How Many? Babies 41, 42, 43, 44,45

“Poppy! Can you come here a minute.” I called.
“Coming!” she replied as she thundered up the stairs. “Yeah, what?” she said as she walked into the room.
“I have a date tonight, with the challenge dad, so you’re in charge. Ok? No going out and I want you in bed by nine.” I told her as I checked my make-up.

I sped out the door when I heard his car horn beep outside. “Have a nice EVENING” I said over my shoulder to Poppy.

We jumped in his car and sped off to his house, well more specifically his yard, well more specifically the tree outside his yard. We crept into a tree house that was abandoned many years ago.

We got down to business and well… the rest is history. After we’d made the baby he had a few rules to check up on.

Him- So I don’t get to visit the little squirt then? Or contribute to it’s upbringing in any way?
Me- Yep, no contact. I really wish it could be easier, but there’s been problems with visiting in the past, and it’s not really very good for the child’s upbringing. I can give you regular updates and pictures, but that’s it.

Him- Oh no. That’s fine. Regular updates is amazing, I never did think I’d be able to handle a kid.
I returned home with a baby, and great joy in my heart. “Poppy, I'm back!” She ran down the stairs and hugged me. It was only then I looked at the clock, I’d been out all day. “Why don’t you let me treat you to a meal at the bistro. Just me and you?”
“Really Ma?!” She replied. I nodded.

We arrived and decided to enjoy the crisp night. She had grilled Salmon and I had Angel Cake.

After our meal it was pretty late, so we both went to bed, and slept the night away. I curled up like a caterpillar under my covers. It was time to switch to a thicker duvet.

I really didn’t feel well that morning, and to make matters worse, Poppy woke up in a terrible mood.

I didn’t know that of course until she slid down the staircase dressed like, well I don’t know what like!

And then, of all the things she came up and decided to SCARE ME SENSELESS while I was cooking her breakfast.

I woke up from my dream with a gasp of shock. Poppy was kneeling above me, shaking me. “Mum, mum, wake up.” She said in a stage whisper.

"I opened my eyes and looked at her. “We need to put up the rest of the decorations. If they aren’t up, we’ll be the only undecorated house on the street. And what’ll that do for your image.”
“Probably nothing good.” I replied, yawning. So I got up from my nap and trudged to the cupboard where I keep the decorations. I pulled them out and we got busy around the house. But most impressive was the outside. I’d really gone al out this year, probably because it was my first year when I had kids in the house.

But by now, it was late. Poppy was tired and I had only stayed up so late to watch Russel Howard. She fell asleep half way through, her head resting on my leg. The next morning I woke her up and showed her my new baby.
“It’ll probably be born tonight. Christmas Eve. isn’t it exciting!”

She was really excited, so to work off some of her excess energy we had some dancing time in the garden. She was getting pretty good.

I barely realised we’d danced the day away until it started getting dark. And I was getting HUGE. It was like having triplets but, bigger!
Poppy went to bed and I went out on a little errand, I was searching for a puppy.

I got home, just in time to give birth to my beautiful little babies.
All five of them.


There was:

Della Everard, Vanessa Everard, cadence Everard and charlie Evard and Paisley Everard!


Poppy and I sat in the lounge, waiting for the clock to strike 12. Midnight, Christmas.
It was there, the final minute.


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“Merry Christmas Poppy.”
“Merry Christmas Mum.”




A/N:
I would like to wish you ALL a very Merry Christmas, and hope it is full of joy, family and also, presents.


-Skye. 

Filler

If I had put all this in a post it would have gotten very long, so I put it in a filler instead.

It was time for a birthday celebration in the Everard household. I got a temporary new outfit, and I was off for my hair doing the next day.

Now for all of us separately:

Avery is a stereotypical teenage boy. But he’s my stereotypical teenage boy, so of course he has his oddities. For example, his pyjamas (these make me laugh) have, “Chemists do it on the table- PERIODICALLY”- on them. It is a terrible, yet amusing joke. And if this is what it takes to keep him interested in science, SO BE IT.

 

Calista Hadley has a very unique style. She says she wants to look like Cherry rose did as a teen, and she’s getting there. I really admire her for standing out and not doing what everyone else does. She’s very clever, I’m surprised she doesn’t have the genius trait. She does have the traits: Childish, Artistic, Great Kisser and Light Sleeper.

Jesse is a friendly young lad. He loves sports and videogames, but he has a soft spot for Calista Hadley and for me. He has his Dad’s hair, and my eye colour, but I think the rest is his father’s. He has taken a real interest in Harry Potter and likes to pretend he’s one of Hogwarts’ students.

 

 

 

 

Novembre and Poppy are the best of friends. When they found out ‘Vembre was moving they started to cry and crawled away to hide under the desk. Novembre has hair that is purple. Despite Leilah having Red and her father having brown. Poppy was a true berry baby. She was always smiling and happy. If there was ever a berry child it would have been her. She was named in honour of the soldiers who died in the wars, Poppy Day being what the British use to honour them on 11th November, and on Veterans Day in the USA. *(Please excuse my mediocre knowledge of US traditions.)*

I got a change of outfit the next day, and a haircut. I slipped into this comfortable Christmas themed jumper and a pair of jeans. It was an excellent way to get into the holiday spirit. Back at home we didn’t celebrate thanksgiving, but I think I want to start it, so I’m going to look up recipes for the perfect turkey dinner.

