Kyle was quite the fussy little baby, and it drove his parents mad; mainly Sandy. Now frazzled out of her mind and deprived of her sleep, she was beginning to go a little insane; talking to herself and the works.
"Oh Plumbbob, not again." she moaned as she heard him crying. "How will I ever get housework done if he doesn't stop crying?" She was nearly on the verge of tears herself. She's hungry, stinky, tired, and unsatisfied with the extra weight the pregnancy left her with.
"Don't worry about it babe," Brandon's voice said "You're still beautiful, and I don't see the baby weight." "Beautiful my @!@!" Sandy swore under her breath. Then, the doorbell rang. "@#!@!@##!!!!!"
"Oh, hi Anya!" Sandy said, faking enthusiasm. She was always happy to see one of her best friends, but she had a lot to do right now. She gave her a quick look over and noticed that she caught the sweatpants plague, and she was wearing...blue? She's never known her to look this casual, not even on her worst days. "Something's up here..." she thought to herself.
Anya caught her look of suspicion and exhaustion. "Um, you don't look so well. Do you want me to take care of the baby for a bit while you relax?" Sandy tried not to laugh, scoff, or lash out at the word "relax", but simply nodded her head and said "Yes, I'd like that quite a bit."
"Aww, does someone want a bottle?" she cooed.
"His name is Kyle," Sandy said, sneaking into the nursery after her "He's a few days old now."
"He's so sweet, and he's the spitting image of his father! I love the way you did the nursery..."
While Sandy continued to suspiciously stare her down, Anya tried to find anything small to talk about. The weather, the news, politics, but she could already feel the dreaded question coming on.
"Anya, we're friends, right? Anything special you'd like to tell me? You're acting a bit...odd. I've never seen you dote on anything you couldn't flirt with."
"Okay okay, you caught me. I'm grooming your son to become my future husband." Sandy and Anya began to laugh. "No seriously, what's up?"
"Sigh, okay fine I'll tell you since you'll probably figure it out yourself anyway. You have to promise me you won't freak out though."
"I swear I won't, scout's honor." Sandy swore while doing a salute.
Sandy almost sucked all the air out of the room with her gasping.
"OH MY PLUMBBOB I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!" Sandy couldn't resist freaking out and hugging Anya, just as she predicted. "I KNEW YOU'D COME AROUND!!! Oh, oh, this is fantastic! I can babysit for you while you're working, I can introduce you to my sweatpants group..."
"...'Sweatpants group?' she said with a puzzled expression on her face. She then looked down at her sweatpants and sighed. "Okay, nevermind."
"Just hang on and let me take a shower and we can talk all about this in the living room."
"So, does Allen know the good news?"
"Know? Psh, he's the one who insisted on the baby! He's also the one that bought this outfit for me" she sighed. "Some men just shouldn't be able to step foot in a clothing store. Ever."
"Well I don't know about that, he seems to clean up pretty nicely to me..." Sandy said, recalling the outfit that he usually wears on his days off.
"That? Haha, I bought his clothing for him. When we first met, he was in the strangest attire I've ever seen. I can't even explain it, I did my best to block it out."
"So, I hear Brandon got promoted. I'm so happy for you guys! How's the bonus?"
"Pretty good actually," Sandy chuckled "If he can get a few more, we might upgrade the house a bit for it. We could use another bedroom."
"Another bedroom? For what?"
Sandy just stared blankly at the TV in front of her. What would she need another bedroom for?
"Um...Sandy? You okay?"
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. It's just...I don't know, I'm going insane. I want another baby."
"Another? What happened to your intense fear of responsibility? Isn't Kyle handful enough? When would you find the time to woohoo? What-"
"I know, I know, it's a preposterous thought. I don't even know why I'm thinking it. I guess it's just that Kyle is growing up and pretty soon he won't fit so comfortably in my arms."
"Have you talked to Brandon about it?"
"No...no. I want to be sure that this is what I want before I talk to him about it. You know he doesn't deal with flakiness."
Sandy and Anya continued to small talk, while Sandy attempted to decide whether or not she actually wanted another baby.
"Hi honey, I'm home." He kissed his wife gently and noticed that she wasn't all "there". There seemed to be something that was bugging her. "You okay?"
"Me? Yes, I'm fine, couldn't be better. Umm, can we talk for a quick second?"
"Sure, I'll be right there after I take my shower."
Sandy marched out of the nursery, and Brandon wore a confused expression on his face.
"Kyle, is Daddy in trouble? You'd tell me if I were, right?" In reply, Kyle made typical baby noises.
"Hahaha, I can't wait until you learn how to talk, I need help understanding Mommy's moods. Unfortunately, I forgot how to speak 'Baby'!"
"Well, I don't quite know how to say this..." she began, biting her lip. Sometimes, she wished that Brandon would put a shirt on. It would make things a lot easier.
"Say what? Just say it. I don't bite. You of all people should know that."
"Well actually you do, but that's another story. Anyway Brandon, you have to promise not to hate me."
"I could never hate you-"
"...I promise. Are you having an affair?" Sandy just laughed, she could never imagine being with anyone except Brandon. Besides, all the men here are married. She already checked.
"No, I...I want another baby." Brandon just laid there for a second, completely silent.
"Are you sure about this? Absolutely certain?" He questioned. Babies were a lot of work, but he was on board for another as long as Sandy was too. "I'm absolutely certain, I really want another baby with you. And this time, I want it to be a girl."
"But what if it's a boy?"
"Don't jinx me!" Sandy jokingly lectured, "And I'd love him all the same."
"Well, alright then."
And so the Mr. and the Mrs. got down to business...
...much to Kyle's disdain.
Not much to say on this one, except that Kyle is the fussiest baby I've ever had, Sandy is the most baby-crazy sim that I've ever had since she's not Family-Oriented (but she is Childish so that could be it), and I'm so excited to see Anya and Allen's baby!
Oh, and I had better get some girls.
I just stopped in on the Francois household to check on Allen and Anya, and this is the popup that came up: