The Cobbler Rainbowcy/ Sorbet DITFT

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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

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.


“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.




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!”




(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.





(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.”


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.


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


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.


“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?”


“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.


“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?”


“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!”

Argus smiled lovingly


“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.



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

“Sorry Peach, I’m just so happy.”




“That’s one small step for Jellybean and one giant leap for Simkind.”

“Houston, I’ve successfully landed on the strange planet.” Jellybean said into the plastic headset. He put both hands on his hips while gazing around his “new” environment. Off in the distance he saw Cinnamon brushing Coco.

“You’re a good girl, Coco. Now you’re all pretty.” Cinnamon cooed.

“Houston, there is no sign of intelligent life anywhere.” Jellybean said once again into his headset.

“Knock it off, Jellybean or I’ll tell Mom and Dad.”

Despite of his sister’s threat, Jellybean laughed: “Tattle tail!” he exclaimed, “Where are Mom and Dad anyway?” he inquired. Normally as soon as Cinnamon’s complaints filled the room their parents would be swift in giving lectures about getting along.

“Last time I saw them they were out in the garden.”

Jellybean scrambled to the window overlooking the garden. He rested his chin on his folded hands on the window sill. He ignored the splintering flakes from the old window that pricked his arms through the astronaut costume. Cinnamon came up behind him and together they watched Peach and Spearmint harvest crops.

“Do you think Mom will let us help garden now that we’re older?” Jellybean asked his twin.

“I hope so, it looks so much fun.” Cinnamon answered watching as Spearmint handed Peach a handful of red, ripe tomatoes. The Sorbet twins inherited the love of nature that both of their parents shared. Each day that Peach spent time in her garden, the twins would be hovering close asking her countless questions about what she was doing.

“Where do the plants come from?”

“Can we play in the dirt too?”

“Why aren’t the potatoes pink?”

Although Peach was proud that her children were taking an interest into replenishing the Earth, their rapidly fired questions would sometimes become overwhelming.

“One at a time, one at a time, youngins.” Peach would always interject.

Today was no different. After watching their parents silently tend the luscious plants, the twins ran outside to begin a slightly new interrogation process.

“Can we help?” Cinnamon asked.

Spearmint, who had just finished pulling a particularly rough weed from a tomato plant, glanced over at Peach; “How about it, Mama? Do you think the kids are ready to help?”

Peach regarded her children with a mischievous twinkle in her eye; “Well, two extra pairs of hands is very tempting.” She mused, “Oh what the heck, come on kids! Gets your hands dirty!”


Cinnamon, although interested in farming like her mother, was beginning to take a fondness to animals.

She spent most of her free time exploring the neighborhood for animals.

One of her favorite spots was the butterfly sanctuary. After school she would venture to the lush green park in search for new butterflies to watch and catch. On other days, Cinnamon would venture to the beach near home to dig through the sand for interesting new beetles that prefer the warm sand over the cold dirt.

Jellybean, on the other hand, had an eclectic variety of interests. Some days he would join Spearmint at fishing in the park.

“I caught one, Dad!” he exclaimed when he caught his first fish, a small minnow.

“That’s my boy.” Spearmint smiled looking at Jellybean’s wriggling treasure.

When he wasn’t fishing with his father or helping his mother in the garden, Jellybean could be found at the playground.

He had taken a liking to the play tower that sat in the playground beside the public pool. Most of his time was spent as a pirate sailing on the great seas.

“Land ho!”

“Isn’t it nice to have some peace and quiet around here?” Peach asked her yawning husband one night as they sat under a blanket of stars.

“You got that right.” Spearmint replied; “Hey I have an idea…”

Peach laughed; “Spear!”

“So?” he questioned.

Peach gave him an answer; a passionate kiss.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Spearmint replied with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.


“Heeheehee, wait until someone gets a shower.” Jellybean sniggered.


With a gasp that no one heard, Spearmint noticed a strange yellow substance on his fingers. He looked in the mirror to find that his hair was bright yellow.

