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


Honeycomb and Carrot married shortly after their college graduation.


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


Our third child was a boy we named Cherry.


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.


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.


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


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.


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.


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



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.


“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.”


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.


“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.”



“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.


“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.


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.


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.



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


“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.


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.


“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.






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.


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

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


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.


“No thanks, I’m not hungry.”

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

“Haha! That’s a good one, Puzzle.”



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.”


“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.


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.


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!”


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.”


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! 🙂











It was the first night that Peach did not sleep alone. Before she finally fell asleep, Peach gazed around her bedroom and relished at her new family. She woke up next to an empty space beside her.

“Spearmint?” she called drowsily.

The sounds of pans being moved in the kitchen was her answer. Peach swung her legs to the floor, her feet falling into her plush dog slippers. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she headed to the kitchen to see what her new husband was up to. She was greeted to quite a sight.

She smiled, she could definitely get used to being greeted to a pleasant view each morning. She stood in the hallway for a moment watching Spearmint put the waffle batter into a pan.

“Breakfast smells yummy.” Peach smiled wrapping her arms around Spearmint’s stomach.

He jumped a bit when he heard Peach’s voice appearing out of nowhere. He put one hand over hers.

“They’ll be done soon, country bumpkin.”


Ding! The buzzer on the oven interrupted the tender moment between the newlyweds. Peach, who had rested her head against Spearmint’s warm shoulder, slowly open her eyes.

“I think the waffles are done.”

“What? Oh yeah, the waffles,” he smiled bending down to pull breakfast out of the oven.

“After breakfast I want to get some running done. You want to train with me?” Spearmint asked squeezing maple syrup on his waffles.

“No thanks,” she laughed; “ ‘Sides, I have some gardening to do. I can’t wait to see what the seed I found at the orchard grow to be.”

Once the dishes were clean and the leftovers were placed in the fridge, the Sorbets headed out in the great outdoors to garden and workout.

Peach’s garden was coming along nicely. The seeds she had found the night they were married added a few new rows to her garden. *

*a/n: You may notice a little caveman gnome by the garden. Peach found this little guy, whom EA named Jonathan, at one of the public lots in Legacy Island. He’s always hanging out at the garden. 🙂

As time passed, the females in the household were starting to feel under the weather. One morning while Spearmint was out working, Peach suffered from a wave of nausea that took her by surprise.

“Mmmph.” She smacked a hand to her mouth to block the bile. Feeling the come on of more bile she ran to the bathroom just in time before losing her meal completely.

“Oh man, that was gross.” Peach mumbled wiping a hand across her mouth.

“Honey, I’m home!” she heard Spearmint proclaim.

Had Peach not just tossed her cookies, Spearmint’s same greeting would have caused her to giggle because the greeting had always reminded her of the small town families that she’d seen on the television so many years ago. She tossed back a cap of mouthwash before going into the living room to greet her overly happy husband.

“Spearmint, I think I’m pregnant.”

His mint green eyes widened in shock; “Really?” he whispered.

“I can’t be certain, but my Momma used to say that when your tummy doesn’t feel right and you barf up everythin’ you eat…you might be pregnant. If you’d been with a fella, granted.” She shrugged.

He rushed over to Peach to put his hands on her shoulders; “Baby, that’s fantastic. Us parents?” he laughed; “Who’d-a-thought?” Peach smiled at his loving mock of her country accent.

It wasn’t long until Peach started to show. Being pregnant opened up a whole new range of emotions and sensations for her. She marveled at the changes she felt her body go through. A small shift here, a slightly stronger kick there, became movements that no longer startled her. Despite the joy of carrying a tiny life within her, Peach was not exempt from the darker side of pregnancy.

Her hormones were completely out-of-whack. Even the warmest shower left her in chills, but not five minutes later she felt scorched as though she was inches away from the sun.

Back pains had also taken a permanent stay in her pregnant experience. These sharp pains make almost everything completely uncomfortable. Spearmint tried his best to keep the pains at bay with countless messages, but nothing worked.

“Oh Mr. Lizard I’m ready for this baby to come into the world already, but I’ve still got a ways to go.” Peach sighed running her finger down the lizard’s scaled back.

“Pumpkin?” Spearmint called; “Do you want to get some fresh air and come fishing with me?” he asked.

“Sure.” She replied putting the lizard back into its cage.

“How are you doing over there, Peach?” Spearmint inquired reeling his line slowly back in.

“You should see the pretty butterfly I just caught.” He heard her answer.

“Its wings are the most gorgeous shade of green. Almost the same color as your eyes, but not as minty.” Peach described putting her hand out so the butterfly could return to the sky.

“My eyes are minty, huh?”

She yawned and nodded; “Yep, minty green. No wonder your Momma named you Spearmint.” She smiled.

