Baby 39

******If everyone could please ignore the various outfit and hair changes in this that would be great.*******

I checked my email to see if I had any new messages. I had one from challengefathers@blog.com, the subject line was
RE:- Challenge Father,
We have a new father for you to use, Lenard Ryley, hope you decide to use him. NOTE: He’s a newbie, probably never done this before.
he looks like this.
 
All of a sudden I got a call from downstairs,
Christine- BYE MOM!
Me: Bye Kids, Have a nice Day at High/Primary(Elementary) School.
Leilah: Bye Mom. Have a nice day with the babies.
While waving,Erik: Remember Ma, you owe me a piano lesson! He glanced over to see Raoul sniggering.

Raoul: Shut it little bro, everyone knows she’d rather give me one. You’re just a loser.
As I heard that my heart was breaking, until I heard Leilah coming to her big brother’s rescue.
Leilah: Listen up Raoul, I’m only gonna say this once, YOU DO NOT TALK TO ERIK THAT WAY, you hear me. Cos if you do there ain’t no-one in this house who’s gonna be talking to you.

Raoul- Whoa, calm down there little firecracker. I was only having a laugh.
Leilah-  Yeah right, and I’m the only sane one in the house. *Insert funny comment about Raoul not understanding sarcasm here because Leilah has insane trait.*
Leilah stuck with her brother the entire way into school, and because she was in front of him didn’t see him thanking God silently for her.

*Note: I personally am not Christian, and neither are any of my Sims, it just happened to be that he was looking up at that moment, so I rolled with it.*
But then the kids were gone and it was just me and the babies, for birthday time!
Calista Hadley went first: She was a beautiful combination of black and aqua, however favoured Erik’s genetics over mine. Her hair was my favourite of her features and the colour scheme was mirrored throughout her clothes. She had her father’s:

Skin +Hair base colour. +Eyes +Nose +Mouth +Eyebrows.

And My:
Highlights, Face shape, Eye shape, Nose shape.

Next up was Avery Everard:
Avery was the nearly complete opposite of Calista Hadley. He had blue and black hair, with the colour scheme one again mirrored throughout his clothing. He had mysterious green eyes, since mine are purple and Erik’s were brown. He had my:
Base hair
nose
Skintone.
Erik’s: Eyes? Mouth, Eyebrows,
Highlights, Ears
and presumably everything else.

I got right on with teaching them to walk.

 

 

Skye- Come on Avery. Come to momma. That’s it. Good boy.
I said tossing him in the air.



While I was doing that, sensible Calista Hadley was playing with the block toy. And apparently getting very, very mad at it.

IT  was soon time for their nap however and I
cherished the few seconds I had holding her close to me. But soon it was time to lay her down to sleep, so I read her a story from the book, and waited for the big kids to come home.
When they finally did it was with a chorus of shouts and cheers from Christine.

Christine- Ma, Ma, you have to give us another day as teens.
Skye- Why honey, I thought you wanted to age up today, you are all honour students after all.
Christine- I know Ma, but Prom is TONIGHT. Oh my god, I need to get ready, do my hair, my make-up, my DRESS.
Skye- Calm down honey, I have a dress that should fit you. Make-up is in the third drawer on the left, and Erik knows everything there is to know about hair.
Christine- Oh thanks Ma, you’re the best. By the way, are you and Erik a couple or something?
Skye- I don’t know, but I sure wish we are. He is amazing and just amazing really.
Christine- Ma, do you remember your prom?
Skye- Yes, do you want to hear the story.
Christine- Yeah, of course.
Skye- Well I got to prom, I was voted prom queen. Everyone was very pleased with me, except for Janey Apple, the most ‘popular’ girl in school. She pushed me into a pond on the grounds, then tore my dress.
And then came the really weird bit, my hair was in my eyes, so I couldn’t see. I was wondering all over, when BAM. I walked into a tree.
I woke up the next morning with concussion and a torn dress. But I had the most fun I’ve ever had at a party.
All in all, I’m not too fond of Prom. But you should go for it.


Unfortunately Christine’s worries were heightened when she fell opening the chest of drawers to get some clotes and the make-up out. She had no reason to worry however, as she looked stunning in the end.

Erik and raoul had decided to join the band, so their preparation was minimised. Christine was going with her old imaginary friend turned Girlfriend Angie. And here she is, in all her glory. She got a photo taken on the way in as well.

After she returned home it was nearly midnight, but she still had energy to tell her little sister that Angie had proposed to her that evening. She was thrilled, and couldn’t wait to age up in the morning with her brothers.

SKIP TO NEXT MORNING

It was Christine, Erik and Raoul’s birthday. Angie had aged up at home and was coming over for the official proposal this morning.

L-R: Raoul:

He always was a ladies man, and this time was no exception. He was in the process of growing a beard.

Christine:

My Beautiful bride. She was stunning in her bridal wear and hair. She looked just like her father, it was so amazing to see her all grown up. I keep forgetting her and her brothers are not triplets and aging them up together they are so close.

Erik:

A composer and insomniac at heart. He hardly ate, drank or slept while he was in composing mode, he was working on an opera for the theatre to perform, and it was already showing in his tired eyes.

