The Thornton Legacy 1.1
When we last left off, Gemma received a call from a mistery suitor, asking her to meet him at an unknown lot in town. When she arrived there...
Gemma: Harley? What are you doing here? Better yet, what am I doing here, in the middle of nowhere? And where the hell are your clothes?
Seriously, guys, Harley has a tendency to autonomously change into his underwear whenever Gemma's around. I'm not kidding when I say this guy's a creep.
Harley: Okay, I know this place is not the best bu--
Gemma: Not the best? Harley, it's an empty lot.
Harley: I know! I just... I wanted to have some privacy for what I'm about to say.
Gemma: ...
Harley: I think I love you, Gemma. No, I know I love you. You're the woman of my dreams and I'd marry you right here and now if I could.
Gemma: Have you lost your mind? I know we had instant chemistry but we barely know each other! I don't even know all of your damn traits.
Harley: If that's what's bothering you, I'm a daredevil, a heavy slee--
Gemma: No, Harley! That's not what's bothering me. What's bothering me is you right now, and if you ever pull this crap on me again, I'm calling the cops!
Needless to say, Gemma was in need of a distraction after that disaster of a "date". So I conveniently had her call Will, the second potential sperm donor spouse I had in mind for her. He told her to meet him at some fancy schmancy place she didn't have the money for *at all* but because finding love is more important than paying your bills...
Gemma: Uhm, excuse me? I'm supposed to meet Will Imho here.
Receptionist: *suspicious look* You're not a prostitute, are you?
Gemma: WHAT? NO!
Receptionist Because our hotel has an outstanding reputation and doesn't facilitate encounters of that nature.
Gemma: Jesus fucking Christ, lady, I'm only meeting my date here. Now can you get him for me or not??
Receptionist I'll see what I can do.
Her date in question had already started dinner without her, and had to be interrupted mid-meal to go to reception. Charming.
Gemma: Hi, I'm Gemma. What took you so long??
Will: What's up, I'm Will.
Gemma: Nothing much. I really like your tattoos.
Will: Thanks, I do too... obviously.
Gemma: Right... obviously. So!
Will: So! Let's head to dinner.
The receptionist still doesn't look too sure about this. And frankly, neither am I. Awwkwaaard.
Luckily, sushi was on the menu. Which just so happens to be Gemma's favourite food. She was overjoyed.
Gemma: Woohoo!
Will:*nervous*... what, now?
Gemma: Huh?
Will: Huh? *uncomfortable silence*
Hey, what's with the long face?
Will: I'm sorry, but this really isn't working for me.
It really wasn't. As soon as Gemma returned with her second plate of Sushi...
Will: Look, I have to get going. It's not you, it's me. This just feels wrong on too many levels.
Gemma: But we only just got here!
Will: I know we did! And if you had a penis instead of a vagina things were different, I'm sure we would have hit it off. I'll call you, okay?
Wow. Couldn't get out of there fast enough, could you buddy?
You okay, Gem?
Gemma: Okay? No, I'm not okay. I'm great! More Sushi for me!
That's my girl.
The very next morning, as the sun rose behind the horizon, Gemma was up early to work on a painting in her underwear, as usual. Suddenly, her phone rang.
Gemma: Hello?
...
Gemma: Michele! I-- of course I want to go to the festival with you. What, in an hour? Sure!
Yesss!
Unlike Will, Michele didn't make her wait at all.
Michele: I'm so happy to see you again. You look beautiful.
Gemma: *tucks a strand of hair behind her ear* I'm happy to see you, too.
Michele: *hesitates before taking her hand* Come on, let's see what this place has to offer.
Boy seriously kicked ass at this game, while Gemma nearly drowned. *snorts*
They slow danced, and I didn't even urge them to do so. ♥ Michele's not as "out there" as Gemma is, but he was apparently happy enough to let her take the lead.
And a gentleman enough to tell her not to worry when she stepped on his toes. Future baby!daddy found? I think so. Though they didn't seal the deal quite yet.
Because Gemma had to work in the morning, and who but her favorite stalker should show up? *facepalm* Guys, I can't with Harley fucking Greenwood. I just can't. He literally came in and changed into his underwear, too. Not his swimwear, not a formal outfit. His underwear.
Gemma: Go away, Harley. I'm seriously not in the mood for this.
Gemma can't with him, either.
He decided to get a tattoo, undoubtedly in an attempt to impress Gemma. She has more than a few of them, after all. Creep level: steady and on the rise.
Mahala: This guy's a nutbag.
I know. Then again, so are you for wearing that horrible outfit. Gemma gave you a brand new one, didn't she??
