Romantic Camelot Cove

Throughout their relationship together there had been many things to fight about between Guinevere and Abhijeet, but the one subject they had always returned to was money. Most couples fight more about money than any other subject, and this had proven true for the Cornwells. Guinevere had always been irritated by the fact that Abhijeet’s job paid him so little and also by the fact that he didn’t seem to be advancing as quickly as he had once promised her he would.

Though she had tried to keep in mind that it was his dream, and therefore none of her business, Guin had found herself struggling with the fact that she made more money than her husband. She had always wanted to be able to stay at home and look after her children while her husband maintained a job. It would have been easier for her all along if it could have been that way for her family, but unfortunately the bills had to be paid and it was her cheque that paid them.

The woman had always wanted to be able to support the man she loved. His dream was to be a chef with his own television show on the Yummy Channel. His dream had always made Guin smile and even chuckle a little to herself, but it was Abhijeet’s dream and she was in no position to interfere with it. In the meantime she would just have to work as hard as she could to support their family.

And although she might never admit it, Guinevere was proud of her husband. He did work and study hard to get the promotion he dreamed of. It just seemed that he always got overlooked when it came time for the interview process to begin again. Perhaps it was because his employers were so pleased with his work that they wanted to keep him where he was. Neither of them would ever know the answer to that.

The change from fast food to restaurant work, however, was a boon. Even if it weren’t for the raise of 300 simoleans a week, it also meant that they had more time together and more time for their daughters.

One night Guinevere and Abhijeet were spending a long-overdue evening resting on their bed together. Abhijeet had already changed into his lounging clothes for the evening and Guinevere had grown quite fond of her uniform. Abhijeet had told her he liked the way she looked in it, and now that they had more time together she felt as though doing those little things that made him happy were more important than ever.

“It feels good to have more time to spend together, Abhijeet,” Guinevere told her husband with a broad smile as she snuggled up against his shoulder. It felt comfortable like this, warm, solid, secure.

He kissed the top of her head and held her gently in his arms. “Now that the girls are growing up and we have more time together — And no more diapers! — I think things are going to get better for our family, don’t you?”

Guinevere smiled and wrapped her arms more tightly around her husband. “I think so,” she whispered softly. “I love you Abhijeet.”

“I love you too,” he said, pulling her more tightly to him and pressing his lips to hers. It felt warm being like this together, cuddling on their bed in the romantic glow of the room. It wasn’t long before romance turned to passion and they fell asleep in one another’s arms, not to awaken until the morning sun had begun to creep in through their windows.

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Things were beginning to look better in the Cornwell household. Though Guinevere and Abhijeet still had little or no time to talk to one another about how they would deal with the problems in their marriage, both could sense the return of the love they had once felt for one another. It was a good feeling that was accompanied by a warm glow that seemed to follow both of them around much like the previous black cloud over their heads had done. Both were finding that they were enjoying the time they had with their daughters more than they ever had before and the atmosphere in the house was much more relaxed.

Work, however, was a constant struggle. Guin suddenly felt that she didn’t want to go to work every day and that when she was gone from the house she missed her daughters so much that she was only waiting until the end of the day when she could return to them. And there was a strange ache in her belly that told her that she missed Abhijeet too. If only neither of them had to work so much things would be better, she often thought to herself. But quitting their jobs wasn’t an option for either of them. Eventually they’d find some time to spend together and make things right again. Even on those precious days off it seemed as though there was too much to be done with two youngsters in the house.

Though it was painful knowing that both wanted a resolution, they also both knew that in order to find it they would need more time to spend together. Therese was growing up, and as she got older day by day, Guinevere realized that she felt she was missing her daughter’s babyhood. Morgaine would rush to the car to greet her mother when she arrived home for work, though Abhijeet was always too late and arrived home when the child had already been put to bed. Morgaine would sometimes ask why she didn’t get to see as much of her father now that she was in school, and Guinevere had begun to feel her daughter’s pain. She tried to make things better by giving the little girl as much of her own time as she could, though that didn’t make up for Abhijeet’s absence.

