Indeed, I have taken a month or so to update. I was a little occupied with building the house, which took two gameplay days, completely neglecting the game for a whole week, aaand numerous game problems. Well, here you go.
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The new house! Yes, it took a while, and yes. I had to take out a huge loan. A loan that only could have been paid off by selling the children.
As you can tell, the house is, for the most of it, modern. Here’s the living room!
Spice’s friend Emeral gave him that painting as a wedding present. It’s a promotional artwork from their favourite video game, World of Watermelons.
This is the stunning kitchen. I kept the posters from before, because I just couldn’t part with them, and Spice didn’t really want to get rid of them either.
The nursery is adorable.
Even the laundry room is great. The toilet is kind of an emergency toilet according to the architect, but I don’t see how that makes sense seeing as there are more than enough bathrooms.
Outside was beautifully done, in my favourite shades.
After the wedding, I dwelled on that morning all day.
Spike Pineapple was my boyfriend in high school. He was a rebellious kid, that one guy who all the girls would look at from the corner of their eye and bite their lip, smiling. He only ever looked at me because I was neither a dancer nor a nerd. He said he felt like I was the only one in the entire school who would get him. It never felt like I was just a silly little girl who was twitterpated with the bad guy.
We would sit on the far end of the library and read books together, hiding away from everyone else. When there was soccer practice after school, we’d sit in the distance, watching and making fun of the jocks who were obviously trying to show off. The relationship lasted for several years.
Until I saw him with her.
I was arriving late to the graduation party and I looked up at the mirror on the end of the hallway at my hair. I didn’t normally care about things like that but I decided that my graduation should be special.
I saw in the corner of the mirror, my boyfriend and best friend smooching Lemon, the head dancer that he knew I hated with a passion. She was the one who would sneer at me when I walked down the hallways and mumble something to her clones.
But there they were. I stomped up to them and ranted at Spike for what seemed like forever. Everyone who was previously smiling and dancing looked at us, while Lemon stood there with her jaw dropped and her eyebrows knotted together.
I ran out the door, eyes tearing up and failing to see what was in front of me. I wanted to melt into a puddle. Henceforth began my new relationship with fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches dipped in chocolate. That was a long time before I picked myself up and went to law school.
I didn’t want to tell Spice just yet. I wanted Spice to think about me as the smiling, successful girl who had the secret of happiness, not the sullen, angst filled teenager who got cheated on and ate her feelings. Maybe I would tell him in a few months. Maybe in a few years. It would come up.
In the weeks that the house was being built, Brulee and Tim’s last toddler moments were floating away on sawdust and maple leaves. Halloween passed, and it was a sign that my own children were going trick or treating next year.
We decided to finally have a birthday party, seeing as the twins deserved that. Of course, this had nothing to do with the fact that I really wanted to show off the new house.
Of course, we had to invite both my friends and Cinnamon’s friends, and this did include Spike, who was apparently his best friend. This was when Cinnamon told me how they met.
“He was a little upset after his girlfriend broke up with him. It must have been the only time he ever showed something other than a devil may care, doucheberry attitude!” Wait, he was affected by this? Are you kidding me? I decided I was going to ask him, confront him about it after all these years.
“Well, well, well. Spike. You have some fudging nerv– no that’s mean.. hi Spike, how have you been, I misse– ugh no. What are you do– If it isn’t Spike Pineapp– why is this so hard.”
Everyone arrived to the party fairly quickly, and I still had seen no sign of Spike anywhere. On the other hand, Cinnamon and I hadn’t seen our friends since the wedding and had time off work to settle in, so it was a bit of a reunion.
“Taffy! It’s Vanilla, or don’t you remember your best friend?”
“Pear and Peach Creamsicle here, Toffee! We bought toys for the kids!”
“Cinnamon, it’s Emeral! I knew you hated it, so I brought shrimp cocktail.”
“Hey, Toffee. It’s Pummelo, I brought mac and cheese, so could you not insult my cooking too much?”
Part of me was just happy the twins could finally take care of themselves, another part of me was the sad mother that didn’t want her kids to grow up. Spice mentioned that we would also be able to think about Brulee’s… condition.
Tiramisu looked eagerly at the cake. He seemed pretty happy to finally be growing up.
They blew the candles out together. Or rather, Spice did and Tiramisu sprayed all over the cake.
“Tiramisu darling, don’t you think that’s a little big?”
“No, not really.”
“Spice!” “Yeah–” “Smile!”
“Both your eyes are literally glowing in this.”
Maybe we were picking Brulee as the favourite, but I think it was just to make up for the fact she didn’t have our hair or skin colours.
You could see a mark on her neck, the same mark I always saw on Spice’s neck. Maybe we could give her a cure now she was older.
As the ending of the party was starting, I heard another voice from the door. Familiar, yes. Cinnamon responded with:
“You really took your time, didn’t you Spike?”
He walked into the door.
The next day, my boss called me in. Fudge, what did I do?
The Macaron Legacy: A Berry Sweet Rainbowcy 
