The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
It’s a wonder that it didn’t hit me before, but I end up understanding — or rather, remembering — what’s been weighing on my stomach for days now.
Something has quite literally been weighing on my stomach.
A baby brother or sister.
How could I not realize it earlier? It feels like my belly is much rounder already!
As soon as Hugo wakes up, I tell him, under San Myshuno’s soft morning sunlight.
Feeling nauseous again.
Hugo, who knows I haven’t been feeling all that amazing, coming to help.
I manage to go through with Hannah’s favorite story, though.
And she falls asleep easily.
We’re going back to the Spice Market to see Miranda! She just came back from her travels, and she has yet to see Hannah!
Hannah, however, is more interested in Miranda’s pets than her aunt.
Hip bump!
Somehow, Nolan doesn’t seem to have aged at all! His hair got redder, but apart from that, it’s almost as if someone has put his aging on hold and forgot to make him grow up.
According to Miranda, he’s the smallest kid in his class.
Though he’s quite a few years older than Hannah, they get along great.
Consider my heart warmed.
‘Higher, mammy, higher!’
We’re taking a break in playtime. I rest on the multicolored bear, Hannah sips on her orange juice.
I can tell she’s eyeing the slide though.
Aaaand… nap time.
Hugo’s getting more serious about yoga and meditation. He’s become pretty good!
So while I play with Hannah…
He levitates on top of the city.
Though he’s not reached the level of concentration necessary to forget how very far he is from the ground…
Why did he choose this spot?
We’re getting better at this. It feels like we’re a team again, what with being woken up in the middle of the night by a tiny human and stuff. We can even take some time for ourselves.
I start working again, in freelance. Gotta love being in your cactus jammies in front of tall, transparent windows above the chic neighborhood of your city. It’s not like anybody could look up and see me in all this sleepy glory.
Hannah is now sleeping in her own room most of the time.
Hugo dabbles a little in programming again, or more precisely, in modding the game he likes to stream.
This new balance makes us happy again.
And if you’re wondering how we achieved this balance…
… One of us has started taking it upon himself to also wake up in the middle of the night to comfort his progeny.
No matter how tired this makes him in the mornings…
I’m not much more dynamic, but today I managed to steal the bathtub to sleep in.
And we found these magical Granite Falls bath oils, so I’m fine.
Grandma is around again!
It’s not really that I need her physical help. I delegated most of my responsibilities to other people, the shares and the consulting salary get me my paychecks now.
What I need is the moral support; and what she loves more than anything is pinching her great-granddaughter’s cheeks.
I still suck at cooking, but my baking is improving.
Sometimes I have to make a bit of an effort to remember that this is Hugo’s job.
…
It’s okay, though, we still love each other… and the walk-in wardrobe in the guest’s bedroom.
He’s getting better at taking care of Hannah, though. I can now take morning jogs around the neighborhood with a peaceful mind.
Everything is about to change. Again.
With Hannah born and Hugo and I leaving the Spice Market, we’re ready to re-discover everything.
There will be new miracles to marvel at, but also new, and perhaps tougher challenges to face.
It’s the era of family.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 