Harley then proceeded to aggressively serenade Gemma in the middle of the shop. Still in his underwear, yes.
Gemma: I'm almost starting to feel bad for him...
Well, you'll feel better soon. You got a promotion, girl!
She immediately called Michele to share the joyous news, and asked him to come over later so they could celebrate. like a couple already
She started the party early by getting a brand new tattoo. Gemma kept rolling 'get a tattoo', so with the money of her promotion in her pocket, I finally indulged her. What better way to celebrate, after all?
Gemma: I'm walking on sunshiiiine~ WOOHOO!
Under a full moon that very same night...
Not exactly the way I'd celebrate a promotion with the guy I'm interested in but okay, Gemma, okay. He seemed to enjoy himself, at least.
Not so when she whipped out the flashlight and started telling a ghost story. The atmosphere was right, but Michele really wasn't into it.
He was actually ready to go after that, but Gemma managed to stop him in his tracks.
Gemma: Hey, so we've been hanging out for some time now and I really like you...
Michele: I'm so happy you feel like that, because I really like you, too.
Gemma: Great! So howaboutyoumoveinwithme?
Michele: I'm sorry, what?
Gemma: *deep breath* Would you like to move in with me?
Michele: Sure!
They immediately fell into a comfortable routine. A rountine that consisted of Michele going to work on the dirty dishes and Gemma carving a pumpkin from seeds she'd gathered earlier at the festival.
Seriously, I love this guy. He's just content to clean up around the house. This is probably due to the fact that he's a neat sim. His other traits are good sense of humor, party animal, brooding and proper. Especially the latter two bubble to the surface often. So far I've noticed Michele's two main hobbies -aside from Gemma and cleaning- are changing into his formal wear and staring out of windows. Lots of staring. But I digress!
Look at that face.
Gemma: You're amazing. You're hot and you clean up after me. Now you just need to find a job and we're set!
Michele: Yeah, about that...
Gemma: No, no, we don't need to talk about it now. Let's just get some sleep, okay? Because I have to get up early tomorrow.
I splurged on a guitar for Michele, as the next day's paper held no interesting job offers and he needed something to keep him busy until Gemma came home. He did clean the entire house already, after all :0).
Michele: Welcome home, babe. How was your day?
The boy was seriously happy to see her.
As I said: happy!
Really happy. And thus they shared their very first kiss. ♥ Michele even took the lead, for once.
And he was allowed in the bed that night. To be honest, I included this picture for no other reason than that I seriously like the way he's all snuggled up to her.
Ahhh, domestic life! Gemma baked him pancakes while he made the bed. He just can't start his day right without making the bed. I'm not kidding. (I also revamped the house a bit with what little money Michele brought to the table... because I've a feeling they'll be there a while longer than I planned. *sigh*)
Michele: Is that a werewolf ruining my guitar? Seriously?
Well, maybe you shouldn't have left it outside the house.
Gemma: Don't worry, honey! I've got it. BAD DOG! You're a very, very BAD dog! *smacks with newspaper*
Yeah, Gemma kind of wears the pants in this relationship.
I made them go on a date to the festival. Yes... again. Don't judge me. *shifty eyes* Needless to say, it was hard for them to keep their eyes off each other.
... and their hands. I swear to God, if my potential heir is conceived in a public toilet... Awesome place to have your first Woohoo! at, too. Great job, kids.
Back home. They went through the haunted house and no matter how many times this happens, this still gives me a small heart attack each and every time.
They got a nice souvenir out of it, though!
And that framed picture wasn't the only souvenir. That didn't take long, at all. Congrats, Gemma.
Gemma, what's wrong?
Gemma: Okay, so remember when I said we didn't need to talk about you not having a job? We need to talk about it now, Michele. I'm pregnant! How are we going to support a baby with just my income? And I'm on maternity leave right now so there's no money coming in at all. What are we going to do?!
Michele: Baby, please don't cry. I'll figure something out. Don't worry, okay? I love you, and I'm going to take care of this child. You just have to trust me.
Gemma wasn't too convinced. She went on to distract herself with pumpkin cutting and shooting death glares at Michele every five seconds.
Luckily for Michele, he kept autonomously giving her massages and cuddles. He's also the one who first rolled the want to read a pregnancy-related book. I'm mildly impressed.
Gemma: Okay, I've been thinking about it and... I guess I just do need to trust you. You're unemployed, but I love you and I don't want to raise this baby all by myself.
Gemma: Michele, will you marry me?
That, boys and girls, is the face of a woman who's suffering from hormonal mood swings and is only about to ask the question once. Don't make her kick your broke ass, Michele.
He said yes. ♥
Next time: baby boom! And Michele finally gets a job.