“You’re a nut, my country bumpkin.”

When she didn’t answer, Spearmint looked back. He smiled warmly when he saw that Peach had fallen asleep on a bench; “Sleep tight, princess.”

After catching a few fishes to sell at the local market, Spearmint woke up Peach with a light shake to take her home. It wasn’t long after when Peach began to feel the sharp pains of labor.

“Oof, Spear. The baby’s coming. It must not like mac and cheese!” she gasped.

In classic new father style, Spearmint put his hands on his head and proceeded to freak out; “Oh man, oh man, oh man. What should I do?!”

“Hospital…please!” Peach winced.

Peach and Spearmint came home with two new babies to add to the growing family. A boy, who was named Jellybean, inherited his mother’s skin color and father’s hair color

And a girl who was named Cinnamon. Cinnamon was completely opposite in looks than her twin, she shared her father’s skin tone with her mother’s hair color.

A few days after the twins were born; Peach noticed that Sprinkles seemed to be in pain.

“What is it, girl?” she asked anxiously kneeling down next to her pet.

Sprinkles continued to yowl.

“Spearmint, get in here, quick! Sprinkles just had kittens!”

Spearmint dashed at the news; “Two kittens! I had no idea she was expecting.” He revealed picking up one of the newborn kittens.

“I had no clue either. Sorry girl, I just thought you were getting fat.”


A new update posted within a week? What is this? 😉 Lol, yes I’m really getting into this DITFT challenge. My only complaint is the trouble I’m having with my game. I really love Pets, but I believe it’s broken my game. It seems as though I can’t play the new town without it crashing to the desktop. :/ It’s so annoying; it’s even more annoying that I’m going to have to move the Sorbets into another town…again. No worries, though.

Thanks for reading and happy Simming! ❤


Jonathan the cave gnome: “Oh dear lettuce plant! How you tempt me with your leafy green goodness for you know I can not supp upon your crispy being!”

“Can I hold him?” Meringue asked peering over the blue crib eagerly.

“Sure. Be careful, mind his head.” Buttercream answered with a smile.

I watched as my teenaged daughter lifted up her youngest brother with the gentleness of a young mother. My heart swelled with pride as Meringue cooed to the newest member of our family.

“Hi little Apple Crisp, I’m your big sister Meringue. I have a twin, her name is Key Lime, you’ll meet her later. You have another sister, she’s the troublemaker. You also have a big brother, his name is Sunflower. He’s going to be happy that you’re not a girl!”

Buttercream and I laughed; “Five kids. Can you believe we have five kids?” Buttercream sighed.

“Well, if you’re having second thoughts we can always take Meringue back.” I teased.

“Hey! I’m still standing here!”

Little Apple Crisp gurgled happily in his crib after Meringue and Buttercream left the nursery. I gazed down at my youngest son with a wide grin spread across my face. He was beautiful. He shared the same color skin as his namesake and myself. I love all of my kids, but I felt a strong connection with Apple Crisp.

“You know what, little guy? Your grandfather would be very proud of you.” I said tickling his small belly.

I stayed with Apple Crisp until I saw he was fast asleep. Before leaving the nursery, I flipped on the baby monitor and quietly went to join the rest of my growing family; “Sleep tight, son.”

“You’re not the only boy in the family anymore, Sun!” I heard Meringue say. I peeked into Sunflower’s room to see him making incoherent baby blabber in answer to his bigger sister’s question. I slid by the door without either noticing me. I didn’t want to interrupt their bonding time, in fact I wish I had a camera to snap a photo of the two of them.

“Hey Dad, I’m going fishing, you want to come?” Key Lime asked.

“You got it.”

We walked across the street, fishing poles in hand. We casted out into the deep blue lake together. We were silent for a few moments, my mind wondered as I gazed at the red and white bobber. Mom used to fish here. i remember Mom and Dad used to joke about how Dad used to bring a book to read while Mom would fish. I wish they could have been here to see the kids grow up.

“Penny for your thoughts Dad?” Key Lime’s voice cut through my mind.

“Huh? Oh, I was just thinking about your grandparents.” I answered.

“I miss Grandpa. I wish I could remember Grandma, though. I feel bad that I can’t.” she said reeling in her line a little.

“Oh, pumpkin. You were jus a toddler when she passed. I told her.

“They’re together now.” Key Lime said softly as though not to interrupt Mom and Dad’s eternal slumber.

Another wave of silence passed between us. I looked over at my daughter, she was concentrating on the bobber in the middle of the lake. I then noticed that she had dirt on her pants.

“At the dump again?” I asked casually.

“Yeah.” she giggled shyly.

“Why the sudden interest in piles of trash?” I teased bumper her with my elbow. I actually was curious though.

