“Hey, handsome~!”
“Eeep!”
“Sexy, right?”
“You, um, gave me quite the surprise!”
“So how about this baby making? I got all dolled up just for yooou~!”
“I have a feeling you’re not taking this seriously.”
“What are you talking about? I’m being super cereal right now!”
“Super cereal?”
“That’s what I said. Family planning is the most cereal thing ever!”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah! Now let’s both get cereal!”
“So, I was thinking, how about we have another baby?”
“What? Why would we do that?”
“I made a promise to my mother, Beau. She wants a Frances IV.”
“And you have to be the one to give her one becaaaause?”
“Because I’m Frances III”
“Okay, but we have Francesca. Close enough right?”
“We need to have a boy, Beau.”
“Well, when Francesca turns 18 we can ask her if she wants to-”
“No!”
“Okay, okay. I was just kidding. Hmmm…”
“Yes?”
“Y’know, trying might be fun. As long as you take the reigns for this one, I’m game.”
“So a deal?”
“Deal.”
Because every mention of a party was met with a “nooooooo,” Beau and Frances respected their younger daughter’s wishes by having just a small celebration. Francesca was very happy to have a day all about her!
Beau listens happily to Isabelle talk about the cute boy she met at the boardwalk, while Frances is internally screaming.
“Eeewww! Not in my room!”
(a continuation of this)
“Hey, you feeling any better?”
“I will be happy if I never see another cat ever again in my life.”
“You say that every time. Uh, what’s with the cloth?”
“Oh, it was on my face, but once its work finished, I moved it up on my head so I could see. My mom used to do that all the time for me and my older brother when I was a kid.”
“Your brother gets like this too?”
“Heh, yeah. It’s from my dad, apparently, just like the inability to grow a beard. Don’t you have something than runs in your family like that?”
“Hm, I never really thought about that. I mean, from my mother’s side, most of us have double-jointed thumbs. Well, except Lillian, and she’s not too happy about that. Uh, we also share a fondness for imported chocolates.”
“Wow, you rich people sure are boring!”
“Well, what am I supposed to mention? Acne only showing up on our backs and never the face during those awkward teenage years?”
“Haha, really? Now that’s the weird inherited stuff I was looking for.”
“I didn’t know it was all too different from anyone else’s.”
“Well, y’know *yawn* unique genetic chemical thingies. High school *yawn* biology stuff.”
“Antihistamine finally kicking in?”
“’Mmmmyeah. Think so.”
“I’ll go put Francesca to bed, then. Good night, Beau.”
“G’night, babe.”
Looks like Francesca’s well on her way to grow up to be a food critic someday!
“Ugh, I am never going to your sister’s house again!”
“I’m sorry I brushed you off like you were just making excuses. You really did look like you were about to die.”
“Nah, it’s okay. Sorry I’m a big baby.”
“Beau, you’re not a big baby. Now how about I draw you a bath and get you some clean clothes?”
“Thanks, babe. Y’know, Mason was a pretty cute baby. Your family’s got some great genes.”
“Yes, he was. Now let’s get you out of yours.”
That luck Beau said he didn’t need?
Yeah, he needed it.
But here’s Francesca Worthington! c:
“Daddy? Papa? What’s woohoo?”
“U-Uhm, well… Hey! Let’s talk about sports instead! I heard you’re playing soccer in gym?”
The Sims of San Myshuno 