In A Family Way

Posted On April 24, 2010

Filed under abbley, karlington, ramirez, random event

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November, Round 1: mini update- Abbley/Karlington household- {featuring Carmen Karlington (28) Gretchen Abbley (27) and Checo Ramirez (43)}

Carmen Karlington laid back in the hospital bed, literally sick to her stomach. “No. Do another test.”

Her roommate, and nurse, Gretchen Abbley bustled around. “We’ve taken eighteen tests. I know it’s horrible to hear, but…” she trailed off, eying Carmen apprehensively.

“Don’t say it.”

“You’re pregnant.” Gretchen said,  flinching as Carmen jumped out of the bed, screaming.

“Dammit! Argh! I told him to leave me alone!” Carmen had no room for sadness. There was only anger.

“Him? You know who the father is?” Gretchen asked, genuinely surprised.

“Of course I do. It’s Checo!” Carmen nearly shouted.

“No! No! You promised to stay away from him!”

“I know!” Carmen wailed, the gravity of her situation beginning to settle in. “But he came to see me one day at the salon.” she sighed. “And I kept seeing him after that. He even lent me more money for the renovations.”

Gretchen shook her head in disgust. “Wow. I knew I could never depend on you.”


“Save it, Carmen. There’s nothing more I can do to help you.” Gretchen said sadly, and marched from the room without so much as a backward glance toward her friend.

* * * *

Gretchen had, of course, no intentions of abandoning Carmen. Secretly, deep down in her heart, she was a little bit happy that Carmen was pregnant.

The possibilities swirled in her mind as she made her way to the hospital chapel, which she knew would be empty.

There was no doubt in Gretchen’s mind that Carmen was going to be a terrible, selfish mother, which would leave Gretchen responsible for the child.

It was a terrifying and exciting thought.

But for now, there was something Gretchen could do to help Carmen. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed quietly.

“Checo? Hey honey, it’s me!” Gretchen spoke in her perfect, spot on Carmen voice. “Come to the house tonight. I want to see you!”

* * * *

Gretchen waited on the porch, shivering. Checo was due to arrive any minute.

She couldn’t pretend she wasn’t frightened. Gretchen still thought that Checo was a murderer.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. “Carmen is that you?” she heard him whisper.

“Actually, it’s me.” Gretchen stepped out of the shadows. “I need a word with you.”

Checo laughed. “A word? Are you going to scold me or something?”

“No. But I’m going to scare the hell out of you.”

Checo was intrigued. “Oh?”

“I want you to leave Carmen alone. She doesn’t want to see you anymore.”

“You’re wrong.” Checo was getting riled up. “You know nothing! She loves me!”

“Right. Unfortunately for you though, she’s pregnant.” Gretchen smirked as he recoiled in shock.

Checo’s jaw dropped. His eyes bulged. He was nearly panting. “Who is the father?” he finally choked.

“I think you know. Which is why I’m making a deal with you. Leave Carmen alone, or I will go to the police. One little test will be all the proof they need that you were conducting an affair when your wife and daughter were murdered.”

Checo began to inch away from Gretchen, completely cowed.

“Oh, and one more thing. I’m going to be needing a little cash.”

* * * *

Gretchen was still reeling from the previous night while she watched Carmen tear her cherry pie apart.

“Whub?” Carmen asked, a trickle of juice dripping down her chin.

“You’re a mess.” Gretchen giggled.

Carmen shrugged and continued eating. “I’m pregnant, silly. Of course I’m hungry.”

When they were done, and Carmen had left to go take another nap, Gretchen cleared off the table. She would love to have a husband to take care of, but for now, she would settle for Carmen.

* * * *

Carmen woke up retching.

As the week wore on, the pregnancy began to take a toll on Carmen. And nothing, not nobody, slowed down Carmen Karlington.

So she gathered herself up and walked to her salon, which was due to open very soon. Carmen was rarely proud of herself, and as she looked around the store, she was amazed at what she saw.

The counters gleamed, the mirrors glistened. The carpet was new and smelled fresh, as did the paint on the walls.

She laughed at the lip shaped couches she had purchased. They fit in so well.

The only thing wrong was herself, Carmen lamented as she gazed into the mirror at her stomach. She could see a tiny bulge through her dress.

Carmen was not surprised to find herself pregnant, or rather, as her highly conservative father might say, in a family way. She was actually proud of herself for avoiding it for so long.

She wasn’t even sure how to feel about it. Some days she spent the entire day in bed, sobbing. Most of the time she pushed it to the back of her mind and even thought it might be okay.

But now, when she was alone, she was forced to examine her very dire situation.

The facts remained that Carmen had an illegitimate child on the way, a load of debt, and no job.

She wasn’t sure if she would be able to make it through. She didn’t even know what it will take. But she was strong. And hopeful.

And she was Carmen Karlington, for heaven’s sake, and she wasn’t going to let a single thing get in her way.

