Thank you for sticking around for more “I Love ‘Rory”!
Thank you for sticking around for more “I Love ‘Rory”!
“I Love ‘Rory” is filmed in front of a live Simmer audience…
You’re gonna notice… I don’t have any big storyline going on right now. It’s just gameplay. Big chill time. So here goes… Sit back and relax.
The family spent time in both Willow Creek and Brindleton Bay. Dorian and Izzy wouldn’t let their daughter slip out of their life and came up to Brindleton to visit often.
They had a pretty good reason to do so…
His name was Jett.
Aurora and Austen’s little green son!
(In his randomly assigned CAS outfit… this is pre-makeover.)
Aurora: “And you thought I lived in a hovel out here.”
Izzy: “But it was a hovel when you moved it. Austen’s mother told me this was called the murder shack.”
Aurora: “Mommy… don’t mock my summer house.”
The best way to do yoga… outside. At night. While asleep.
Izzy: “You know, you’re not a bad guy. I’m glad my daughter stumbled into your backyard instead of some creep. You’ve made her happy and that makes me happy.”
Aurora: “So… how long are you going to stay, Mom?”
Izzy: “Why? Are you kicking me out?”
Aurora: “No… no…”
One of my cats in real life sleeps like this too.
Cristal came to visit.
Cristal: “So did you know that Vicente has an older son? Remington. He’s such a good boy. He’s at home taking care of Noel. So that way I can spend some time with my favorite sister!”
Aurora: Munch munch munch. “I’m your only sister. Are you asking me for money?”
Aurora and Austen went over to his parents house and made a wonderful discovery. His family’s cats had kittens!
Austen: “Are those kittens?”
Aurora: “Austen, no…”
Austen: “Mom, you didn’t tell me Nori and Bacon had a litter!”
Aurora: “I’m out. I’m gonna go chill in the pool.”
Austen: “Hey little guy…”
Austen: “You’re a fiery little dude.”
Mila: “It’s hopeless. He’s in love.”
Aurora: “What is with you weirdos and cats?”
Yup. Austen was indeed falling for the weird looking pink kitten.
Random cuteness of Nori and her other kitten.
Austen: “I’m taking this kitten home.”
Jett, after a haircut, playing with blocks!
Damn that’s a lot of dirty dishes…
Paint slinging while sick. That paint looks like Slime. Gross.
Austen: “What’s this?”
Jett: …! Don’t care.
Grant grew up. Into this weird looking beast.
He then hooked up with Beryl…
And together they had Sapphire. This weird looking adorable kitten.
Amy visited. I don’t think she likes the woods.
And Sapphire waddled around making me go Awwwwwh!
Emily was home and full of life…
Aurora and Austen were relieved and thrilled.
Dorian and Izzy came over to visit their granddaughter.
Emily: “Grandpa like spots?”
Dorian: “Love spots.”
Izzy: “She seems excited by her new pattern.”
Izzy: “Don’t be a worrywart. She’ll get by just fine. She stands out in a good way.”
Dorian and Izzy gave Emily all the snuggles.
Dorian: “How’s the construction on the new house?”
Austen: “… Eh.”
Aurora: “Don’t worry Daddy. We have it under control.”
Austen: “We were going to go up Brindleton Bay for a few months until the baby is born. While the weather is nice.”
Dorian looked over at his granddaughter. The idea of not seeing her for a couple months sucked.
A few minutes later…
Izzy: “Emily Grofield! What are you doing, Ma’am?”
Emily ignores her and goes about thrashing around in the cupboards.
Aurora ignores them both and goes about grabbing a snack. Pregnant girls gotta eat.
Izzy pulled her granddaughter out of the cupboards.
Izzy: “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Emily: “Nana! Nana! Look!”
Emily: “Look Nana! Kitty!”
Izzy: “Yes, that is a kitty.”
Izzy just got played by a toddler. +1 for Emily.
A little while later Austen’s family came in to help them make the trip up to the North…
Austen and Brayden talked. Izzy made this look. No explanation besides she thinks they are both dorks? I guess.
Brayden: “You guys all packed?”
Aurora: “Almost. Emi wouldn’t let us pack up her toys.”
Brayden: “Hey grandson, behave for a while.”
Before they could go to their summer home, there was a party to attend…
Dorian and Izzy got old.
This red haired guy is Jack. Aurora’s cousin from mom’s side.
Aurora gave her Mom big hug and was given weird smiles by her Uncle Poe.
It was time for Izzy to take the plunge into old age.
Cake was eaten.
Izzy and Dorian came over to Aurora’s for dinner. Amy stopped by.
Amy stared at shock at Aurora’s Dad. Izzy stared in disgust at Amy.
Izzy: “Are you pregnant and wearing a latex dress? Have you no shame?”
No. No she does not.
Amy: “Awh, Mr. Aurora’s Beefy Dad… you got old. It’s okay… you’re still alright looking.”
Izzy: “I’m right here, Brat!”
Emily woke up and whined. She was feeling unusual…
Unusual how? Well she couldn’t put it into words. She was too little to know how to explain the grumbly sort of bleh she felt.
The only way she could express herself was to cry for her father.
Her father rushed into the room. She lifted her arms for him to pick her up.
Austen: “Emi?! Are you okay?”