“Peach! Something happened to my hair, it’s yellow!” he shouted a bit frantically.

“That nice dear, but I believe that I have a bit of a bigger realization.”


First update for the New Year! 🙂 🙂 I hope you all had a great holiday season (and if you didn’t celebrate a holiday, I hope you’ve had a great couple of weekends). This chapter is a bit short, but since it didn’t have a concrete plot I wanted to end it pretty quickly because as you can tell by the last picture there’s a new baby on the way!

Thanks for reading and Happy Simming ❤

It was nearing midnight at Appaloosa Plains. The entire town was either sleeping or tiredly getting ready to enter the dream world. One household, through utterly exhausted, was still awake. The once quiet and peaceful Sorbet home had become loud and chaotic.

“Stinky! Me stinky Mommy!” Cinnamon screeched.

“I know Cinnamon bun. Mommy’s a-comin’.” Peach assured her daughter is exasperation. She was in the process of putting Jellybean into his crib. Jellybean had fallen asleep while playing with his blocks; his tiny body was completely limp in Peach’s arms as she tried to change him into his pj’s.

Spearmint, who had been trying to gently move their two new kittens into the pet bed, rushed into Cinnamon.

“I got diaper duty.” He called to his wife.

“Thanks!” she called tucking in a still sleeping Jellybean. Once she had put Jellybean’s favorite doll in his crib, she stepped back with her hands on her hips. That boy could sleep through anything. Peach thought with a smile.

“Nighty night time!” she heard Cinnamon giggle outside the nursery door.

“Quiet, little one. Your bother has already fallen sleep. Let’s not wake him up.” Spearmint told her.

As soon as Cinnamon was tucked into her crib her eyes fell shut leaving Peach and Spearmint to drudge to their own bed. They barely had time to kiss each other goodnight before they fell asleep, totally exhausted. Both Peach and Spearmint wanted children, many children at that. Since they had both been the only child of their families they felt that they had missed out on the joys (and troubles) of having siblings. So having children was no question in either minds, but they hadn’t expected to have a large family all at once.

Mornings were more hectic as usual. Peach’s garden was starting to become neglected since all of her attention was devoted solely to Cinnamon and Jellybean.

“Come on Cinnamon bun, no more messes in your diaper. Make your business in the potty chiar from now on.” Peach told her daughter smoothing a stray hair away from her tiny face.

“Stinky.” Cinnamon replied with a wrinkle of her green nose.

“Yuck, did you make a stinky?” Peach giggled.

In the first few months of the winds’ toddlerhood there were many nights where Peach would just be getting to bed when Spearmint would just be getting up for work.

“Are you just getting to bed again?” he asked throwing the covers off.

She nodded while getting under the soft blankets; “These kiddos are a handful, Spear.”

Spearmint yawned while pulling on his uniform; “Don’t worry, hun. As soon as I get home I’ll help you out with the twins.”

Peach mumbled something incoherent as she fell instantly to sleep. As Spearmint worked hard to bring in enough money for the family to survive, the day passed in the normal chaos.

“Hello, mommy.” Jellybean greeted when Peach picked him up out of the crib.

“Hello my little Jellybean. Did you sleep okay?” she asked giving her son a loving squeeze.

“Sleep tight, sleep tight!” he giggled.

“Mommy? Mommy!” cinnamon cried.

“Let’s go see what your sister wants.” She sighed.

Peach spent the rest of the day taking care of all of her children which included the twins, the two kittens Bean and Coco, and her plants.



She tried her best to keep her garden tended as best as she could since half of their income came fro her crops. Peach hardly spent time in her garden because she wanted her children to have a decent childhood.


Spearmint was true to his word, when he arrived home from work he took straight to helping Peach take care of the toddlers.

“Come on Jellybean, you have to learn how to use the potty. Your sister is fully potty trained already.” Spearmint pleaded, trying to keep Jellybean on the potty chair.