* * * *

This is the last random event for this round, the oops preggy one, which should be ending very soon!

OMG… Carmen is pregnant with Checo’s baby! I can’t wait for the fallout! This is going to have so many repercussions. Juicy!

And how cute is Gretchen? I know exactly where I am taking her character, so don’t feel too bad right now. She has a lot in store. 🙂

thanks for reading!


Said Sweetly

Posted On January 28, 2010

Filed under birthday, engebretsen, random event

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Engebretsen Household: May, Round 1- (featuring Clark (60), Candice (59), Emily (23), Flora (20), and Gabe (15)  Engebretsen.)

The Engebretsen’s were the oldest family in Kayton.

Amanda Engebretsen and her husband Austin were, in fact, the neighborhood founders. Although they have since passed away, their two children, Becca and Clark, are still living in the state.

The family was so large and well known that their days were seldom quiet and relaxing, and today was no exception, as it was Clark’s 60th birthday.

Flora was one of the first guests to arrive, and she stopped a minute to view their family portrait, which had been taken when she was 15. Five years had passed since then, and Flora had moved out and found her own place in Maple City.

Meanwhile, Candice was in her element, busy welcoming guests in the backyard. In addition to being the president of the Kayton Board of Education, Candice loved to host parties, cook, and do whatever other homemaking duties she could.

“Lauren Brie! Nice to see you!” Candice kissed her on the cheek. “Clark will be so excited to see you!”

She waved to her friend Sienna, and then took her seat next to her husband, who was busy telling a joke.

“Hey.” he said finally, resting his hand on top of hers. “Thanks for everything. I don’t even want to know how much planning went into today.”

“It’s fine, baby. You only turn sixty once.”

“Oh, god, don’t remind me.”

Soon all of the guests had arrived, and were helping themselves to the buffet Candice had laid out.

Among the guests were Lauren Brie and Remy Harris,

and of course, Clark and Candice’s most troublesome daughter, Flora, who was clearly upset about the seating arrangements.

“Hmph.” she said, crossing her arms. “I don’t get why I’m always stuck with the uninteresting people.”

“Hey blondie.” Dawn said. “You spilled something on your outfit.”

“I did?” Sienna asked. “I don’t see anything.”

“Oh yeah?” Dawn picked up her spoon and poured some turkey sauce on Sienna’s neatly pressed suit.

“Ah!” she screamed, jumping out of her chair.

“Thanks.” Flora said, flashing her a mischievous smile.

“That’s what cousins are for!” Dawn joked, returning to her meal.

Soon it was time for cake, and everyone crowded around Clark as he prepared to blow out his candles.

“Happy birthday to you…” they sang.

Clark glanced around the crowd. Everyone had made it, with the exception of his sister, who was vacationing in Takimizu. Everywhere he looked he saw the faces of those he loved. From his college roommate, to his daughters, and of course, his wife.

This moment meant the world to Clark. He had been very worried about growing older, but right then and there, he realized there was no need for it.

Everything was perfect.

And even though he was turning sixty, Clark was okay with that, because his life had turned out exactly as he’d hoped.

* * * *

The afternoon wore on. Clark had gracefully aged into a handsome older man, and if not for his gray hair, looked not a day over thirty.

Emily sat on the other side of Dawn (the turkey spiller.) Emily was the oldest of the three Engebretsen children, and she was the rock of the family. Modest, brilliant, and caring, she was the prodigal daughter. She had recently graduated college with a degree in culinary arts, and was anxious to start her life.

“So what did you talk to my parents this morning, Ed?” Emily asked her boyfriend. “You were in there for like, a half an hour. You’re not in trouble or something, are you?” she teased.

Edwin laughed nervously. “No that’s not it. There is something I want to ask you, but I had to ask your parent’s permission first.”

Emily gasped in realization. Dawn, who hadn’t been listening, continued to talk about the weather with Gabe.

Edwin slid a small blue box across the picnic table toward her.  “So what do you say? Will you marry me?”

Emily couldn’t speak.

“Holy crap, he’s proposing!” Dawn shouted to their family.

“Nice. Very subtle.” Gabe laughed.

“Oh, Ed! I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for the past two years. Yes, I’ll marry you!” Emily jumped up and ran to her fiance.

“Emily, you’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

“Right back at you, honey.” Emily sighed blissfully.

* * * *

To celebrate her sister’s engagement, Flora took Emily out to a club the following evening.

“Hey, sis, thanks for taking me out.” Emily smiled at Flora. Dark as her sister was fair, Emily had, despite being three years older, always envied Flora. And growing up, Flora had always commanded the attention, whether it was for her angelic looks or domineering personality.

But tonight was all about Emily.

“Your welcome. You mean a lot to me, Em!” Flora said sweetly. “And besides, I’ve been wanting some time alone to talk to you privately.”

“Oh yeah? About what?” Emily said as she ordered them two drinks. Nothing could ruin her high tonight.

“I don’t think you should marry Edwin.” Flora said quickly.

