Beesly 5: Round 9

 

 Last round, Valentine Beesly was enjoying finally being an only child. She aged up from child to teen, and began searching for a soulmate with the help of her family's karaoke machine. Eventually, she decided on Toronto Caligula, who although he was a romance Sim would compliment her pleasure lifetime want of having 50 dream dates quite nicely. And, somehow during the course of the round the family ended up with a dog...

 

Hi there. 

Toronto: Oh, hi mysterious voice.

Um...dog?

Toronto: Don't you remember? He came from Valentine's aunt's house-they're right across the street.

Oh, right...Winter is one of Izzi's puppies. I forget where these pets end up.

 

 So being that you're a romance Sim I'm guessing that a wedding won't be in order.

Toronto: Nah, not really my thing. 

Just don't try anything funny. I don't think I can take anymore drama this round.

 Toronto: Don't worry, I'll be too busy trying to become a Rock God.

 

And I'm glad to see you two are still as in love as ever.

May: Yes, old age hasn't slowed Pao down at all.

Ok, too much information...

 

So I can't help but notice that you two haven't gotten jobs... 

 Toronto: The music career hasn't come up.

Ok, and Valentine?

Valentine: I haven't been feeling well.

 

Can't argue with you on that one.

 

 Well, that certainly explains it!

   

 And it looks like Toronto is well on his way!

   

 May: Ugh, that dog stinks! Why did I agree to take it from June?

Pao: I'm working on the smell thing.

 At least the dog is staying in the tub.

 

Any day now, huh?

Valentine: Yup.

 

 Ok, seriously, can you two keep your hands off of each other for one minute?

 

How's the dating coming for you two?

Valentine: We're up to 6 dream dates. 

A good start considering you're pregnant.

 

 And it looks like Valentine's finally chosen a profession...even if she can't go just yet.

 

Baby time!

Just one...

 

 And...

Valentine: It's a boy! Meet Patrick!

Ah, like St. Patrick's day. I get it. Appropriate that he's wearing green.

 

Calista: Say, you're one of those romantic people...wanna take it out back?

Toronto: Ew, no!

Great, now Calista's going around thinking every Romance sim's got the hots for her.

 

Patrick's certainly a cute little guy...

 

 Again?

Valentine: I want a girl, and I want her now. The closer together they're born, the less time between when they go to college.

 A good point.

 

Happy birthday, dear Patrick...

 

 And he's ready for the toddler prom!

 

Glad to see the toddler's given you somethinge else to focus on.

May: I am too!

 

And let the toddler teaching begin! 

 Valentine: Come on, Patrick...you can do it...

 

Looks like you taught Patrick to walk just in time.

Valentine: I know.

 

 Wow, congratulations.

Toronto: Told you I wasn't planning anything funny.

Sorry, old habits die hard.

Toronto: Trust me, after what my dad did to my mom, I know what my limits are. I won't do that to Patrick or the new baby.

 

 And it looks like Valentine is changing jobs again...probably to snag the bookcase for the kids to use later. Good thing about a non-career lifetime want is it lets the Sims job-hop.

  

 

And while the parents continue to date each other downstairs, the forgotten members of the family hang out in the upstairs hallway.

Patrick: Nice puppy...

 

 Baby time again!

   

I don't think there are any twin genes to kick in with these two...they must be the only couple in town without them. 

  

 

And it's a...

Valentine: Girl! Meet baby Hannukah!

Cute name.

Well, it's just about time for me to make my exit as everybody celebrates the little festival of lights...

You know, that's not exactly what I meant, Valentine.


Valentine: I know!

 

 And at least Winter is getting some socialization...even if it is with a wolf. Ok, now I really need to be moving on. I'll see everybody next round!

 

 A Message From the Mysterious Voice: After so much Romance-sim inspired drama in the past few houses, I was so relieved that Toronto had a career-related LTW meaning I could pretty much ignore his not-so-appropriate wants. Actually, Toronto didn't seem to have as many of those as, say, Holland and Cinnimon did. And his aspiration did help out with Valentine's 50 dream dates want-there was not a point during the week where one of them didn't have a want to ask someone on a date. Valentine pretty much dated her way through two pregnancies.

Warner 1: Round 9

 

 Last round, Dot Warner and her boyfriend Holland Halpert moved back in wit Destiny and Eric after completing college. Holland, being a romance sim, immediately began laying the foundation for chasing his lifetime want of WooHoo-ing with 20 Sims. He also displayed some rather inappropriate affection for Dot's older sister Angelica and for her mother. Dot, oblivious to this, began chasing her own dream of becoming Captain Hero while also giving birth to a daughter, Elmyra. Meanwhile, her parents continued to work towards Eric's lifetime want of having 50 dream dates.

 

Holland, step away!

Holland: What? I was just complimenting her on her new dress.

I've got my eye on you, mister.

