Tuesday, 24 July 2018

2.2 No it Can't Wait



Naomi wakes up with a start, her stomach churning. 




She rushes to the bathroom and retches into the toilet. 

It's probably just work stress, she tells herself. 




While her coffee brews, she places her hand over her stomach which is still weakly grumbling. She hasn't been polishing the podiums for very long but she's already been assigned a bunch of different errands. 



She sits down with her hot cup of coffee and relishes the taste. After this she needs to get ready and then go to City Hall... 

She didn't have to be so worried about getting the job. For whatever reason not many people were leaping at the opportunity to clean desks and run back and forth the building to get coffee for people and the day after interview they emailed her back. 

She can only hope that she'll get a pay raise and different responsibilities soon. She can't count how many times people have looked at her with annoyance for being even slightly behind in giving them their caffeine. She can understand not being able to function without a boost... but the amount of caffeine these people ingest is insane! 

But it's not her place to judge. They pay her, after all. 




As Brianne said before they graduated, fall is just around the corner. Naomi has to pull on a jacket and gloves before she goes to work now. 

Hopefully she doesn't mess anything up and her shift will go by quickly...




Her shift goes by quickly, indeed. Her boss sends her home after finding her running to the bathroom to throw up two hours into her shift.

"See a doctor, it's probably food poisoning or something," he said, pushing her out the door. 

Naomi frowns; just because she vomited doesn't mean she can't do her job! She fidgets with her gloves, not feeling like calling the doctor just yet. Her pay for today's going to get docked... 

Her mind quickly turns to her mysterious illness. What did she eat? Is something more serious wrong with her? Is she dying!? 

Only one way to find out. 



***


Calvin scowls deeply. He was sleeping off a hangover when Naomi called him in a panic and insisted that they meet up right now and no it can't wait, Calvin! 

"What is it?" he demands irritably, "And why the hell are we meeting in a dog park?" Naomi couldn't stand being cooped up in the house. She hasn't been allowed at work for just a day but she feels like her leave will never end.



Naomi winces at Calvin's tone, "I went to the doctors...and...we're going to be parents. I'm pregnant." 

Silence hangs between them for several moments. 




"You're...what?" Calvin's legs actually go weak. This can't be happening. 

Naomi bends her knees to look him in the eyes. His breathless expression makes her heart beat rapidly and anxiety lances through her veins. She unconsciously grips a handful of her hair. 

"Pregnant. I'm going to have your baby Calvin! Calvin what are we going to do!? I don't make a lot of money, I can't support a child! What will people think!? young, unmarried..." 



Naomi's words go into Calvin's ears and right back out again. He looks away from her tired, anxious face and tries not to freak the fuck out right there. 

He was just out partying with the guys backstage last night, like he does most nights when he isn't with Naomi. They were on top of the world, having a blast... he can't be a father right now! 




Naomi's sniffles snap him out of his panic. He instinctively wraps her into a hug. 

"Don't worry," he says to them both, "We'll figure something out..." 




Naomi's tears don't stop, but she clings to him desperately. 

"How can you be sure? Neither of us make any money! I'm not even getting paid maternity leave! My boss just promised that I could keep my job once I get back, like that's supposed to help!" 





He pulls back, projecting a weak confidence that he does not at all feel. 

"Don't worry," he repeats, "We'll pool our resources... my parents... well they won't be thrilled at first, but they had kids young too. I'm sure they'll help us." If they don't, they're absolutely fucked, but he doesn't say that. 

All Naomi can do is try and accept his false optimism. 




For the time being, Calvin spends all the time he can with Naomi and their baby. The temptation to keep going out at night with his buddies is nearly crippling. His phone is turned off when he leaves the theatre. The pictures of the crew out at some house party claw at him whenever he turns it back on. 

"Thanks for coming over again," Naomi soft voice brings him back. 

He manages a thin smile, "Of course I did. Where else would I be?" 

Both of them know the answer, but Naomi pretends she doesn't. 




They decide to distract each other instead. 



But when the lights are off and Calvin is asleep, her mind goes full throttle. What if their money isn't enough? What if she can't go back to work? Will her boss even take her back? He said he would but what if they find someone else to replace her while she's pregnant? Will her body recover quickly after she gives birth? 

Will the delivery even go well? Can her body handle giving birth to a baby? What if she's crippled after the birth? Is this worry bad for her body? Will the baby be ok? What if something goes wrong and she can't go back to work? Will Calvin's parents still help them? What if they need to sell the house to get more money? Where would they go? 

She tortures herself with questions she can't answer every night. 

Calvin falls asleep easily, but some of his dreams become nightmares. Being fired, having to grovel for a promotion...




