“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“Looks like it’s your turn now! Good luck!”
“Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”
“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?”
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.
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…”
The Sims of San Myshuno 