 

 Ugh, I have too many other things to worry about on this lot. Bixby Rabbit...

 

 Oh, darn. He'll be promoted back up in a day or so anyway.

 

 Again, Holland...step away!

 Holland: What? She's not related to Dot at all. 

Unless "she" is Dot, I'm never going to be ok with this.

 

Sorry about the demotion, Eric.

Eric: That's ok. It's actually nice to not have so many responsibilities at work right now. I'm needed around here more.

How's Elmyra?

Eric: She seems fine for now. I just hope she never gets word of what her father's been doing. 

Have you...gotten word of what her father's been doing?

Eric: I saw Angelica's new daughter, Valley. It doesn't take a genius to see how closely she resembles Elmyra. I can't seem to figure out how to bring it up with Dot, though.

You could just wait until Thanksgiving when they both bring identical daughters to dinner.

 

 Nice! So, you're one step closer to your lifetime want, right?

Dot: Yup.

Good...very good.

 

Happy birthday, dear Elmyra...

 

 Aww, she's still cute.

 

But apparently she's very angry...Elmyra, care to tell me why you're beating up the bear?

Elmyra: Daddy kissed Mommy!

But...isn't Daddy supposed to kiss Mommy?

Elmyra: But he's cheating on Aunt Angelica!

....How on Earth do you know that?

 

Jill: You'd better be nice to me. I could be your new step-mom.

Elmyra: But...my mommy still lives here. My parents aren't divorced.

Trust me, Jill. With Holland's ideas about marriage, you're not going to be anybody's new step-mom anytime soon.

 

 Well, well, well. Look who's trying to be a good father.

 Holland: What? I'm a great father. She's still alive, isn't she?

Yes, truly the mark of a great parent is being able to keep a child alive.

 

Oops, sorry Eric. Got you confused with Steve Beesly there.

Eric: That's fine. We do kind of look alike. 

And I now return you to your incredibly awkward breakfast...

 

 Holland!

 Holland: I'm not getting any younger, you know. And I'm only on number 3...

 Do you have to do it here? Your kid will be home in like an hour...

 

Blow whistle Dot...

 

Yes!

 

 So, you're like...really happy now, right?

Dot: Yes. 

Like, really really happy?

Dot: Yes. 

And by any chance are you afraid of...I don't know...catching Holland with somebody else?

Dot: No, why?

Err...no reason. 

 

 Eric: Just who do you think you are, anyway? I have half a mind to go find my daughter and tell her what I saw you two doing out here...

 

Don't bother, Eric. Holland is just stupid enough to blow his own cover. Really, I had nothing to do with this... 

 

 Dot: How could you? How many other women have you been with?

Holland: Ow! That was my face!

Dot: You're lucky that that's all I did!

 

Elmyra: I got an A+!

 At least something good is happening around here...

 

 Venice: I think it's terrible what he did, but...why did you call me over?

Well, I told her to. I figured you knew a thing or two about breaking up families...

Venice: I keep telling you, I don't know what you're talking about.

 

 Congrats on the promotion, Eric.

Eric: Thanks.

You look oddly happy considering what's going on...

Eric: I'm just happy someone slapped Holland across the face.

   

 Let's try this again...Bixby Rabbit.

 

Yes!

Oh, no...

Holland: Yeah, things have been pretty rough. I can't really have anybody over, you know, and I get kind of lonely...

 

 Eric: So, do you understand why Mommy is so mad at Daddy?

Elmyra: Yes. Because Daddy brought that other lady over here. It's only OK when he goes over to aunt Angelica's house.

 Eric: No, Elmyra. It's really not ok when he does that either.

Elmyra: I'm confused.

Don't worry, Elmyra. So am I.

 

 Ok, now I'm not confused anymore. I'm just slightly revolted.

 Holland: Say, you must be tired after that long shift. Why don't you call it quits early and come out back with me...

 

Wow, Gigi...you look good considering your ex-husband died of old age this round.

Gigi: Bitterness keeps you young, you know.

 

 So you two are still plugging away at the dates?

Eric: We're up to 30!

Great...but should you really be dating in front of Elmyra?

Destiny: Hey, she has to see what a healthy relationship looks like. 

This is true.

 

 Holland: Huh...what do you want, Andre? What are you talking about? She's your kid, dude. Of course she is. I don't know why she called me "Daddy" the other day. Maybe you just need to stay at home more.

 Ok, and on that note I think it's time for me to make my exit. I'll see this little soap opera again next round.

 

A Message from the Mysterious Voice: Man, this lot was confusing! I didn't realize until I got back to this lot that Holland actually had a child with both Angelica and Dot and that this would be a problem. Elmyra can now not stand to see her father kiss anyone-even if Holland kissed Dot, she cried because she saw that as him cheating on her aunt. Destiny and Eric freaked, too. And no, I didn't make Holland kiss Jill in front of Dot. He really is just that stupid and did it on his own.