The Cobbler Rainbowcy/ Sorbet DITFT

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To the old and new readers of the Cobbler Rainbowcy,

Welcome all! If you recall, I’m Vanilla Cobbler, the founder of the Cobbler Rainbowcy. It’s been quite some time since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it? Since our absence, many occurrences have happened to my husband Apple and I.

A few years ago I moved to Sunset Valley to pursue a life in which I could marry anyone my heart desired. I met Apple shortly after I moved in. We were married and had four handsome sons. My decedents spanned for six generation. Then, according to my creator, our files were lost, completely wiping out my family’s existence. Determined not to lose hope, my creator gave Apple and I another chance. You may recall about a year ago Apple and I moved to Riverview ready to start again.

During our stay we had fur more children, two boys and two girls. Sadly, this was not meant to be. My creator spoke of something called a corrupt file. I don’t know what that exactly means, but Apple and I went to bed one night and when we woke the next morning we were in a new neighborhood with no children. We weren’t in Moonlight Falls for very long until Riverview called us back.

While in Riverview (again) we had three children; Honeycomb, Strawberry, and Cherry. Before I give you information about our three children, I’d like to say that we didn’t stay in Riverview very long. We have finally (seriously, finally) settled in the gorgeous Monte Vista. My creator has assured me that my family and our future generations will be living here. Right, onto our children.

Honeycomb was our first child. She was always a smart girl. Her grades were always high and there was constantly a spark of interest glittering in her eyes.Screenshot-203

After graduating high school, Honeycomb attended University to earn a degree in Technology. Although she spent most of her time studying she did meet her husband at the Student Union. 1

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Honeycomb and Carrot married shortly after their college graduation.

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They have one son named Mandarin and a newborn girl by the name of Fawn.

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Our third child was a boy we named Cherry.

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Like his sister, Cherry was extremely intelligent, albeit absent minded. He was always at the top of his class and would have a terrible time dragging him away from the chess set. Once graduating from high school, Cherry decided to skip out on University and instead enrolled in the police academy. He is currently working towards becoming a secret agent and is expecting his first child with his high school sweetheart, Acai.61

Strawberry is our eldest son and the heir to the Cobbler legacy.

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At a young age, Apple and I knew that our little boy was different. He could spend hours talking to his stuffed animals and on countless occasions I would have to scold him for wandering over to the neighbor’s yard pretending to be a dog. As he grew, Strawberry’s uniqueness grew as well. He spent hour after hours at the chemistry table we bought Honeycomb for her birthday, attempting to mix a potion that would bring one of his stuffed animals to life.

Sounds crazy, right? Can you imagine our shock when he actually achieved his goal? Yes, although it’s beyond our comprehension, Strawberry successfully turned his childhood toy into a real, teenaged sim.

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In fact, he even turned his brother’s stuffed toy into a real sim as well.

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This occurred a few weeks before Strawberry graduated from high school. So for a few weeks we had four teenage boys in the house.

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I’ve lost count of how many whoopee cushions I ended up sitting on. After Strawberry’s and Pal’s graduation, they enrolled in University.

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However, after one semester Strawberry decided that University was not for him. He decided not to complete his degree. He is currently working towards his dream of becoming a Master Magician.

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Strawberry continues to surprise us; he has been working terribly hard on becoming a top Magician. He leaves the house just after the sun rises and returns home completely exhausted hours later after spending all day performing for tips. He is very concentrated on his work, but he set aside time to marry his high school sweetheart, Clementine.

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They currently have two beautiful little girls; Pumpkin and Honeysuckle.

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Although my family has been through many hardships, we have persevered through everything that my Sim Goddess has thrown at us (a/n: not intentionally, mind you!). I believe it’s safe to say that we are here to stay. Thank you all for sticking around! My family, Sim Goddess, and I truly appreciate it.

 

With love,

Vanilla Cobbler

 

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Whoa, what in the world happened to WordPress? Wow, it’s been three months since I’ve last updated. Wow, whoa, huh. haha. If there’s anyone left here, how have you all been? I’ve missed the sims community so much these past couple of months. I haven’t been really doing anything sims related because I’ve been so busy with school and other real life things. All of these pictures (and the pictures in the upcoming chapters) were taken when Supternatural first came out…yeah, it’s been that long. I’m not offically on Christmas/winter break yet, but I’m pretty much done with all of my finals so I’m hoping to crank out these chapters until I have to go back for my final semester of college evah! As of March I will be the proud owner of a Bachelor’s degree in English and Literature!! So exciting.

Alright, enough of me blah blah blahing. Onto the chapter! 🙂 Before I go, I’m not sure why my pictures are now showing up so small. This is something I will have to figure out when I explore this new format that WordPress gave me.

