It was only one year after I was married that my heir was born. Not my one hundredth child but my heir. My true heir. I had been waiting to see if this child was the one since the moment that my daughter had announced that she was pregnant but it had been impossible to tell until the baby had arrived. I had known that Eliya had been was going to be the parent for most of her life if I was being honest about it. She had always given me the same feeling that my father had when I was in his presence. I had managed to ignore it for most of Eliya’s life. What good would it have been to tell her, I had been afraid of the damage the knowledge would cause my growing daughter and with the childhood’s of my children fleeting at best, it had seemed best not to say anything. In the end she had known without me ever having to tell her.
“I’m different, aren’t I”, Eliya had asked. She and Mika were due to leave in a couple of hour and Eliya and I had finally found a quiet moment to talk.
“Mum, please. Just tell me. I think I’m old enough to know” she insisted.
I hesitated, really didn’t want to tell her but she did deserve to know. “Yes”, I finally answered.
“Why you? Why me? Why your grandfather? I don’t know? It’s really all the same question and I’ve never had an answer but I’ve always suspected it has something to do with your father both he and my grandfather had similar origins. Not that I know much about your father.” I explained, remembering a time when my own father had explained my grandfather’s background to myself and my siblings. “Grandma was never above manipulating a situation.”
“So it’s going to one of my daughter’s”, she had asked, concerned.
“I believe so, but I can’t be sure for all I know it could pass to a son.” I explained. “I’m sorry Eliya, there is so much I just don’t know”
“What do I have to do?”
“Eliya, you just need to be yourself. Live your life. Date. Get married or don’t. It’s up to you, Eliya. Your life. Your rules!”
“…had an accident” I said, instantly seeing her worry. “A tragic accident, yes, but still only an accident. Nothing more. My Grandmother’s parents lived a long, happy and healthy life. You are not destined to live my father’s life or to die like he did.”
I think she had felt better after that, at least she never let me see her worry. I couldn’t blame her, it wasn’t like I would want to wish my fate on any of my family. Not that it had been all bad, I loved my children. Every single one of them, admittedly I was closer to some of my children more than others but I had never regretted the birth of any of them. I also had an enormous amount to be grateful for and there were people now in my life that where there because of my destiny.
Eliya and Mika had decided to attend university together and it was there that Eliya had met her future husband. I had been happy for her and at the same time I was worried. Eliya had grown up around my craziness, her new husband hadn’t and his reaction when he found out that my daughter had dragged him into the family drama worried me.
I hesitated on the steps suddenly nervous.
“Are you okay?’ Dale asked.
“Mhmm”, I murmured. “How does one say ‘You’re child could be the one that has to bear One Hundred Children”?
“You’re asking me?”
“No, not really” I admitted, “I’m just…nervous. My mother threw a vase at Grandma’s head and banned her from the house when she found out”.
“Really?” he laughed, “I would have loved to have seen that!”
I looked up as the front door to the home opened and the next moment my daughter was in my arms.
“Mum!”, Eliya said, hugging me. The swell of her belly telling me why the invitation to visit had come now and immediately stole my attention away from my daughter.
“It’s a girl”, I said, my hand dropping to her stomach. I had no idea how I knew that but I was sure. I was also sure that the baby she carried was my heir. I dragged my attention back to my daughter. “I’ve missed you!” I told her, “the house has been so quiet since you and Mika moved out”
“That doesn’t surprise me” she laughed, hugging me back before pulling away and turning to hug her step-father.
“Hey, Eliya” Dale said hugging my daughter, “We’ve both missed you!”
“I’ve missed you too, Dad!” I watched them as Dale’s face lit up when she called him Dad, something that she didn’t always do.
“You have to promise me that you’re not going to freak-out” Eliya said, all of her attention was still focussed on her step-father.
“Why would we ‘freak-out’ “, I asked.
“Not you mum.” Eliya said, not taking her eyes of Dale.
“It’s not like Marshall and I planned it and I don’t look like Mum, at all” Eliya interrupted, looking towards me. “It’s only when I was certain that I loved him that I even explained about mum. he knew I had a large family. I just never said how large” she said, glancing at Dale.
“Marshall?” I asked, suddenly knowing what had her worried. “You mean..?”
“Yeah..”, Eliya nodded.
“It might be easier if you just told me rather than making me guess” Dale finally said.
“Right” I said nervously. “Marshall is…” I stopped explaining when Marshall himself stepped out onto the porch drawing the attention of all three of us.
After a slight pause Dale was the first to speak. “Okay, I’m almost certain I don’t need that explanation any more.” Dale said bluntly.
“You don’t?” Marshall asked.
“Really? I said, at almost the same time.
“Luc, we saw Paitar and the girls just last week and not one of them look anything like their mother but they do look an awful lot like Marshall. Especially Paitar.”
“… has your eye and hair colour but not much else” he interrupted laughing, taking hold of my hand and squeezing it.
“Everytime” I said , leaning up to kiss my husband.
Dale smiled at me before turning his attention to Eliya. “I hear you are making dinner for us!”
“Yeah, why?” Eliya answered, warily.
“When did you learn how to cook?” he teased, putting his arm around her and turning her towards the house.
“I could always cook!”, she protested.
“That’s not how I remember it.”
The two of them continued to bicker as they made their way into the house.
“Everytime” I repeated as the door closed behind them, finally turning my attention to my daughter’s husband. “Hey Marshall”
“Hey Lucia” Marshall greeted me before asking. “Everytime?”
“Dale always manages to surprise me. Every single time”, I replied. Our attention was suddenly drawn to the house when we were interrupted by a shout from Eliya.
It was time…
And here she is the heir for Generation 3: Joanne
A/N: Joanne and all of her younger siblings were born in Story Progression. I didn’t deliberately match her parents together but after they had three children without any assistance from me I decided to let the relationship stay together rather than ignore that it ever happened. The babies were just too adorable.
I kind of like it. Lucia was born after I chose her father for my wishacy heir and he chose his own partner, so to me Eliya choosing her own partner felt like the right thing to do. I will most likely show some pics of Eliya and Marshall and their little family as I get ready to start Joanne’s generation. 😀