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Generation Seven Chapter Thirteen (Brigitte)

“We’re moving.” I looked at Aimee in slight shock. I hadn’t even known they’d been thinking about it, and now my twin sister had announced she was moving.

“Moving? But you can’t!” I said. Aimee shrugged.

“We found a nice house near the beach. We’ll still be in Starlight Shores. But we have to be realistic. Brigitte, there are nine people living in this house, and Martin could move back at any point in time. I love having our children all together in the same house, but Jess and I discussed it and it really is the best thing,” she said.

“There’s plenty of room here,” I said, “Also, what about this silly thing that Uncle Ambrogio wants us to do, with that heir thing? You can’t leave until that’s decided.”

“I discussed it with Uncle Ambro. I thought Eilidh would make a brilliant heir, and he agreed. It’s up to you to agree,” Aimee said. I shook my head defiantly.

“No. No, I don’t want my child to have that kind of pressure,” I said, “I don’t want that for her at all.”

“Don’t tell her at all. That’s my suggestion. I know you were feeling sort of stuck with your family here and Martin in Bridgeport, but Brigitte… this will leave you free to go to Bridgeport with him,” she said.

“I guess you’re right,” I conceded, “And I don’t have to tell her.” Aimee smiled at me and hugged me.

“I know you don’t like the idea but Jess and I and our girls need our space now. There are too many people in this house.” I nodded.

“Yeah. It’s for the best.”

And a few days later Aimee, Jessica, Elspeth, and Isla moved to their new home.

Meanwhile I was trying to organise with Martin us moving to Bridgeport to be with him. He said that he wasn’t sure that was such a good idea, that his work might be shifting him somewhere else again soon. I told him that when he found out where to find a decent house with room for the family. Aimee was right, I should move with Martin. He was my fiance and the father of my children, and we needed to be a family together.

Martin had another visit and it was so good to see him. It had been a few weeks since the last one, due to things at work being difficult. He told me that they still wouldn’t tell him if he was being shifted somewhere else or not. It was getting incredibly frustrating. I just wanted to live with Martin as a family and marry him. We had been engaged for so long. Eilidh was at school and Hamish was three.

During this frustrating time, Uncle Ambro decided to get another inventing table. He had really missed it. His magician career was given up, though I think he’d given it up years ago.

He quickly got on to making another time machine. I swear, those things were like crack to Uncle Ambro and Aunt Rose. Once of them was always exploring through time.

The stories they came back with were always interesting though.

Eilidh was also working on her art. She really looked up to me, and she was getting quite good, actually.

When Martin came back for his next visit I met him at the door, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him.

“I missed you,” I whispered.

“I know. I have good news though. They’re moving me again. But they’re moving me back. I can move back,” he said.

“You can? Oh, really? You’re going to be living here again? This is fantastic! I can’t wait to tell Eilidh that Daddy is moving back home!” Martin grinned at me.

“I know. I was so happy when they told me.”

“We can get married!” I exclaimed. Martin smiled.

“Yes, that means we can start planning the wedding,” he said. I shook my head.

“That’s not what I meant. We can get married right now. I don’t want some big show and dance wedding. I just want to be married to you. I want you. Let’s do it. Let’s get married now,” I said. Martin looked at me with the most dopey expression I’d ever seen on his face.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, love,” he said.

And in that hallway, next to our front door, on the day that my wonderful Martin told me he was coming home for good, I became Mrs Brigitte Birch.

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AN~ And that is the end of Generation Seven! I’m so glad it ended on a happy note. It wasn’t going to when I originally started writing it. But this is how it was always supposed to be, I just didn’t know it. But very soon Generation Eight will be beginning!

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Generation Seven Chapter Twelve (Aimee)

It was soon confirmed that Jessica was pregnant. We were going to have another baby! We were both so excited. We felt like this would complete our little family.

Before our little one would be born, though, it was time for little Eilidh’s birthday. She was ready to start school already!

What a beautiful young lady! I know Brigitte was so proud of how she was turning out. Sure, she was a bit of a diva sometimes, but she was a good girl.

She was into art as well, like Brigitte.

Brigitte hung up Eilidh’s first painting in the hallway. Eilidh was so proud that her artwork was on display. She really looked up to her mother.

Jess and I were really looking forward to the new baby but we had to be careful not to neglect Elspeth.

