Maxis_taste Dare #15: Love for All Ages (adult)
Since I have the pics for this, I might as well write it up. I really want to meet my goal of getting a date out for each age group. Almost there!
This is for the maxis_taste Dare #15: Dates (which I altered to be a love for all ages thing--this is the adult installment).
(note: This comes to you via my Alterna-Strangetown, that's the Strangetown where I try with all my might not to do the same things I always do with Strangetown. And, yes, you will see a few non-maxis sims here, but they're necessary, I swear!)
"It's time Lil."
Lilly Subject didn't need to be told twice.
She'd been anticipating this moment ever since her older sisters had shared with her their plan (and sworn her to absolute secrecy, something that was easy to agree to but had proven very difficult to achieve).
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Petunia, with her back safely to her sister, rolled her eyes freely. Olive was such a worrier. Of course she knew what she was doing. She had even practiced in Home Economics class. Yes, she'd scorched the meal so badly she had to pay to replace the sauce pan but Olive didn't need to know that. She wasn't surprised her practice run had turned out so bad, what with those home ec pots and pans. They were cheap and worn out. Junk compared to the high end items in Malcolm's kitchen.
Everything in Malcolm's home was high quality and, in a word, better. And Petunia loved it.
"How do you think things are going upstairs?," Olive continued to fret.
"Don't worry," Petunia offered, making an effort not to sigh, "Lilly knows what to do. Elliott, too," she added, preempting her sister's next question.
"Perfect timing," Lilly noted.
"What's that, girlie?"
"My timing is perfect," Lilly repeated. "The babies are sleeping so now you can get dressed and follow me."
"Follow. . .what are we. . ."
"Both of you," Lilly continued.
Nervous watched his young daughter, practically vibrating with excitement, as she clapped her hands in a perfect imitation of him.
"Chop, chop."
"You sound like your dad," Malcolm laughed.
"Hurry up or you'll be late," Lilly continued, excitement rising in her voice.
"Do you know what this is about?"
"No clue," Nervous replied. He wasn't being completely honest but he couldn't hurt his daughter's feelings. He knew from experience how hard it was to keep a secret, especially a secret that was a surprise for someone else. When Lilly's twin brother, Elliott, had shown a sudden interest in his dress clothes, it took only one innocent question for him to spill what little he knew. That the kids were planning a surprise. A surprise for their father and the man their father loved.
"Is there a dress code?," Nervous asked, allowing Lilly to direct them.
"I really think you should let me do that."
"I'm fine, Ol. . ."
"I heard about that sauce pan. . .the one in home ec."
Petunia sighed. It had been wishful thinking that her twin sister wouldn't hear about that debacle. It wasn't like the home ec teacher got to use the fire extinguisher everyday, so the news had spread pretty fast. Small town, small school.
Petunia traded the pan for a sponge and tidied the counter. The counters were made out of real stone. So much nicer than the lino covered particle board counters in their old house or the stainless steel in the home ec room.
And the counters matched the bar.
An honest to goodness bar, right in the house. There was no way they would have ever had room for a bar in their old house. There had barely been enough room for their beds. But here? Yeah, they still shared a room but it was BIG room. Bigger than their whole living room at the old house. Malcolm had added the room on just for them.
"I hope he likes it," Petunia offered over the low whir of the blender.
"I thought you were opening wine?"
"Yeah, I will. But I want them to have a choice."
Olive clicked her tongue. She knew her sister just wanted an excuse to play with the blender (and probably sneak a taste of the liquor). She hoped Petunia would be careful (and bring her a little taste, too).
"What's all this?"
The smell of cooking had met the pair on the stairs, giving them a better idea what was in store.
"You have to go with Elliott now," Lilly blurted. Malcolm smiled and tried not to laugh. It was clear the little girl had rehearsed for the occasion and her excitement had derailed all her preparation.
Elliott smiled from his post at the door.
"Right this way, gentlemen."
Nervous and Malcolm dutifully followed their tiny maitre d'.
"SURPRISE!," Lilly shrieked as her brother made a great show of presenting the table.
"The chefs have prepared a special menu this evening. . ."
". . .I messed up my lines a little bit but I think it still turned out. . ."
". . .it looks delicious."
Amid the din of multiple conversations, Olive watched the couple. Her father and Malcolm. She knew her father had to have suspected they were up to something. He could predict their moods, anticipating their anxieties and preempting their worries with hugs and kind words. What they may have lacked in worldly possessions was made up ten fold with love. Not that they ever really went without, not with their father eager to give his all for them. He loved Malcolm. And Malcolm loved him. And them. Olive felt tears well up and quickly blinked them away.
Petunia knew what the sudden burst of cleaning was really about. Her sister was getting emotional. Not that Petunia could blame her. Petunia loved Malcolm. Loved his house and all the nice things. But more than that, she loved Malcolm because her father loved Malcolm. And Malcolm loved them. All of them.
"Enjoy," Elliott offered.
It was their cue to leave.
Without a word, Petunia took her sister by the arm to quell her cleaning. Olive looked up and with one sharp nod of her head dutifully followed her siblings from the room.
They didn't go far.
"I had no clue. . ."
Malcolm knew it was a bit of a show. Nervous always knew what his kids were up to, how they felt, what they needed.
And right now, as they waited none-too-quietly in the entryway, they needed to know their surprise was appreciated.
"I'm so lucky to have such sweet kids," Nervous added. Malcolm knew it wasn't said merely for show.
"We're lucky," he corrected.
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This was originally going to be longer but I liked this shorter version better so. . .I couldn't show off the other two kids:
Henry and Malcolm Jr (Henry is the balding one).
Yes, Nervous had four kids (by two different men) before he even met Malcolm. (read about it HERE). So Malcolm's a bit of a saint (or nut, depends on who you ask) in this, my Alterna-Strangetown.
