When we last left of, Rhyan was pregnant and Willow was dying.
Rhyan: Of course she had to die today of all days.
She is evil you know.
Willow: Finally showed up.
Grim: I’m right on time. Where the hell are your clothes?
Willow: I had a little accident in my secret lab… before going all ghosty.
Grim: That’s unfortunate.
Alonso: Do I really have to stand beside of this guy? He smells like sulfur.
Rhyan: Why are you naked? Please tell me she wont be stuck like that.
Alonso: Stuck like that?
Harry: When she haunts, duh.
Don’t worry your pretty heads about that. There’s no way in hell I’m putting her gravestone down on this lot.
Rhyan: You have to!
No I do freaking not. Ghosts are annoying as hell.
Willow: PLEASE GRIM! Don’t let her lock my gravestone away in the family inventory for the rest of time!
Do you guys want to be able to use the snow cone machine or not.
Rhyan: Bye mother! We will miss you!
Willow died the day after her life bar maxed out, with 200,000 LTR points. She was a celebrity psychic, known for lying to customers and cheating her way to the top. Rumor has it, she might have killed her sister in a terrible cake fire. She will be missed (by most).
Rhyan: Freaking HOLY SHIT!
Harry: There’s no reason to-
Rhyan: SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU.
Alonso: Don’t hurt me.
Rhyan: My life. I can’t believe this his happening.
Alonso: No offense babe but your mom was old and-
Rhyan: I’M FREAKING PREGNANT!
Alonso: Oh god, there goes our freedom! Right down to hell with your mother.
I don’t know if I should laugh or cry.
Alonso: A baby. Maybe it wont be that bad after all.
Rhyan: As long as it doesn’t take after you.
Alonso: I’m sorry about your mom, babe.
Rhyan: I should go check on dad.
Rhyan: On the bright side, I’m super pregnant with Alonso’s baby.
Harry: You’re having a baby.
Rhyan: Yes dad.
Harry: That poor kid.
My thoughts exactly.
Wtf could you be laughing about. YOUR MOTHER JUST DIED!
Rhyan: OMG! Kitty! So cute!
Rhyan: Hi little one! Can we get one?
Cat: Meow.
I am not getting your dumb ass a cat.
Her little pregnant belly is so adorable.
Rhyan: I think I just threw my back out.
I guess that means no more frolicking in the water.
Alonso: Is it okay for her to lay on her belly like that?
Rhyan: Read your book and mind your own business.
This is the weirdest part of playing a legacy. You go from a huge family of 6 or 7 sims to only 3 in the span of a week.
Alonso: How exactly did you get a green tan?
Rhyan: Global warming.
Alonso: Of course. Obviously.
He wasn’t kidding. You look like you have food poisoning. Or some other horrific disease.
*three sim days later*
Rhyan: Can I not be pregnant anymore? I’m tired of this piece of luggage being attached to my stomach.
Okay.
Rhyan: It was seriously that easy?
There’s a line of traffic behind you.
Harry: There wouldn’t be if she would just let me drive instead of trying to while in LABOR?
Rhyan: My car my rules.
They somehow made it in one piece and- wtf? Who built this lot? That grass comes out of nowhere.
Rhyan: Save your critiques about landscaping for another day. Or at least wait until I get in the hospital hut.
Ah yes, the hospital hut. The only proper place to have a baby.
And just like that we have a full-blown blue burrito baby. Diago is the first born on GENERATION & (omg). His traits are Brave and Loves the Outdoors.
What happened to the beloved Cadillac?
Rhyan: With the baby luggage gone I have my back car pocket back.
Rhyan: Well kiddo, welcome home.
Alonso: Does he look like me?
Eh…
Alonso: He totally does. Don’t you, handsome? You’re going to be the coolest kid ever.
Alonso: Even cooler than your pops.
Too bad she inherited Rhyan’s weird green skin gene instead of Alonso’s perfect dark skin tone.
LOL! Now we can see where Rhyan got it from.
Harry: Hey little one. I’m grandpa Harry. AKA, stay at home babysitter.
He’s not wrong there.
Rhyan: Look at your cute little nose!
You’re supposed to take the baby out of the blanket to bathe him.
Rhyan: This is a PG game, you pixel baby predator.
Jesus, I was just trying to say he probably wouldn’t be as pissed if you took the damn blanket off first. Then again, probably not. You are his mother.
This picture actually makes me jealous.
This picture? Not so much.
Alonso: I have to find something on this guy, and fast. If I don’t write something slanderous its never going to get views.
Elise: Hey Rhyan! Want to introduce me to your new love toy?
Alonso: Should we leave?
Rhyan: Now. RUN!
Maid: And when Alaric moved out I tried to work for him. But I showed up and he had a girlfriend living with him. Whatever people say, I’m not a homewrecker-
Alonso: Uh huh. Okay, I think I have enough! Thank you!
Paparazzi: I can’t wait to read this blonde dummies story in tomorrows papers.
Rhyan: Will you move out of the freaking way? Its snow cone time.
Alonso: No babe, it’s party time!
Rhyan: A party in my mouth when I get my lemon zest snow cone.
Alonso: But its my birthday!
Oops.
Rhyan: *pulls out party screamer from wherever it hides when there isn’t a birthday*
Is it just me, or did his face get grouchier?
Alonso: I can’t believe it’s my first birthday in the house and you forgot.
I’m SORRY! Forgive me. At least you’re even better looking then you were before!
Rhyan: Sorry about missing your birthday.
Alonso: It isn’t over yet. Wanna meet me in the hot tub?
Rhyan: Oh heckity yes I do.
Elise: Hey long lost family! Where’s the baby.
Please god, do NOT hand that woman my baby.
Alonso: Your baby?
My. BABY.
This beautiful pregnant sim is Alaric’s wife. I told you that I had no worries about him finding a girl.
You look nervous.
Alaric: Just thinking about what my life is going to be like soon enough.
Alonso: This is the best life ever! Go Diago! Blow those candles buddy!
And here is our little man. He’s got his dad’s hair and eyes, but it looks like he has Rhyan’s mouth and nose.
Rhyan: I wont promise that they will be good, but I WILL promise that they are full of vodka.
What a great way to end a chapter. Thanks for reading!
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