I spent plenty of time with my little Elly.

She was such a happy little girl.

Jessica still kept up with her fitness even when she was very heavily pregnant. I thought she was nuts, but it was important to her.

Soon Jessica went into labour and I had to rush her to the hospital for the birth of our next child. It was interesting being the person on the other side, and a lot less painful, as hard as Jess squeezed my hand.

She gave birth to our second daughter who we named Isla.

Our little Isla was so beautiful. We now had two gorgeous daughters. A perfect little family.

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AN~ I know this chapter is short, I wanted to get it out so I could get the heir vote rolling, which I will put up soon. Aimee and Brigitte may have more children in the future, maybe just maybe, but I already have 9 in the household and I don’t want to push my computer too much. Anyway, there are four options for the heir vote. 

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Generation Seven Chapter Eleven (Brigitte)

“I have to go away.”

“You what?” I stared at Martin for awhile.

“For work, I have to go away for two months. I hate to leave you but Aimee, Jessica, Ambro, and Rose are here to help you with Eilidh. I will definitely miss the both of you so much,” he said.

“No, I understand. Just call all the time, okay?”

“I promise I will. I love you, Brigitte.”

“I love you too.”

A couple of weeks later, he went away. I had to keep reminding myself it was only for a couple of months, he would be back. He called most days.

Only a few days after Martin had left I’d started to feel sick. I had my suspicions that I was pregnant again.

This wasn’t the only news. After Martin was away for a month he called me in the middle of the day. I answered curiously, normally he called me at night, which was when he was normally available to.

“Martin?”

“Oh, God, Brigitte, I am so sorry. They want me to move here permanently. They want me in Bridgeport,” he said.

“But you can’t. You live in Starlight Shores. Your fiance and child are in Starlight Shores!” I exclaimed.

“I know. But either I move or they make me redundant,” he said. I sighed.

“But I can’t move there. My life is here. I’m not moving Eilidh here. Aimee is pregnant, you know that. I know she has Jessica but I want to be here with her. It will be good for Eilidh to have her cousin around. Martin, I can’t do that.”

“I know, love. We’re just going to have to put the wedding off a little. I can come visit all the time. Maybe when Eilidh is older you can move here,” he said.

“Not only Eilidh. Martin… oh I hate saying this over the phone, I should be able to tell you in person. Martin, I think I might be pregnant again. I’m going to do a test soon, but if I am we can’t go anywhere for awhile. My family is here, Rose is a good doctor who I relied on last time and will need again. I don’t think I could trust anyone else.”

“I understand, Brigitte. I’ll visit as often as I can,” he said. We talked for awhile longer, then we hung up. I went to Aimee immediately.

She pulled me into a hug.

“Oh, Brigitte, you have to go with him. We’ll be fine. Eilidh will manage the move,” she said. I sighed.

“I don’t know… I don’t know if I want to move. I need some time to seriously think about it,” I said.

“Do you love Martin?”

“Yes, I do, you know that, Aimee,” I said.

“Sometimes you just have to make sacrifices for the one you love. But you do take time to think about it. Also, if you are pregnant, like you suspect, it’s probably better if you stay in one place. Oh, just think, Brigitte! Twin sisters, pregnant at the same time!” I laughed.

“We’ll both have beautiful babies,” I said.

I talked to Jessica, and she pulled me into a hug and gave me the same advice as Aimee. I wasn’t really surprised to find they had the same thoughts on it without even talking to each other. That’s just the kind of couple they were.

The next day I found out that I was indeed pregnant. Another little child. I was kind of excited, but I was also sad that Martin would miss out on most of the pregnancy and the birth, probably. When I told him over the phone he did sound excited, and started suggesting baby names immediately. He was hoping for a boy this time. I agreed that it would be nice to have one of each.

I set about trying to teach Eilidh to talk. She got the hang of it really quickly, but sometimes she was just really stubborn. Even when I heard her say a word before, she’d suddenly act like she couldn’t.

But she was so cute, so that nearly made up for it.

Time went so fast and it wasn’t long until Aimee went into labour. Jessica had to quickly take her to the hospital and she promised to call as soon as she heard. We didn’t hear anything for hours.

Then we had the call to say that Aimee had given birth to a healthy little girl who they named Elspeth.

