We’re back! I’ve been throwing these chapters out willy nilly trying to catch up with where I am in-game. Luckily, I’m almost there! Last chapter, Willow (Gen 5 heiress) died, and our Gen 7 heir was born. Oh, yea. I already decided Diago would be Rhyan’s only kid. After having so many babies last generation, I’m not in the mood for a million more.
Rhyan: OMG I didn’t even know it had this setting! Look, it matches your shorts!
Alonso: I’ve never seen anything cooler. Can I go to bed now?
Napping is dead, you have a baby.
Alonso: Can you say “daddy needs a sleep sleep?”
Diago: Daddy cwybaby.
Alonso: OMG his first words! He’s so cute and smart, right voice in the sky?
Cute, smart, and honest.
Diago: Cwybaby! Cwybaby!
Alonso: Alright! I get it.
Alonso: So many wrinkles. Why is this happening to me?
You didn’t know that children steal your life essence and use it for their own beautiful, porcelain skin?
Alonso: As long as he doesn’t take my hair I think I’ll be okay.
Let’s be real, if he wants your hair he can have it.
Harry: I want more of these.
Grandkids?
Harry: Maybe 10 of them.
Not in my legacy house.
There’s only room for one of these shit heads around here.
Look who came to visit! It’s Alaric’s wife. And this time I know her name!
Lealani: It’s crazy how much the temperature has risen this year! I can hardly stand I’m so hot!
Rhyan: You think it’s hot in here? The air conditioner is running right now.
Lealani: I mean, it’s hot everywhere! Global warming is really impacting-
Rhyan: If you think it’s so hot in my home why don’t you just leave?
Lealani: I… what?
Oh dear god.
Rhyan: Just be honest, you don’t like it here.
Lealani: I’m sorry if I offended you, I didn’t mean your house was hot-
Rhyan: Everybody’s a critic. Let’s go to your house for the next family get together.
So?
Alonso: What do you expect me to do about it? I’m not getting yelled at.
Diago: Bunny, hide!
Diago: I hears daddy coming up da stairs.
Alannis: Talking shit about her house. Honestly. The older she gets, the worse her attitude becomes.
Alonso: Don’t drag me into this conversation. You’re lucky Rhyan even let you in.
Alannis: The past is in the past. Who cares anymore about one kiss we had before you were even together.
That’s not exactly how it happened.
Alaric: What’s that ducky?
Alaric: My sister’s a raging dick head?
Lealani: Please Alaric, hush. Let’s not make things worse.
Don’t poke the sleeping bear.
Diago: Mommy no play wif da big kids?
Mommy was put in time out for being a total bitch to your aunt.
Rhyan: *Strained smile*
Diago: Mommy? Time out?
Diago: Mommy mean!
Atta boy! You’ve got it!
Remy: Hey dad, mind if I sit with you.
Harry: Yes.
Remy: Seriously? You actually just got up so you wouldn’t have to sit with me? Don’t tell me you’re still upset.
Harry: …
Remy: DAD. I just got married. I’m not having babies yet. What the hell is wrong with you?
Good luck with your dream of 10 grandchildren. Really seems to be going somewhere.
The rest of the night, Alonso hung out with his extended family while Rhyan was on baby duty. Not that anyone minds, literally everyone is closer with Alonso.
Diago: Look mommy, friends!
Rhyan: Ugh, people? I’ve got you kid, that’s all I need.
Heartwarming. Except for the fact you legitimately hate everyone except for your boyfriend and kid.
Rhyan: Hate is a strong word. I am very neutral about human contact.
Stylist: The stripes honey. They make your stomach look huge.
Alonso: I think I’ve been gaining weight.
Stylist: You need a vertical pattern, not a horizontal one. Would you rather look tall and handsome or short and fat?
Alonso: What kind of option is the first one?
Stylist: A bad one. Now let me just fix you up.
Stylist: Voila!
Alonso: Seriously? Did you go to school to learn how to do this?
Looks like Diago finally stole your hair.
Stylist: It would be an amazing look if it wasn’t on you, ya ugly loser!
Alonso: I just LOVE my life.
Diago: Daddy’s hair is back!
Thanks to your benevolent god.
Alonso: Don’t fill my kids head with religious dogma.
Diago: All hail the god in the sky, giver of hair, taker of free will!
Alonso: Great, see what you’ve done now?
Rhyan: Ever since I had Diago you’ve been more interested in his cute little baby face then me. I’m still heiress, you know.
I cant deny that. Are you trying to tell me you want to do something… not involving Diago?
… That face says it all.
Rhyan: So where are we gonna go?
Alonso: Where do you want to go?
This is too much like real life, just pick somewhere you dummies.
Rhyan: Stop getting it in my eyes!
I can hear the snorting from here.
Splish splash I was takin’ a bath.
Rhyan: You’re such a weirdo.
Alonso: Why would you say that?
Rhyan: You’re wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night.
Alonso: This is a good look.
Rhyan: Sure.
Rhyan: How many fingers am I holding up?
Alonso: Very funny.
Rhyan: I sure thought so.
Alonso: Maybe I will take my glasses off.
Rhyan: Awhhh, just for me?
Alonso: No, for this.
Alonso: Will you marry me?
Rhyan: HAH! I knew there was an ulterior motive to sending us out on a date. No way this tyrant would let us leave the house without good reason!
Alonso: So is that a yes or what?
Rhyan: Yea, I guess so.
Alonso: Do you like it?
Rhyan: I thought you had commitment issues?
Alonso: I had a lot of issues until I met you.
I swear on my save file that Alonso has never rolled a wish to leave Rhyan, and the reason I had him propose is because Rhyan finally rolled a want for it. I don’t USUALLY force my sims to get together (except for generation 2 when I painstakingly picked a spouse and neither of them seemed interested in the other).
Alonso: That was a fun night out.
Rhyan: Now back to being stuck in the house, only leaving for work?
You are so dramatic! You’re having a wedding, of course you get to leave!
That’s the end of this chapter, folks. Sorry it’s a shorter one with a lot of picture spam. I wont lie, the next chapter is a lot like this one. What can I say, I like taking pictures of them! They’re cute! Thanks for reading!
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