“No, Daddy! NO!” Jellybean screeched flailing his tiny arms.

Spearmint sighed in defeat. It had been a long day at the base, he had trained a few handfuls of overzealous new soldier during his shift and he was in no mood to deal with a crying toddler.

“Alright, alright, you win. Just don’t tell your mother.”

Thought the twins were a complete handful, the Sorbets were oblivious to how fast time was passing. The twins’ birthday came upon them very quickly.

a/n: no birthday shots because the twins grew up without a cake. I was trying to get them to learn all fo their skills before they grew into children. That didn’t happen 😦

With two children running around, the household breathed a sigh of relief. There would be no more midnight feedings, no more full diapers to change, and no more losing sleep. Peach and Spearmint were finally able to have some time to themselves.  

“I have been declared King of this grand castle!” Jellybean clapped at the kitchen table.

“All those who oppose me will be sent to the evil beast of Sorbetville!” he exclaimed waving his scepter in Milk Dud’s direction.

“Meow?” came the cat’s reply while looking at the shiny top of Jellybean’s homemade Kingly scepter.

“You are so lame.” Cinnamon told her twin pulling out one of the four chairs to eat her lunch.

“Silence, peasant! You will not call your King ‘lame’ for that is…is…” Jellybean struggled for the correct word.

“It is blasphemy, my liege.” Spearmint smiled coming in from the living room; “Your humble servant, King Jellybean.”

“Yeah, blasphemy! Thanks Dad—I mean Sir Spearmint.” Jellybean replied joyously even if he was unsure of the meaning of the word blasphemy.

“Ugh, I’m outta here.” Cinnamon groaned.

King Jellybean, in his entire divine manner, stuck his tongue out at his sister when she passed in front of him. Cinnamon blew a raspberry in return.

“I will be sure to send her to the beast’s lair, my liege.” Spearmint laughed.

“Yeah, you do that.” Jellybean yawned sitting down. His youthful creative mind was getting bored of being a King.

Spearmint, seeing that his son was through playing make-believe, bowed majestically and ended his bow with a kiss atop Jellybean’s head. He was rewarded with giggles from his son.

“Gross, Dad. You’re getting as bad as Mom with those kisses.” Jellybean teased.


Jonathan the cave gnome: “Ahh, this is the life.”













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!”

A few crumbs fell from Peach’s organic peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Behind her chair she heard a soft ‘meow’. Smiling to herself, she tossed a crumb over her shoulder to the cat begging for scraps.

Peach heard the soft thump as Milk Dud pounced on the stray piece of bread, jam, and peanut butter. Sprinkles meowed in approval as she too watched Milk Dud. Peach sighed, she was happy that her little Sprinkles wasn’t going to pine for some feline attention. But, she longed to have that special someone to share her life with.

“Meow, meow.” Sprinkles replied

Milk Dud, abandoning the crumb, trotted over to Sprinkles, hissed, then ran under the sofa.

“What in tarnation?” Peach questioned watching the back end of Milk Dud disappearing under the shabby sofa.

She could still hear Sprinkles meowing curiously behind the kitchen table. Peach walked over and sighed. She could see tiny dots bouncing off of Sprinkles.

“Fleas!” Peach exclaimed; “Where did you catch those vermin?”

Sprinkles gazed up at her owner and meowed once more.

“Well come on then, into the bath we go. I believe I have some flea-be-gone left.”

Sprinkles followed Peach into the bathroom and sat on the hard tile while Peach started to run a bath.

“You better stop frolicking with them strays, ya here?” Peach softly scolded as she placed Sprinkles into the warm water. Sprinkles pawed the water as Peach read the instructions on the back of the flea bath bottle. She tipped a few capfuls of the liquid into the bath.

“Why don’t you spend some time with Milk Dud? He’s a good cat, adorable too.” Peach suggested scrubbing Sprinkles.

Sprinkles, distracted by the foaming bubbles, attempted to bit the bubbles covering her back.