Little Elly was absolutely adorable. Her hair was a similar colour to Jessica’s, though I think it was darker, and she had Jessica’s eye shape, though the colour looked like it may have been Dad’s or maybe from Jessica’s side. She definitely had Aimee’s nose though. Aww she was gorgeous.

Eventually I went into labour too. Martin had just gone back to Bridgeport the day before, he had missed it by just one day.

I had a little boy named Hamish. We now had three babies in the house, but Aimee and Jessica weren’t over their baby fever.

After talking (and I think a lot of making out) Aimee and Jessica came to the decision that they would have another one. This time Jessica was going to carry it. They talked to Rose and it was soon arranged for Jessica to become pregnant.

I thought they were crazy for wanting to add another one to this family, but if it wasn’t going to make them happy then why not?

I was sure they would have another beautiful child anyway. Speaking of beautiful children, my little Hamish was such a handsome little man. He had his Dada’s dark skin, but he, like Eilidh, had Mum’s hair colour, and the family eye colour.

I just loved him so much. Martin had come home a couple of times, as well, and he adored him as well. My family was almost perfect. The thing that would make it perfect was Martin being with us as well.

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AN~ My original plans for Martin were much more horrible so be glad it’s only this. So nearly all the children are born. After Aimee and Jessica have their second child I think I will have the heir vote. This doesn’t mean that the generation will be over, but I will need to know who the heir is to decide where I’m going. I’m not sure when the next chapter will be, I’m hoping tomorrow or the next day. 

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Generation Seven Chapter Ten (Aimee)

Awww, my little niece Eilidh was adorable. I think Aunt Rose in particular loved having a baby in the house. She like lived for babies or something.

My singing career was going pretty well. I’d sold a few albums and I had three steady gigs a week in town. But who is interested in that when there was so much else going on in my family?

Seeing Brigitte with little Eilidh made my heart melt. It made me want a child so much, but that was going to be difficult with me and Jessica.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t give up Jessica for the world. But it would be nice to have children. Of course, all these ridiculous laws in place made it difficult for us, even if we were married.

Speaking of married, the bill was finally passed, and Jessica and I could actually get married!

We had a small private wedding on the roof. I’d began to get a fair bit of fame and I didn’t want in paparazzi nosing their way into our wedding. It was about me and Jessica, and the love we shared.

Jessica looked absolutely beautiful.

That first kiss as a married couple was amazing. I was so lucky to be marrying her. The love of my life.

But this wasn’t the only exciting thing happening in our family, either. It keeps going!

I heard the story from Brigitte afterwards. Martin had moved in while Brigitte was pregnant, and one evening he called Brigitte down to the basement, and serenaded her with a composition he wrote himself.

After that is when he proposed. I was so happy for Brigitte.

They were really cute together.

They also made cute kids.

Eilidh was so adorable. She had Mum’s hair, Brigitte’s eyes, and I think she had Martin’s nose. She was the cutest little thing I had ever seen.

She made me want my own child so much. I’d spoken to my family about this desire, and one day Aunt Rose asked Jessica and I to come talk to her in the living room.

“I know how the both of you want a child, and there’s a new procedure if you want to try that. You can take the genetics of both the females and mix them together. It’s all very science-y that you probably won’t understand, but after that’s done, we can inseminate one of you. I have to go to work now, but how about you discuss it and get back to me?” she said. We nodded and she then left us alone to talk.

“Let’s do it,” I said immediately, “We have to do this.”

“Okay,” Jessica said, smiling, “Okay. It sounds like a good idea. Only… who is going to carry the child?”

“I want to,” I said, then smiled at her, “If you don’t that is?”

“If it works, I will the next time,” Jessica replied. I grinned. The next time. I liked the sound of that.

Now, I don’t think you want to hear about the long procedure. We had to go in to the hospital multiple times before anything could happen, and they wouldn’t be able to tell us if it was successful for awhile.

In the meantime, though, I spent a lot of time with my niece.

The most adorable toddler award goes to!

It wasn’t long until it was confirmed that it was successful! I was going to have a baby! As soon as I found out I ran to Jessica.

“I’m pregnant! We’re gonna have a baby!”

“Oh, that’s brilliant! Oh Aimee, this is wonderful, we’re going to be parents!” she exclaimed. I grinned. Yes we were. I was gonna be a mother, and so was she.

