Isabelle is excited to be a big sister, while Beau is just excited to have time off to wear some comfy manternity clothes!

“Looks like it’s your turn now! Good luck!”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”

I sent the happy lil family on a Christmas vacation to Earfell Village and, well…

Beau-cy, you’ve got some ‘splainin to do!

Isabelle’s scared of large parties, so Frances and Beau had a mini celebration!

A big house means a lot of room for Isabelle and her daddies to work on valuable life skills!

“So, Beau, did you change your mind about visiting my sister? They have the strawberry banana baby food you like so much. Edie’s willing to share if you come with.”

“I told you, I’m not going. I have work all week! Plus, your sister’s wife always gives me dirty looks!”

“I know you’ve got at least three vacation days, and Val shouldn’t be a problem since she’ll be out with that… librarian glasses club thing of hers. You’ll be fine.”

“Okay, then what about that stupid cat of hers? I’m allergic to cats. I could die!”

“No, you just sneeze all day and complain. You can take something, can’t you?”

“Uhh, I’m pretty sure it’s rude to sleep all day at someone else’s house!”

“Fine, fine! Don’t go! I swear to the Watcher you’ve got an excuse for everything!”

“… Wait. What was that earlier? About the strawberry banana baby food?”

Sim Headcanon?

So, Valerie Prospero is a grouchy sim, no doubt about it.

I feel like Beau Broke is scared of her? I mean, I am whenever grouchy sims yell at the fourth wall bc they need things ahaha

The labor went so well, Frances immediately changed clothes.

Meet Isabelle Worthington, everyone! c:

Named after my favorite video game puppy!

Frances thinks he might be pregnant.

Beau knows it. Either that or those schnitzel sundaes are very fattening.

Schnitzel Sundae – Beau & Frances

Beau was used to coming home from work finding a surprise from Frances in the bedroom, but this surprise was obviously not intentionally planned.

“I knew Mayhew said you haven’t left the room since he came here, but you haven’t even changed out of your robe.”

“Sorry. I haven’t been able to keep any food down all day. I thought it was best to just take it easy.” Frances gives the pouty face he’s been training himself on. Not his best work, but Beau knows better to harshly judge a sick person.

“Huh,” Beau places a hand on his husband’s forehead, “no fever. But you’re still feeling pukey?”

“That word’s so disgusting, I’m even more nauseated.”

“Sorry, sorry. Let me get next to you.”

Beau climbs onto the other side of the bed, careful not to breathe in any ‘sickie air.’

“Did you eat?” He asks. “You need to have something in you!”

“Of course I ate!”

“What? Soup? Crackers?”

“… A schnitzel sundae.”

The man who finds the word ‘pukey’ disgusting was eating ice cream and schnitzel? Together? Sometimes Beau just does not understand Frances at all.

“No wonder you’re sick! You’re eating weird food that’s obviously not very good for you! Here I thought you were carrying the plague. Just change your eating habits.”

“But it sounded so good when I opened the fridge…”