Chapter Four
Watcher:" Yayyy, the first nooboo! This time around, anyway… Are you doing all right?"
Adeline: " I’m doing fine Watcher. Sims have been having nooboos since the beginning of time".
Watcher: "Or since 2000, anyway."
Watcher: Well you certainly look like you’re doing better than Gian is, but I suppose that’s normal. If men had to have the nooboos, civilization would have ended a looooong time ago.
Giancarlo: How do you expect me to be calm when the love of my life is in the hands of *whispers*
cadaverous sims?
Watcher: See, it’s all good. The, ah,
ethereal being, is just a nurse. Or an orderly. Or a candystriper.
There’s the one in charge. She looks competent enough.
Watcher: “Well, don’t leave us hanging! Do we have a boy nooboo or a girl nooboo? Do I start searching for custom content with pink lace or monster trucks?”
Adeline: “That is so sexist, Watcher. I’m disappointed in you. This handsome little nooboo may just grow up to wear pink frilly dresses, and we won’t bat an eye.”
Watcher: “Handsome? Is it sexist of me to assume that means it is a nooboo of the
male persuasion?”
Adeline: *sighs* “Yes, Watcher, meet Moses Ciara.”
Watcher: “Well, congratulations! I want to say he’s so cute, but honestly, to me all nooboos look the same. “
Watcher:” What do you think Gian, is he a keeper?”
Giancarlo: “I…I…I’m too
verklempt to speak Watcher.”
Watcher: “That’s a yes.”
Watcher: “Whatcha up to?”
Giancarlo: “I’ve been thinking, about my mortality. I understand the rules, and that Moses will be blessed to live forever with his Mom,”
Watcher: *muttering* “Plumbob willing…”
Giancarlo: “but I’d like to leave him something to remember me by. Not quite sure
what exactly it will be, but you’ll make sure he knows it was from me, right?”
Watcher: “Uggg, the very worst part of the IDC. I wish you could all just live forever.”
Giancarlo: “Really? Because I read online that you could just upload us to the gallery and…”
Watcher: “Sorry, I see a sim in distress, catch you later Gian!”
Watcher: “Aren’t you supposed to be eating low carb until you get back to your pre nooboo weight?”
Adeline: “Don’t worry, it’s not for me. It’s Giancarlo’s elder birthday today! I made it special just for him, but I need to get working
on my masterpieces for the collection in our Dynasty Family Museum. Make sure he doesn’t dye his hair after he blows out the candles, Watcher, I love my lil softie just the way he is.”
Watcher: *blows horns*” Happy Birthday Gian! Sorry we couldn’t have a party. Life of a dynasty you know, work work work .”
Giancarlo: “It’s the beginning of the end, Watcher.”
Watcher: *singing* “This is the end, my only friend, the end”
Giancarlo: “You aren’t as heartless as you want us to believe. And by the way, thanks for the earworm. Now I’ll be singing The
Doors tunes all day.”
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Watcher: “What’s this?! Confetti again,
already?”
Adeline: “Yep, no point wasting time. Gian is getting old, and Moses will need a helper around here later on. Nooboo number two,
on the way!”
Watcher: “You should probably come feed and change nooboo number one, before they take him away. This lady seems nice
enough, but look at Moses'
face. He looks
livid.”
Adeline: “That’s a
he not a
she, Watcher. But I’ll go grab the nooboo. Time for him to age up anyway.”
Watcher: “You aged up! In a
stranger’s arms!”
Moses: “It’s ok. I heard Bella and some other sims talking about you, I figured I’d better get used to caring for myself.”
Watcher: “Hmmmph. That’s what
you think. You’re an heir to a dynasty, mister, get skilling!”
Moses: “You say that like it’s a punishment. I happen to be a bookworm.”
Watcher: *wagging finger* “Well…all right then. You just keep…reading. As you are son, as you are.”
Watcher: “Harold, I rarely catch you guys in your space uniform suit thingy. You look quite dashing. Flirty cookies, flowers…whats the occasion?”
Watcher: “Ohhh. Bella, why do you look so
suspicious? *whispers* “I think she’s on to you, Harold.”
Harold: “He he he”
Watcher: “Well, I may be bossy, annoying, intrusive…stop me anytime….but I am
not a voyeur. You two go listen to some Marvin Gaye, I’m off to check on someone else.”
Watcher: “You’re having your nooboo without me? I thought we agreed you’d have this one at home. You have the same nurse!
Gian is going to
freak. Where is he, anyway?”
Adeline: “Relax, I was out at the museum, went into labor, and figured I’d surprise everyone when I got home with our new addition. I texted the ol softie but I didn’t get any response. I’ll be fine, Watcher. Go check on Gian, I worry about him, he’s aging so rapidly.”
Watcher: “Hah! You
have been watching
Saturday Night Fever!”
Giancarlo: “Nope.
Dirty Dancing.” *singing* “
Sylvia!Watcher:: “
Yes, Mickey?Giancarlo: “How do you call your loverboy?”
Watcher: *crooning lustily* “
Come here, Loverboy!”*Baby crying*Watcher: “Oopsie! I forgot! Adeline was in labor, she went to the hospital, she had a nooboo, she was worried about you, I said I’d check on you, I got caught up singing soundtracks….” *takes breath*
Giancarlo: “My nooboo! Let’s go!”
Watcher: “Want to go for nooboo number three?”
Adeline: “No way! As a matter of fact, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about finding some live in help around here. All I do is cook, paint and clean. The garden is neglected because my brother in law is always on the prowl, and I live with three sloppy sims! I can’t do everything, I need to be in a good mood when I go to work to get my next promotion.”
Watcher: “I’ll be on the lookout.”
Watcher: “I kind of fail in the nooboo photographing department. In my defense though, they really all do look a lot alike. So, it’s almost time for Samuel’s birthday. Any big plans? Feel like a party?”
Giancarlo: “Not really. I know my time with him is limited, I just want to spend every minute I can with both my boys. And my wife.”
Adeline: “I’m off to work my ol softie. See you in the morning, when your shift ends. I’ll make you something special for breakfast.” *winks*
Watcher: “Moses, this doesn’t look like studying to me.”
Moses: “I already finished my
Kid Whiz aspiration. I’m working on
Rambunctious Scramp.”
Watcher: “Pretty sure it’s
scamp, but that’s awesome! You have a good shot at Artistic Prodigy too. Play for a little while longer, then make sure you spend some time with your dad before he goes to work. He’s had bubbles for a while now.”
Watcher: “Harold, I forgot you’re not getting any younger, either. I see you’re not too old for
some things though. Don’t over exert yourself. And congratulations on your nooboo to be!”
Harold: ”Thanks Watcher, but this one isn’t the only one! I’m glad I went to visit the Goths, turns out I have an older daughter too. Meet Harper. Harper, Watcher.”
Watcher: “Wow, I had no idea! Nice to meet you, Harper. I’m sure we can use you in some fashion along the line. Too bad you’re blood related to the heir. Do you like gardening? Hmmm, I need to go check in on some of your other girlfriends' homes and see how many illegitimate nooboos you've had, Harold.”
Bella: *shrieks* “WHAT did she say?”
Watcher: “
Ciao, Bella.” Totally always wanted to say that.
Back at the homestead…
Watcher: "Noooooo Giancarlo! I knew it was coming. Adeline is going to be devestated."
Giancarlo: "Don't get all maudlin on me, Watcher. Just look over my family for me. Don't forget to take that horse sculpture out of my inventory and give it to my boys."
Watcher: "Will do, Gian." *sniff sniff* "Its been a pleasure knowing you."