WEDDING SHOTS:

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We aged up Leilah so she could be a bridesmaid, and I was Maid of Honour, and of course the mother of the bride. Here she is pretending to strangle herself. Apparently she doesn’t like having her photo taken. Her style had done a complete 180 turn. From tom-boy to Victorian princess could be the only way to describe it. After the wedding the father finally got here. He was as beautiful in person as he was in the photo. Apparently he was amazed at getting to participate in my challenge. He had always wanted to meet me. Apparently I was one of the big shots on the website, a place for challenge moms to find new fathers. In fact, I was even asked for my autograph. He had a clean bill of health, otherwise he wouldn’t be on the website, so we were all set to go.

I had to hurry the business along, Erik was coming over and we were going to spend the evening together. It was a surprise, I really had no idea where we were going.

Turns out we were on the annexe roof. He has made it glass a few days ago, but it was strong. Enough to hold us, and some things. We sat down to talk.

We ended up doing a little more than just talking. I really felt a connection with him. I hoped he felt the same way. And I asked the big question, the major one, the one that could change the challenge forever. That’s absolutely right, “Will you, give me a massage?”

Ok, so I asked him if he would be my boyfriend as well, but I find the massage much more important.

Beautiful piano music drifted up from below us. Leilah was there, playing the love song she wrote the day of Christine’s wedding. It was the happiest day of my life, until Erik ran off. I followed him to the beach. He was leaning on a bench, with tears in his eyes. I sat down next to him, knowing I would be the first to speak.

Skye- Erik? What’s wrong?

Erik- I- I just can’t believe this is happening. I barely lived a day with other people, and you’ve already got my mask off. You weren’t even scared of me. And you want me to be with you. You make me feel alive, it’s like Christine Daae did with my Grandfather.

Skye- I’ve seen Phantom enough times to know it’s never the way forward.

Erik- Skye, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you since the day we met. I- I love you.

Skye- Oh my. Finally.

Then I feinted. On my new boyfriend, who just told me he loved me. Good god, he must have thought I didn’t love him, or I was dead, I’m not sure which is worse!

He carried me home and laid me on the sofa. I woke the next morning with a sore neck, shouting,

“Yes mother, I’ll never fall asleep at the organ with my mask of again!” I scare myself sometimes, I mean, the amount of POTO related men and dreams in my life is just stupendous.

I realised what had woken me, in the next room Erik was teaching the kids skills, though not the conventional ones, he was playing xylophone with Avery, and teaching Calista Hadley to sing, using the doll she had as a base motivation point.

I went downstairs to prepare breakfast, humming as I did so. I was not long after disturbed by my baby bump’s arrival.

I went over to Ben and Maxine’s house, they’d just moved into the area, and was shocked to find Snow there as well as their two little ones. They gave me several opportunities for photos and this was my favourite:

In the bottom left is Bambi Everard, above her, her father Ben (my son), his wife Maxine Allard, now Everard, and Bambi’s twin Yvonne.

I talked to Snow for a while, and she was amazed when I told her I was pregnant with baby 39.

By the time I returned, after a day of family antics I was huge, and my back was aching. It was all made better when Erik gave me a massage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I figured I was big enough to go to hospital soon so I saved myself a labour drive, getting there early, maybe a little too early.

Fortunately my quick thinking had brought me a book, so I read that and went for a walk. Suddenly I felt a pain and my water broke so I rushed back to hospital. The paparazzi were there and I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t even give birth in peace.

 

 

 

Eventually I welcomed to the world a little baby boy, Jesse Chrysler Everard. (Known as Jesse to the world.)

 

Baby 37+38- A Day Without Drama is all I ask.

Baby #37:

I was in bed, sleeping. One of the few times I could with a newborn. When I got a text. I jumped, the ringtone surprised me. It was music of The Night from Phantom of The Opera, and very loud. 

It was someone who called themselves O.G. I smiled at the joke, it was what the Phantom would call himself if he had a phone. 

The message read:

O.G: Meet me at park. Sat. 7:00pm. O.G.

Me: Who are you?

O.G: The Opera Ghost, The Angel of Music, Erik. The list goes on. But be there, you won't regret it.

What a funny conversation. I expected it would be a challenge father, one who was a little obsessive. After all how else could he know about my and my creator's obsession with POTO. 

I carried on with my life. Teaching Christine how to walk, and potty:

And caring for Leilah.

 Of course the rest of the family were busy too. Raoul was always playing with blocks, Erik barely left the library and Solange was building up as many skills as possible. Your eyes are not deceiving you, he really is dressed as a princess. 

My life was getting really busy. Our house had 

been furnished, so it was time to go. 

TOUR: This is the entrance to our house, and the rest of the bottom floor.

Quiet room. In noisy room all there is are some sculpting things and inventing things.

Lounge/Den

Laundry Room

Kitchen. With breakfast bar and dining room.

BackYard

Now the Top Floor:

This is the nursery and deck. It's where I'll teach the kids all sorts of skills.

My room, where all the magic happens, it's right next door to the nursery.

