A Black Widower Tale

[karlissa]

Wait, she was still green when she was crying, those were crocodile tears.

[Playalot]

Wait, she was still green when she was crying, those were crocodile tears.

Shhh... I know, sorry that broke the immersion but I can only do so much 'wrangling' to get screenshots when I don't control all the sims in the picture. Not ideal...    At times it's pretty difficult getting the sims to do what I want so I can tell the story my way.

[Magpie2012]

Actually, it kind of works that she was "happy" when talking about Kacey's death! I'm pretty sure the (older) late wifey, doesn't mind the fact that the younger (prettier?) Wifey died in a horrible manner!

Although its one of the things I dislike about ghosts in TS4, they wear their hearts on their sleeves! Plus I kind of liked the TS3 way, where you could tell how someone died by the colour of their ghost (although 90% of mine where old grey ghosts with no interesting stories except old age)

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[Ferretmania]

Poor Parker , having to go all hush hush to interview a ghost haha.

I think it works too, that Perry is being sort of happy about Kacey's death. Especially when you consider how mad she got when she found out Kurt had fallen in love again.

[Playalot]

@karlissa @Magpie2012 @Ferretmania  It was a really frustrating day of play for those last chapters actually. The ghost did have a sad moodlet but it kept getting over whelmed by all the decor items in the police station. *head desk*  and to be honest wrangling everyone I need for the story to the police station is quite time consuming!! There are times when I just want my sims to sit still and to stop talking lol I swear they all of minds of their own... 

Thank you all for reading and/or commenting 

[Playalot]

Chapter 17

The next day Victoria invited me to the Art Museum after hours.  It was great to see her again. We hadn't seen each other since just after my marriage to Perry and we had a lot of catching up to do.




Victoria has been working at the museum for some years now and needed to put together a small exhibition for a school group that were coming in for a class visit tomorrow. I was happy to help. Not that I know much about art though.




I think Vic just wanted company so she wasn't alone in the old building, in the dark. It was a bit creepy.




Vic set about painting a llama . Something to do with it being the children's class mascot... I'm not 100% sure.




I wandered about, looking at the various paintings. I don't really know much about the history of art and I although I know what I like I couldn't really tell you much more.




Vic showed me a few of her favorites. She is very knowledgable and said something that really resonated with me. 'Art awakens creativity. We all need to be creative in our everyday life, to solve problems, to bring a fresh approach in our relationships, decorate the house, or to even pick the perfect present for a loved one.'




I definitely needed a fresh approach to relationships. My mind ruminated over that idea as I painted my version of a llama.




I told Vic not to expect a masterpiece. She simply replied that it was time to let go of my fear of criticism and embrace the process. So I did.




I was quite pleased of my little pink girly llama. Perfect for a little girls bedroom. In my minds eye I saw a little Kacey smiling delightedly at her new piece of art. And then it hit me.





There never would be a little Kacey. Our dreams of family were dead too. My stomach clenched.




I wondered when this grief would stop tormenting me. Just when I thought I was through the worst of it, something else would occur to taunt me with what was now irrevocably gone.




Vic called me over to gush about the history of some sailing ship. I sniffed back my tears and was relieved that Vic didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong.




We ended up outside in the still evening air sitting and talking about life. I thought I'd try my hand at mixing us up a drink. It was then that Vic told me about her troubles. Her flatmate had unexpectedly had a job offer in another town and had left the same week. Now Vic couldn't afford the mortgage payments and all the utility bills and so was having to sell her home. I was pretty shocked. Poor Vic.




I had a brainwave as I listened to Vic put a brave front on the situation.




Move in with me Vic. I said. We've been friends for years. Let's pool our resources, extend the house so we both have all the room we need and let's start enjoying life. What do you say? Vic was a little hesitant at first.




But as we discussed the nitty-gritty of the mechanics of it all we both realized that this was a really good idea. I was pleased to have the renovations to focus on and to keep me busy and Vic was relieved to be able to have a home and a secure future ahead of her. We'd be perfect house-mates for each other. Just perfect.




We sealed the deal with a hug. And then headed to our own homes for the last time before we became house-mates.

[Playalot]

Chapter 18

It was about a week or so later that most of the renovations were complete. One morning Vic called me into one of the spare rooms.




I remember asking her 'what's up?'.





Vic wanted to know what the strange little seed was. I told her how Kacey had fished it up the night before she had died. About how excited Kacey had been to plant it and to discover what it would grow into and about how I had said not until the morning, only it had never happened. I blamed myself, I always thought that if we had planted it that night then maybe Kacey wouldn't have been swimming so early... maybe she would have been looking at the plant... and not drowned.




Vic said I could not continue to blame myself and that we were going to plant the strange little seed as a way of saying goodbye to Kacey and as away of honoring her love of the outdoors, of fishing and of life itself. I agreed with Vic although it was hard to do.




A myriad of emotions poured over me as I watched Vic plant the seed.




I was glad I'd asked Vic to move in, she was good for me and I was very grateful that morning to have her as a friend.




I thanked Vic for helping me to do this and for keeping me company by moving in. Then it was time for her to go to work.





