Generation 1: Chapter 3

Next morning I woke up because of the sun in my eyes. Wait what?! Sun in my eyes? I was not lying anywhere near the window! But what window? The house was gone, only thing left was the bed I started with.

I was in rage, where had our house gone. What had he done?
Last night in my dream, he explained, I am 100% sure I heard the voice of Pinstar, telling that no real legacy founder would user the savings off their newly found love to build the house, so I had to donate the 20.000.

So we went to the library to find some jobs, could I become a fisherswoman? No sadly not, what about a daycare then, that could be fun. Negative, that was not possible either. Then a writer? Yes, bingo, I was going to be a great author.

Shaowen wanted to be a professional cowboy, but that was not a real job. I told him about the entertainer branch, but that was not really him. As a joke he said I want to be an Astronaut. I did not take it as a joke and sent him training, astronauts need to be fit for fight!

Working hard, and living with only the most necessary things, on a plain spot of land was not always the most exiting thing.

So we had to make it exiting. *Hides under the blankets*

And even though life was hard, life had to go on, and we where soon expecting. It was a little kicker and Shaowen loved to feel when the baby moved.

From the front you could nearly not see that I was pregnant, but on my grin you could maybe guess I just completed something, my first book.

I hurried to the mail box to get it published, lets see the money get rolling in now!

That night we both sat down to read and talk, I needed to read for my career, and Shaowen always had a need to read just one book more, he was a little nerdy cowboy. But the reading was roughly interrupted from some pain.

The crib was ready, now I just needed to give birth to our first born, why it be a boy or a girl?