A New Life
I thought it was time we had a close-up of Gabrielle, generation 7 spouse. I spruced up her hair colour too, no sim of mine will have to suffer that greeny-brown colour!
She got a new wardrobe too, in spice brown which is her favourite colour. Here's her everyday dress, which you'll very rarely see her in for reasons that'll become clear in later chapters.
She also got a new formal outfit. And sleepwear, swimwear and athletic but they're nowhere near as exciting because I just wanted to get on and make nooboos at this point.
Gabrielle: Don't worry, I know where your priorities lie.
All this was after a little bit of treadmill action. I wanted to see what she'd look like as skinny as Daniel is.
Anyway, enough with the Watcher rambling. You can tell I've been away from the forum for a while, I've almost forgotten how to update. I'm sure this is the screenie you've all been waiting for, to show that the next heir is on his or her little way.
Daniel: Get. Out. My. Bedroom.
Fiiiinnnee. Just showing your fans what's happened.
Daniel: I preferred it when you were off moving house. Don't you have a kitchen to paint?
Bored of that. I'd rather bother you.
Daniel: Oh joy.
What's that?
Daniel: Car.
I can see that.
Daniel: Well why did you ask then?
What I wanted to know was why it was in our garden.
Daniel: MY GARDEN. And if you wanted to know that, you should have asked it.
Well I am now.
Gabrielle: He's bought the car because he's having a mid-life crisis. And play nicely both of you or I'll press the mute button.
You wouldn't!
Gabrielle: Try me.
Daniel: Should I change my job?
Magic8 Ball: Please try again later.
Daniel: What kind of an answer is that? *shakes again* Piece of rubbish.
Magic8 Ball: Please try again later.
Daniel: You're less use than my watcher.
I heard that.
Magic8 Ball: Please try again later. Please try again later. Please try again later. Please...
Daniel: Oh. Runs on Windows Vista. That explains it.
Magic8 Ball: ..try again later.
Try turning it off and on again.
Gabrielle: Eurgh.
Needs no explanation. Which is good, because after seven previous generations of morning sickness shots I've run of out jokes about it. I might have to resort to puns.
Gabrielle: Please never resort to puns.
Daniel is still having a mid-life crisis.
Gabrielle's pregnancy confirms.
What is THAT?
Daniel: Found it in the fridge. I'm living dangerously.
Gabrielle: Oh. Yes. Risking life and limb by eating some strange concoction that the new EP brought with it is living dangerously. You're a real man!
Daniel: Oh shut it, sarcasm isn't cool anymore.
And you are?
Daniel: Help. Brain freeze.
Gabrielle: Probably serves you right.
No mid-life crisis is complete without a new hairstyle.
Erm, should they be letting a pregnant and hormonal woman near that much heavy machinery.
Gabrielle: Despite my hormones, I think I'm more balanced emotionally than Daniel at the moment.
Daniel: HELP! HELP! I think I've found another wrinkle! What will I do?!?
You have a point there. Carry on.
Later that night, Daniel finds himself speeding off to the hospital because Gabrielle's in there giving birth to the eighth heir.
Daniel: Watcher, I'm scared.
Hi scared. I'm the watcher.
Daniel: Now isn't a time for jokes! I'm going to become a daddy and that's scary.
No, now's the time for me to go paint the windowframes in the kitchen, like you keep reminding me to.
Daniel: Don't go...
