Madelyne Langarek, daughter of a Black Widow: 1.2
Warnings: An overdramatic blonde, cheating, bastard children, a child wearing makeup. Cursing and nudity, perhaps. I forget.
So, we decided on a guy. Well, I should say, Kellie decided. I was against him.
My points were: A young guy, living with his mom, a flunk out from college. Blonde.
Her points were: A young guy, out of college, blonde, owns his own business.
It wasn't hard to get him interested in Kellie. The only real problem was convincing him she didn't want a relationship.
Just mindless, physical stuff. He found it hard to believe. 'But, you know, don't middleaged women like commitments?' he had asked.
Kellie was pissed. Middleaged? She couldn't even believe to think anyone COULD think that she was middleaged.
But, after the convincing was done, and Kellie was over the middleaged incident, it wasn't too long before... Well, mission accomplished.
From the minute it actually settled in that WE WERE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY IN THE HOUSE, well, I couldn't stop fussing over Kellie and the little fetus. Would it be a boy? Or a girl? Would it look like my beautiful Kellie or like the snotty kid who knocked her up? Grey eyes or green?
Barbie got pretty excited, too. She whined and whined until we let her help set up the baby's room, changing her mind before she decided on white furniture, and a blue and yellow theme.
She spent so much time with Kellie during the first few weeks of her pregnancy, throwing out baby names she thought would be cute, expressing her opinion that boys just weren't good and that the baby should be a girl.
Jessica, Alisha, Amy, Sarah, Bristol, London, and Paris were some of Barbie's favorite names. We didn't like any of them.
We did the whole family thing. It was really, really nice. It made me want to call Mom, talk to her again.
Get in touch with the little ones, see how big Ana had gotten. God, I miss them. I wonder is Jackson ever got himself a girlfriend?
Oh, yeah, random, but my daughter dreams of moving to a big city. Get herself an apartment, go to parties, that sort of thing.
I really hope she's actually too young to be thinking about that, and that I'm not just old.
Barbie's been making friends. She's been active in a lot of places, joining a drama club, expressing an interest in Japanese culture.
She started to become quite popular. I remember that. Popularity... But I wasn't popular in the sense that I had a lot of friend. I had the ladies.
The biggest thing that jolted me into a state of hyper OHMYGODMYBABYISGROWINGUPDON'TLETITHAPPEN was that she bleached her hair.
Despite all the friends, the expensive hair treatments, all the toys she could ever want, and a sibling on the way, she wasn't happy.
She started acting out, ruining things, getting mad over small details, like her hair wasn't curly enough.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was wrong with my child. She got nearly everything she wanted, almost right away.
She didn't have to worry about money, or if the guy her mom started dating might turn out to be a complete jerk.
I eventually started to realize, my daughter was just a spoiled brat.
I have to give credit to mom. I may be gay, Polly-Anna may be a slut, Javier may have been a teenage father, but hell. She raised good children.
Even though it annoyed me incredibly, I couldn't stop spoiling Barbie. I would get up in the middle of the night, just to make her something to eat.
Kellie usually got up with me, which was good, seeing as she an Barbie usually had more to talk about then I had with my own daughter.
I got out of answering one of the difficult questions, sliding off the hook without any effort on my part.
She also asked 'Well, what do you and Mommy do, then?' and 'Then how come you're pregnant?', and I didn't have to answer either of them.
I'm so freaking glad.
As she got bigger, Kellie got more and more excited. The first time the baby kicked she freaked out, barely able to stop from crying, she was so happy.
She also started to change. She wanted to be more 'elegant' now that she would be a mother.
She still was willing to be silly and have fun, but wanted to change to be more 'elegant'.
I tried to do the whole 'instilling love of music at an early age' thing, that I had tried with Ana. It was fun.
As the big day approached, we had ourselves a nice little wedding. Not used to gay folk, Bluewater Village didn't have any laws against same-sex marriages.
We were officially the Mrs. Madelyne Langarek, and her bride, Mrs. Kellie Langarek.
We never got a call from Gilbert, though he must have known that Kellie was pregnant, and must have known it was his!
I'm glad. I hadn't wanted that sort of thing to happen. What if he had wanted something to do with the kids lives? That would suck. I didn't want to deal with it.
And then it was time. Oh god, I remember hearing Kellie scream, and I picked up the phone and called an ambulance.
Twelve and a half hours after the first scream, we were the proud parents of Prue Elizabeth Langarek, with green eyes and brown hair.
And her identical twin sister, Eileen Katelyn Langarek.
After the birth of the twins, Kellie was.... relatively uninterested. In just about everything. Content to just watch T.V.
I took over tutoring Barbie, something that Kellie had previously done, due to being the smart one of the family.
And by the time the twins hit two, I needed Kellie's help again. They needed to do everything at the same time. Though, she did seem to favor Prue.
Not that I cared so much. Eileen was a sweetheart, and never made a big fuss, so I was fine taking care of her.
Lucky for us, there wasn't much of a sibling rivalry, because if they found that they couldn't get our attention, they'd just spend time with eachother.
Though, they often left Barbie out of the mix.
The biggest problem we had with the girls was food.
Eileen was a big eater.
And she always won, in the fights over food.
Over time, that separated the twins, and Prue and Barbie started hanging out, sharing a passion for dance.
While Eileen was clumbsy, preferring sports to ballet any day.
And I am VERY proud to say, she's good at it, too!
Time put a wedge between Kellie and me. I loved her, I cared about her, but she was uninterested. Ever since the girls were born, she only seemed interested in sitting in front of the T.V., paying attention to the lastest star gossip.
Barbie started dating. The worst part about it is that she started dating a much older man.
The football coach, which she had met while cheering for the school's squad. I had her break it off, uncomfortable with my baby dating... that sort of man.
I don't even see why she needed a man. She had tons of friends, who were always at our house. But they just 'annoyed' her. They weren't 'adult' enough.
I started to feel very worried for Prue. She looked up to her elder sister as a role model, and I didn't want her to think that boys were more important than friends or grades.
But she was smart. It must be in Kellie's genetics. She 'didn't work hard' but her grades were good- not perfect, but not in great need of improvement.
I'm not so sure about Eileen. She seemed a little... I don't know. Slow. Bored. She wasn't into school.
But on the upside, she didn't seem to have any problems with friends!
She had a problem with fitting in with her fitness crazed sisters, and it bugged her immensely.
She tried it once... and her words were 'Never again.'
No, she was content to stay as she was. She was happy.
And that's all the matters, right?
~*Bonus pictures*~
Let us all swoon over Madelyne Langarek. -swoons-
MAID. You're NOT watching the birth. You are OUTSIDE. That is all.
Barbie: I want to interact. I want to interact. I want to interact.
WhatsherfaceJaquet: Ew. I look like an old crone!
Just a picture of my Florence Delarosa, who is incredibly cute.
So... That was it! I haven't updated in forever, but, I hope you enjoyed it! I haven't played farther than this, but I do not think I'll play them again until after I get Apartment Life.
I have an idea! Sorry if it sucked... I didn't really have a plot. I was mad at myself because it got off of the 'black widow' part of the story.
But don't worry, it comes back! Barbie is insane, you know. She'll be into killing. But, while she is heiress, being Madelyne's only genetic child... The next update will be seen from the eyes of Eileen! Who I luffs greatly. She is just so cute. Thank you for reading!