❤ Gabrielle

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After settling into her new home in Moonlight Falls, Peach started to become familiar with the oddities that inhabited the sleepy town. She found the library to be the best place to find information about eh different kinds of sims surrounding her.
“’During a full moon, supernatural sims because more active’,” Peach read in a particularly dusty, old book, “’Vampires and werewolves stalk the night looking for unsuspecting victims to quench their insimane hunger…’ Vampires and werewolves? What is this, some kind of bad teeny bopper book? Next this book is going to tell me that vampires sparkle in the sunlight instead of burning up.”
At the mention of zombies, she shut the thick book shut with a sharp snap. “I’m outta this crazy place.” She mumbled
While making her way to the front of the library, she noticed a woman waving a glittering stick.
“Excuse me, miss? Mind if I try a spell on you?” the woman asked.
“Excuse me?” Peach inquired irritably.
“There’s no need to worry, you won’t turn into a toad or anything. Well, actually if you do, I’m extremely practiced in untoadification.”
In an uncharacteristic wave of anger, Peach smacked the bumbling woman.

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“You stay away from me!” Peach growled.

Surprisingly, the woman laughed; “Wow, you’ve got an arm on you. Sorry lady, I didn’t realize you were a werewolf…jeesh, the full moon always makes you fur balls nutty.”

Peach stared wide-eyed at the stranger she had just slapped. Was all the information about full moons and supernatural sims getting to her? Desperate to find some sane sims, Peach decided to spend the rest of the day visiting the local hang outs.

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Her final stop of the evening was a lounge where she met a very handsome nam who introduced himself as Argus Brown.

“Peach Sorbet.” She introduced.

“What a beautiful name! Argus exclaimed, “Are you one of those berry sims?”

A blush crept onto her cheeks; “Yes, I am,” she replied, eyes to the floor, “I hope that doesn’t offend you. Must berry sims have difficulty fitting into a new town.”

With a tender hand, he lifter her chin so their eyes met, “There’s no need for any apologies. Any kind of sim is welcome in Moonlight Falls.”

Peach smiled warmly.

“How about a game of rock, paper, scissors?” he asked with a laugh.

“You’re on!”

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(a/n: that last picture of Argus made up my mind; the Sorbet Legacy needed this sim! LOL)

Peach and Argus were inseparable until the lounge closed at 3 am.

“Closing time, already?” Argus remarked when the lights suddenly extinguished and the rest of the patrons were filing out. Peach yawned as the two of them followed everyone out of the lounge.

“I hope you don’t have to get up too early for work.” Argus apologized.

“No worries, I’m a gardener. My plants are my only responsibility.” She answered with a smile.

After exchanging numbers, Argus gave Peach a peck on the cheek before heading towards his home. Before making her way home, Peach put a hand on the cheek that Argus’ lips just brushed against. She smiled and walked home with the light of the full moon guiding her.

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“Braaaiiinnnnssss…”

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“Brrraaaiiiinnnnnsss!!!”

(a/n: Um, Peach? Do you mind stopping brooding about the passage of time? There’s a zombie behind you and I haven’t tested out a zombie attack yet. Please get home!!)

“As every day ends, a sliver of time passes over me. Think about it.”

(a/n: Peach, GO HOME!)

Reluctantly, Peach stood up off the cold ground, brushed off her skirt and continued home.

“It’s odd, sometimes I feel so close to my simgoddess that I can hear her speaking to me.”

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While Peach slept, she dreamt about seeing Argus again. His light eyes, bright smile, and kind nature filled her with hope of a new, happy life. Unbeknownst to Peach, zombies plagued outside her home.

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Thankfully, the zombie wasn’t interested in attacking a sleeping Peach Sorbet. However,

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They were interested in destroying her newly planted garden.

“Mmmm, grrraaaaiiinnnnsss.”

Every morning after a full moon, Peach would arise early in the morning to find more of her garden torn apart.

“I just don’t understand it, Argus. My plants can go a week or so without being touched, but some mornings, like today, I come out ready to harvest and some of them are eaten!” Peach complained over the phone.

“Peach, we really need to talk.” He told her.

A ball of lead dropped in her stomach. Peach and Argus had gotten very close since they had met at the lounge weeks ago. Recently, their relationship progressed to a new level; Argus had asked Peach to be his girlfriend which she had readily accepted. Hearing “we need to talk” from him sent hundreds of scenarios through her mind.

“O—okay, come on over.” She answered softly.

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“Argus, is that you?” Peach asked when she opened her door.

“Yes, can I come in?”

She nodded silently has he stalked in; “There’s something different about you. Have you missed some kind of hair removal appointment?”

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“No, my love, I’m a werewolf.” Argus chuckled.

“A werewolf?”