He wakes up in a cold sweat. He powers his phone on to check the time. 5 AM. He wipes his forehead. Staying at Naomi's house is still strange for him. In his house his parents, cousin, and three younger siblings are all at home, even if not at the same time. Their TV is on at all times of the day, his siblings argue with each other (if not with him), or his parents are cooking or talking to someone or Isabel comes back from work with a story. Naomi's house is just...too quiet. 



He tries to shake off the disturbing silence by making breakfast. He tries to stay quiet for Naomi's sake, but even the noise of egg shells cracking or a spoon or whisk clinking against a bowl is better than nothing. 



When Naomi wakes up, Calvin is just pulling the waffles out of the oven. What she notices, though, are the shooting pains in her back. 

"Calvin? Calvin! Calvin, please..." she calls out desperately. 




This happens most mornings now. Calvin comes over quickly, ready to massage. 



"Does that feel better?" 

Naomi nods, and then a thought pops into her mind. "I miss coffee." 

Calvin laughs, "Well you can sleep in, you know?" 

"With this back pain? You must be joking." 





Calvin leans forward and pecks Naomi on the lips. 

"Let's just have breakfast." He hopes it'll distract Naomi from her concerns. 



"Where are we even going to put a nursery?" she raises practical matters. 

"Your mom's old room?" 

Naomi mulls it over, "But what if she wants to visit? Where would she sleep?" 

"Well, is she coming by soon?" 

Naomi looks down as she picks at her waffles, "...not exactly." 

He looks up, "So no?" 



"She hasn't answered any of my calls," Naomi says. 

Calvin looks up, shocked, "Does she even know we're having a kid?" 

"...not exactly," Naomi forces herself to admit. 

"Naomi! We could use her help, you know!" 




"Look, I don't want to talk about this. I'm going to take a bath." 




Calvin scowls. 

Why are he and his parents on the hook for all of this? 




He goes to the gym to blow off some steam. 




The burning in his muscles doesn't really provide the release he's looking for, though. 




His brain drifts to the parties he's been missing the past few weeks. This doesn't seem fair at all; his girlfriend gets pregnant even though they were careful, she won't even ask her mother for help, and he has to pick up the slack? Why does his life have to change so much? He's not even 19 yet! He should be like his friends, not having to worry about family stuff and going out at night. 



He hops off the treadmill. There's no point in staying with Naomi tonight, he thinks. Not when they're both so stressed.

He turns on his phone and sees texts from his co-workers about a band in town that wants to go out and have some fun tonight. What better way to unwind? He types a message and presses "send". 

Sounds fun, I'm in. 



Naomi, unaware of Calvin's plans, cleans the bathroom vigorously after her bath, her mind darting back and forth between her pregnancy and her disagreement with Calvin. 

It's not her fault her mother hasn't returned any of her calls! And Calvin has no idea what kind of reaction her mother would have if she knew she was pregnant so young. She's nothing like Calvin's parents, who have a large family! Her mother would explode! 



But still, his words stay with her. All she's done is call and then hang up. There's no way her mother could know that she's pregnant yet. She stares at the phone for a very long moment before picking it up gingerly. She enters the Starlight Shores prefix and then the other digits. 

She tries to swallow her anxiety before pressing call. 



The phone rings and rings and rings and right before Naomi considers hanging up, someone starts speaking. 

You have reached Sage Silverly. I'm not at the phone right now, please leave a message with your contact details so I can get back to you promptly. Have a nice day. 

The phone beeps. 

"Hello mother, how are you? I have some news..." 

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AN: I'm sure no one saw this coming. 



Anyways, some rolls are revealed! 

Naomi and Calvin...are a couple living together! Naomi is working in politics. 




Monday, 23 July 2018

2.1 Work to Do


Sage is awake and waiting for Naomi the day after her graduation ceremony. 




"Naomi, now that you're officially an adult, I wanted to tell you something." 

"Oh?" Naomi raises an eyebrow. 

"I was offered to play in the Starlights Shore Orchestra after my gig there with the Riverview Orhestra and I accepted..." 



The rest of what her mother tells her doesn't register. 

Mother is leaving? 
She's going to live alone now?? 



Sage can see that this news isn't good news for her daughter. 




"Oh Naomi, for goodness sake," Sage loses her temper, "You're 18! You have a job! You'll be fine without me!" 

"I quit my partime job at the graveyard, it didn't make sense to keep working there as an adult." 



"You...what!?" Sage can't believe what she's hearing. 

"There're high schoolers that need that money more than I do! There aren't many other jobs in this town that fit school hours well. I didn't know you were leaving, I thought our bills would be covered while I looked for work!" Naomi defends herself. 



"How could you do something so irresponsible?" Sage seethes, "Do you even have an interview set up?" 