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Family: Cornwell

Spouse: Guinevere Cornwell

Character Type: Townie

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Family: Cornwell

Spouse: Abhijeet Depiesse

Character Type: Legacy Founder/CAS

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For the next six months the family relationship was strained. Guinevere had tricked her husband into making her pregnant and Abhijeet felt betrayed by her dishonesty with him. If they couldn’t trust one another, who could they trust? So much time had passed already that he barely remembered his brief affair with Christy Stratton. They never spoke any more and he thought he probably wouldn’t even recognize her if she walked down the street. In fact, he was finding that he had less and less interest in Christy, though occasionally another woman would catch his eye. What was important to him now was his daughter and he was beginning to realize he was willing to risk anything to strengthen their bond.

Abhijeet thought frequently about leaving the home to Guinevere and finding a place of his own where he would have the freedom to do the things he wanted to do and to pursue his own interests. But he also realized that his leaving would hurt Morgaine, and so he continued to muddle through as best he could. He was hardly attentive to Guinevere during her pregnancy and she didn’t ask him to be. Truthfully the couple rarely spoke anymore and seemed to have little interest in one another. What had once been had died down significantly in the meantime and both were aware that if things didn’t improve they were going to find themselves pursuing other ‘interests.’

Abhijeet had a lot of thinking to do. Guinevere was nearly due with their second child when one day he looked at Morgaine and realized something important: He loved his family more than anything he had ever known! He’d never wanted children — they just weren’t part of the package he was interested in, much to the dismay of his parents. What he wanted was women — lots of women — and a job as a Celebrity Chef. Those had always been the things that were important to him.

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It wasn’t long after their marriage that things started to disintegrate in Guinevere’s and Abhijeet’s relationship. The pregnancy had gone well and Abhijeet had been attentive to Guinevere’s needs, but there was something missing on a deeper, more emotional level. Both felt unfulfilled in one way or another, and each privately questioned their choice of getting married. Though it had been a decision that had taken much thought and consideration, now it seemed as though they had rushed into a situation and that their friendship was quickly dissolving. Guinevere was focused on Morgaine and Abhijeet on his job and it seemed that all too often they were nothing more than ships passing in the night.

The effect was pain on both sides of the relationship so that they barely spoke to one another any more for fear of saying or doing the wrong thing. They shared their bed and wherever possible the responsibilities of taking care of their infant daughter, but it wasn’t enough. Each had other desires they wished to pursue and it was placing an enormous strain on the relationship.

It was around the time of Morgaine’s first birthday that each began to really consider doing something drastic. Unfortunately each had their own opinions of what would save their marriage, and each conflicted with the other’s idea of what was right. It was the night before Morgaine’s birthday party that they decided to sit down and have a talk.

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Life is made of dreams and dreams Guinevere Cornwell had in spades. She’d grown up as an orphan and barely remembered her parents, who had died in a fire when she was three years old. Since then she’d skipped from one foster home to another, never feeling as though she belonged anywhere, always feeling as though there was nobody to turn to, nobody to rely on, nobody to comfort her when things became difficult. It was a lonely existence and to defeat her loneliness she had retreated into the world of dreams and fantasies.

She wrote in her diary every night and it remained one of her most prized posessions.

“One day I’ll meet him,” she wrote one night when she was sixteen and living in a particularly lonely place with no other youngsters and just a couple of old folks to look after her. “The man of my dreams, my knight in shining armor. He’ll take me away from this place… We’ll get married and have lots of children together and he’ll love me… Just like my father loved my mother.”

Of course she knew nothing of her parents’ relationship, but it didn’t matter. It was her fantasy and that fantasy was important to her. One day, she told herself continually, she’d fall in love and get married and have a family just like she’d always dreamed of. She’d have a family with lots of children to love and to love her. One day she’d make that dream a reality.

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