By the time Snowflake Day arrived, Eunice and I had made our plan. I am so glad that she was with me on this instead of jealous that I'd be making woohoo with Freddie. She and I have been friends for a long time. She knows about my crush on him and thinks it's okay.
"Eden," she says. "You're special. Not just to me, but to the whole world."
My Eunice is the best. She doesn't think Freddie is hot, though. She only likes girls. Maybe she only likes me!
I got up early to arrange the party. We tore down our gate when Freddie adopted Moonglow, so she'd have room to run around. Hopefully this means we can have a gift party now too!
I found Gran downstairs in the museums. She was missing Ophelia again.
We don't keep the urns down there anymore, because the ghosts were too disruptive, but it's a nice dedication anyway. I tugged her over to her own museum just to remind her how loved Ophelia really was. Then I got her to come upstairs for the party.
Yay, presents!
I got a funny little toy. Most people hate him, but I think he's a great gift! What do you think?
Anyway, this is where my plan started. I decided to purchase the Worries and Woes pub for my property. Freddie likes it there. I wish I could change the name, though. For Snowflake Day, I asked him if he'd help me plan out my upgrades. He was gonna meet me there after the party.
I got there early and sat on one of the couches by the windows and thought hard ... and soft too, I guess. Now was the moment!
Freddie came in on the phone. He was annoyed with someone.
"I've told you people a thousand times! She's not for sale! Yes, she's a champion, but she's also part of our family!"
Freddie's devotion to Moonglow seemed like a good sign.
When he sat down, we chit chatted for a bit. It had been a nice Snowflake Day. Freddie had lots of suggestions about renovating the pub, though he did worry that they were too expensive.
I agreed to most of them. A pub isn't really my ideal destination anyhow. He did say that it might be nice to plant some tomatoes or something outside, though. That I can definitely do! Freddie is always so complimentary about my garden.
"So, why am I really here?" he asked, his smile self assured and all knowing. I should've known better than to think I could dupe him.
So, I told him about the Plan. Kind of. I told him I needed to have a baby naturally, which I obviously can't do with Eunice. I told him about all the things I picture for the baby and how the father has to be just right and not jealous and to love me even though I'm married to Eunice. He listened very carefully.
Afterward, he cleared his throat, looking fairly approving of the whole thing.
"Eden, you know I don't believe in exclusive relationships anyway. I don't think Sims are built for monogamy. You are probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and there's something magic about you. I can't imagine any man saying no to such a request, especially if they got a half-Eden baby out of the deal."
He lapsed into silence after that. Maybe he was expecting me to burst out with my request that he be that guy. But I stayed quiet. There was a bit of hurt (and maybe jealousy?) on his face and he started to check the time. "We should probably get home soo-" he started, but by then I was already making my moves.
When the realization of what I was doing hit him, he laughed softly, under his breath. In a smooth, comfortable motion, he relaxed against the couch and me.
"Are you sure you want to be a Daddy?" I asked, one last time to be sure.
"You had me at red baby shoes, Eden."
"I was thinking," I said. "We need privacy to make a nooboo. And romance. Why don't we go to the family castle in France?"
"We have a castle?" he said with wonder.
"Duh," I said, trying not to be too obvious with my smelling of his hair.
And that was how we ended up in the courtyard of Classic Chateau 12 hours later.
"You know," Freddie said to me, on the front steps. "I always knew you were really the girl for me."
"And I always knew you were my prince," I smiled.
Neither of us can cook. Even quick meals tend to go poorly, so we ordered pizza for almost every night we were there. And we spent the blissful alone time really getting to know each other.
Freddie loves to love. He even spoke fondly of Silvia while we were there, but I didn't feel jealous. I knew Eunice would only ever love me, while I could love Freddie completely and he could love me back but also love the whole world. In my own way, I had found perfection, and finally, I had found my way into Freddie's arms.
Our days were bliss and our nights were perfection. It was with deep reluctance that we finally headed home.
"We'll always have Champs le Sims," he whispered cheesily to me while we were boarding our flight. But, he isn't wrong.
We walked back into the house to a celebration. My Daddy was aging up to elder! We dropped our bags and proceeded to cheer him into his winter years.
He changed his hair to something more befitting a man of his age, but mostly he's still just Dad.
I wanted to give him a big hug for birthday congratulations, but I suddenly, desperately had to be elsewhere.
I don't like puking. It is not very princess like. Mom aged up the next day. She was at the consignment shop, playing yet another opponent who never seemed to not be working there.
"You know, this purchase was one of my better ideas."
"Check."
"I don't think so, buddy."
She beat him first and then she had her sparkles.
She looks pretty okay for an old lady. Here's her every day outfit:
And her formal one:
I got some new clothes too recently. Want to see? Well, I only have the nightgown version, but I bet you will like it anyway.
The Red Shoes is an incredibly morbid fairytale about morality and youth by Hans Christian Andersen. I don't recommend checking it out unless you're prepared to be disturbed.
Watcher's Note: Regarding No Jealous, etc. When Eden and Freddie got back, the most unexpected of my concerns regarding fidelity occurred. Eunice was fine. Freddie was fine. Eden was not. Suddenly Freddie had the "eternally faithful moodlet," and that really didn't sit well with Eden. She marched up to him and slapped him in the face and then had the betrayed moodlet. That's right, our married polyamorist had the betrayed moodlet! I moodlet cured both of them and now they're friends again. Freddie, however, is no longer "eternally faithful" to anyone.