Normally Peach had laughed off any mention of supernatural sims which was a common topic in Moonlight Falls. Seeing Argus covered in hair with long, sharp claws, and fierce looking fangs left her speechless. She then remembered what the woman in the library had remarked about not knowing Peach was a werewolf. Suddenly overwhelmed, Peach sat down on her couch.

Argus joined her silently.

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“I’ve been meaning to tell you about this, but you’ve just been so resound to believe that no supernatural sims exist. I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“I-I just don’t know what to think. Supernatural sims are real? I mean, you’re obviously a…werewolf, but what about vampires, fairies, and zombies?”

Argus nodded, “They’re all real. Jeff is a vampire.”

“Jeff, your best friend Jeff? The one I met at the party?”

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“Um, yeah.” He coughed, “Also, zombies are eating your plants. It’s odd that zombies are so fixated on plants when there are no sims around.”

Peach shook her head in disbelief, “So that’s what the simgoddess was talking about.” She mumbled.

She felt Argus’ hand on her leg, “Are you okay with all of this?”

Peach looked into his completely different face. His features were so different when he was in his werewolf form, but she could still see her boyfriend within the mass of hair and fangs, “Surprisingly yes. I guess I’ve always known something was different about this town. On my first day here I saw a toddler that had wings coming out of her back!”

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“But I’m ready to come to terms with all of this supernatural stuff now. I won’t run away from it any longer.” She smiled.

“I’m so glad to hear you say that, baby!” Argus exclaimed giving her a kiss. Peach giggled when his hair tickled her face.

“ARRROOOOOOOO!!”

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“Honey, that was a bit loud in my ear.”

“Sorry Peach, I’m just so happy.”

 

 

As the sun crawled slowly across the foggy sky in Moonlight Falls, Peach Sorbet made her way down a deserted dirt road. To her relief, a dozen lamps shone off in the distance; she had made her way from Appalosa Plains to start fresh in Moonlight Falls. Peach paused for a moment, took off her shoe and began to shake out stray pebbled from the road.

“Rotten stones, how’s a girl supposed to find a new home when her feet are being cut by jagged rocks?” she asked no one in particular.

After a few good shakes, Peach put her shoe back on and continued into town. The infamous Midnight Falls fog made the air around her hazy and a bit disorienting, but Peach continued walking. She knew that if she stopped walking she would never start up again. Leaving the familiarity of Appalosa Plains had taken all the energy she could muster up. Life back in the Plains had been good. Peach had married right after high school to a young fisherman; Spearmint Bubble. They shared the dream of owning a perfect garden and they begun immediately making their dream a reality. Early morning planting turned into a full day job once the crops had started growing. Things became even harder once the twins had been born.

Peach bit her bottom lip when she thought about their babies. Gone, they were all gone: Spearmint, Cinnamon, Jellybean…Somehow Peach had been the only survivor of the house fire. The fire that couldn’t be explained, the local papers had called it. No one knew how the fire started. The only certainty was that Peach had lost her family and until recently; her will to live.

Peach shook the memories of her past out of her mind. It was then that she realized she was sitting in a park.

“Moonlight falls,” she whispered to the quiet town, “help me forget the past.”

With a sigh, she heaved herself off the ground to look to buy a house.

When she exited the real estate office, Peach saw a young girl selling goodies in the park Peach had previously vacated. Intrigued, Peach made her way over to the stand.

“Hello Miss, would you like to try a baked good?” the little girl asked excitedly when Peach stood in front of her stand.

“I would, but they all look so yummy.” Peach teased, “What is this one?” she asked pointed to a muffin

“Oho! This is my newest addition, a jellybean muffin.”

A sharp paint twisted in her heart, “Hmm, sounds tempting, but I think I’ll have this.” Peach decided pointing at a piece of vanilla cake.

“Thanks! That’ll be 11 simoleans.” The little girl beamed handing Peach the cake.

Peach smiled and added 20 simoleans into the girl’s money jar.

Peach made her way to a bench to eat her cake.

“You’re in luck,” the real estate agent had told Peach, “I have a house that just opened up last week. It’s small, but a perfect place for a single person household.”

“I’ll take it.” She had said.

The agent had stammered, asking Peach if she had wanted to see the place first. Peach had declined then wrote a check. Peach felt accomplished; she wasn’t going to have to sleep on a park bench until a home opened up. Her sense of pride was slowly coming back. For a small moment, Peach felt her spirits rise, even her newly purchased vanilla cake tasted like heaven.

“Ahahahaaa!” Peach heard across the park.  She set her empty plate on the ground to find out where the mysterious laughter came from. As she adventured through the park, out of the corner of her eye she saw a floating plant. Peach gasped loudly when a ghost hopped out of the flowerpot.

The ghost turned at the sound of her gasp; “Don’t be alarmed, mortal. I’m only here to entertain the shrubbery.”