“One man’s trash is another man’s potpourri.” she quoted reeling in a nice looking trout.

“So you’re making potpourri? Out of trash?”

“No, Dad!” she laughed; “Grandpa taught me that saying. I search through the piles to find scraps for my inventions.

“Inventions, huh?”

“Yeah, did ou know that Grandpa actually dabbled into inventing?” Key Lime asked eagerly.

“Yeah,” I laughed, “I remember when he set his butt on fire when I had our Mom over one time.”

We both had a good laugh at that memory.

“Dad! Key Lime! Dinner’s ready!” we heard Lemoncreme shout.

I gave Key Lime a kiss on the head before grabbing our catches.

“I’ve been thinking,” Key Lime started to say as we crossed the street.


“I want to be in the science career, like Grandma was. I want Sunset Valley to know that the Cobblers are intelligent members of society. Even though Lemoncreme is easily swayed by noodle-headed boys with bad haircuts.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.”

“Dad!” she giggled.

Little Apple Crisp and Sunflower’s birthday fell on the same day. We had a tiny family party on the sunny Saturday afternoon. Lemoncreme had been on the phone all morning with that Punch boy so we couldn’t use the phone to invite anyone. Buttercream and I were slowly loosening our eldest daughter’s punishment. I had wanted to forbid her from seeing that boy, but Buttercream had convinced me not to do so.

“If you forbid her to see him she will not only resent ou, but she will find ways to see him.” Buttercream had told me.

Thankfully the other two girls had not caused as much trouble as their older sister.

Apple Crisp was turning out to be quite an interesting child. He had Mom’s eyes with the same brown hair as Raspberry. Razz would definitely be happy to hear that he wasn’t the only one in the family to have brown hair.

Sunflower, on the other hand looked a lot like his mother.

His brown eyes are still a puzzlement to us.

“Look at you, twirp! All grown up!” Key Lime teased.

“I’ll take you on, sis! To the video games!” Sunflower shouted.

“You’re going down little man!”

“No way!”

Buttercream gave me a hug from behind, kissed me between the shoulder blades; “I must get ready for work. You’ll be okay with the kids, right?”

“Of course, I’ll be able to handle these little monsters.” I smirked.

Buttercream laughed. there were little lines around her eyes that seemed to have appeared overnight. I knew for a fact that my sweet Butt disliked the fact that her face was showing her age. I, on the other hand, loved the laugh lines and tiny crow’s-feet that lined her face; “Little monsters.” she teased quietly.

“Oh hello little one! Would you like to help Mommy get ready for work?” Buttercream cooed when she noticed Apple Crisp crawling towards her.

I hovered in the doorway for a moment. I could hear Key Lime and Sunflower hooting over whomever had won their match. I could hear music being played from upstairs where Lemoncreme and Meringue were flipping through magazines.

I basked in the glory of having a normal family moment. No one was fighting or arguing or slamming doors. Everyone was getting along. I sighed as I slumped against the side of the doorway. I had finally made a thorough decision about who was going to carry on the legacy.

“Key Lime?” I called after Buttercream left for work and Apple Crisp was in bed for a nap. I didn’t hear an answer.

“Key Lime?” I called again.

“In the *slurp* kitchen!” I heard.

What in the world was that girl doing, now? I thought .

“Ugh, Key Lime! There are plates of food in the fridge!” I exclaimed when I saw her licking clean a discarded plate that had been left on the table.

“Why dirty another dish?” she shrugged.

I shook my head in disbelief. I sat down at the table and patted the empty chair next to me, indicating for her to take a seat beside me.

“What’s up?” she asked wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I’ve been deciding on who I want to carry on the legacy. You know about the legacy right?”

She nodded.

“Okay,” I continued, “I’ve finally reached a decision. Key Lime, I want you to continue the legacy.”

I watched her red eyes grow wide in, what I hoped to be, shock.

“Really? Wow, I thought for sure that you were going to choose Sunflower or Apple Crisp.” she finally explained.

“I know that you’re going to be very successful. I want you to fulfill your dream Key Lime. Let Sunset Valley know that the Cobblers are here to stay!”

It’s good to be back! I hope you all enjoyed this long-past-due update! Once again, I want to apologize for the lack of updates lately. This past semester was brutal! Thank goodness that it’s over whoo! I plan on simming and cranking out as many chapters as I can before the next semester starts 🙂 I hope everyone is enjoying this holiday season! See you soon!

Oh before I go, is anyone noticing this particular problem in their game? The game clock stops. The game continues, but the time as stopped. I usually have to save the game, go to the main menu and start over again. I thought that maybe it had something to do with the two mods that I had downloaded, but when I removed them, it still happened. Anyone else dealing with this problem?

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