Except that.

Emily eyed her sister carefully. Flora looked away. “Are you freaking kidding me with this?”

“Well-” Flora continued to stare at the wall.

“I’ve been dating him for two years! And now you decide to say something?”

“No! Don’t be mad! Listen, the only reason I didn’t say anything was because I thought it was a faze! I never thought you would get engaged!”

“You’re lying! Tell me, what is it? Is he too ugly for me? Huh? Too awkward? Yeah, well, guess what? I love him anyway.” Emily slammed her drink down and stormed away.

“Hey, you said all that, not me.” Flora shrugged, and ran after her sister.

She found her upstairs, on the dance floor. This gave Flora an idea.

“Hey, Emily, let’s just drop it and try to have a good time. C’mon, dance with me!”


“See, everything’s cool, right?”

She tried to let it go. She really did. But the damage was done. “No, it’s not!” Emily huffed.  “Don’t you see? I was fine with my relationship, but now you’ve brought out all my old insecurities! Everything you say influences me! I mean, look at you! You’re perfect! I guess I just thought that if I do things the way you would, I would end up like you! And now you’ve gone and made me second guess my fiance! Thanks a lot!”

Flora leapt back, stung. But then, out of no where, she began to cry.

“Oh, come on, I wasn’t that mean.” Emily scoffed.

“No, it’s not you! It’s me!” Flora cried. “I didn’t mean what I said before.”

“You didn’t?”

“No!” Flora sobbed. “I only said it because I’m jealous of you!”

“Please. You’re the luckiest girl alive.”

“No, I’m serious!”

“What do I have that you don’t?” Emily nearly shouted.

“A boyfriend, okay?” Florence wailed. “All men do is take advantage of me. I haven’t been on a real date in months. I just want what you have! A nice man who loves you. And I thought if I could make you doubt him, or whatever, then I wouldn’t feel so bad about myself.”

“Aw, Flora, you’re gonna make me cry!” Emily said. “Don’t feel that way! Honestly, I don’t need to tell you you’re gorgeous. And you are twenty years old. You have plenty of time.”

Flora gave one last hiccup, and then dried her tears. “Thanks, sis. I was just being an idiot.”

“Yeah, but what else is new?” Emily teased, brightening. “Now come on, let’s dance!”

* * * *

The next day, back in the Engebretsen house, Candice was busy playing with their dog Cherie when Gabe burst into the foyer.

“Mom! I’m home!” he hollered, and then bounded up the stairs.

“Hold it right there, mister.” Candice said dangerously.

“Whoa, mom, what’s up?”

“Come with me into the living room. We need to have a little chat.”

Once they were in their assembled places, Candice began to yell. “I got your final report card today, honey, and it is not what I, or your father, expect from you.”

“Mom, calm down. I have everything at school under control. And I still have finals!”

“Under control? Your grades have been high your whole life! There is no way they would just drop like this! Something must be wrong!”

“I’m not talking to you about this. Or about anything.” Gabe shouted back. “This conversation is over!” he stalked out of the room.

“Come back here! You don’t dimiss me, young man!”

“Ugh, you are so annoying!” Gabe muttered, slamming the door behind him.

Candice stood there, huffing and puffing. Then she headed over to the bathroom.

“Emily! Sorry!” she gasped when she opened the door.

“Oh, don’t worry. I was just looked for some hand soap.”

Candice closed her eyes painfully.

“I thought I heard you and Gabe… talking.” Emily said.

“Oh, goodness. What am I going to do with him?”

“There’s nothing you can do, really, until he decides he wants to talk to you. He’s obviously going through something.”

“Yes, but what?” Candice was cleary upset. “I’m getting too old for this.”

“Look, ma. He’s a teenager. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just the normal ups and downs.” Emily said reassuringly, and exited.

“I hope you’re right, Emily.” Candice said sadly. “I really hope you’re right.”

* * * *

OMG, this family would not stop fighting this update!

So Emily drew one of the random events for this round, and that was to be a victim of sibling rivalry. And since her sister is single and I was planning on her getting engaged, it fit perfectly!

Flora doesn’t live with them; she has a pretty nice apartment in Maple City. She’s getting her own update later on in the round. I can’t wait until you meet her. She’s crazy! LOL.

So Amanda and Austin Engebretsen were my first two sims that I used to create the neighborhood, and I was doing an alphabet light challenge (Amanda – Austin, Becca – Bruce, Clark – Candice, and (you’ll meet them later too) Dawn – Don!) But I’ve found it really restricts who they can marry, so I’m trying to find ways around it.

The club is that nice three story house that came with downtown. I removed all the houses from my downtown because I only wanted my city to have an apartment, but I still wanted to use that awesome house.

And that last picture of Candice was really just because I wanted to get one last close up picture of her before she becomes an elder soon. She’s the prettiest sim I’ve ever had! And luckily, her daughter looks just like her, with a little bit of her father thrown in.

thanks for reading!