paintings to the Gallery downtown, and to her shock, the paintings were selling! She made enough to support them, and to even have a little bit of spending money.
“Lets go for a walk, it’s too beautiful of day to stay inside.” Breelynn said buckling Cole into his stroller.
He loved going for walks with Breelynn.
“Look at the squirrel Cole!” She pointed.
“Squirrel.” Cole repeated laughing.
“Do you see the tree Cole?” She asked pointing.
“Tree!” Cole was big on repeating. She called him her little parrot.
Over the bridge they walked, a fine sheen of sweat on her brow. Finally they arrived at the Gallery to drop off her newest painting.
“Ms. Gallagher, a delight as always.” the Gallery owner shook her hand.
“It’s nice to see you again.” Breelynn said, even though it really wasn’t. He was always flirting with her even though he was married.
She reached behind the stroller and pulled out the tube that concealed her painting.
“Wonderful!” he said clapping his hands.
“You’re paintings are quite popular. One of these days we really should do a show, and introduce you to society.” He said with a big smile.
Breelynn stood looking around at all the work of art on the walls and imagined herself wearing an amazing dress, and being the center of attention. A little shiver of excitement ran through her at the thought of her own show.
“I’d love to do a show, I am most definitely interested! I’ll begin working on some new pieces right away.” She promised, as she waved goodbye her and Cole started on their journey home. She smiled the entire way home. She couldn’t wait to tell her mother. Lucy was so proud, and displayed so many of her daughters art on the walls of her new home!
After bath time, and reading Cole a bedtime story, she tucked her little man into bed. A knock on the door surprised her. It was late, who could be calling at this hour?
Breelynn frowned as she looked out the glass door. A man stood under the glow of her porch light with his back turned. He had long greasy black hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed in ages. She debated opening the door, but thought against it. It was probably just somebody needing directions!
The man turned around. Breelynn’s blood ran cold. Milo!!
“What the hell are you doing here?”
To be continued…..