Two Down
With Jazz making her supernatural bestie, Peanut Ivy, she's almost done her requirements. All that's left is a spouse, a bit of upgrading, and a few miles on the treadmill.
Although first she needs to fix the stereo, or she won't be able to have any music with her finishing-all-the-requirements-in-an-update-and-a-half montage.
Imagine something like Eye of the Tiger playing.
Eye of the Werewolf, maybe.
DUM. Dum dum dum, dum dum dum, duuuummmmm.
DUM. Dum dum dum, dum dum dum, duuuummmmm.
Yeah, okay, enough of that.
I thought about getting Jazz to propose again, and again, and see how long it took Dante to accept. But then the impatient part of me took over and I just got Mr Commitment Issues to pop the question himself.
Despite the speechbubble over his head giving it away, Jazz seems totally oblivious to what he's up to.
I've never understood why their finger sparkles when there's nothing actually on it. It's like a little vortex has opened up on her ring finger.
The important thing here, however, is not that but is that she's accepted his proposal. This wedding is on.
I don't have a picture of the wedding. Oops.
First comes love, then comes marriage...
...then comes puking into the toilet. Ahh, I remember this stage of pregnancy well.
However, I don't remember the stage of pregnancy where it's considered safe to singe yourself with electrical equipment and then cook dinner in your electrocuted underwear. Maybe I missed that memo.
Perhaps it's different for Sims.
Pregnancy: confirmed.
Why she insisted on doing the twirl in front of a window, I don't know. Have some consideration for those of us who're trying to take screenshots, Jazz. It makes it a lot harder.
Seeing as she's now banned from fixing things (no electrocuted babies here) and she's too fat to fit on the treadmill, Jazz resorts to watching terrible films and re-runs of the Big Bang Theory. Another stage of pregnancy I remember well.
And the birth.
Will we get a heir?
Will she need an epidural?
I make it a no for both of those questions. Jazz may have a different opinion about the second, but nobody can deny that we have a lovely pair of twin girls who are unfortunately both werewolves.
I have no idea which twin is pictured, but meet Apricot and Sepia.
They're getting aged up instantly.
Here's Sepia, with her mum's hair and (although you can't see it) her face too. Those Pappy genes are strong.
And Apricot. Yes, they're being aged up again! I'm not dealing with toddlers unless I have to in a dynasty.
We'd better get a brightly-coloured nooboo next because I'm starting to run out of pale brown Crayola crayon colours to name these non-bright girls after.
And because both girls are werewolves, we need more nooboos.
Dante is happy to oblige.
While waiting for her second pregnancy to show, Jazz launches her attempt to become a world-famous sports star. The question I have about the sports career is what sport even is it? It's obviously a team game, else Jazz wouldn't have the teammates metric, but what team game? Basketball, football, rugby, ultimate frisbee?
I'm going to say it's ultimate frisbee.
Jazzberry Jam Crayola, the world's first Olympic gold medalist in ultimate frisbee.
(It's not an Olympic sport, yet. It will be.)
But that dream will have to be put on hold, because another nooboo is on it's way.
And also because the next Olympics isn't until 2016, but yeah.
Little Sepia wants to take after her mum. Isn't that cute!
Sepia: Nope, just trying to get some attention from her. Or Dad. Or Grandma. Or anyone.