“What?” Peach asked in confusion.

The ghost laughed; “I’m only joking. I’m a ghost of the Goth family.”

“Nice to meet you,” Peach greeted after an awkward, cold handshake, “my name is Peach Sorbet, I just moved here.”

“Neat, there aren’t many mortals here in Moonlight Falls. You’ll definitely add some color to the neighborhood, no pun intended.” The Goth ghost told her.

“Not many mortals?” Peach repeated.

“Nope, but not to worry, just be careful of the full moon. All the creatures come out when the moon is full.” The ghost warned.

A distant screech interrupted their conversation; “Oh man, someone’s stealing my scares. There is just no respect among the dead. Sorry Peach, I’m being called. Make sure you check out the sights around the neighborhood. You’ll enjoy yourself, trust me. Nice to meet you!” she called floating off in the direction of another ghost.

“Explore the town, huh?”

Peach spent the rest of her first day in Moonlight Falls exploring the secrets the neighborhood had to offer. She found a handful of seeds and mushrooms to start her new garden.

Peach also found solace in investigating the Library of Antiquity which had a hidden room deep within the basement.

It was at the library where Peach began to notice something strange was going on in Moonlight Falls.

While making her way back from the secret room, Peach saw a woman carrying a little girl who had sparkling, pink wings. The sight of the little wings mesmerized her; she had never seen a sim with wings before. A scratching sound distracted her from the winged toddler.

“No! Bad boy, we do not scratch the furniture.” Peach heard a woman scold. She watched as another toddler destroy a wooden desk with his…claws?

What is going on with this town? She thought as she headed outdoors.

Peach Sorbet had no idea what kind of town she moved into.

All I can say is; SUPERNATURAL!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 I’ve been playing so much since I bought the expansion on Tuesday. This is definitely my favorite expansion so far. What better way to explore the Supernatural than to start the Sorbet’s over? I couldn’t get Peach the exact way I made her previously, but I definitely like this version as well. Hope you all did as well!

Thanks for reading and happy simming!

Mirrors can be windows to the soul. A sheet of glass can show you who are or what you want to see. Apple leaned closer to the simple mirror to inspect his reflection once more. A long red finger dipped into an indentation of a newly formed wrinkle at the left side of his mouth. His eyes widened showing off the wrinkles on his forehead and stretching out the crow’s feet framing his eyes.

“I’m old!” he gasped.

Vanilla strolled into the bathroom with Honeycomb on her hip. Apple watched her through the mirror still in shock at his revelation.

“Good morning, muffin.” She greeted grabbing a wash rag from the linen closet.

“Good? How can mornings be good when my face is sagging over my eyes?”

Vanilla looked at him incredulously; “What in the world are you talking about/”

Apple turned away from the mirror, moved his face inches from hers and pointed to the winkle on his face, “This is what I’m talking about. This-this wrinkle! Oh man, a wrinkle. Vanilla I’m old! I’m an old man with three kids,” he gazed to the ceiling, “Oh Watcher, what have I done wrong?”

Vanilla took a good look at her husband she had been married to for almost twenty years. He was healthy, he was fit, he was a solid provider and an excellent father; what did he see that was so catastrophic?

“Apple, stop this right now. You are not an old man. You are the father of three children who adore you more than anything in the entire world. We all get older, wrinkles are lift. In fact,” she reached out to turn his head slightly, “that single wrinkle that has gotten you so upset, makes you look distinguished; pretty hot for an old man.”

Apple looked at Vanilla with wide eyes as she gave him a quick kiss; “That’s supposed to make me feel better about getting older? Our oldest is a teenager and our youngest is about to start school. Oh, and my wrinkles make me look distinguished? I got news for you sister, if I’m an old man, you’re becoming an old woman. I’ll see you in the prune juice section.” He stormed out of the bathroom in a huff.

Vanilla looked at Honeycomb in disbelief. Over the next few months, Apple had tried endlessly to feel younger. He began to expand his athletic knowledge by taking up martial arts.

He also embarked on using an old telescope. Although he didn’t discover any new objects, Apple found that peeping on the neighbors to be much more fascinating…

…and sometimes frightening.

Before coming to term with his middle age, Apple even tried to join some online social medias; such as Simbook.

“Ugh!”

“Everything okay, babe?” Vanilla asked after hearing her husband face-plant the keyboard.

“That’s it; I’m over this entire internet. I joined Simbook while ago, I have about 100 friends and all I get are invites to something called “LlamaVille”, what is that? I’m done; even my own kids won’t accept my friend requests.”

Vanilla walked over to Apple to wrap her arms around his shoulders in reassurance. Apple began to type furiously.