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AN~ So I think it’s pretty obvious that I made up a reason for them to have a baby that could be a mix of them hahaha. I love mods but when writing a story like this I need a legitimate reason. Not that my reason sounded very legitimate but it works for this, right? 😛 YAY MORE BABIES!

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Generation Seven Chapter Nine (Brigitte)

“I’m pregnant.”

I was terrified about Aimee’s response. I know that sounds silly, but lets be honest here. I hadn’t even been with Martin for a full year, and here I was, stupid and knocked up, which was completely unlike me, even if I was completely in love with Martin, and there Aimee was, who had been with Jessica for years, but could only recently consider marrying her, and a child was completely out of the question. Her reactions could go from furious that it could be so easy for me, to ecstatic.

“Pregnant? I’m going to be an Auntie! That’s brilliant! Congratulations! I bet Martin is happy!” she exclaimed, then hugged me.

“Um… Martin doesn’t know yet,” I confessed. Aimee looked confused.

“Why on earth not?” she asked.

“We’ve been together nine months, Aimee,” I said, “I’m terrified of his reaction.” She looked at me with pity.

“Don’t worry about it. He became a vampire just to be with you. I don’t think this could scare him off,” Aimee said. I nodded.

“You’re right. Thanks, sis,” I said, “I’ll call him now.”

I then rang Martin, asking him to come over. I was worried, but I had to do this.

“I’m pregnant,” I told him. He was quiet for a moment before he reacted to this news. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but he had a similar reaction to Aimee.

“I’m gonna be a Dada!” he exclaimed. I grinned.

“You’re gonna be a Dada.”

“Oh, this is brilliant news. I know we weren’t planning on any, or hadn’t even talked about it, but… this is fantastic. You’re gonna be a great Mum, Brigitte,” he said.

He then went to touch my stomach, though I wasn’t showing at all yet.

“Oooh. Do you think it’s a boy or girl?” he asked. I shrugged.

“No idea. I don’t mind either way,” I said.

“Neither do I. They’ll be perfect though, with you as their mother,” he said. I blushed.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” I replied before he pulled me in for a kiss.

I did a lot of painting while I was pregnant. To be honest, it wasn’t much different to how I normally am, except my stomach started bulging and my back started aching. And people wouldn’t leave my stomach alone.

Dada and Auntie Aimee in particular loved talking to the baby. Sometimes I couldn’t even tell who was more excited, Martin or Aimee.

Martin was really good at giving massages when my back ached. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him, but then, without him I wouldn’t have even been pregnant.


Aimee and Martin worked together to decorate the nursery. It was so cool, I knew my little bubba would love it in there.

I was walking down the hall (well, waddling) to do some more painting when I saw Ambrogio and Rose. You didn’t see them doing much lovey dovey stuff often, but it was cute that they still did. They had somehow kept their love alive for hundreds of years. That was impressive.

While pregnant I finished writing a novel, as well. It sold pretty well, too.

I was going to do some more painting when I went into labour.

Martin drove me to the hospital and then after what seemed like forever, I gave birth.

Martin and I had a beautiful little daughter, who we named Eilidh.

I placed her in her cot and looked down at her little face. In her few short hours of existence, she had captured my heart completely. My gorgeous little girl.

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AN~ Eilidh is a Scottish name pronounced like Ay-lee. Scottish names are the theme this generation, as you can see. 🙂 And that’s the first gen. 8 child born, though whether she’s an heir or spare will not be known for awhile. 

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Generation Seven Chapter Eight (Aimee)

Brigitte and Martin were together for six months before Brigitte told him about us. I’m pretty sure he already knew we were vampires, but I think her telling him that, and telling him that she has to stay that way because of a promise we made to Uncle Ambro took a real weight off her shoulders. She seemed to really like Martin. I suspected she was in love with him, but it was always hard to tell with Brigitte. Telling Martin that also seemed to make him really think, and another couple of months after that, he came to me.

“Aimee, would you please turn me? Brigitte refuses to do it, but if she’s going to live forever, then I want to be with her,” he said. I smiled at him apologetically.

“While I find that to be the sweetest thing ever, I can’t. If Brigitte doesn’t want to turn you, then I won’t either.”

“Please, Aimee, surely you understand why I want to do this?” he said.

