What a Girl Wants (Round 12, Fall)

This house was mostly played before my old computer messed up. I had to only play one more day in this house, and I ended up not taking any pictures that day, so all of the pictures in this update are from my old computer and old video card. The next update–Jessica Craig’s lot–will be from my new computer.

“Oh, man,” Tammie Austin says. “What is that smell?” She lifts one arm and takes a sniff. “Ugh, it’s me. Do I really stink that bad? Stupid pregnancy. These hormones are giving me superhuman smell.”

Tammie had always kind of entertained the idea of children one day–but that was one day as in “far, far away when I’m old and have lost my looks so what else should I do with my life?” She hadn’t counted on her birth control having a major fail and resulting in her ballooning to the size of a whale during the prime of her youth.

“My TV and my computer are broken!” Tammie tells her landlord. “Go fix them now! Trust me, you do not want a pregnant woman with no TV or computer running around this apartment.”

I’ll get to it later, the landlord decides.

“This place is a mess,” Tammie moans, trying not to let the sickening smell of the dirty dishes overwhelm her. “I need someone to clean up and fix things since the landlord is crap.”

Tammie invites Waylon Menon over that afternoon. The two of them have never formally talked about the status of their relationship, but Tammie decides that since he was the one who knocked her up, he’s the one that gets to deal with the consequences.

“You’re moving in,” Tammie tells him.

“I am?” Waylon asks. He grins stupidly. He’s been wanting Tammie to commit, to give some definition of what their relationship is other than just sex (in which he has to go by the names Zane or Belinda just to make her happy).

“Oh yeah, and I’m pregnant,” Tammie says. “It’s yours, I’m keeping it, blah blah blah. Stop grinning like you did something you should be proud of and fix my computer.”

Maybe it won’t be so bad having a man around the house.

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Tammie and Waylon settle into a routine of sorts. Waylon cleans the dishes and cooks grilled cheese–he really, really loves grilled cheese–for them and Tammie watches The Sim and the Restless, claiming that she needs to take it easy to keep from stressing the baby.

Tammie soon finds out though that Waylon is very excited about the idea of being a father.

“I’ve been thinking about names for the baby,” Waylon says. “If it’s a girl we could name her after my mother, Abigail.”

“Wrong,” Tammie tells him. “I already have names picked out. Baine for a boy and Bindy for a girl. I’m naming my child after the two people who mean the most in the world to me–Zane and Belinda Smith.”

“Those college roommates you’re in love with?” Waylon asks. He looks a bit hurt, but Tammie barely notices.

“Don’t worry your empty little head about it,” Tammie says, patting his hand. “You’re the one that lives with me and gets to knock me up. Zane and Belinda are just side obsessions. They’re the people on my Free Pass.”

“What’s a Free Pass?”

“It’s the list of people I get to sleep with, no questions asked, should the opportunity ever arise. Zane and Belinda are my Free Pass. Who are yours?”

“I don’t really have a Free Pass,” Waylon admits. The thought of having someone else besides Tammie hasn’t crossed his mind.

“You should really get one,” Tammie tells him, turning her attention back to her grilled cheese.

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Tammie sleeps a lot as her stomach grows bigger, so Waylon spends his nights after work finding things to occupy his time.

And he often wonders what the noisy neighbor next door is doing in her living room.

“Great,” Tammie mutters. “I’m eating lunch with bugs. Thank you, Waylon. It looks as though I’ll be raising two children around here.”

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Pregnancy makes Tammie cranky (although secretly Waylon thinks Tammie is always cranky, not just while pregnant), so Waylon tries to stay out of her way. He’s not always successful.

“Move!” Tammie yells. “I’m exhausted, my ankles are the size of watermelons, and I have your demon spawn playing the drum on my bladder. Get out of my way!”

Her cravings haven’t stopped either, even though she’s nearly ready to give birth. “You got the double mint chocolate chip ice cream, right? And the strawberry cheesecake? And the spicy pickles?”

“I got everything, dear,” Waylon says.

As they leave the Green Grocer, Tammie suddenly squeals.

“Belinda!” she exclaims, stopping the blonde woman. “It’s so good to see you. How are you? How is Zane?”

“Um, we’re good,” Belinda says. She tries to edge around Tammie, but Tammie isn’t letting her go so easily.

“I guess you see my big news, huh?” Tammie says, motioning toward her stomach. “I’m about to pop any second now. Watch out or my water might break on your feet.”

Belinda tries to smile, but it looks more like a grimace.

“This doofus over here is Waylon, my baby daddy. Look at those ears. My poor kid is probably going to look like Dumbo.”

Waylon touches his ears. He doesn’t think they stick out that bad. Do they?

“Well, it’s been great talking to you,” Belinda says. “But I need to get going–”

“So soon?” Tammie asks. “I was hoping the two of us could get together sometime. Privately. We could invite Zane too. Three is the perfect crowd, I always say.”

“I really don’t think we have time,” Belinda says. “We’re both really busy with work and our kids. In fact, I have to go pick up the kids from their playdate right now. Bye!”

Belinda hurries away. Tammie watches her walk, admiring Belinda’s long, lean legs. “She is so hot,” Tammie says. “Come on, Waylon, we have to get home and get to bed right now.”

“I assume I’ll be Belinda today?” Waylon asks.

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A few days later, Tammie feels the worst pain she’s ever felt in her life. “Ohmygodgetthisthingoutofmerightnow!” she yells. “Waylon, stop standing there being useless and get me to the hospital!”

Waylon Menon and Tammie Austin bring home a son, Baine Austin. Tammie insists on giving him her name because she says Baine Austin sounds cooler than Baine Menon.

“Here, you take this,” Tammie says, passing the baby to Waylon again.

Waylon has proven his usefulness now that the baby has arrived.

He often takes care of Baine while Tammie is at work or hanging out with friends (does Tammie even have friends? Waylon wonders). He doesn’t mind so much. Waylon loves his son and yes, he even loves Tammie, no matter how bossy and harsh she is toward him.

But taking care of an infant and working and taking care of the apartment is exhausting.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Waylon,” Tammie says. “I pushed a human being out of my girl parts. The least you can do is take care of us without complaint.”

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I have to point out here that Tammie is a family Sim, but she doesn’t really act like one. She hasn’t rolled up the want to get engaged or married and she doesn’t roll up very many wants toward Baine. And yes, Waylon does all of the autonomous cleaning while Tammie lays around being lazy. Tammie’s wants mostly focus on skilling or talking to people.

Also, I’ve decided to switch to an aging system like Laura uses at Lakeside Heights. I’ve worked out some notes and plans, and I’ll post an entry talking more about it this weekend. The new system won’t be put into place until the start of Round 13 though, so the rest of Round 12 will finish out as normal.