“I have come to realize that middle age is a good thing,” he read as he typed, “Please do not send me anymore LlamaVille requests or I’ll knock you over the head with my cane.” He sat back in his chair, triumphant. Apple reread his status; something was still missing, “Hey ‘Nilla, how do the kids type the smiley faces?”

Vanilla laughed as she snuggled into his neck; “I haven’t the faintest idea.”

“Eww, why are you guys so gross?” Cherry groaned walking in on his parents kissing.

Apple and Vanilla giggled as Cherry sat down to turn on the television.

“Cherry, how do make the smiley faces on the computer?”

Without turning away from the television screen Cherry replied; “Sorry dad, Strawberry told me I wasn’t allowed to tell you how to do things on the computer.”

“I thought your mother and I told you not to listen to your brother?” Apple responded quirking a rusty red eyebrow.

Cherry turned around to face his father; “Dad, how come Strawberry and Honeycomb got those dolls in the mail and I didn’t?”

Apple looked to his wife for help, but Vanilla stubbornly kept her eyes on the television; “I-I don’t know, kiddo.”

“Oh, okay.” Cherry slumped back down onto the couch, crestfallen.

Vanilla turned to look at Apple then to her sullen son. She was secretly overjoyed that Cherry hadn’t received one of those odd dolls in the mail, but she couldn’t stand for one of her children to be so upset.

“Cherry, please don’t feel upset. You know how your father and I feel about those dolls…”

“I know mom,” he interrupted, “its okay. Hey dad, do you want to play catch?”

“Sure thing, Cherry.”

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Finally, a semi-regular update! This is a bit shorter than usual; bare with me, I need to get back into writing these things. I’m stuck in writing essay mode :p.  I’m finally on my two week break and not having to worry about schoolwork for a short period of time is complete bliss. I’m planning on getting a decent amount of chapters out before my break is done (which, coincidently, ends the day Supernatural comes out).

Speaking of Supernatural, I plan on starting the Sorbet family in the new town. (I lost their save files when my laptop died back in January). I’m super escatic for Supernatural especially since I saw that EA is bringing back Bonehilda! Remember her from the Sims 1? 🙂

Thanks for reading and happy simming 🙂

Vanilla gazed around their tiny kitchen table; her plate of food practically untouched. First she looked at her husband. Apple was munching greedily on leftover peanut butter and jelly. A few stranded crumbs clung to the scruff on his chin. She resisted the urge to wipe them away. Vanilla then turned her gaze to Strawberry. He was chewing on a piece of an anchovy sushi roll which had taken her almost half an hour to persuade him to try. She saw a piece of his red hair resting on his forehead; again she resisted the urge to comb it away. She sighed happily; she loved her little expanding family.

Little Cherry had joined the family late one night almost two years ago. Vanilla leaned in her chair to get a better look at Cherry, who was playing with his blocks on the soft blue rug in the living room. She giggled softly when he tried to put the circle block into the square shaped hole. Confusion shadowed his tiny face as he tried again. She noticed that although Cherry had Apple’s coloring, his face was hers. She recognized her own stubbornness as Cherry continued to try to put the circle into the square hole once more. Vanilla saw Apple’s attention divert in mid bite when Cherry let out a frustrated cry. His shoulders lowered as the tension was relieved knowing that Cherry wasn’t in danger. He met Vanilla’s steely gaze and smiled. She smiled back. Yes, her family was perfect; yet she wanted another child.

“After lunch can Puzzle and I play make-believe with Cherry?” Strawberry’s voice came through Vanilla’s thoughts.

“Mm?”

“Sure, Straw. Make sure you clean up your plate first.” Apple chimed in.

Vanilla watched Strawberry as he popped his last sushi roll into his mouth, cleared his plate, and then ran into his bedroom. Apple nudged her with his elbow.

“What’s up Nilla? You’ve been staring into space all afternoon.”

“I was just looking at each of my boys and I’ve noticed that you are the messiest of the three.” She smiled wiping the stray crumbs that were still stuck in his scruff.

Apple laughed; “Yeah, and what else? I could see the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours.”

“I want another baby.” She blurted.

Apple stared at her, quietly. He cleared his throat and answered; “There’s a baby on the living room floor.”

Vanilla smacked his shoulder with a smile; “That’s not what I meant, doofus.”

“Doofus,” he questioned incredulously, “I haven’t been called a doofus since grade school.”

“Apple, I’m serious. I love Strawberry and Cherry with all of my heart. I want another little one to give my love to.”

Apple searched his wife’s pale face.

“Come on, baby. Whaddya say? Besides, making a baby is always the best part.” She said with a nudge of his elbow.

Apple chuckled; “Can’t say I’m not found of that. Alright, we can have another baby.”

Vanilla let out a squeal of delight.

