Rose 2.34: Don't break the rules!

     For some reason, I go to work in my graduation robe.

     Once I'm home from work, I'm looking forward to taking Tiffany down to the beach. I don't find her downstairs or in her workshop, so I go upstairs to find her fast asleep. I smile when I see her.

     I get in the bed beside her, and she wakes up. "No, no. Go ahead and sleep."
     "I was just dozing anyway," she replies and cuddles up next to me. I sigh happily, glad things are much better between us than they were early this morning.
     "Are you ready to go to the beach?" I ask.
     "No. I don't want to go anymore," she answers wistfully. "I'm just too tired. That's why I was trying to take a nap."
     I wonder if she was trying to throw a hint in my direction. "Would you like me to get up so that you can?"
     She rests her head on my shoulder. "I give up on sleeping, but I'm just too tired to go to the beach."
     "Okay," I reply, and we sit here and talk about little things until the sun sets.

     "You've never said," Tiffany states, "whether or not you want a boy or a girl."
     I chuckle quietly. "I just want a baby."
     "Well, whatever it is, I just hope it looks like you."
     I see out of the corner of my eye as she looks up at me, and I laugh at what she said. "Why me? No. How about a girl as beautiful as her mother, with her mother's sapphire eyes so that she can drive all the boys crazy when she says no to them because her papa told her to."
     Tiffany takes her turn laughing. "I didn't drive all the boys crazy."
     Keeping my head facing the same direction, my eyes cut down to her as I say quietly, "You drove this boy crazy."
     "Well, that's all that matters," she replies, and I have to kiss her, remembering how she would disrupt my life whenever she'd call or text me, even accidentally, during my stay at university. I would think I had everything under control, my ladies all happy. Then she would call me, and I'd wonder if I had anything under control the way I thought I did.

     Time passes, and Tiffany's belly grows. I don't think she eats enough, but she insists she does. Mama catches me saying something about it to my wife, and she giggles and tells me that Papa would say the same things to her. I let it go for that afternoon because then she and Tiffany have a bonding moment, and I like that they get along.

      One afternoon not too much later, I hear Tiffany cry out in the upstairs bathroom.

     After running up there, I see she's in labor, and I panic like all sims do, especially the dads.
     "Why won't you go to the hospital?" I beg her. We've discussed this already, and she wants to have the child at home.
     She doesn't answer me, instead crying out and making huffing breaths.

      She screams, and I beg, "Tiffany, please, let me take you to the hospital!"
      Loudly, she replies, "On your bicycle?! We don't have a car!" She huffs more breaths. "I'm not riding my broom all the way to the hospital!"
      "We'll call a taxi!"
      "And waste finite resources?! No! We are living green! That would break the rules!"

     We take our discussion to the hallway. I watch her, not knowing what to do. The Maker clicks for both of us to go downstairs, but only I listen. I say this because I do not want to look like I'm abandoning my wife while she's in pain.

     It's a boy!

      Tiffany walks down the stairs with our son in her arms. I happily go to her and wrap my arms around both her and our son. "You...are wonderful," I tell her and kiss her temple.
      "I'm feeling wonderful," she tells me humbly. "We have a son."
      I look at my little boy, love filling me. How is it that I feel my heart has grown? "Let me hold him," I beg patiently.

     She hands him to me a little faster than I expected. "Hold his head, Donovan!" she frets.
     "I've held a baby before," I tell her, not telling her that Milo and Giselle were actually toddlers by the time I could hold them. Still, I do as she says.

     I put him up to my shoulder, and he starts rooting around, probably an instinctual thing. I chuckle and hold my precious son close.
     Mama comes dashing over to me to see her grandson. He's her second grandson, but we haven't seen Marcel, Fiona's son, at all. "What's his name?" she eagerly asks. I can tell she wants to take him from me so she can hold him herself, but she'll have to wait.
     "Lorenzo," both Tiffany and I say at the same time. Our eyes meet, and I smile.

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Yay! Generation 3 is peeking through! I did the roll...not quite sure how that roll will get played out, but I have a little time, not to mention 3 more kids to get into the fun since I rolled for Donnie to have 4. Not that I'm anywhere NEAR finished screwing with gen 2.

Lorenzo has the artistic and couch potato traits. I decided to pick one from each parent. He's completely human, no magic.

News:
-Rose reached lvl 10 of the painting career
-Carmen James aged to adult finally, and THE next notification was that Skye asked her to marry him. He moves into her house with her and her father not too long after this. I guess I'm going to leave it be and just make like Lorelei and Pedro II no longer exist. :(
-Milo got engaged! To Angela DeLuca...I'm not sure, but I think she was one of the ones to tease Fiona when they were teens, which puts her some amount older than Milo. Oh well. SP doesn't care.

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