This is the girl's room. The theme is 'wild grrls' :/? (still under edit.)

The boy's room. They wanted a really modern and cool room.

The gym, added outside the girl's room at Solange's request. She'd designed a room suitable for everyone except herself.

This is a better view of the hot-tub and a bit of the pool.

So that's the house. 

END TOUR

I spent the rest of the week looking after the kids, being the mother I should. The challenge was on hold until we were settled in. With only a baby and toddler to care for I had more time too spend with the kids.

I made dinner Wednesday night, hot-dogs for us, and tofu dogs for Solange, the vegetarian. 

We all ate as a family, 

 And did the dishes, I put them in the dishwasher.

And then we had family game night, we played video games and Solange got a foot massage in the new massage chair.

And then it was time for Leilah to grow up into a toddler!

I made sure to snuggle her before she grew up. It would be the last time I felt her little baby skin next to mine. 

And just like that she was a big girl. She had her father's hair, eyes and mouth. My Nose and face. And really beautiful tank skin. She was like an Italian, but better! She wears red, green and white a lot.

Christine and her kept separate, both preferring their imaginary friend dolls to the other.
Christine's I have nicknamed Ange De La Musique, because she is always singing to it. 

We went to sleep waiting for the day and night ahead. I'd nearly forgotten about my date, until I looked at my calendar Thursday morning.
It was only the morning though, so I spent the day looking after the kids. I played xylophone with Christine.

And then I taught Leilah to talk. She kept getting distracted though, and looking at he toys on the deck.

But by then the kids were home and I had to get ready to go out. I began by sorting out the kids, especially Christine, she's a big screamer. 

I LOVE this pic.

Then I had to gussy up, check I looked OK and head out.

I arrived at the park early, and there was no-one there so I sat on the swings and hung out for a while. Until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

 I turned around and the hand's owner smiled and waved. I was so surprised I fainted.

His face fell and I felt very bad when I woke up. 

He carried me underground, to a room under the park. He was very careful with me laying me on the bed until I was sufficiently woken up to talk to him. 
Me- Who are you?
Him- I'm Erik. 

I was amazed to be meeting the great grandson of my al time hero. It seems he had been watching me from afar. I cupped his head in my hands and asked him if he wanted to be in the challenge.

He said yes, quietly, then I kissed him before he had chance to decline. I swear if it was a movie there would have been fireworks.
But there wasn't the best the creator could do was a flashy heart in the corner.

It doesn't even flash :Z
We went to the bed, and I continued kissing him. My clothes were 'stolen', so I couldn't wear them, I just lay there and  relaxed, my eyes drooping. He couldn't keep his eyes (or hands) off me. 

Where'd my clothes go.

 Of course we had to do our business as well.

I was very happy to be talking to him. And asked him about his family. Apparently he inherited the deformity and the lack of social skills. 

I really felt a connection between us. I couldn't be in love, I just couldn't. After all, remember the other challenge mums and what happens when they get together with a dad, and then they get jealous. But for some reason I was asking him if he would like to go out again some time. A voice in my head was screaming at me.

Voice: What the hell are you thinking.
Me: But I like him.
Voice: That's not the point, for one his grandfather's a (hot) psycho stalker dude, and he's a challenge dad. It'll never work out.
Me: Voice, be quiet. His grandfather was amazing at what he did, and if I could have a chance with him. Anyway you aren't real so shut up.
I had to go home then, children were waiting to be cared for, and we set a next date to meet up.  I got home to Leilah, who needed the bathroom, so I jumped in and taught her how to go potty. She smiled at me, like she was really thankful for it.

Her pooping face was absolutely adorable in my opinion.I made it massive so you can see all the epic cuteness.

I was surprised to see Erik at the doorway, not 5 minutes later with a gift for me and the children. It was a photo album of all of them, made with pictures from my blog.

I invited him inside to meet the toddlers, and he and Christine instantly took a shine to each other. She even let him potty train her!

It wasn't long however before he had to leave, and I got back to doing normal things. Like, ageing Christine,

worrying about Solange,

and forcing my children to feel the new baby. Muahaha.

Solange had to learn to drive, and I should have known better than to teach her on my last day of pregnancy. 

because I had to run home mid lesson, and give birth to the baby. As soon as I arrived the kids were screaming, literally.

So I went upstairs, while they stayed down to talk.

A few minutes after the birth Solange came to see the baby and talk to me.
Solange- Mum, me and the others were talking, I think it's best if I move out now.
Me- But why sweetie, you don't have to you know.
Solange- I know but I want to, and you need the space to continue the challenge.
Me- Honey, you had me convinced at want to.
S- So I can! Oh YAY. Thank's Ma!

So just like that she became a YA and left. I was left to help all the other little ones grow up alone. *oh cruel world*

And welcome to the world:

Baby 37- Calista-Hadley Everard
Baby 38- Avery Everard.
just forgot- if anyone is viewing the blog and not leaving comments, please do because i don't think I got over 500 views from 8 people. That's like 40 views each if I did the maths right. But anyway PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU READ THE POST, EVEN AS ANONYMOUS.