“Hey, maybe we can have a little Vanilla this time around.” Apple suggested helping Vanilla clean up the leftovers of lunch.

“I would love that, but I can’t control the baby’s gender. That’s all on you, big guy.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“Wait, do I have to do something different? Like upside down?” he asked.

Vanilla burst out laughing; “I’m really tempted to tell you to go upside down. I would love to see you work that out, but no, you don’t have to do anything different.”

“Make way for King Strawberry and Prince Cherry!” they heard from the living room.

“Thankfully Strawberry is perfect with toddlers, right? He’s been very helpful since Cherry was born.” Apple remarked watching Strawberry parade his younger brother around the sofa.

Vanilla nodded in agreement, but she was too intent on imagining what their future children were going to look like.

“Um, Mom? I think Prince Cherry needs a new diaper.”

“Stinky!” Cherry laughed.

Vanilla’s third pregnancy turned out to be trickier than her last two. Jugging household chores, an active child,

“I got this badge for making a llama trip. Dad have you ever seen a llama?”

“No, son, I don’t believe I have.”

And a growing child completely exhausted her. Every spare second of downtime, she would gingerly plop herself down on the sofa and switch on the television. The droning sound of whatever was on at the time, helped Vanilla clear her mind for just a few minutes. Apple, who was still working hard at the military base, helped as much as he could. Like Vanilla, he spent most of his time outside of work taking care of the boys.

“Hey Strawberry?” Cherry asked as the brothers studied together.

“Yeah?”

“Are we still going to hang out once you go to high school?”

“Of course we are! I’m going to a new school not a new planet.” Strawberry assured his little brother. Cherry had just started attending elementary school. As a natural loner, he had tended to gravitate more towards his older brother than the children in his class.

“What am I supposed to do when you’re gone?” Cherry sulked.

“Make new friends. There’s a whole bunch of cool kids in your class.”

“They don’t like me.”

“How do you know? Have you ever talked to them at all? Come on, Cherry. You’re going to make loads of friends without me being there, trust me.” Strawberry persuaded.

“Fine,” Cherry grumbled slapping his notebook shut. A soft tinkling song drifted through the open kitchen window, “ice cream!” he exclaimed.

“Come on Honeycomb, Daddy has to go to work now.” Apple said carrying their daughter into the living where Vanilla and Strawberry were pillow fighting.

“Dad, don’t forget to come to my scout meeting tonight. It’s my last one!” Strawberry exclaimed before getting walloped on the head.

“Don’t worry, kiddo, we’ll all be there.” Apple replied setting Honeycomb down with a kiss on the forehead.

“Alright Straw, you better get ready for school. The bus will be here any minute. Will you make sure your brother is ready while I get your sister’s bottle ready?” Vanilla asked putting the pillows back on the couch.

“Sure Mom,” he answered darting towards Cherry’s room.

“See you later, babe.” Apple said giving Vanilla a kiss.

“Good bye, we’ll meet you at the school.” She replied grabbing a bottle out of the fridge.

A clamor of footsteps trampled out the front door when the school bus gave a beep. Vanilla called a good bye to her dashing boys. As she continued to prep Honeycomb’s bottle, she heard her daughter singing softly. Although Vanilla loved to hear her children playing, a frown pulled at her face.

Another mysterious doll appeared in their mailbox the day after Honeycomb was born. The package mimicked the parcel that arrived after Strawberry was born; no name of the sender, addressed to a newborn, and contained a doll only slightly different from Strawberry’s. Apple and Vanilla couldn’t understand why these dolls would arrive for two of their children. When they had tried to research these mysterious events, they couldn’t find any information about the strange dolls. She sighed with a shake of her head and continued to prepare the bottle.

Later that evening, the Cobblers headed to the elementary school to watch Strawberry ‘graduate’ from the boy scouts. While sitting in the auditorium watching the little scouts receive their certificates, Vanilla’s eyes started tearing. She was having difficulties comprehending that her little Strawberry was growing up. Apple noticed her sentimental tears and put his hand lovingly over hers.

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Cherry snuck up the spiral staircase to his brother’s room. The door creaked slightly has he opened it slowly. He winced at the slight sound hoping that his brother wouldn’t wake up. An uninterrupted snore told him that Strawberry was still fast asleep. Cherry grabbed a discarded pillow from the floor and smacked his brother in the head.

“Wake up, bro! Breakfast is ready!”

Strawberry snorted in shock at the unpredicted attack; “Wha-?”

“Mom made waffles!” Cherry laughed with another blow to Strawberry’s face.

“You’re going down!”

*crickets chirping* Hi everyone! *tumble wheat passes* Oh boy, yeah it’s been almost a month since my last post. Same ol’ excuse different day, right? I’m going to try my hardest to update more regularly since everything is pretty much settled from the move. I hope you all are doing well, I’ve missed reading legacies and talking to you all :).

