“Oh, hey Edie! What’s up?”
“Yes, I heard about the baby! Congratulations! Mason, right?”
“Well, I’d love to see him, but Beau isn’t so willing. You know him, he’s got an excuse to get out of everything he doesn’t want to do.”
“I can always try. I’ll tell him about the strawberry banana baby food, too, if I have to.”
Angela and Lillith discuss their plans for the little ones.
Angela is dead set on Renee being the most popular girl in school, maybe even bring in beauty pageant prize money. Mary Sue and Kaylynn already have contacts with a few modelling agencies, just waiting for a gig perfect for their little granddaughter.
Lillith, on the other hand, just wants Louis to not grow up to be a nerd.
“Up! Up!”
“Yup, up we go! Whew, you’re getting heavy!”
“I can’t believe it! The snow’s already gone and I still have to go to school! This is dumb!”
“*yawn* Time to get up. You got school today.”
“Wow! That’s a big yawn, daddy! Hey! Hey! Do you think we’ll get a snow day.”
“Sorry, Candy. I don’t think they cancel school for melting snow.”
“That’s no fair…”
“Hey, Clarence. Do you think today will be a snow day?”
“You do realize today’s the first day of Spring, right?”
“Who wrote the rules saying it can’t be a snow day in Spring?”
“I can’t believe we’re getting married!”
“Yeah. Next thing we know is your mom will be asking about us having kids!”
“Please. Like we’re ever having kids!”
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…”
“So, do you want to have a boy or a girl?”
As innocent of a question it was, Angela seems to be bothered by it.
“Why should it matter?” She asks. “We’ll still love him or her the same, right?”
“I know we will.” Dustin turns his head forward, keeping his eyes off his wife. “I just thought I’d ask.”
“Hey,” Angela’s voice softens, “don’t feel down about it.” She lowers her volume to a whisper. “I’m secretly hoping we have a girl. I’ve always loved the name Renee, after all.” She giggles.
“So you do have a preference!”
“Oh, hush! If we have a son, we never had this conversation.”
The Sims of San Myshuno 