The Gates Legacy 3.2
warning: sim vomit
The first thing the couple did was play video games. Not what everyone would want to do on a date, but they both seemed to enjoy it.
After awhile, Riley's stomach started aching and all she could manage before racing away to the bathroom was, "Jones, I don't feel so good."
"Riley, are you okay?" Jones stood on the other side of the bathroom door, concerned for his wife.
She wiped the vomit from her lip and washed her hands thoroughly in the nearby sink. "I'm fine, honey. I'm fine. I probably just ate some bad food, is all."
Later on, she challenged him to chess.
Though she used her pieces wisely, Jones still managed to take down her king. She slammed her fist on the board and demanded a rematch which he so willingly agreed to. Of course, Jones beat Riley again.
The next day, Riley got sick again when Jones was off at work. She didn't know why she kept getting sick, so she decided to see her doctor, who delivered shocking news.
She was pregnant.
But how? You might ask. When Riley and Jones were on the date they did a little WooHooing...
Jones was at work when the baby decided it was time to come out. Riley fell forward, shocked, and knocked the computer onto the floor, breaking it. She held her stomach, and carefully put the computer back up. She knew she couldn't drive in this condition, and Jones had their only car. She didn't want to go by taxi, either. What if she had her baby in the cab? So she waited. Screaming through the pain and watching smoke rise like a ghost from her computer.
Riley was sweating like a pig, and the heat from the computer's smoke wasn't helping. She just wanted this all to be over.
Finally, through all the smoke, she saw a face. Her baby boy was wrapped in her arms.
Her lips formed the perfect name, "Quentin."
The first thing the couple did was play video games. Not what everyone would want to do on a date, but they both seemed to enjoy it.
After awhile, Riley's stomach started aching and all she could manage before racing away to the bathroom was, "Jones, I don't feel so good."
"Riley, are you okay?" Jones stood on the other side of the bathroom door, concerned for his wife.
She wiped the vomit from her lip and washed her hands thoroughly in the nearby sink. "I'm fine, honey. I'm fine. I probably just ate some bad food, is all."
Later on, she challenged him to chess.
Though she used her pieces wisely, Jones still managed to take down her king. She slammed her fist on the board and demanded a rematch which he so willingly agreed to. Of course, Jones beat Riley again.
The next day, Riley got sick again when Jones was off at work. She didn't know why she kept getting sick, so she decided to see her doctor, who delivered shocking news.
She was pregnant.
But how? You might ask. When Riley and Jones were on the date they did a little WooHooing...
Jones was at work when the baby decided it was time to come out. Riley fell forward, shocked, and knocked the computer onto the floor, breaking it. She held her stomach, and carefully put the computer back up. She knew she couldn't drive in this condition, and Jones had their only car. She didn't want to go by taxi, either. What if she had her baby in the cab? So she waited. Screaming through the pain and watching smoke rise like a ghost from her computer.
Riley was sweating like a pig, and the heat from the computer's smoke wasn't helping. She just wanted this all to be over.
Finally, through all the smoke, she saw a face. Her baby boy was wrapped in her arms.
Her lips formed the perfect name, "Quentin."