Arturo didn’t tell Chana about his plan. He didn’t want to tip his hand that anything unusual was in the works. They were trying to save up for Samuel’s bedroom for when he was old enough to need one, and so he’d started stashing extra simoleon’s in a secret bank account. He took to playing for tips more frequently and all the money from there went directly into his extra fund. Just before Samuel’s birthday, he looked at his bank account, over 1,000 simoelons stared back at him. He grinned.
“What do you think about February 17th?” he asked.
“It’s next month.” Chana frowned. “What special about February 17th?”
“For our wedding. It’s not Valentine’s day, but it’s close. And the venue I had in mind was booked up till then.” Arturo waited. He wanted to see Chana’s face when she figured out what he was proposing.
“Our wedding?” her eyes lit up. “But, what about Sammy’s bedroom? We’ll need to add on to our house next week after his birthday.”
“I’ve been saving extra money into a wedding fund.”
“Oh,” this time she was speechless.
He reach across the table and took her hands. “I’m sorry, I know this was important to you. I shouldn’t have put it off so long.”
Her reaction was exactly as he suspected.
It was unsurprisingly sunny on Sammy’s birthday. Chana spent the morning outside with her baby while Arturo worked with the contractors to add a small room to the back of their house.
They’d already bought all the furniture they’d need. They’d planned to have a party, but with all the wedding plans, Chana’s attention was split and she decided not to do anything special. This wasn’t a birthday he’d remember anyway. So they should be fine, it wasn’t likely to traumatize him. Just after noon, they had Sammy’s small party.
He aged up well, Chana thought. Smiling as her little boy raced through the rooms of their house like a hyperactive rocket jet. Yes, she’d have to get those monkey bars for him soon. Luckily she had extra money squirreled away as well. How sneaky of Arty to hide a wedding fund her. She was used to them just scraping by, so despite his job going well, she hadn’t even suspected that there was more to the story.
She was getting married (finally) in less than a month! She’d already picked out the dress and Arty claimed he had the perfect venue. So all that remained was the invitations.
“Mommy? Can I go outside?” Sammy said speaking a mile a minute.
“Just don’t leave the yard.” She agreed. Although with 64simacres, he could probably get just as lost in the yard as outside it.
Samuel E Huffman, he thought. Although mom calls me Sammy. He wondered briefly if he wanted to be called Sammy as opened the front door. The sea in front of him drove that question from his mind. The view from up here was amazing! Like a painting. Laughing he raced off as fast as he could, giving his legs a good stretch. It felt wonderful to be free to run as he wished. He wheeled throwing his arms out and turned, heading back towards the house imagining he was bird in flight. Could he fly across the sea? What was on the other side?
Mountains with dragons, perhaps. Or maybe burried treasure and pirates? He would sail over in his big ship and conquer the monsters and gain the treasure for himself. Sammy wasn’t the right name for a pirate he realized suddenly. No one would be afraid of a Sammy. Sam, he nodded to himself. Sam the one-eyed pirate, terror of the sea. He took out his camera and snapped a picture to commemorate the moment.
He raced inside. “Mom, can I go fishing?”
She was writing something on a large piece of fancy paper, scissors, pens ,and colored pencils strewn around. “I’m kind of busy right now.”
“Please? I know where it is. I’ll be careful.” He didn’t want to have to wait for her to be done. It looked like she’d just started whatever she was working on.
His mother looked him over carefully. A stern expression on her face. “Okay, but very careful.”
He nodded. “Thanks!” And was out the door as fast as his legs could carry him. Down the slope in front of their house to the beach below.
A proper pirate knew how to feed himself in the ocean. Sam One-Eye was no different.
Arutro returned home from work to find Chana immersed in a huge artistic project. He gave her a quick peck on the top of her head and looked down. Of course, she’d be working on that. He smiled.
“Oh!” Chana looked up alarmed. It was already dark outside. “He went fishing a while back.” She stood up quickly, but Arturo stopped her from racing out the door.
“I’ll get him.”
“But what if…?”
“He’s fine, I’m sure. How about you put this away,” he waved at her project, “and we can have dinner when we get back.”
Their first family dinner, Arturo thought with pride, looking over the table. Despite talking a mile a minute about the mermaids and sea monsters he’d faced, Samuel was still the first one done eating. He was practically bouncing in his chair waiting for them to be finished.
“Want to see your new room?” Arturo asked. The contractors finished in the afternoon, but he’d forbidden Samuel from going inside yet. All the better to surprise him later.
“Can I?” Samuel’s eyes were big with excitement.
Arturo caught Chana’s eyes and they laughed. They could hear him jumping up and down on the bed.
“It won’t break,” Arturo assured her. “I made sure to buy the extra sturdy one. I thought he’d be a bouncer.” He looked over at the pile of paper Chana had moved aside for dinner. “Want to show me what you’re working on?”
She showed him the invitation. “It’s perfect. I’ll make copies tomorrow after work and we can mail them out by the end of the week.”
Author’s note: Hope you enjoyed the Samuel spam! I love this kid, although I regret that this game doesn’t show genetics well while they’re children, so it’s hard to see how much of Arturo he’s inherited. Also we had a bit of a computer failure today; I had a nice handcrafted invitation, but my scanner refused to work – so you get the better computerized version semi-based off an actual wedding invitation I created last year. We’ll pretend half my fonts and all my stamps weren’t missing after I upgraded to windows 10.