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Edmund was assigned the dreaded group project in biology class. His teacher-assigned partner was Rosalie Weaver. She came home with him after school one day to get their presentation together on Avalonian genetic history.
His siblings joined him at the dining table to puzzle out their math assignment, so it was a regular homework party.
After a few hours of work, Edmund and Rosalie had something that Edmund didn’t think would completely embarrass them in class. Rosalie, strangely enough, seemed to be energized by all the hard work. “I think this is going to be awesome!” she said. “You’re lucky to be on a team with me.”
“I thought you were going to help me with my math,” Victoria whined at the same time.
Edmund winced. “My brain is mush,” he said darkly. “Can’t you do your own homework by yourself for once?”
“I can help,” Winston said. “If we get done quick, we can practice dance before dinner.”
Victoria did not look convinced, either about dance practice or about math help from her younger brother. Since there didn’t seem to be a better option, she accepted his offer.
When the kids had cleared out, Edmund offered Rosalie an early dinner before she left.
Rosalie smirked. “You know, your kid siblings are really adorable.”
“‘Adorable’ is not the first word I would use to describe them,” Edmund said grumpily, but he was smiling. He really had a high tolerance for the shenanigans of his siblings.
“You’re really lucky, you know?” Rosalie continued. “When I was growing up, it was just me and Mom. I never really knew my dad. Now that Mom’s gone, I’m living with my older cousins until I’m old enough to move out. I think it would be wonderful to have a big family.”
“Ahem.” The teens look up to see Dylan looming over them. “I think my son might has failed to mention that he’s grounded. The very last think you should be doing is inviting girls home.”
“Dad!” Edmund cried, mortified. “Rosalie’s my study partner! What did you think we were doing? She doesn’t even like guys, and she has a girlfriend!”
“I think you have missed the point, son,” Dylan said.
“Uh,” Rosalie broke in, “I think I’ll be going. I’ll see you at school, Edmund.”
Edmund tried to salvage his shattered pride and escorted Rosalie out.
“Dad!” he said. “Now you’re humiliating me in front of my classmates! How is that necessary?”
“I have the authority in this family,” Dylan said. “When I say you’re grounded, I mean it. Go to your room.”
Edmund opened his mouth to argue, then got a black look on his face and stalked upstairs.
Playing with her lightened his mood a little bit.
He just needed a way to talk to his father, that was all.
And the one person who knew how to do that was his mom.
Sawyer was so successful at making his birthday a nonevent that he completely forgot about it too. He was caught unawares at the library while he researched an obscure neurological disorder.
His first experience of middle age was to autograph one of his journal articles for a medical student who recognized him.
Not too bad, all told. He was now being recognized as outstanding in his field.
Shortly afterward, he went to the dealership and came home with a new electric car. That seemed much appropriate to his newfound prominence than the family van.
The next day, Edmund and Rosalie gave their presentation at school, and Andria was experimenting with a new cake recipe.
“What do I make for a plantsim anyway,” she fretted. “That kid doesn’t even eat!”
“Well, then you can’t fail,” Dylan said. “She’ll appreciate whatever you bake just as much as anything else. The rest of us will appreciate your cooking genius.”
“Nice try,” Andria said, “but you still don’t get to lick the spoon.”
Dylan chucked. “You can see right through me.”
“There. It’s done.” He left the mailbox empty and walked back inside.
Abby arrived early for the family celebration. Chaim was on his way from work.
Sawyer launched himself at her out of nowhere. “Abby! Now that you’re gone, I never see you.”
“I’m cutting Manisha out of my life,” Sawyer growled.
“Wow,” Abby. “I guess things have been really bad.” She was pretty sure that Manisha had done the cutting out after Gamora’s toddler birthday, but she didn’t rub Sawyer’s nose in it.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “You don’t need her. You have this fatherhood thing nailed.”
“Chaim!” Andria exclaimed. “Don’t stand outside like a stranger! Come inside!”
Chaim grinned. “Whatever you say, ma’am. I’m just happy to be here.”
Sawyer went upstairs to get Gamora from her nap.
He looked into her toddler eyes one last time. She would never depend on him again the way she did now.
Gamora took the first slice of cake out of politeness.
But she gave up on it quickly.
While everyone else ate, she sat down and played with her doll.
They both flushed, and Abby averted her eyes, giggling. “I guess that lets the cat out of the bag,” she said softly.
“I want you to know that I’m going to do my very best to be a good husband to your sister,” Chaim said.
“Did you say something?” Sawyer asked. “I’m about to beat level 100.”
“Don’t expect Sawyer to make sense,” Abby cautioned Chaim. “He’s…. Sawyer.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Abby said. “This isn’t a game to me. If anything, I’ve thought about this relationship too much.”
“You’re right,” Abby said. “It’s not your place. Come back when you’ve had some experience of your own.
Chaim listened to Winston talk about food for half the evening, and he even seemed to be interested.
By the time Abby and Chaim left, it was past the kids’ bedtime. Dylan and Andria hustled everyone to bed.
Sawyer stayed behind in the tech den to look at real estate listings on the Internet. Abby was moving forward with her life. Now that Gamora was growing up, maybe it was time for him to change too.
Welcome to childhood and autonomous action, Gamora!
I did the math a few days ago and discovered that all four heirs will be teens for one day. That makes the heir poll so much easier! Not the result, just the poll — I REALLY don’t know who I want to win.
I had a lot of fun with this party. I’ve been leaving sims on autonomy a lot more often just to see what happens. Dylan, Andria, and Victoria all went off to do their own things during the party, but everyone else congregated in the tech den and had entertaining conversations.
Abby and Chaim were only living together for about three days before NRaas announced that they were engaged. Abby was the first spare I moved out unmarried. I wanted to see how her relationship with Chaim would progress without my help. I guess it went pretty well!
In fact, she asked him.
It was nice to see my simself’s daughter with Forest in a cameo. Since Forest really should not be reproducing, I think that for story purposes Rosalie will not be related to the Samples.
Ah, Sawyer’s amazing changing hairstyles. His hair keeps changing on me. I’m certain I have “locked” his hairstyle at least twice, but I keep ending up with different styles on different outfits anyway. I thought the more severe comb-over suited his personality best, but the longer one he wore as a teen WILL NOT go away, so I’ve decided he likes it best after all.
I included those adorable tender shots of Edmund and Gamora just because I couldn’t bear to see them go to waste. I wish I’d been able to get anything as cute between Gamora and Sawyer.