Chapter 1.3: In Which More Children Are Had
Last time: Let's see... Pepper and Anathema aged up, yet another girl was born, Anna had to beat up a pervy old man as well as listen to one of her friend's awkward pick up lines... Yeah.
Anna: Oh dear god, not again!
Hey you wanted the boy, not me. Well, not going to lie, I want a boy in this generation! I have the best name picked out.
The night before her first day of high school, Anathema decides to work out. Check out her outfit, because you will never see it again. Pepper stays as fixated with the blocks as she was in toddler-hood.
Pepper: As the mayor of block town, I declare mandatory showers for all. INCLUDING THOSE WORKING OUT.
Ah, she's so subtle.
White-haired bonding! I cannot say how glad I am that at least one kid got Evan's hair. Originally, I was thinking of pairing Anna up with this dark-haired guy, but then I realized how boring that would be genetic wise. So I ended up going with Evan.
Anathema: Eating toast is exhausting.
Pretty much every day, Evan attempts to cook, burns it, and everyone ends up eating cereal, toast or canned soup. Sounds a lot like one of my friends' house actually.
Prepping for the first day of school with some toothbrush action. I don't know about you, but I do not get nearly as much foam when brushing my teeth.
After both Pepper and Anathema had left for school, Anna decides perhaps it's about time she got up.
Anna: Oh look, I'm pregnant. A-fucking-gain. This is the last child I'm having. I don't even care if it's a male or not.
Mm, we'll see about that.
Anna: Excuse me?
Nothing important.
So, what're you doing Evan? No need to break the toilet.
Evan: Huh? Clearly, I'm upgrading it.
Because randomly hitting a toilet with a hammer makes it self-cleaning. Hold up, I have to go try that out on my toilet.
Wow guys, I no longer need to go to Home Depot to buy a new bottle of toilet cleaner! It was just like magic.
Pregnant woman chess time! If she can't go to her job, Anna just skills up so she'll hopefully get a quick promotion. I swear, she's been to like thirty days of work.
How was the first day of school?
Anathema: Eh, good enough. I mean, nothing horrendous happened. This guy followed me home though.
What guy?
Oh. That guy.
DO NOT WANT. Sadly, he had to leave right wicked soon. One of the problems I have with story progression is when teens get jobs autonomously, it leaves almost no time for them to come over or invite others over. I keep forgetting to turn that aspect off though.
Now that the, um, interesting looking young fellow is gone, Anathema got down to what seems to be her official task: teaching Marjorie to walk before her birthday, which was one day away.
Anathema: Come on sweetheart! You got this.
Marjorie: Homygod, my torso is bending in an alarming manner. I cannot do this I fear!
Evan comes back from another day of being awesome and autonomously listens to Anna's stomach.
Evan: Aw, I love babies! I think I just heard it!
Anna: If you want more after this, you can carry them.
Evan: Four is a nice even number, don't you agree? I think this is a good stopping point.
Anathema was not pleased that her dad was fixing the sink, again.
Anathema: It's already upgraded. WHAT IS HE DOING?
Anna was invited to a party at her friend Beau's house and she decided to attend, but bring Pepper along. I am surprised that Beau's wife was okay with him inviting Anna after the last time she visited.
Before she even got inside, Cyclone started talking to her stomach. They don't know each other at all. Like, not even vaguely.
Then he tries to hit on her.
Cyclone: You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?
Anna: What the fuck? No, no I do not.
Meanwhile, Pepper was inside dancing.
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. I was not aware that old men were allowed to dance with children at this party.
Elderly Man: Come on, I was found not guilty due to lack of evidence. There is no proof!
Anna: Pepper, we are leaving. Right now.
So Anna called a cab. And then I noticed that Pepper was not in that cab. She was biking behind it. That is some great parenting.
Anna: Hey, she's exercising right?
Almost immediately after arriving home Anna went into labor.
She and Evan went to the hospital and when I got the pop-up saying "Name the new baby girl" I almost rage quit. But then another pop-up followed that said "Name the new baby boy"
YAY!!
Anna: Oh joy. Two kids.
Evan: You're just jealous because I'm holding our son.
Here's Agnes Dickens, a clumsy and outdoors-loving toddler who is also a fan of hip-hop, french toast and the color sea foam.
And here is the last child and first boy of generation one, Aziraphale Dickens. He is brave, but also clumsy. He quite likes salsa music, dim sum and the color spiceberry.
And then it was time for Marjorie's birthday. Thank goodness, because I do not think I could handle three toddlers.
Growing up with that hair, in underwear, and with that cross-eyed stare takes talent.
Aziraphale: Pepper grew up better.
That she did. I think everyone did. Evan had a birthday that I forget to mention.... Here's a CAS shot of Marjorie.
It's an improvement. She gained the trait neurotic.
This is just a shot of her stylish athletic outfit. It's okay to be jealous, I know I am.
As an attempt to have a brief break from the toddler skilling she'll soon be roped into, Anathema went to the pond to catch a fish for science class. A classmate of hers agreed to meet there, purely for science reasons of course.
This is Darnell Kanin, the born-in-game son of two random sims I made a while ago. He was the little boy that Anathema had over to do homework.
Darnell: Now personally, I prefer Tide when washing laundry, but some seem to like Downy.
Anathema: Ah, he's so interesting. Most people wouldn't think to discuss detergent, but he does.
Darnell: I do hope I'm not boring her. She seems bored. Quick, activate distraction!
Darnell: Operation Hand-holding is a go! The target has been distracted.
Score.
I love those two gifs placed in conjunction to each other.
The party had to be cut short when the cops arrived. Anathema started and I was quite excited that she was going to try and escape them, but no. She was running to them.
Anathema: Hello officer. I must say, I am impressed with your diligence.
Mm, I'm not. Apparently, that was a "bad date". How so? You flirted, kissed, the like. I'm confused.
Anathema: Not even my parents yelling at me can bring me down. Though that was kind of a crappy date.
SHUT UP, NO IT WASN'T.
Evan's close friend Holly Alto comes over for a bit of training, as Evan has surpassed the level where you can yell at people train people. (P.S. Holly is the mom of the scary boy who came over with Anathema earlier.)
Evan: Come on, push yourself. THIS IS PATHETIC! My toddlers can lift more weight that you! I'm ashamed to even know you.
Holly apparently couldn't take much more of Evan's help, so she stopped.
And this happened.
Marjorie: Just focus on the blocks. Ignore the dancing. Ignore it.
Marjorie: It's burned into my memories. Why did I have to look up?
Pepper: You're sure I can't sit with you Anathema?
Anathema: Yup. Sorry, bus rules.
Evan: Wait... What was I doing?
Cooking waffles. Burning them. The usual.
Agnes: I love you xylophone.
I'm going to end this here. Any comments are greatly appreciated.