The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
This time, I’m the one who asks Charlotte for a photoshoot, and she obliges. They’re a bit less dramatic than the previous black and white, edgy shoot.
Water is fertility, right?
Hugo feels a bit left out; but in the end he’s still dealing with water, in a way, soooooo…
Today we’re celebrating two things at once: my and Hugo’s second wedding anniversary, and the day we met Pari, a bit less than a year ago.
We’re back to this Brindleton Bay restaurant Hugo and I liked so much, and we have a great afternoon together.
We laugh a lot. Hugo, in particular, is inspired and doesn’t seem to stop cracking joke after joke.
And we finish off with cake, which makes my pregnant stomach happy.
You also get a peek at my one-year-old tattoo, there!
It’s Pizza Night between neighbors!
Pari absolutely stole my Spice T-shirt, but I do not hold it against her.
It’s a pleasure to hang with Eden again.
And “eating for two” is the perfect excuse to get a whole pizza just to myself.
Though it’s Hugo who gets up to get the pizza(s) we order, when an unexpected guest tries to come knock at our door again, I’m the one telling him to go away. Hugo refuses to deal with that.
Romain seems bummed by my bump.
After our experience last time, I think it’s highly understandable that a deep fear is trying to take over our happiness.
We take an appointment as soon as my third month begins, with the doctor who took care of me months ago, at the Willow Creek Clinic.
She’s got a soft, nice voice, and she walks us through the procedure with the nicest smile.
Still, we only relax when she assures us that everything is fine; and that everything will be fine. Still, knowing our history, she tells us our appointments will have to be more frequent than with more couples.
It’s possible we ask her to make them more frequent.
So throughout the next months, we go back to Willow Creek, again and again, and each time the Clinic becomes less of a place we dread and more a haven for our piece of mind.
Can confirm the goo they put on your stomach is very cold.
The first time no smiles or nice words can calm us down.
And when the Doctor tells us the baby is healthy, it’s a victory.
Ecography pose pack from @inabadromance ! Thank you for these, they’re beautiful.
Pari is out again.
It feels like since I announced my pregnancy, she has made sure to live us some time alone in our house, which we do appreciate. Our favorite activity is becoming to chill on the couch and talking about that growing baby, who’s now, apparently the size of a raspberry (and not the microcontroller kind).
We’re also trying to decide on a place to move to. Thankfully we have been making decent amounts of money over the past few years. Our common project, in particular, has been successful beyond all expectations. It’s amazing timing. We’re thinking Uptown.
I can also do the surprise-kissing.
I tell Hugo as soon as he gets back home. He is also profoundly happy, which makes me even happier.
This means we will need to find a new home, as there is nowhere near enough space here for a child, but we are beyond excited. This step into the unknown? We’re taking it together.
Then I tell Pari, who’s happy for us. Jokingly, she asks if I’ll want a tattoo of his or her name. I’m just excited at the idea of choosing a name for a tiny little human.
Yep, we’re happy.
Pari’s mind seems to be elsewhere, though.
And as we are asleep upstairs, she has an odd meeting in the Spice Market.
It’s amazing how much a handful of years can change.
The first time I had this little bar appear in front of me, I felt anguish, and fear, and absolute confusion.
This time, there is still a fair deal of fear, the fear of a big jump into the unknown, but you know what I feel, above anything else?
Happiness.
The Spice Festival is in town again. Mom, Grandma, Charlotte, and Pari have tagged along this time. Charlotte and Pari interacting is a thing of beauty — it’s pretty clear they are both VERY aware of how VERY different they are. And neither one of them can understand how I am friends with the other.
Charlotte is done with Pari’s cynism and leaves first. IT leaves Hugo and Pari to discuss the food… and dare each other to try the Curry Challenge.
Are you sure you wanna do that, Pari?
Instant regret.
Also instant regret.
Peasants. I ate the whole plate, and earned myself a dope Spice Festival T-shirt.
I told you the Spice Festival was made for me.
Pari’s out in the city when she sees a familiar face.
Her name is Aurélie, and apparently, they’re old friends, though they haven’t seen each other in years.
Aurélie gives Pari a key, promising her she’ll always be welcome at her flat. Pari asks her if she wants to come and see the people she lives with — us.
So Aurélie comes, with the gang of friends Pari used to be a part of. Aurélie, Alexandra, Maxime, and Arthur. They look pretty nice to us. Hugo gets along perfectly with Alexandra.
It’s nice to see Pari socialize with someone else. Up until then, it felt like she had no roots or past. I’m glad she has people she cares about.
But as we hear them speak to each other…
… it becomes clear that this group of friends is not the best place for her either.
With this, we pretty much break all contact with Romain or Marie. We hear from Charlotte and Shanna that their wedding was postponed, but it’s pretty clear that we were un-invited anyways.
We don’t let that get to us, even though for Hugo it does mean he’s lost his best and oldest friend. He tries to convince me that I am his best friend, but we both know he’s trying to make me feel better.
Anyway, we keep on going. Thankfully, Pari is there to bring some joie de vivre. And most importantly she knows nothing about our old group of friends and this distance is just what we need at the moment.
She’s also pretty great at helping with house chores.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 