Later that day, some time in the afternoon Vic got home, grabbed a plate of leftovers and sank down on the couch staring blankly at the T.V. I guessed she'd had a tough day at the museum.




Nothing prepared me for what she was about to say. Vic had just discovered she was pregnant to her old flatmate and didn't know where he was or even how to go about finding him.




I felt a bit overwhelmed and couldn't quite think what was the right thing to say. The right thing to make Vic feel better... I couldn't even think straight to work out a plan to help her.




I sat for a second or two thinking deeply, considering the options. I thought about my dad. What would he want me to do in this situation?




I gave Vic a hug and told her that she wasn't alone and that together we would think of something. I made the broken shower my excuse for some alone time.




I fixed the shower and formulated a plan.





We talked for hours, back and forth... debating and considering. Vic just didn't want to be raising a nooboo and still be unmarried. Although she said many women did, it just wasn't for her. We talked about what was really important and what was just societies pressures. Vic cried at times which made me so sad. But finally we were in agreement.




Even though this was only for convenience, friendship and support and not an affair of the heart, I still got down on one knee so that Vic could have her moment. She asked me again if I was 100% sure about this... I replied that of course I was.




Vic said that she would never forget my kindness and that she would always do her best to be my best friend and not take me for granted. I replied the same and told her how excited I was for her baby and that as long as I lived she would never again have to worry about bringing up a nooboo all alone. We'd do it together. Friends forever.




It felt really good doing something for someone else.  I liked the idea of being a stay at home step-dad. Least this way Vic got to keep her career and have her nooboo too.

[Joria]

This is weirdly mesmerizing.  lol  Do I suspect death by cow plant in the near future?
Really great writing, Play.  Your best I think, although the teen age runaway is still one of my favs.

[karlissa]

Things are about to get very heart wrenching when she inevitably dies from her curiosity about the cow plant seed.

[KRae]

Ah the foreshadowing and foreboding and foreheads against desks.

[Ferretmania]

So I hope Vin won't get upset when he finds out about Victoria and Kurt ...Dead by cowplant , I wonder how Parker will be dealing with that one lol

I agree with Joria about this being weirdly mesmerizing. Your writing is awesome .

[beckey76]

Sounds awesome!

[tjtemple]

Loving this story... More more please!

[Playalot]

@Joria, thank you! Well, I thought I'd try a different style of writing, take a risk etc. I find myself weirdly mesmerized watching the sims as I play. The jealousy trait is so different to all the other sims 4 traits.
@karlissa yeah... got a bad feeling about that one.   
@KRae , lol hehe... so true.
@Ferretmania thank you. I'm really pleased its fun to read.
@beckey76 welcome to the forum! Glad you are enjoying and nice to have you along for the ride
@tjtemple welcome to the forum! More coming up soon. Happy to hear you are enjoying my madness!

[Playalot]

Chapter 19

Poor Vic wasn't having such a flash time of her pregnancy.




I did what I could to comfort her and be a good friend.




I suggested we head over home and let Vin know what's going on. Vic wasn't too sure she wanted to do that but I explained to her that I don't have any secrets from my family. She eventually agreed.




Vic's parent's had been good friends with mum and dad for years so really, in many ways this was her second home.




Vin wasn't initially all that happy about everything.




He got a bit snarky at me and asked me what I was playing at.




As I watched Vic share her excitement at being a mum soon and about how she valued Vin's friendship and needed him to support her, my emotions started to tangle.




A sea of lava began to boil in my guts and on old, old frenemy began to surface. One that I had though Kacey had tamed. But here it was again, stronger than before. More bitter than ever.




I snarled at Vin and Vic recoiled in fear at the force of my outburst. She ran out of the room to escape the intensity.




Vin started to give me some 'older-brother' advice.




I wasn't having it. Unable to cage the beast, I went after Vic.




Vic started to apologize. It wasn't fair on her, I know, but this was a slippery slide of jealousy that there was no getting off.




I told her flat that if 'this' was going to work I needed to know we were exclusive. It wasn't my finest hour, but I couldn't help it. This jealousy was a killer.




Just then the nooboo kicked. It stopped us both in our tracks and brought a sense of wonder that neither of us could ignore. I held Vic's hand and told her I was sorry. I knew I was being unreasonable.




I still wasn't happy but I was determined to make Vic mine for good. I felt too insecure, vulnerable with our relationship being undefined and vague. I needed a firm rock to stand on and marriage gave me that right to expect that in return from Vic. After all, I was doing my best to help her.






We promised each other respect and support for the coming years.




Vic was a little surprised to see the family heirloom but I told her that it was tradition and was a symbol of our bond.




My heart felt at peace as we became husband and wife. I hugged Vic to show her how much I really did value her.




It seemed a serious moment but I remember telling Vic that I would always do my best to make her happy. I knew I had to work on my green-eyed monster and I was confident that together we could conquer anything.




Mum wasn't totally thrilled that Vic and I had tied the knot. It wasn't that she didn't love Vic, because she did.  Peter was pleased for me and assured mum that all would be well. I know that mum's objections were based on wanting a love-match for me and nothing else but I knew that Vic and I were such good friends that everything would work out. Eventually.