We start with an excelent example of sim parenting. The little girl is starving on the floor, while her parents are enjoying some lunch. Liam can´t give her a bottle, because he “doesn´t know the family good enough”.
Some three or four hours later.
Arielle has a midlife crisis.
Arielle: Are those wrinkels?
No, sweetie, you look fine.
But we have to start the new generation, so Marina, Kisa and Teodor move out.
Arielle has a sing-a-gram for Miles, but has to make a detour to the toilet.
She doesn´t bother to put on her singer outfit after that.
Miles is HUNGRY, but I stuffed his inventory with plasma fruits, before he moved out.
Arielle knows him good enough to give him a new one.
Her pregnancy outfit is actually pretty colour coordinated.
Well, it´s his sleep wear.
Mortimer starts his designer career. It´s easy enough, but it´s already bugging out on me – he waits for hours for the customers.
I never had two pregnant sims at the same time. I thought, this would be funny.
Arielle is farther along, though.
Liam: Oh, no, you are in labour!
Arielle: But I´m so hungry!
Liam: Fear not, I´ll summon an ambulance!
Mortimer: Oh, no, you are in labour!
Mortimer: Don´t really care, let´s wohoo with my boyfriend.
Liam: Forget the ambulance, that´s a much better idea. Hey, I´m pregnant!
Stoutland: Is something the matter, dear?
Arielle: I would prefer to have a show right now.
Stoutland: Oh, no, you are in labour!
Liam & Mortimer: *smooching*
Ariella: I REALLY would prefer to have a show right now.
It´s a boy!
Little Sebastian loves the cold and is friendly.
Liam: I feel funny.
Well, you look funny.
Liam: Geez, thanks. You COULD give us a better pregnancy outfit, you know.
Nope, too funny.
Liam: Ouch. I think the food was bad.
Benito (what´s he doing here, anyway?): Oh, no, you are in labour!
Arielle: Oh, no, you are in labour!
Liam: This shit is really tiring.
And another boy! Little Scott rolled neurotic and friendly.