I hurried to get a very stinky new Mr. William Wonderland home before he could do any more damage to himself or others.
As soon as we got home, William headed straight for the bathtub.
I, on the other hand, was exhausted. It seemed like ages since I’d had a good night’s sleep. I headed to bed and was asleep within minutes.
I woke up to the sound of Bungle freaking out.
“I’m trying to sleep!” I shouted at him. “Will you stop making all that noise?”
“But you’re having a baby!” Bungle cried.
“Of course I’m having a baby!” I snapped. “That why I need my beauty rest!”
Then the contraction really hit me. “Holy crap!” I said. “I’m having a baby!”
Why Bungle knew I was in labor before I did is one of those questions I know better than to ask.
And where was William? He was having another argument with Mum. He didn’t respond when I called him.
So I headed to the hospital by myself. William could work out his own crap on his own time.
William figured out that he’d screwed up big time pretty quickly, and he headed to the hospital at full vampire speed.
He got there well before the baby was born. That was good for me, but it was better for him. He would have hated his unlife if he’d missed the birth of our baby.
Meet Franklin Wonderland!
William was a very attentive husband and daddy. He did all the right helpful things, including getting us home.
(I have no idea why the baby has a different skintone in the taxi.)
Once we arrived home with our bundle of joy, things got a little weird.
Is this what happens when you cross a witch with a vampire? Does it hurt?
Fortunately, when I pulled little Franklin out of the floor, he seemed to be just fine.
And just as sweet as ever.
William and I started to figure out what our new life as newlywed parents might look like. William took up the guitar.
Mama and Mum really seemed to appreciate it. He didn’t sound very good, so I think they just listened because he wasn’t wearing his shirt.
Mama was particularly appreciative of William’s physique.
Isn’t Franklin adorable?
But wow, he stinks! Or is that me? I think maybe it’s both of us.
The happy grandparents doted on him.
While my parents and William took time with the new baby, I put more work into my alchemy research.
But the bliss couldn’t last for long. Sweet, elderly Dinah had to leave us.
We were all devastated. Except Bungle, who was more upset by the lousy music on the stereo.
Dinah had a long life, though. It was hard to feel cheated. I took some time to thank the Grim Reaper for being so generous.
Grim Shrugged. “Your parents are old,” he said. “They’ll be next.”
And I was trying to be friendly!
“You have a new baby too,” Grim continued. “Better keep an eye on him. Never know when sudden death could strike.”
It’s a good thing that Mama and Mum were too busy having grief woohoo to hear this guy.
I want to get far away from this Grim. We’re moving.
Actually, Dinah was like 10 days over her lifespan, and I finally triggered her death. Someplace in there, my sims started living much longer than their lifespan indicates. I’m looking into some settings in MC to put a limit on how long characters can live. It’s hard to let a sim go until your house is stuffed to the gills and you can’t handle any more.
The baby-in-the-floor glitch was caused by me needed to do a save/quit while the family was on their way home from the hospital. Usually that teleports the baby home, but I’d never seen THAT happen!
William with the guitar was me using his free action. William has no trouble making time to paint, and I thought maybe he’d be autonomous about music as well. No go. He got to like level 3 before he had to stop playing and pee, and he’s never done it autonomously.
This is, in fact, the very last screenshot in this home. Next post, the family moves to Aurora Falls!!