Chapter 7 - The Calm After The Storm

Freya has hobbies.

These typically include looking at the stars (which is incredibly difficult with her glasses, she'd like to tell you) and beating up her dad.

"For God's s-sake, Freya...how the hell d-do you run so f-fast?"

"What! What did you just say! I'm telling Mom!"

"W-wait, no! ...aww, dammit, I'm gonna have to build a doghouse at this rate."

Leda cares remarkably little about Joey's swearing in front of their children. Once again, she has no idea who donated the sperm for this child. She also found that she really doesn't WANT to know after what happened last time. Marc and Joey's relationship has suffered a bit from the fact that he hasn't been calling her husband.

Joey doesn't seem to mind either, even if he has no idea why. He has eyes only for Leda.

"Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look when you're pregnant?"

"Joey..."

"Hey, I'm serious! Why would I lie to you?"

Leda smiles, ducking her head. "I'm in the most hideous clothes ever created in the world, for one..."

Joey happily shuts her up.

Just in time to do a little mental scarring.

"God, get a room."

Homework time at night is far more interesting now that there are two children to help. Joey notes uncomfortably that Freya is always miles ahead of Jarred and that she really doesn't seem to need his help at all.

When Leda falls on Jarred while trying to get back on her feet, the family agrees that they might need another desk.

Joey is promoted again! He's reached the top of his field and looks forward to many space adventures!

The family celebrates with an addition or two, as well as a few upgrades.

Leda was notably displeased with how Joey built on the addition without asking her, but she promptly found a way to get her revenge.

"...sweetheart, are you sure this even goes with our room?"

"Joey, with all due respect...shut up."

Hormones are driving her crazy this time around. Not only is she demanding sex nigh on constantly, but she's grown irritable and is having the strangest cravings. Joey finds himself getting incredibly frustrated about it.

He rears back to take it out on the washing machine before he remembers that these are the new GOOD ones that don't leak all over the floor or try to prematurely blow out their hearing.

That night, as Joey and Leda are sleeping, Leda goes into labor. "Love, I think...I think we need to..."

Joey snores on.

Leda smacks him on the chest before she climbs out of bed and thoughtfully begins to make the bed, even though she'll probably have to change the sheets later due to her water breaking.

Once Joey figures out what's going on, he is a notable lack of help.

"OH GOD WHAT DO WE DO I DON'T EVEN ARGH."

"Now, Joey, if you'll get out of the way, I'd very much like to make that side of the be-"

He screams on. Leda shakes her head and goes to call a cab.

Joey is, however, thoughtful enough to keep the bed warm while Leda is at the hospital.

Leda returns the next morning with little Kyle. This time, she is eternally grateful that she didn't have to learn who donated his sperm. His skin is dark enough that it's nobody she knows, given how much of a hermit she and the rest of her family is.

Jarred promptly remembered as soon as the door opened upstairs that there was only one available space for the crib to go. "...fffffff..."

 

 

Joey happily takes care of little Kyle, however...

...just long enough for Leda to catch a few z's.

Joey is not terribly pleased when he realizes that Kyle is about to pee on him in the midst of changing his diaper.

"Carrie, I'm telling you, everyone here thinks I'm just supposed to be some glorified babysitter," Jarred whines to one of his closest friends that evening. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Steal your brother's candy?"

"What?"

"Nothing." Carrie nudges her hair out of her face. "Look, it's easy. You just need a distraction, right? Some sort of social life for them to think you have so they stop bothering you."

Jarred considers this, rubbing his chin, before he nods slowly. "You know what, that could actually...work pretty well. But what? I only know like two people in school, you and-"

"Oh."

Oh, Jarred, you have the most romantic dates.

I have a feeling that if Carrie wasn't so evil, she'd be gone already. But that evil must be making her slightly masochistic as well.

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A sort of quick update as an apology for being gone for the past several days. I have a feeling that with my work schedule and with my priorities shifting my updates are going to have to be weekly instead, with maybe another one here or there.

I've never had a Sim begin to make the bed while she's in labor. Needless to say, I was very amused.

Kyle's traits are Neurotic and Genius. This pleases me.