16 Winter Y6
The last couple of days have been quiet. Yesterday I took Herc with me to buy hay from Marnie, but nobody was home; still, it's good taking him to see the corner of Cindersap Forest. And the hay was much needed. 
Today we went to the Night Market for just a little while. Herc was wide-eyed with all the different things to see. When he's older I'll take him down on the submarine. Not sure when to introduce him to the mermaids; there wasn't time tonight, anyway.

But we checked out the produce merchant, and the traveling merchant, and Lupini's paintings; I wasn't thrilled with them this time. There weren't a lot of people at first, but they gradually filtered in—Caroline, Vince by himself, then Maru and Demetrius. Haley said hi, a little stiffly. Elliott too, as we were leaving, graciously. Robin and Seb were at the entrance to the beach just as we were going out, and Seb said, "Bit late to be keeping him up, isn't it?" to which it seemed better to just keep heading home and not say anything at all.

Fortunately Sam was shortly behind them, and I had a just-harvested cactus fruit from the greenhouse, perfectly ripe and well wrapped up, to give him. "Must be the life, cactus fruit every day," Sam said, and came all the way back home with us. He said he didn't mind not going to the Night Market. "I enjoy it but it's pretty much the same every year. This is all shiny and new, why would I miss it?"

Herc was babbling a mile a minute as we put him to bed, and I sent Sam downstairs to work his will on the cactus fruit. Fortunately being out a little late meant Herc was more tired than excited and he fell asleep long before I finished reading his bedtime story to him. And I've rearranged the furniture so Sam and I could really enjoy sitting by the fire. Among other things.

17 Winter
Sam must have been sincere about enjoying himself last night, because there's a note from him this morning! I make a hasty call to Leah. "Can I redeem that date night card?"

"Things are heating up, eh? Okay, you have to get home before midnight so I can hear all about it. I will definitely be bringing popcorn. Metaphorically, at least." she says.

I end up coming back by 11, and she and I break out some ancient fruit wine.

"So...?" she says, one arm over the back of the couch, holding a cup of wine and some fabulously well-aged cheese I got out of the mining chest—it's not like it's doing any good there, we might as well enjoy it.

"I'm just gonna say, Sam's family is snoopy," I start out, and summarize the evening. "Where's a closet when you need it?" I asked rhetorically.

"I was not expecting a hetero relationship to be leading you into the closet," she says, smiling wryly.

"Forbidden love, or something. It all felt... really high school? I told Sam we gotta get him out of his parents' house. Even with Herc upstairs and the baby monitor transmitting his every breath, it's a lot easier to get romantic here."

"So... it's sounding more and more like you have plans to get him out of his house."

"... Yeah. I'm not expecting you to approve, it's a whole can of worms, but..."

Another wry smile. "What you lack in foresight, you make up for in entertainment value. But ever since you said that about being a single mom, I haven't wanted to stand in your way. Not that it would ever stop you."

"I might be growing a tiny bit of foresight... to be honest I'm most worried about Seb's reaction. One of his best friends getting with his ex. And Abi... she's been the most helpful with keeping Seb and Herc connected, and I just keep thinking she's not going to like this."

"Does she have to?"

"I keep thinking as long as they care more about Herc than about me it'll be OK, but it's a lot easier if we can at least kind of get along. And Seb and Abi both... let's just say they are both in touch with their anger."

"OK, Seb I get, but Abi... why will she care?"

"There's something I haven't told you." And I tell her about Spirits Eve. "I mean, I'm not totally sure it was a date date rather than her taking pity on me, but... there's always been something going on there."

"And on your side?"

I sigh. "I don't even know. But I can't figure her out and Sam's an open book."

18 Winter
I'm glad to hand Herc off to Abi rather than deal with Seb being snide—and she and I have agreed that 12:30–5:30 will work better for all concerned. As far as I know, Abi doesn't know about Sam, who seems to want to keep things private. Open book doesn't mean he's indiscreet.