Emi babbled. Her vocabulary was too tiny for this. She balled her fists up in frustration.
Her father made soothing sounds and she heard a familiar word among his sentences. Mommy. Mommy was coming.
Emily: “Not feel good.”
Austen: “I know, Princess. We’re going to make you feel better. We promise.”
Aurora ran up the stairs as fast as she could. Across the room, Austen cradled Emily in his arms. Her skin was snow white now with an unusual hint of pink.
Austen: “We need to get her to the hospital. Think you’re up for the ride?”
Aurora: “Never mind my morning sickness. I’ll deal. I’ll pack her bag.”
It only took a few minutes for Aurora to pack her daughter’s bag. She picked up her child and looked to the heavens. Why was this happening to her family? Was there someone up there that took pleasure in causing misfortune to her and the ones she loved? If there was… could they please spare her daughter?
Aurora knew in her heart that if she lost Emily, there was a chance Aurora wouldn’t have the will to live. She also knew that she needed to be strong for herself and for her unborn son. They were going to make it through this. All four of them: Emily, Aurora, Austen, and their son.
That evening, Saint Sul Medical Center…
Emily Archer-Grofield had been admitted mid-afternoon. Tests had been run with no clear conclusions.
Aurora and Austen sat in their daughter’s room. Tension and worry weighing them down as they sat in the faux cheerful room.
Finally, the doctor came in.
Dr. Moody: “Good evening, I’m Dr. Moody. I’ve been reviewing your daughter’s case.”
Aurora didn’t even bother with the dot, dot, dots.
Dr. Moody checked on the toddler. She was sleeping soundly.
Austen: “So how is she?”
Moody: “We’ve stabilized her. She should be fine.”
Aurora: “Oh thank god.”
Dr. Moody crossed the room and took a seat in the corner.
Moody: “We aren’t out of the clear yet.”
Moody: “We still don’t have a clear idea as to what caused her condition. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Austen: “What does that mean?”
Moody: “Her condition could worsen at anytime and we might not be able to–”
Aurora jumped to her feet.
Aurora: “I’m not going to lose my daughter!”
Austen: “That’s not what he was going to say.”
Aurora: “No! Doctor’s never say what they mean! He’s just being a wiggle worded bastard!”
Austen: “Aurora, sit the fuck down and calm down.”
Aurora: “No! I’m not going to sit around and– I don’t know, but I’m not going to do it!”
Moody: “Mrs. Archer…”
Aurora: “No. Don’t even fucking start. You know what– I’m out of here.”
Austen: “Aurora, come back here.”
Aurora started to run out the room. She was pregnant, so it was it was more like a fast waddle.
Austen stood up and grabbed her by the wrist. He gently pulled her to a stop.
Austen: “Rory… stop it. I know you’re scared, but…”
Aurora: “I can’t lose her…”
Austen: “We’re not going to lose her.”
Austen: “Come here you. We’ve got this. Emi is going to be just fine. They are going to make sure.”
Moody: “Mr. and Mrs. Archer. I’d like to run some genetic analysis tests on the two of you. To see if Emily’s condition could be a hereditary genetic condition.”
Aurora: “Nnn… like it’s our faults?”
Moody: “No, no one is at fault. You said your family suffers from acute chromatic metamorphism. Is that correct, Mrs. Archer?”
Aurora: “Uh yeah.”
Moody: “And I see that you have a distinct case of biluminous retinas, Mr. Archer.”
Moody: “The dual shade of your eyes. It’s a genetic mutation more common in the north. Unlike Mrs. Archer’s eyes which are a most unusual dual tone. There’s actually no medical term for it.”
Moody: “I’d like to take some DNA swabs to take a closer look at your genetic makeup.”
Moody moved into stick a swab in Austen’s mouth. He jerked backwards.
Aurora rolled her eyes and stood up.
Aurora: “I’ll go first.”
Austen: “You’re really good at opening your mouth to stick… swabs in.”
The doctor tried not to snort in laughter as he continued to swab. Aurora shot her husband a dirty look.
Austen left the room to have his done so Aurora couldn’t counter with the same joke.
A few days passed and Emily’s condition stabilized to the new normal…
She woke up cranky and alone. Her parents were getting some coffee.
She sat up and gave a bratty look. She was definitely back to normal. At least as far as emotionally and internally.
On the outside… well the treatments had worked to stop the shifting. Her skin however wasn’t quite normal anymore… She had patches of green on her gray skin. An odd mix of her parent’s colors.
Aurora and Austen didn’t care. Their little girl was whole again and that was good enough for them.
They took her home as soon as they could…
And they were both glad to have her home.
Splotches or not. ❤
Their general practitioner doctor had no idea was wrong with Emily…
Her fever was gone and she seemed to have regained her energy, but her hair was still jet black. The doctor told the family to keep on an eye on the child and take her to the hospital if her condition worsened.
Amy spent way too much time at Aurora’s place.
It made her do things she normally wouldn’t do… Like wash dishes.
Emily was getting a little bigger…
Austen: “Do you want a massage?”
Aurora: “Have I ever turned on down?”
Austen: “Massage then we spend some time downstairs while this one is taking her N. A. P?”
Life went on after the wedding…
Life mostly consisted of spending time with Emily and teaching her all the things a tiny kid needed to know before they became a bigger kid.