Last time Molly popped out a kid, Liam FINALLY was able to get married and then they had a kid…and a bonus tag-along kid. Three infants in the house. Oof.
We’ll start off this chapter with Liam hitting max athletic.
And then.. a wild earthquake appears! Liam takes off to tend to the emergencies while thinking of his recent nuptials.
I thought I had a shot of him digging sims out from under the rubble. Alas I do not. Please accept this fire-in-the-pool-room shot instead.
I have decided earthquakes are where it’s at. I believe we’re at 9/30 after this…yep, 7 rubble-covered people got saved during just one earthquake. Here’s hoping we have more of those.
So…guess who’s still around after that bachelor party? Bonehilda is just stuck in a loop of make drinks, drink drink, create puddle, mop puddle.. stopping now and then to make beds or to stand in front of the cribs of babies with dirty diapers so that no adult can actually get to them. I tried resetting her in hopes that would send her home (remember, she’s not ours!) It did not. Didn’t even move her.
Molly finally popped a want to get married, so I sent her up to the upper floor balcony and called Sammy over to have a nice private ceremony right here. And so she ruins my shot with not just a ringing phone, but also a skill bar (I guess getting married builds charisma? Otherwise no idea what it was for.)
They quickly exchange rings while I try to ignore the pocket ringing (no, she would not like to go on a date with you, she’s busy FORSAKING ALL OTHERS)
I now pronounce you man and wife.
Aw, look at how adoringly he looks at her. I bet he’s thinking how beautiful she — oh. Why are his first married words about Melissa?
And then he is (mostly) forgiven because his first action as a member of the household is to autonomously walk downstairs, gaze at his baby girl, and do a fist pump. (Or maybe he was just happy she was asleep.)
Birthday time for Luna! Aunt Melissa (who had done pretty much all the taking care of burrito baby Luna) was deliriously excited for this milestone.
Sparkle sparkle.. age up.. oof. Baby girl, I will fix you up, gimme a sec.
Aw, that’s better! With clothes & hair, she’s actually kind of adorable! And a moon dress? How perfect! She has her mom’s hair color, but I have a feeling she’s going to look mostly like her daddy otherwise. We shall see.
Sammy set to skilling her right away.
Because mommy’s off on a case, digging in trash & dusting for prints.
Liam & Melissa set about filling up the bars of their spawn.
Melissa: I get to feed him a bottle zomg SQUEEEE!!!!1!
After the babies
bars were all full needs were all tended to, Liam tried to head to the garage to workout. Dude. You already maxed that. Upgrade your extinguisher.
Meanwhile Bonehilda wets herself. Again.
Melissa is upgrading the speakers of a stereo for an opportunity. She decided to work on her plies while doing so. (Seriously, what is up with that leg positioning?)
Liam: We were JUST up here like 90 minutes ago. How are they lonely again?
No idea, man. I’ve never seen sim babies whose social bar drops as quickly as these two, and neither one has a social trait. (I randomized. Both ended up with Loves the Outdoors, Phoenix got Virtuoso and Ember got Artistic. Neither got Super Clingy Needy Attention Hog.)
Equally perplexing is why Liam rolled a want for another baby when he always pulls this face around the two he already has. No more for you, mister. No more for anyone right now.
Anyway, they got the twins happy again, and then it was off to City Hall because the mayor (who looks fresh out of Hogwarts) was holding a ceremony for Fire Chief Liam. There was much confetti, and balloons, and pro-firefighter signage, and cheering..
Then they got ready to fight.
Just kidding. Mayor Hogwarts slipped an invisible medal around his neck and gave him a present, but apparently had a moment where he thought about punching him.
Liam: OMFG a present?! I LOVE presents!! You must really like me!
Oh Liam, if only you knew what he had been thinking moments before.
Then it was time for everyone to cheer more while Liam stood amidst it all thinking about what a mother-flippin’ hero he was.
And then the ceremony was abruptly over, everyone started thinking of someone else, and I snapped the second shot because you can see all the little glitched “Basement Cat” sims because their thought bubbles are sprouting from the ground. HOW do I fix this? Drives me bonkers.
Learning to talk.
Bonehilda: “Someone was thoughtful enough to make these refreshing drinks.”
You. You made those drinks. Leave them be.
Seriously, put the glass down.
Bonehilda: Hmm, there seems to be a puddle here…
GAH. Bonehilda, you need a 12 step program. Seriously. *tries again to reset her with still no effect*
Off taking a random pretty shot of the lighthouse at sunset when the game lets me know…
The mystical full moon begins its ascent into the sky. Goodie. First Bonehilda who may as well be named Betsy Wetsy, then the weird full moon lighting…
…and zombies moaning and groaning about not being able to get in my locked gate to eat Liam’s brain and/or his garden. Supernatural is not my favorite EP at the moment.
Oh well, babies are growing up anyway, weird lighting be damned.
Oh, uh, but first Melissa. I totally didn’t forget you. Happy Adulting.
Basil! *squee* I missed you. You’re looking dapper in your old age. Glad you could come to watch the babies get big. (Kitty’s here too, but she stays on the porch an awkwardly long time.)
Now up is Phoenix. Liam suffocates the baby in his armpit before dropping him on the floor to spin & sparkle.
Boom. One birthday derp done. Next!
Ember is brought to the cake as gramma Kitty decides to join the rest of us inside.
And that seals it. All three toddlers are adorable little smushfaces and I love them. Any of them (or Molly’s final kid if she has one.. there’s one more house slot) will be potentially up for heirdom, since I never did pick a Molly or a Liam. Definitely no more dual heirs though. I want a nice, calm, teeny-tiny generation next go round. LOL
But I’m getting way ahead of myself. They’re all just tots. Which means, next time… toddler spam! And it’ll be awesome because the full moon sickly glow won’t be there all the time.