“I do understand, I understand completely. But Brigitte hates being a vampire. I don’t like it much either, our father died because he was in the sun too long, and I like the sun, but I’m going to stay like this now. It’s part of who I am. For Brigitte it’s just something she was born with, just like she was born with her weird brown hair colour. That doesn’t mean she likes it, and you can bet that as soon as one of us has a vampire baby for Uncle Ambro’s sort of ridiculous thing, she’s going to find that vampire ‘cure’. I’m not going to turn you, and I’m not going to do anything to upset Brigitte,” I said. He nodded.

“I understand Aimee. Thanks anyway,” he said, and walked away. I was about to go upstairs when I noticed he was talking to Uncle Ambrogio.

I watched as Martin asked Uncle Ambro to turn him, and Uncle Ambro quickly agreed. He didn’t even seem to think about it, but then, as a vampire, he can think it through very quickly. Brigitte was not going to like this. Afterwards, Uncle Ambro seemed to see me shooting daggers in their direction, and quickly headed upstairs as I stormed over to Martin.

“Are you completely mental? Brigitte is going to be so upset! She thinks you deserve better than this vampire life, and now you’ve gone and done this! She’s going to be furious!” I yelled.

“I’m sorry, Aimee, but I did what I had to do,” he said.

“And when are you going to tell Brigitte? Before or after your transformation is complete? Because either way, I don’t think I’ll see much of you again.”

I turned around and stalked upstairs. He had gone behind Brigitte’s back, and Uncle Ambro had happily gone along with it. I’d be having a few choice words with him, too, I was sure.

But enough about Brigitte and Martin. The local government had just recently put a bill into parliament to make same-sex marriage legal. It hadn’t yet been passed, but I was trying to think positively. Also, there was a lot of support for it, apart from a few extreme religious nutters. I knew it was time to propose.

“Jessica. You are my best friend and the love of my life. I know we’ve already discussed it, but I just need to make it official. Will you marry me?”

“Oh God of course Aimee! I love you!”

“I love you so much,” I said, before kissing her. As soon as that bill was passed, we would plan our wedding. We could even plan some things now.

As soon as I could, I tracked down Brigitte and told her that I was engaged.

She seemed pretty happy.

“That’s great, sis! I’m so happy for you!”

“I’m happy for me too.”

I had a show at the coffeehouse, and I went down early to set up, and Brigitte offered to help. After we had done a bit of setting up I saw Martin had arrived and they were kissing. It was sweet, but obviously he hadn’t told Brigitte yet, and his transformation wasn’t finished. I wanted to say something, but I decided to let Brigitte be happy for just a moment.

The show that night was brilliant. I’d been learning how to play the guitar, so I brought that out to sing with. It was so good that the coffeehouse gave me a steady gig for every Saturday night! I was so stoked!

Martin’s transformation completed and he came straight over to talk to Brigitte.

They argued, then talked, then made up. I wasn’t sure what went down completely, but I did walk into the hallway to see them kissing. Awww.

About a week later, sadly Grandpere passed away. He was getting very old, and it had been coming for awhile. Brigitte and I were especially devastated. He had helped to raise us after Dad died, and after Mum was committed he was what we had, other than Uncle Ambro and Aunt Rose, though they tried to keep out of the way. It really was a miracle he had lasted as long as he did. I did wonder if he held on just to make sure both Brigitte and I would be happy. It would be the kind of thing he would do.

We didn’t have a proper funeral. The only person we would invite was Mum, and she was happy in the mental institute in Riverview. We didn’t even want to tell her that her Papa had passed. We told Grandma Siobhan over the phone, and she sounded pretty upset. Though they had divorced long ago, I think she still loved him. She told us she might visit soon, but she needed some time alone after that news.

About a month after Grandpere passed, I had just arrived home from performing for a school assembly when Brigitte walked towards me.

“I have some news,” she said.

“What is it?” I asked. She looked at me seriously, then opened her mouth to tell me.

“I’m pregnant.”

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AN~ I’m on a roll with the updates! Haha, no, I actually have the next three and a half weeks off so I have plenty of time for simming and writing, and I’m really loving playing the Gilberts at the moment so hopefully the updates keep coming fairly quickly. 

On the ‘Downloads and other things’ page I now have Aimee, Brigitte, and Jessica up for download, and I may put up Martin soon. 

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Generation Seven Chapter Seven (Brigitte)

While Aimee worked on becoming a famous singer, I worked on my art. I felt like I was getting pretty good. My pieces were selling.

