Longhollow, Part 5
For...you guessed it...nekkidness. :)
The next day was much the same. Wake up, eat breakfast, pop:
Woohoo, belly-rub:
Today, though, Jill wanted to get a little work done, so a few pet bricks were made. She only managed three before she had to nap, though.
It's the next-to-last day of what's seemed to be a very cold winter, so Ben is looking forward to planting his next crop. But until that can happen, he wants cooking points...then cleaning points...then more cooking points, yadda yadda yawn yawn lather rinse repeat. But on the plus side, thanks to the skilling, Ben finally got to make that pork chop dinner that he wanted to make a few days ago. Jill's bottomless-pit preggo tummy certainly appreciated his efforts.
And...It's Thursday. When 8PM rolled around, it was time for Jill's first transformation:
Luckily for her, she knew in advance that it was going to happen, so it wasn't too traumatic. And of course, she was naked when she changed, but that's par for the course for her.
Aw, flirting lycanths:
Once needs were taken care of, they each did what they wanted for the night. For Jill that meant howling, cleaning the kitchen, eating, and flirting with and smooching and making out with her man because she can't keep her paws off him. For Ben, that meant bathing, cleaning the tub, reading the newspaper, watching TV, playing fetch with wolves, paying bills...and otherwise being constantly mauled by his wife. But I didn't hear any complaining or anything.
And eventually 6AM rolled around, and it was the start of a momentous day. It was the last gasp of winter, cold with lots of snow still on the ground and lots of tension in the air, waiting for the birth of Baby Long.
And unfortunately, Ben was napping on the couch, recovering from a long night of being mauled, when That Time arrived, and even his wife's yelling in the next room didn't serve to wake him. So Jill had to go it alone:
And after much yelling and moaning and groaning and writhing, at about 11:20AM on Friday, Day 12, the result was a bouncing...
They -- or, rather, Jill, since Ben slept through the whole damned thing -- named him Rupert. And here he is:
Looks like he's a blond, not a redhead, with Jill's green eyes. Time will tell whether or not he's got The Nose. He'll be a werewolf when he hits teenhood, since both of his parents were werewolves when he was conceived. And that's about all we know about him...yet.
The rest of the day was taken up with baby care and recovering from being up all night the night before. And eventually, Ben did wake up and figure out that he has a son. See?
He also got to give him his first diaper change:
And another autonomous cuddle:
Aw, Ben's gonna be a good daddy...
And then he made a nice salmon dinner, shortly after which the new parents both went to bed, exhausted.
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The next day was Saturday, AKA Cleaning Day. Ben went to work CLEANING ALL THE THINGS and doing laundry while Jill changed Rupert's diaper and nursed him. And Jill also got a present:
The snow had melted, finally, so after a nice pancake breakfast, Ben was able to get the garden ready for the next weed crop:
And then, once Rupert was down for his afternoon nap, there was this:
No baby chimes, though. :(
It was a mundane day after that: Baby care, chilling out watching TV and farting around on the computer, that sort of thing. So day Lucky Number 13, although mundane and chock-full of domesticity, was a good one.
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First thing the next morning, once Rupert was taken care of and while Ben was outside planting his new crop of 10 marijuana plants, Jill decided to check out her "present":
Hey, look! She's wearing clothes! And she wished for peace of mind. Would've been nice if she'd picked Wealth, but nooooooo... Meanwhile, Ben's second crop:
And yet more autonomous baby cuddling:
He does seem to love his little spawn. He just can't seem to leave him alone, and with not a Family Sim leaning in sight. :) Or maybe it's just that he's feeling guilty for having slept through his birth.
"It wasn't my fault!" Ben suddenly protested, apparently having enough of my taunting. "Jill was just...quiet."
"No, darling," I answered. "It was because your snoring drowned out her screaming."
"Isn't he cute?" Ben cooed, completely ignoring me while making goo-goo eyes at the spawn. "I think he's got my nose..."
"Man, I hope so. I want that thing to be fruitful and multiply, too."
"Well, just in case it's an 'if at first you don't succeed' thing...'Scuse me."
Yep, because he and Jill were off to the couch again. I swear to me, they'd be doing it all the time if they could.
AND I HEAR BABY CHIMES! Way to go, guys! Whoops, can't tell them yet...
Once the fireworks were over, Ben settled in for, you guessed it, more studying, while Jill yakked with Sandy Bruty on the phone and FINALLY made friends with her. So, she's on her way to Best Friend Number...Two. Yeah, she's really racking them up. But then, I guess she's been a little busy, too. You know, busy mauling her husband when she's not busy making pet bricks.
And then 6PM rolled around, and it was time for Rupert's babyhood to end. Jill did the honors:
And guess what? He does have The Nose:
Along with straggly hair in desperate need of cutting, naturally. He's also an Aries, with his points as follows:
Neat: 8
Outgoing: 10
Active: 6
Playful: 3
Nice: 8
Waiting for his first non-breastmilk-meal:
Ben's right; he is kind of cute in a Ben-Long-nose-having sort of way...
Ben reads while Rupert thinks about how Mama does it better:
OK, enough Toddler Rupert spam. Jill went to bed early because she was "really tired for some reason." Ben struggled to stay awake long enough for Rupert to be tired enough to be put to bed for the night, and then he put Rupert and himself to bed.
And so endeth Day 14. And Week 2. So, in his second week of being Lord of All He Surveys, Ben Long:
- Got abducted by aliens...again.
- Bought a TV and got lots of use out of it.
- Fathered his first child.
- Built an awesome snowman.
- Earned lots of skill points in various categories.
- Got lots of *ahem* attention from his wife.
- Slept through the birth of his first child.
- Changed his son's first dirty diaper and cuddled him a lot.
- Planted his second crop of marijuana.
- Fathered his second child.
- Saw his firstborn grow up to toddlerhood.
Not a bad haul.