That doesn't mean I'm not super nervous when I arrive (ACTUALLY ON TIME), but Herc's glad to see her and she swings him up on her hip as naturally as can be. "Ready to see your papa?" she asks him, and he burbles happily, and I feel jealous of the three of them. I can't sort out who I'm most jealous of. All of them, apparently.

"Thanks for being the ambassador," I say.

"My pleasure," she replies. "Herc's fun, and Seb's loosening up. You bring out the best in your daddy, don't you, Herc?"

"Glad to hear it," I say, not sure if I'm glad.

"Yeah, he has to stretch a bit, but it's good for him. Gets him out of his cave."

"Kids are harder than frogs, I guess," I say.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm glad this whole thing is working," I say, give Herc a kiss goodbye, and head off to bomb the quarry.

I still can't manage to remember to get Herc down for his nap in time and up to the Mountain House in time and carry bombs for the quarry, let alone get my mining blessing, so the Dwarf makes a tidy little profit out of me and the haul isn't great. But mega bombs make a very efficient way of clearing the quarry. And the noise and smoke and running around picking everything up makes me feel better. I'm telling myself there'll be two groups, Herc and Sam and me on one side and Herc and Seb and Abi on the other, and it'll be fine, right? Once Seb and Abi make the adjustment. And me.

19 Winter
The last couple of weeks have been more profitable than ever. I would never have thought that being a single mom would be good for my bottom line, but I guess obligatory staying home and tending things is good for business. Plus Herc and I have nearly completely cleared out my backlog of truffles.

20 Winter
I wish I could have brought Herc along to give Evelyn her chocolate cake, but I can't work it in along with his nap. George is grouchy, Alex isn't home, and Evelyn's decorating the Winter Star tree, so there's not much chat. It is what it is.

I can never manage a clean, Seb-free handoff with Sam, because they come into the house together, but I come close by leaving Herc with Jodi a few minutes early. Which means a happy wave from Sam and a frosty glance from Seb as they pass by.

Thank goodness for the evening routine. Leah and I are caught up, so once I've passed out beers, I have pizza with Shane, who's in a good mood, not least because the Zuzu City gridball team is looking good for the playoffs.

And then Sam comes in with Herc, and we have our usual walk home, and this time Sam reads Herc his bedtime story, or at least the first few pages before Herc zonks out, while I decide it might be time for something stronger than cactus juice and Sam agrees enthusiastically once he comes down. And for the time we're able to spend together I can enjoy contentment. I could get used to this... Am I ready to?
 
22 Winter Y6
Truffle backlog is now completely cleared. Herc is sadly perplexed when there is only one to put in the oil maker.

However, I got an invite from Sandy to come visit her in the desert, and I will never turn that down, so Herc and I go enjoy the sand and heat and picking up coconuts. He and Sandy adore each other. I'd never thought of her as having mom energy, working in the lobby of the casino, but wow she does.

The last couple of days I have been mulling over proposing to Sam. He still feels awfully boyish, but he makes a happy father figure, at least once a week, and he's as easy as he is youthful, and Herc is always happy to see him. So... I call Leah to suggest we celebrate her birthday with the Starfruit Special Reserve wine, and ask if she'd be willing to babysit the day after.

"Babysitting, yes. But... I have birthday plans."

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Mmmmm... I can neither confirm nor deny that there's something I'm not telling you."

"But you know all my secrets!" I say.

"I don't think that's humanly possible. Also, I don't know what's afoot with the babysitting right before the Feast of the Winter Star."

"Pretty sure you can guess, though."

"As I recall things were kind of ambiguous?"

"I've decided I can go for the person I can figure out."

"Whose name begins with S?"

"Yes."

"Okay! I have winkled your secret out of you."

"Bah, it wasn't a secret. I'm bummed we're not spending your birthday together, though."

"It'll just be an extended birthday!" Leah says cheerfully. "And upon your return you can tell me how things go."