I was also dabbling in a little bit of writing. It was enjoyable, and some of my books were selling, though they were being sold under the name of B A Noir. I used my initial, Aimee’s initial, and my Dad’s surname. There had already been a famous writer in our family, Maria Gilbert, though most of her books were lost in time. I know Uncle Ambro has them somewhere. A couple of her books are still sold and read though, they’re known as classics.

For fun I painted a portrait of Aimee.

Speaking of Aimee, she was doing really well with her singing. I hadn’t been to any of her performances yet, so I agreed to go to the next one. This one was going to be at the coffee house.

It was a lot of fun, and it looked like other people were enjoying themselves as well. I was happy for Aimee.

After the show this guy started talking to me.

“You looked like you were enjoying the show,” he said, “I did, too. I think she shows a lot of promise.”

“You do? I’m sure she’d be pleased to hear that!” I said. He smiled.

“I’m in music myself, though I stick to instruments. You don’t want to hear me sing. Not a nice sound,” he said, laughing. I laughed too.

“I might tell her you think that. Aimee is my twin sister,” I said, wondering why on earth I was telling this complete stranger that.

“Really? Are you into music?” he asked. I shook my head.

“No, I’m more into painting, and writing. Still art, right?” I said. He nodded.

“Oh, absolutely. I love all art. I’m Martin Birch,” he said, holding his hand out.

“Brigitte,” I replied, shaking his hand.

“It was nice to meet you, Brigitte. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“It was nice to meet you, too.”

A few days later I headed to the art museum. I felt like my head was about to explode from all my painting and writing, and I knew that the art museum would be a good place to relax.

What I wasn’t expecting to see at the art museum was the guy I had met a few nights before hand. I said hi to him before I went to look at a painting.

While I was looking at it, he walked over and stood next to me.

“I do like a good van Gogh painting, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, definitely,” I agreed, unable to say anything else.

Cute guy who knows art! Cute guy who knows art who was making me act like on of those silly girls. No. I had to be myself.

“So, my sister had a show tonight at Verde Park. Will I see you there?” I asked him. He grinned slyly.

“Heh. You just might. I didn’t know about it until now,” he replied.

“Awesome. I think she has a brilliant show lined up,” I said. He just smiled before walking away.

“Good bye, Brigitte,” he said as he walked. I smiled.

“Bye, Martin.”

Aimee’s show that night was good, I think, but I was mostly watching Martin. I know I should’ve been a more supportive sister, but Martin had really captured my attention for some reason. After the show he talked to me again.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I asked him. He nodded.

“I did, though I must confess, I only came today to see you,” he said. I stared at him, somewhat in shock.

“Me? But Aimee is the one putting on the show,” I pointed out. He smiled.

“I know, Brigitte, I know. But after meeting you at the last show, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. I know we don’t know each other very well, yet, but I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me? We can get to know each other then,” Martin said.

“Sure. That sounds good,” I replied.

“Can I have your number then? So that we can organise a good time?” he said. I nodded. We exchanged numbers and stayed talking for awhile. I could hardly believe that someone had asked me out on a date.

When I got home I saw Aimee giving Jessica flowers and being all cutesy like they do. It didn’t irritate me like it normally did. I was walking on air.

The next day I was heading out to meet Martin when Aimee walked into the hallway.

“Where are you going?” she asked. I beckoned her closer.

“I have a date,” I whispered in her ear. She stared at me like she couldn’t believe it for a second before she jumped and yelled, “YOU HAVE A DATE? OH MY GOD BRIGITTE YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING!”

“I will when I get back. I’m going to be late,” I said.

“You’re going dressed like that?” she asked. I nodded.

“Sure. Why not?” I said. She rolled her eyes.

“Aimee, I’m not going to change who I am for a date. If he doesn’t like me this way then that’s his problem,” I replied. She grinned.

“Now there’s the Brigitte I know and love. Knock ’em dead, hun.” I grinned at her before walking out of the house.

We had agreed to meet up at Mick’s Master Karaoke. Don’t ask me why I agreed to that, but then he said he wasn’t very good at singing, either.

When I arrived he gave me some white flowers. They were really pretty too. Aww, he was so cute.

We then decided to sing some karaoke. We sound truly awful, but it was a lot of fun.

The whole date was so much fun.

The pictures we got were pretty awesome, too.

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