We're back! for another installment of
Pollination Mission Statement! We begin this update with Seven and Bart,
keeping the relationship fresh and new.
And by 'keeping it fresh' I mean they're diving under the covers every chance they get. ^_~
They were both very attentive daddies to their new baby Orion, however. Despite all the sexy-times.
BART - You almost killed your Daddy Bart, you know that right?
ORION - *adorable baby noises*
BART - D'awww, nobody could stay mad at that face! *belly raspberries*
In between honeymoon leave and maternity leave, Bart hadn't actually been given the chance to go to work yet, until now. Here he is, off for his first day as a Kitchen Scullion. Interesting . . . choice of uniform, by the way. O_o
Sadly, it turns out that Bart's return to work would be short lived.
BART - *urk* . . . oh, for the love of--! Not again! SEVEN! This is NOT FUNNY!
SEVEN - zzzzz*must have a litter*zzzz
BART - ASHFHEHEBLARGGGGG!
Eventually Bart popped yet again. Number two was officially on the way.
BART - I'll never be a celebrity chef at this rate. :c
But . . . but . . . babies!
Meanwhile Seven was cheerily heading back to work. He'd also nabbed himself a promotion, now a Lab Tech. He looks so pleased with himself.
SEVEN - Yay! No more bare-hand bunsen burner drills! :D
Wow . . . I guess I'd be happy too.
At home, Bart is left to care for Orion. Which is easier some days than others.
BART - Oh wow, your lungs are DEFINITELY developed now! Mind bringing it down a notch or ten, Orion? Daddy Bart doesn't want to have to use a hearing-aide at the age of twenty-five.
When not snuggling, feeding or changing dirty diapers, Bart could usually be found in front of the T.V. Watching all his favorite cooking shows and dreaming of the day that it would be him on the other side of the screen.
And then! It was time for Orion to have his first birthday! No more baby-larva! Seven is beside himself with excitement, as you can see.
SEVEN - *toooooooooooooooooooot!*
BART - . . . I think you just blew out my eardrums, Sev.
SEVEN - I LOVE BIRTHDAYS YAY!
I don't think he can help but be adorable. XD
The candles are blown, the baby is put on the ground, and POOF! Orion Pollination has entered his toddler-hood! He has Daddy Bart's brown eyes, and his grandpa Morgan's blond hair. An interesting mix of genetics.
Bart sits down with Orion to get started on his talking right away, while Seven . . . enjoys some birthday cake. Bart does not look pleased.
Are you ready for some toddler spam? I'm ready for some toddler spam. :) *cue montage music*
ORION - I will put things into my mouth, whether they belong there or not. c:
Wow, Seven? What's with the face?
Ahah! Looks like Bart has you pulling Potty Duty. That'll teach you to eat cake in front of a pregnant man.
In actuality Seven was a great daddy. They both were. Little Orion was very spoiled, I don't think any of his needs ever dropped very low before one of them was on the scene, ready to take care of it.
ORION - Cute montage? Otay, I got dis.
SEVEN - BLAST! This waste disposal unit is clogged again! That's the third time this week!
Well you better work on those promotions then, sir, so you can afford a better one.
But before that . . . you might want to think about buying a second crib . . . .
BART - Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap!
BART - AAAAAAAH! I swear to Plumbob Seven, you better be glad I love you, or I would KILL you right now!
With a lot of cursing and yelling and pushing, Bart was eventually able to bring his and Seven's second son into this world. Meet Antares Pollination. He's Easily Impressed and Insane, a Libra who loves Ratatoullie, Roots music and the color black.
With the new baby, Bart and Seven used what funds they had and added on to the bunker, with duplicate baby supplies for little Antares.
Bart was sure to continue to shower Orion with love and affection, not wanting any jealousy between the brothers.
And of course, there was still walking to master.
ORION - Why won't this block fit! HULK SMASSSSSSH!
Bart can't be disturbed at the moment, however. He's in his happy place with a freshly baked cookie . . . .
And then . . . the dishwasher broke.
BART - Oh, nuggets. Nobody saw that, right?
I think they'll notice the huge puddle of water on the ground, sweetie.
Not wanting to risk my founders this early in the legacy, I coughed up the 50 simoleons to hire a repairman. Unfortunately it looks as though we interrupted her from something kinda important . . . O_o
REPAIR-LADY - AAUUURRRGH! I'm supposed to be WALKING DOWN THE AISLE right now, you stupid cheap-ass excuse for an appliance! I HATE YOU ALLLLL!