It’s a very American tradition, and I think I’m not British anymore, I’m a citizen of the USA and I should celebrate like one. Or at least that’s the Kids’ view. I think they just want turkey really.

The family and I were all going a bit stir crazy, so I took us all out to the new community pool. It was a pretty cool pool, if a little poorly designed. There was the large main pool, a smaller lap pool, and a separate adult pool, as well as a hot tub, slip-n-slide AND a sprinkler. There was also every kind of buffet table imaginable, Christmas, wedding, Halloween AND a plain yellow one.

 

We all had a fun filled day of, well fun really, until the REST of the Challenge moms showed up.

 

 

 

 

When it started to get dark I grilled up some Hotdogs, and we all ate then went to play in the sprinkler.

Almost everyone was joining in, there was Paisley, Calista, Hadley, Me, Avery, Calista Hadley, Jesse.

Catherine was busy taking (very nice) photographs of butterflies. I asked her for one and she gave me this one:

It was a panorama, apparently. I was pulled away from Catherine’s GRIPPING talk about camera angles when Hadley grabbed me and whispered in my ear, “There’s a new club in town. Do you want to check it out. .It’s called Skye High. Apparently it’s at the highest point in town AND you own it. Hence the name. But also, it’s only for the very most important of people. Like you, me and the girls!”

I considered for a moment before we all joined up and set out on a journey for the club.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, there was  no drunken baby making this time. Once bitten, twice shy as the saying goes.

I returned home at about 11. I’d let Avery and Calista Hadley stay up until I got home to watch the kids. And I’d also promised to let Avery learn to drive, he needs night hours to get his licence, and night is the only time you can get them. Of course in my infinite wisdom I let him take the brand new BMW out for lessons. If that had ended up wrapped around a tree… I shudder to think what might have happened.

So anyway, I got home after his lesson and fell asleep on the couch in the entrance. Too tired to notice the magazine cover bearing my picture.

Calista poked her head around the wall and said,

C-Avery’s taken the car. He’s gone to visit his girlfriend.

S- He has a GIRLFRIEND?

C- Yeah, something about a Dawn Turner woman, and her daughter. I dunno much about her. You’d be better off asking him. Oh, by the way Erik’s here.

I rushed off to see Erik sat at the piano and quickly joined him.

S- So, I was thinking of serving Thanksgiving dinner later, would you like to stay.

E- I’ll stay, IF I get to teach you how to play this. I don’t know WHAT happened to it, but it sounds like a deaf monkey tuned it.

Deal, I said. As we sat down for a lesson on Piano.

Pretty soon it was time to get to work on the meal. I set Erik off doing Pumpkin Pie, while I made the turkey. When he placed it in the oven to bake he wandered off for a while, and I stood there glaring at the space he had been in.

I, of course was working on the meal. (No Pics Sorry) and it was then the procession of my daughters arrived, Snow, Christine, Fallyn, Grace and Leilah with Novembre. Poppy was delighted to see her.

It was a lovely family meal with friends, family and sharing.

 

A/N I really wanted this post out, but I’ve been having problems in-game so the end is a little rubbish. And I really want it to go on for a while longer, but after the game crashed the following had happened:

1. Calista and Avery moved out,
2. Jesse moved out.
3. Poppy’s a teen.

-Sarah.

Baby 40- I’m Berry Pleased To Meet You- Berry Babies-

*THIS POST IS RATED M FOR MATURE. IT USES THE S WORD, AND MENTIONS PLAYBOY. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR YOUNGER READERS OR WORK READING*

I got a call from Rose, asking me to come over, so over I went. We were talking and:

Rose-“Right ma. I’ll cut to the chase. Leilah came over earlier, she threw up and told me she’d been attacked, possibly, well you know- the -R- word.”

SKYE-“Oh god. Is she alright, how did I not notice that. Who did this to her? WHO DID THIS! Because I will find the little Shit-hole and personally castrate him. WITH A SPOON!”

I was growing hysterical. I’m really glad I wasn’t pregnant.

ROSE- Leilah didn’t know his name, but we know where he lives. And I’ve got a little idea planned for him. Do you still have the playboy costumes from the time you and the moms went out to the strip club as a dare?

SKYE- Probably, Rose, where are you going with this?

ROSE- He wants woohoo, we’ll give him woohoo. We’re going to get dressed up, break into his house and just be there. We’ve got to stay perfectly still, and then as soon as his back is turned move, the just leave. He’ll be thoroughly creeped out, and technically we haven’t done anything to him.

SKYE- Are you sure you’re my daughter and not Einstein’s, ‘cos baby girl, that is GENIUS!

After that I had to leave, I had a new father coming round. His name was Butterscotch Rosehip, and he was a berry cool looking sim! *get it?*

So I arrived home and he greeted me with, I’d only just seen him up the driveway and we’d been talking a few minutes when I surprised him with a kiss.

He was flattered, and I’m pretty sure he blushed when I whispered in his ear, “Why don’t we take this upstairs?”

Things quickly got heated, one thing led to another, soon we were cuddling…

Of course we were never safe just cuddling when the challenge mom’s came to town, so soon we heard a lullaby.

Of course there was the expected heartbreak at the gate when I told him that we could only be friends.

I’ll never know how Jesse got into the garden, but he must be pretty smart, he was looking away during this incredibly personal moment.

After he left I went to check on Leilah, I had some suspicions but what I saw confirmed it. She was sat at the piano singing a modified version of Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

Find it here in full:

It took so long for me to feel alright.

Remember how to put back the light in my eyes.

I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed.

Cos you destroyed my defences.

If you come back, you know that I’ll get you back.

She turned to face me.

L-Mum. I’m sure.

Me- Good. You gonna be OK?

L-I think so. But mom, I don’t wanna be alone.

Me- It’s OK.

Later that night she began showing. I told her if she wanted to practice she could look after Jesse while I supervised the kids in their club, “The Basement” It was a playroom for them, and they were focusing on logic today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Avery was going for Chemistry, while sensible calista opted for chess.

Of course Avery singed himself, so I told him to go and shower. I swear, one day that boy is going to get himself into trouble he can’t get out of.

I left them, figuring the worst that could happen would be another singeing. I loaned Leilah a pregnancy book and went and sat with her, she was sucking it up like there was no tomorrow. I’d seen her earlier talking to Jesse, and was confident she was going to be a good mother. It was Sunday night, and tomorrow she’d have school.

 

When I asked her she said she wanted to continue to attend, up until she was due to give birth, and I agreed, but not before warning her about the other girls and how mean they can get.

You should have seen what they were like to me as a teen because I was already considering this challenge.

Nevertheless in the morning Leilah was up as usual, getting ready to go to school.

****Leilah’s POV******

I’ll admit I was a little apprehensive about returning to school this morning. Especially since I knew Tracy would be there. Tracy was the school’s head cheerleader, though I’m surprised she hasn’t been kicked off it now for being ‘too’ flexible, if ya know what I mean. Take last week, you should have heard her and Artie in the toilets, you could have guessed what she was doing, even without the CCTV from the noise she was making.

!!!!!!!!WARNING EXPLICIT PICTURES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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But anyway, when I arrived and she saw my bump she immediately started insulting me. “Been having a little too much fun over the weekend Everard? What do you expect, your slut of a mother isn’t setting such a good example now is she?”

Of all the people, SHE was the one it came from. Just thinking about it makes me want to rip the hair from her head. Stupid BARBIE DOLL. It was unexpected when one of her cheerleader friends came and stood up for me. Seems I wasn’t the only one who’d heard her earlier.

“Just shut up Tracy. God knows how many times you’ve had to take the morning after! You and Artie barely take your hands off each other.”

Of course Mrs Johnston wasn’t much help. Poor woman, I think theres something loose in her head. She was out chasing butterflies of all things.

Soon enough it was time for lesson though, and we left the corridor for the classroom. I don’t know how she found out about the weekend, but she did. Probably Mom. “Class, calm down. I’ve some very important announcements to make. Leilah had a very traumatic experience this weekend, and I know most of you would probably have hidden away from everyone. I don’t hesitate to think you’d probably have aborted by now as well. But she didn’t I want you all to think about what’s happened to her, and act accordingly.”

I didn’t think Tracy would be any different, but she went very quiet. I leaned on the wall and thank for the rest of class, I was glad it was a short day, only that lesson, Miss had an appointment, and I could go home. Everyone else just sat in shocked silence.

SKYE’S POV

When Leilah came home we spent some quality time together. We went and painted out on the deck.

Avery got on with his chores, the latest of which was to feed the lobster.

He asked me if we could buy a tree house and I agreed, so now there is a castle in our back yard. He and Calista Hadley fight over who gets to be king or queen. Today was his turn.

So she was queen of the house. And princess of the garden. She strode past me head held high and got me to play along.

 

I must say your majesty, you look simply ravishing in red. most definitely your colour. I was definitely going to miss her when she left home.

I prepared some spaghetti for us, since it had been a while since a family meal. It went down well, there was only one plateful left, and I put that in the fridge for tomorrow.

The war museum had commissioned a Remembrance Day picture and Leilah had decided to paint it. She was a more skilled painter and the baby had really set her creative juices flowing. She was painting what looked to be a solider in front of his home. I was impressed, I’d never really got the full idea of her talent before.

Over the next couple of days we both grew, and spent a lot of time together, just watching the kids play.

Of course all this was broken with the shock of a double labour. We both felt out waters break within a few minutes of each other. And so, without further ado I introduce….

 

Poppy Everard- Baby 40 and Novembre Everard- Grandchild 7

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N I told you I would Calista, and I’m still alive. and just a note to everyone else who reads, if you DO read I would love a comment, I’d like to know how to improve or whatever. And any names, fathers or otherwise are welcomed.