This is for the maxis_taste Dare #15: Dates (which I altered to be a love for all ages thing--this is the adult installment).
(note: This comes to you via my Alterna-Strangetown, that's the Strangetown where I try with all my might not to do the same things I always do with Strangetown. And, yes, you will see a few non-maxis sims here, but they're necessary, I swear!)
"It's time Lil."
Lilly Subject didn't need to be told twice.
She'd been anticipating this moment ever since her older sisters had shared with her their plan (and sworn her to absolute secrecy, something that was easy to agree to but had proven very difficult to achieve).
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Petunia, with her back safely to her sister, rolled her eyes freely. Olive was such a worrier. Of course she knew what she was doing. She had even practiced in Home Economics class. Yes, she'd scorched the meal so badly she had to pay to replace the sauce pan but Olive didn't need to know that. She wasn't surprised her practice run had turned out so bad, what with those home ec pots and pans. They were cheap and worn out. Junk compared to the high end items in Malcolm's kitchen.
Everything in Malcolm's home was high quality and, in a word, better. And Petunia loved it.
"How do you think things are going upstairs?," Olive continued to fret.
"Don't worry," Petunia offered, making an effort not to sigh, "Lilly knows what to do. Elliott, too," she added, preempting her sister's next question.
"Perfect timing," Lilly noted.
"What's that, girlie?"
"My timing is perfect," Lilly repeated. "The babies are sleeping so now you can get dressed and follow me."
"Follow. . .what are we. . ."
"Both of you," Lilly continued.
Nervous watched his young daughter, practically vibrating with excitement, as she clapped her hands in a perfect imitation of him.
"Chop, chop."
"You sound like your dad," Malcolm laughed.
"Hurry up or you'll be late," Lilly continued, excitement rising in her voice.
"Do you know what this is about?"
"No clue," Nervous replied. He wasn't being completely honest but he couldn't hurt his daughter's feelings. He knew from experience how hard it was to keep a secret, especially a secret that was a surprise for someone else. When Lilly's twin brother, Elliott, had shown a sudden interest in his dress clothes, it took only one innocent question for him to spill what little he knew. That the kids were planning a surprise. A surprise for their father and the man their father loved.
"Is there a dress code?," Nervous asked, allowing Lilly to direct them.
"I really think you should let me do that."
"I'm fine, Ol. . ."
"I heard about that sauce pan. . .the one in home ec."
Petunia sighed. It had been wishful thinking that her twin sister wouldn't hear about that debacle. It wasn't like the home ec teacher got to use the fire extinguisher everyday, so the news had spread pretty fast. Small town, small school.
Petunia traded the pan for a sponge and tidied the counter. The counters were made out of real stone. So much nicer than the lino covered particle board counters in their old house or the stainless steel in the home ec room.
And the counters matched the bar.
An honest to goodness bar, right in the house. There was no way they would have ever had room for a bar in their old house. There had barely been enough room for their beds. But here? Yeah, they still shared a room but it was BIG room. Bigger than their whole living room at the old house. Malcolm had added the room on just for them.
"I hope he likes it," Petunia offered over the low whir of the blender.
"I thought you were opening wine?"
"Yeah, I will. But I want them to have a choice."
Olive clicked her tongue. She knew her sister just wanted an excuse to play with the blender (and probably sneak a taste of the liquor). She hoped Petunia would be careful (and bring her a little taste, too).
"What's all this?"
The smell of cooking had met the pair on the stairs, giving them a better idea what was in store.
"You have to go with Elliott now," Lilly blurted. Malcolm smiled and tried not to laugh. It was clear the little girl had rehearsed for the occasion and her excitement had derailed all her preparation.
Elliott smiled from his post at the door.
"Right this way, gentlemen."
Nervous and Malcolm dutifully followed their tiny maitre d'.
"SURPRISE!," Lilly shrieked as her brother made a great show of presenting the table.
"The chefs have prepared a special menu this evening. . ."
". . .I messed up my lines a little bit but I think it still turned out. . ."
". . .it looks delicious."
Amid the din of multiple conversations, Olive watched the couple. Her father and Malcolm. She knew her father had to have suspected they were up to something. He could predict their moods, anticipating their anxieties and preempting their worries with hugs and kind words. What they may have lacked in worldly possessions was made up ten fold with love. Not that they ever really went without, not with their father eager to give his all for them. He loved Malcolm. And Malcolm loved him. And them. Olive felt tears well up and quickly blinked them away.
Petunia knew what the sudden burst of cleaning was really about. Her sister was getting emotional. Not that Petunia could blame her. Petunia loved Malcolm. Loved his house and all the nice things. But more than that, she loved Malcolm because her father loved Malcolm. And Malcolm loved them. All of them.
"Enjoy," Elliott offered.
It was their cue to leave.
Without a word, Petunia took her sister by the arm to quell her cleaning. Olive looked up and with one sharp nod of her head dutifully followed her siblings from the room.
They didn't go far.
"I had no clue. . ."
Malcolm knew it was a bit of a show. Nervous always knew what his kids were up to, how they felt, what they needed.
And right now, as they waited none-too-quietly in the entryway, they needed to know their surprise was appreciated.
"I'm so lucky to have such sweet kids," Nervous added. Malcolm knew it wasn't said merely for show.
"We're lucky," he corrected.
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This was originally going to be longer but I liked this shorter version better so. . .I couldn't show off the other two kids:
Henry and Malcolm Jr (Henry is the balding one).
Yes, Nervous had four kids (by two different men) before he even met Malcolm. (read about it HERE). So Malcolm's a bit of a saint (or nut, depends on who you ask) in this, my Alterna-Strangetown.