23 Winter
I really am bummed that I'm not spending Leah's birthday with her, even though a day's delay shouldn't be a big deal. Or maybe it's more that she's not telling me what's going on, and that feels like a shift in our friendship, and not a good one.

But that gives me the proper gloomy frame of mind to cull the slimes in the old hutch. That, and the fact that I am not going into a new year—and, I hope, a new marriage—with my slime situation still total chaos.

So by the end of the day both slime huts have a similar fence configuration, I've remembered to get a Dark Statue in the new hutch along with a ridiculous number of incubators, and slime eggs are brewing or whatever it is they do in there.

And rain totem is deployed. Ancient Mariner, here I come.

24 Winter
Ancient Mariner was accosted, pendant is in hand. I'm determined that I will not be getting married in Winter again, so Leah was disappointed not to have good gossip yet. But we had a good chat and I feel better about our friendship.

"It's not that I don't want to be talking with you, I just don't know what to say or really what's going on," she tells me. "Same kind of 'is it a date or not?' thing you had going with Abigail. And I don't really want to say anything specific to you until I know... and have the requisite 'how out is okay' conversation, but I don't even know if it's ever going to be time to have that conversation." She bites her lip. "And I'm not sure how it's going to go if it ever does happen. Maybe not the way I want it to, and then I have some tough decisions to make."

Sprawled on the couch, she looks over at me and says, "So it's been a real rollercoaster. But it's nice to say this much."

"You want a hug?" I ask.

"Oh, yeah," she says, so we get very platonically close on the couch. And, yeah, our friendship is changing, but not for the worse.

25 Winter
Willy didn't immediately come forth with the story of the Winter Star, so this is the week of winkling things out of people. After a little cajoling, though, he was happy to "tell the little tyke his first Winter Star story." I didn't know anyone used the word tyke. Herc seemed appropriately, ah, star-struck.

Seb was not; he was surly. I wish he'd think more about the effect he has on Herc when he does that. I think Herc inherited his dad's emo side and he was visibly distressed.

But I gave Pam parsnip soup and Emily gave me pumpkin pie, so gifting went just fine. I forgot to put out milk and cookies for Santa, but Herc got a new Junimo plushy anyway. After all the festivities he absolutely would not stay in bed. The plushy was a grand success, which didn't help. He just wanted to get out of bed to show me, and then talk to it in Herc-speak... which sounded awfully Junimo-like. Which was cute for 15 minutes, not so much at midnight.


26 Winter
Wow, not only have the slimes hatched, a couple of them bred instantly, and there's an extra little red guy in the new hutch. It's nice to be excited about the slime hutches instead of dreading them again.

And, with today's loadout, I now have 1,300,000 in the bank. Maybe I'll talk to Rasmodius about that golden clock after all.

28 Winter
The marriage pendant has been burning a hole in my pocket, but Sam was so pleasantly assertive about making out last night that I didn't give it to him until we surfaced, he looked at the time, and said, "Oh Yoba! I have to get home!"

"You don't have a curfew, do you?" I say, suddenly wondering just how boyish he is.

"No, but Mom worries if she wakes up and I'm not home, and then Dad gets edgy, it's just easier all around if I get home at some reasonable time."

"Okay... this might not be the best timing for this, but I don't want to wait," I say, and pull out the marriage pendant. "Want to be my lawfully wedded husband? Then your mom won't have to worry when you don't come home."

He takes the pendant, blushing, and admires its shiny iridescence for a moment. "I accept!" he says. Then he grins impishly and says, "You won't mind if I don't go banging on Lewis's door immediately? I think we're getting married on the 3rd, best case, but I promise to go as soon as he and I are both awake."

"Guess you'd better go home and get to bed promptly," I say.

We have a brief little disagreement about that, now that he's less worried about his parents, but I'm not sad about how it resolved. He's an excellent kisser.

So today I've been dashing around in a daze, but there's plenty of grass starter down, and the marriage pendant has found its home, so all is right with the world. As long as I don't think too much about Abi and Seb.
 
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