Chapter 22 - We're Havin' a Baby! My Baby and Me! After Lolita left for home, I spent most of my time making nectar for the mean nectar cashier. I also bought quite a few bottles to bring home! And, of course, how would I know what nectar was the best unless I tasted it first . . .
I also ended up exploring a tomb under the museum, and excavated catacombs unopened by sims for a thousand years. Y'know, no biggie.
Not to mention restoring peace to a restless soul. Just something that I do every day . . .
I soon reached Visa 3, and purchased this nice little Pine House. We could have easily afforded something larger, but this house is just so small, and comfortable, and it really feels like a home. I know both my wife and mother will approve of all the flowers!
After installing a small studio in the attic, I spent hours hammering away at a block of stone. As usual, my muscles worked automatically, leaving my mind to drift around. And I suddenly realized that this was the most peace I'd had in a long time . . . it's so beautiful, and quiet, in France. This little house could easily be my home.
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Hi, 'Lita. Yeah, I bought a nice little vacation home--really? Has the doctor confirmed it? Does Mom know? Of course, I'll call the airport right away and catch the next flight! "
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Wait a minute, while I have you on the phone--how would you feel about living out here? No, there isn't a crib, but we can easily build a nursery. I hear the school is excellent--we could wait until they're older, so that Mom will see her grandchild. Just wait until you see the house, it's the friendliest little place! All right, see you in a few hours."
When I returned home, it seemed that almost nothing had changed. Except for the fact that Mom is now on speaking terms with Dad's ex-wife, Morgana. Apparently, they bonded over talking about how much I look like Dad!
Lolita and I spent much of the night "talking." No, we actually did get a little talking done this time! Her pregnancy hasn't been confirmed yet, and some nasty rumors about ghosts being unable to get pregnant are worrying her. We're also thinking about . . . moving out to France. After the baby (if there is a baby) is born, of course, and we'll wait for him or her to get a little older before traveling. I'm almost completely certain, but I'm not sure how Mom will react.
'Lita's been having morning sickness, which Mom says is a sure sign of pregnancy. However, even she admits that it could just be the food that ghosts make and then leave out all night.
My wife refuses to let her hopes get too high, and spends most of her time perfecting her guitar the park. She's already doing quite well at guitar, and is close to a promotion in her career.
Kaylynn and I have fallen back into our routine in the art studio-painting and sculpting away! We both spare time for Lolita and Michael respectively, but while my primary focus is Lolita, Kaylynn's is her art.
Upon aging to an adult, Silver's coat shifted to match her name. I suppose Mom was right about the name this time!
Then came the night that Lolita entered the gate in maternity clothes she'd picked up at the last moment. She . . . is . . . pregnant! Definitely! Isnt it wonderful? Both of us are jubilant.
On Mom's advice, she ran by the grocery store and picked up a few dozen watermelons.
Of course, I didn't know until several hours later! We had just climbed out of the shower . . .
Unlike most fathers, I was incredibly excited. Like most mothers, so was Lolita.
We went out on a date to the bistro and talked about everything we would do for the baby--toys, school--our baby might even go to the university everyone's talking about! I didn't attend because I was busy getting married and starting a family, but our baby will have no such restrictions.
Mom watched us go, thinking fondly of another date like this one, over 50 years ago . . .
We visited the library and raced at reading pregnancy books.
Lolita won, of course, and celebrated by playing "We Are the Champions" on her guitar. In the middle of a library. Surprisingly, there were no complaints.
I treated her to the most expensive relaxation package at the spa, knowing that my wife shall receive only the best! She was in the spa until 4 in the morning, which gave me ample time for my own task.
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Mom? Lolita and I are thinking about moving into our vacation home in France . . . permanently. We could both really pursue our passions, and our child will become and artist, or writer, or whatever she wants to! What do you think?"