Well. That seems like a great place to end it for the day. XD Until next time! Happy simming!
And by 'keeping it fresh' I mean they're diving under the covers every chance they get. ^_~
They were both very attentive daddies to their new baby Orion, however. Despite all the sexy-times.
BART - You almost killed your Daddy Bart, you know that right?
ORION - *adorable baby noises*
BART - D'awww, nobody could stay mad at that face! *belly raspberries*
In between honeymoon leave and maternity leave, Bart hadn't actually been given the chance to go to work yet, until now. Here he is, off for his first day as a Kitchen Scullion. Interesting . . . choice of uniform, by the way. O_o
Sadly, it turns out that Bart's return to work would be short lived.
BART - *urk* . . . oh, for the love of--! Not again! SEVEN! This is NOT FUNNY!
SEVEN - zzzzz*must have a litter*zzzz
BART - ASHFHEHEBLARGGGGG!
Eventually Bart popped yet again. Number two was officially on the way.
BART - I'll never be a celebrity chef at this rate. :c
But . . . but . . . babies!
Meanwhile Seven was cheerily heading back to work. He'd also nabbed himself a promotion, now a Lab Tech. He looks so pleased with himself.
SEVEN - Yay! No more bare-hand bunsen burner drills! :D
Wow . . . I guess I'd be happy too.
At home, Bart is left to care for Orion. Which is easier some days than others.
BART - Oh wow, your lungs are DEFINITELY developed now! Mind bringing it down a notch or ten, Orion? Daddy Bart doesn't want to have to use a hearing-aide at the age of twenty-five.
When not snuggling, feeding or changing dirty diapers, Bart could usually be found in front of the T.V. Watching all his favorite cooking shows and dreaming of the day that it would be him on the other side of the screen.
And then! It was time for Orion to have his first birthday! No more baby-larva! Seven is beside himself with excitement, as you can see.
SEVEN - *toooooooooooooooooooot!*
BART - . . . I think you just blew out my eardrums, Sev.
SEVEN - I LOVE BIRTHDAYS YAY!
I don't think he can help but be adorable. XD
The candles are blown, the baby is put on the ground, and POOF! Orion Pollination has entered his toddler-hood! He has Daddy Bart's brown eyes, and his grandpa Morgan's blond hair. An interesting mix of genetics.
Bart sits down with Orion to get started on his talking right away, while Seven . . . enjoys some birthday cake. Bart does not look pleased.
Are you ready for some toddler spam? I'm ready for some toddler spam. :) *cue montage music*
ORION - I will put things into my mouth, whether they belong there or not. c:
Wow, Seven? What's with the face?
Ahah! Looks like Bart has you pulling Potty Duty. That'll teach you to eat cake in front of a pregnant man.
In actuality Seven was a great daddy. They both were. Little Orion was very spoiled, I don't think any of his needs ever dropped very low before one of them was on the scene, ready to take care of it.
ORION - Cute montage? Otay, I got dis.
SEVEN - BLAST! This waste disposal unit is clogged again! That's the third time this week!
Well you better work on those promotions then, sir, so you can afford a better one.
But before that . . . you might want to think about buying a second crib . . . .
BART - Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap!
BART - AAAAAAAH! I swear to Plumbob Seven, you better be glad I love you, or I would KILL you right now!
With a lot of cursing and yelling and pushing, Bart was eventually able to bring his and Seven's second son into this world. Meet Antares Pollination. He's Easily Impressed and Insane, a Libra who loves Ratatoullie, Roots music and the color black.
With the new baby, Bart and Seven used what funds they had and added on to the bunker, with duplicate baby supplies for little Antares.
Bart was sure to continue to shower Orion with love and affection, not wanting any jealousy between the brothers.
And of course, there was still walking to master.
ORION - Why won't this block fit! HULK SMASSSSSSH!
Bart can't be disturbed at the moment, however. He's in his happy place with a freshly baked cookie . . . .
And then . . . the dishwasher broke.
BART - Oh, nuggets. Nobody saw that, right?
I think they'll notice the huge puddle of water on the ground, sweetie.
Not wanting to risk my founders this early in the legacy, I coughed up the 50 simoleons to hire a repairman. Unfortunately it looks as though we interrupted her from something kinda important . . . O_o
REPAIR-LADY - AAUUURRRGH! I'm supposed to be WALKING DOWN THE AISLE right now, you stupid cheap-ass excuse for an appliance! I HATE YOU ALLLLL!
Well. That seems like a great place to end it for the day. XD Until next time! Happy simming!
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