"Mom, I'm sorry. I just didn't know you were going! I've been looking in the ads-,"




Sage shakes her head, "Unbelievable. Just when I thought you were ready to live alone." She takes out her wallet and stuffs several hundred simoleons into Naomi's hand, "This should last you at least a few weeks. You'll have that long to find your income from somewhere else." 




Over the next few days, mother and daughter hardly speak. There's too much packing to do. 

A taxi beeps outside. "I suppose this is goodbye, Naomi. Take care." 

"Goodbye, mother..." 



And then...Naomi is alone. 

The washing machine shatters the silence with its signature groan and fountain of water and smoke. Naomi screams and leaps with surprise. 

How is she supposed to do this!? What if something breaks that she doesn't know how to fix!? What if she doesn't find a job before her money runs out!? 



She can fix the dish washer this time... but if the switchboard short circuits... or the boiler stops working... or the furnace malfunctions... what is she going to do?? 




Anxious and shaking after the dish washer is repaired, she calls on an old friend. 




Brianne and her mother have been travelling in distant cities to celebrate her 18th birthday and Michelle's gone to see her father preform in Bridgeport. Naomi doesn't feel comfortable enough with other people to invite them over... except for Calvin. 



"Thanks for coming over," Naomi says, smiling with palpable relief. 

"Yeah no problem. Sorry for leaving things kind of weird last time..." Calvin feels like an enormous asshole. 

 "Ah, so you do hugs now?" Naomi teases.



"If you insist," he says with a fake sigh. He opens his arms widely and Naomi gladly accepts his embrace. 

"Hey, what's wrong? You're shaking." 



So she tells him. Her mother just up and left with only a few days notice. She has no job and no other money but what she saved from working at the graveyard and the money her mother gave her. 

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she finishes with a tearful sniffle. 

"Aw, don't cry," Calvin says, just as much out of sympathy as from discomfort. He rubs her arm softly.

"And I'm sorry for making this so weird! I know you're not my boyfriend or anything, and I shouldn't be crying on your shoulder and you don't like me that way anyways, I was just...you know I like you and I do feel a lot better seeing you." 

Calvin looks surprised, "Who ever said I didn't like you?" 

"You did?" Naomi's now even more flustered, "Not that long ago??" 

"Yeah well... I kind of lied." 

She holds onto his waist for support, "What?" 

"Look you got all weird and distant and said we should just be friends!" 

"I was only saying that because of...of my mom. I still like you, Calvin." 

He rolls his eyes, "Great. Nice to know that now..." 

She winces, "Sorry. I guess I was too late." 

His face softens and he wraps an arm around her waist, "Not...necessarily..." 



They spend a very long time just kissing. They have a lot of time to make up for, it seems.

Alone in the house for the first time, and excited that their feelings are mutual, the new couple moves on to Naomi's bedroom... 




But Calvin has to disentangle himself. He has work to do. 

"I'm sorry, but it's my first shift. I shouldn't be late," Calvin apologizes, pulling on his grubby work clothes. Working backstage isn't exactly glamorous, but his folks wouldn't leave him alone about having a job after high school, so here he is. 

"I'll see you later then." 




The following days are busy for them both; Naomi's job search brings her to city hall. They're looking for someone to polish podiums for below minimum wage. 

Any wage's a wage, Naomi tells herself. She can't exactly be choosy right now. 





Her former debate coach Mrs. Crosby, greets her outside. 

"Naomi, so good to see you!" 

"You too, Mrs. Crosby," Naomi says with a smile. Mrs. Crosby's her only academic reference on her CV, and thus her only hope at getting this job. Regardless of that fact, it is nice to see her. She'll never forget being able to captain the debate team!



"Oh, call me Heather! You're not my student anymore," she says with a good-natured wink, "Not that you ever were technically my student." Heather's full time job is as the mayor's aide at City Hall; her stint as a debate coach was to get Riverview's youth engaged with local politics. 

It seemed to work on one of her students, at least. 

Heather looks up at the rain, "Let's get inside dear. I heard that you applied and I was just so happy that I wanted to escort you myself!" 

Naomi smiles, "Thank you Mrs... Heather. Lead the way!" 


***


The interview goes by in a blur. Naomi's not sure what kind of impression she made, but she's glad that it's over. She glances at City Hall one last time before turning the key in the ignition and beginning her drive home. 




She feels her heart accelerate when she signs away a third of her funds for the bills. 

She prays that the interviewers call her back soon. 





She practices her responses to questions in the mirror. In case this job doesn't pan out, she needs to be better prepared for interviews. 



Finally at two in the morning, she falls asleep, exhausted. Her dreams are dominated by work and money, all sitting on a dusty podium. 

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AN: I moved Sage out of the house. I felt like playing Naomi on her own and playing Sage has been really boring since she got into the classical branch. This generation will start fresh. Now obviously Naomi still has some funds left, even after moving Sage into a small house, but shhhh the story.