Thanks for reading and happy simming!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vanilla crept into the shaded nursery. The morning sun peeked through the zoo-themed curtains. Strawberry was still fast asleep. His little tummy rose and fell with each sleeping breath. She smiled as she stroked his red hair softly; this was the first morning since he was born that Strawberry had not woken up at the crack of dawn. Vanilla tiptoed out of the room to let her son enjoy a few more moments in Dreamland. While heading to the kitchen to start breakfast, she noticed the red flag on the mailbox was up. She raised a slender gray eyebrow, it was only 7:30, the mailman never came this early. Unable to control her curiosity, Vanilla walked outside to peer into the mailbox.

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A white box trimmed with ribbon sat inside. Perplexed, Vanilla took the box out; a gold tag hanging from the middle of the ribbon flapped in the makeshift breeze. She turned it in her hand to see the name of the receiver; Strawberry Cobbler. Vanilla started at the tag in wonder; who would be sending Strawberry a gift? Melvin had already gotten Strawberry some toddler books for his birthday.

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Turning the package around her hands, Vanilla walked back into the house.

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“Come on, champ. One more step for Daddy.”

With a little grunt of effort, Strawberry took one final step before falling into Apple.

“That’s my boy! Nilla, you just missed Strawberry walk almost across the room!” Apple exclaimed tossing Strawberry in the air.

The mysterious package was forgotten for a moment as Vanilla watched her husband and son giggle ecstatically; “Way to go, baby!”

“Hey, what’s that?” Apple asked once he noticed the parcel in Vanilla’s hand.

She looked at the box again, “It’s a package for Strawberry.”

Apple took the package from his wife’s hands. Like her, he turned the box around in his hands; “I guess there’s only one way to find out what’s inside.”

Vanilla held Strawberry close to her chest as Apple tore open the package. Inside of the box sat a strange looking doll. Strawberry took one look at the doll and outstretched his tiny hands.

“Mine!”

Vanilla put down a squirming Strawberry as Apple carefully handed the doll over to his son. The two adults watched in puzzlement as their child hugged the strange little doll as though it had been a long lost toy.

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“Are you positive Melvin didn’t send this?” Apple asked looking at the tag once more.

“Yes, he was here the other day for about four hours. He mentioned nothing about a doll, only the picture books.” Vanilla answered.

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The dolls continued to cause confusion as the years passed. As Strawberry grew, Vanilla and Apple would see less and less of the doll whom Strawberry had named Puzzle.

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“Mom, he told me his name was Puzzle.”

Although the actual doll was becoming less visible, Strawberry’s companionship with it did not wane.

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While on maternity leave with their second child, Vanilla walked in on Strawberry watching television by himself. She smiled as he laughed at the cartoon he was engrossed in. Her smile faded when he began to hold a conversation with himself.

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“No thanks, I’m not hungry.”

“Of course you can get a snack, Mom won’t mind.

“Haha! That’s a good one, Puzzle.”

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Vanilla was unnerved by the constant appearance of Puzzle. She slipped silently out of the kitchen to the bedroom where Apple was changing out of his uniform.

“He’s talking to Puzzle again.” She said.

Apple grunted without gazing up; “He’s always talking to Puzzle. Strawberry’s entire world revolves around Puzzle.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Of course it bothers me, but he’s just a kid with an imaginary friend. Loads of kids have imaginary friends.”

Vanilla felt a tiny kick against her rib cage. Absentmindedly she stroked her round belly. Her thoughts, though, were glued to Strawberry’s well being.

“I think you should talk to him.” She decided.

Apple turned to her; “Talk to him? About what? What the hell do you want me to say? ‘Hey son, why don’t you stop talking about Puzzles because you’re starting to freak your mom and me out?’”

Vanilla closed her eyes for a moment. She tried her best to ignore Apple’s retort. He was just as concered as she was; she knew that. Apple ran a hand through his already tousled hair in desperation; “I’m sorry, Nilla. I didn’t mean that. I’ll go talk to him.” He apologized with a kiss on her cheek.

She watched Apple leave the bedroom in silence. Different scenarios of how Apple’s talk ran through her mind. She pressed her ear against the wooden door to see if she could hear anything; nothing. With a sigh, Vanilla sat on the bed waiting for her husband’s return. Her heart skipped a beat when the bedroom door opened.

“How did it go?” she asked anxiously.

“Fine.” Apple answered taking her hands in his.

She looked down at their connected hands; “No offence, honey, but this doesn’t seem reassuring at all.”

He smiled; “I know, but Strawberry is perfectly fine.”

“How? I want to know everything.”

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“He was doing his homework when I went in. I simply asked him if Puzzle had ever told him to do bad things.”

