“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.
“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.”
Worthingtons sure know how to party.
Charlotte I see u gettin thirsty for Beau. Honey, you’re both married to different people and he’s queer as a 3 dollar bill.
Y’know, this does NOT look comfortable for either party.
At. All.
“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.”
“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 