Everyone helps with Wesley. It means a lot to me.
We had one terrifying evening when the wood stove went up in flames. Jesse acted very quickly. I think it’s the first time I really saw the soldier he was in his other life.
After that, I think we all felt just how mortal we are.
Wesley was terrified by the fire, and it was a long time before he really felt safe. It was probably useful in the end, though. We didn’t need to yell at him to stay away from fire
Jesse is so sweet with his son that it brings tears to my eyes. I think he was made to be a father.
Samuel also got into taking care of Wesley.
When I’m with Wesley, I can let out an inner child that doesn’t get much outlet in our hard work to live here.
Who knew that being a mother actually could make you feel younger?
After a system crash and a mad playing/posting spree on my primary legacy The Samples, I’m back here on Waypoint. I’ve been playing a lot in the last few days, so there’s plenty to catch up on.
Apparently, the bathtub thinks that Samuel is an adult. Hmmm….