“You asked him that?” asked a wide-eyed Vanilla.

“Yeah, he actually got pretty scared at that. Strawberry assured me that Puzzle would never do anything bad.”

She left out a sigh of relief; hopefully Strawberry would grow out of his fascination with his imaginary friend.

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Yikes, it’s been a few weeks since I last posted. I’m working on getting back into the groove of posting regularly again. Hope you all are doing well! Thanks for sticking around guys!

The clock on the army green wall seemed to tick so slowly. Apple continue to stare at it; all the occupied his mind was Vanilla’s doctor’s appointment. He was half sick to his stomach; could she have gotten sick from leaving her hometown? What it Grayvilians weren’t supposed to leave? Did the minute hand just move backwards?

“Look alive Cobbler, the Sarge is coming down for a locker check before heading into a meeting.” One of Apple’s coworkers said sitting on the bench next to him.

“Is he in a good mood today?” Apple asked.

“No, some of the new recruits got caught sneaking in some nudie magazines this morning. Sargent Prude practically flipped his lid. I think the poor saps are still cleaning the latrines.”

Apple sighed; he was hoping that his boss was in a decent mood before asking to leave early. He stared at the clock once more; he needed to make it through the next four hours. Each hour passed painfully flow, especially after Apple’s superior inspected each and every locker. With Vanilla’s appointment weighing heavily on his mind, he had carelessly forgotten to refold his extra pair of fatigues. As a result Apple was spending the rest of his shift running laps around the groups. Needless to say, he was exhausted by the time he returned home. Vanilla was waiting for him outside as his carpool dropped him off.

“Vanilla, please tell me you have good news! I haven’t endangered your life by brining you here?”

“Everything is fine, Apple. I do have some big news for you though.” She smiled.

“News?”

She nodded; “We’re going to have a baby.”

Apple’s eyes widened while his mouth dropped open in shock; “Are you serious? ‘Nilla this is fantastic!” he exclaimed hugging and kissing her.

 

He immediately leaned down to Vanilla’s growing belly; “Hello little one, this is Daddy.”

Vanilla laughed as she protruded her belly a little more to bring the tiny soul growing inside her to Apple’s ear.

“This baby is going to have a great childhood,” Apple began as they went inside; “No he’ll have the greatest; the best of everything!”

“He?”

Apple look at her; “Oh, well I mean he or she.”

Vanilla shook her head with a smile as she listened to her husband’s excited chatter.

“We have more than enough of money for a crib. We may even have enough to build a nursery.” He went on. His blood red eyes gleamed at the idea of the near future.

“Hold on a minute, honey. Let’s just calm down a bit, we have plenty of time to get ready for this baby.”

“What if it’s twins or—or triplets!” Apple exclaimed.

“Okay, okay, okay. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. We’re going to take this one day at a time.” Vanilla insisted happily.

As the months passed, Vanilla’s belly grew as each day ended. When she wasn’t at work, Melvin insisted that she spend her days relaxing, she was in the garden.

Her garden was growing almost as fast as her belly.

When she wasn’t in the garden or at the inventing table, she was in front of the ice cream truck.

“More cravings, eh Mrs. Cobbler?” the driver, Blue, chuckled.

“No time for pleasantries, Blue. I’ll take one of those pink sprinkly cones.” Vanilla smiled.

After paying Blue, Vanilla gazed at the swirling pink ice cream cone topped with multi colored sprinkles.

“You, my frozen friend, look decadent.”

“Mmm, sprinkles.”

It wasn’t long after the nursery had been completed that Vanilla started to feel the sharp pangs of labor.

Thankfully Apple had been home from work. Despite being completely ecstatic about finally giving birth to their first child, Vanilla was scared. She was scared at the actual birthing procedure. She knew that it was going to be a painful experience, but she was more worried about the baby’s safety. Studying the huge pile of baby books they had acquired mentally prepared her for what would be going on with her body during birth, but what about the baby?

Vanilla let Apple lead her to the car, she was almost in a trance; lost within her paranoid thoughts. It seemed like they arrived at the hospital in a blink. Suddenly, they were standing outside the large glass doors.

“Ready?” Apple asked softly. Vanilla had his hand in a solid death grip. He was clutching their hospital suitcase just as tight.

A wave of pain clouded Vanilla’s gray eyes. This baby was coming whether she was ready or not.

“I’m ready. Let’s go have a baby.”

A surprisingly short time later, Vanilla and Apple welcomed a bouncing baby boy into their small family.

“Welcome home, Strawberry.”

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Strawberry is back! ❤ His looks are completely different from my first attempt. In fact, he originally had black hair 0_0. I have no idea where the black hair and purple eye combo came from. He’ll be up in the Cobbler downloads evenually. 🙂

Thanks for reading and happy simming! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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