“I think I might explore the town a little tomorrow. That sounds funs, doesn’t it?” she mused; “Maybe I’ll find some more seeds to go in the garden. Do you think I can grow a husband?”

Sprinkles meowed while popping a stray floating bubble.

The next morning Peach began her exploration of the neighborhood. She smiled as she watched some of the children running to school. By the schoolhouse she saw the local park. The pond, located in the center of the park, glittered in the morning sun caught her eye. There was already a man fishing when she made it to the water.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Peach asked the young man.

“Not at all, fishing can become a bit boring alone.” He replied.

Peach prepped the fishing pole she found then cast her line. The red and white bobber plopped near the man’s with a splash.

“Sorry ‘bout that. I never did get the hand of this fishing business. My Poppa always said that I tend to scare all of the fishies away.

The man chuckled while reeling his line in; “No need to apologize. Do you want some pointers?”

“Sure.” Peach smiled.

“Casing is all in the wrist.” He explained.

Peach watched as he demonstrated how to properly cast.

“You need to flick your wrist, see? A nice quick flick.”

The two of them spent the rest of the morning together. Peach tried her best to perfect the surprisingly complex techniques of fishing. She had blushed profusely when he stepped behind her to guide her arm movements. She exclaimed happily when she reeled in a small minnow.

“I caught one! Will you look at that! Thank you so much, um…” Peach stammered, completely flustered that she had not asked the man his name when she first arrived at the pond.

“The name’s Spearmint Bubble.” He replied with a flashing smile.

“Spearmint,” she repeated; “I’m Peach. Peach Sorbet. Thank you again for your advice. I had a great time learning all there is to know about fishing.”

“It was my pleasure.” Spearmint assured her.

After the two of them say their final goodbyes an elated Peach made her way back home to Sprinkles and Milk Dud. Both cats greeted her at the front door when she arrived. She kneeled to pet them excitedly on the tops of their heads.

“Guess what, kitty cats? I met a man at the park. He’s so cute, his name is Spearmint and he knows everything about fishing and—“ she paused, Sprinkles and Milk Dud didn’t understand Simlish. With a warm smile, Peach pet them each again and began to get ready to garden.

“Eeeee!” she squealed when she couldn’t contain her excitement.

As the weeks past, Peach and Spearmint spent more and more time together.

“Dinner was amazin’ as always.” Peach smiled after a long night of Spearmint’s company.

“Yeah…” he answered.

“What’s the matter Spearmint? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.”

“There’s something that I’ve been trying to work up the courage to do.”

“Oh? Well, you know what they say; if you don’t do something you want to, you’re going to regret it later.” She remarked happily.

Peach was completely taken aback when Spearmint brought his lips to hers. A smile broke across her face when the kiss ended.

“I’m not going to regret kissing you, that’s for sure.” Spearmint grinned.

She grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him again; “Hee hee, I just couldn’t contain myself. I quite like kissing you Mister Bubble.”

“I enjoy kissing you too, Miss Sorbet.”

Peach returned home later than usual that night. All of the excitement from receiving her first kiss from Spearmint completely exhausted her. As a result of her exhaustion she slept late into the next morning. Peach didn’t feel the soft weight of Sprinkles hopping up onto the bed.

In the following weeks, Peach’s small garden was steadily growing and her income was rising with every crop she was able to sell. Her expenses didn’t seem so daunting now that her nicely grown crops were selling well. It had also helped that Spearmint had moved in. He was currently working as a Wingman at the local military base and was working towards his dream job as an astronaut. He also helped Peach in the garden on his days off. She was thankful that he loved the outdoors just as much as she did.

“Some of the guys down at the base were telling me about this great orchard near the outskirts of town. I thought we could take a trip up there tonight.” Spearmint explained to Peach before he headed to work.

“An orchard? That sounds fantastic!”

Spearmint picked Peach up after he got off of work and they headed to the orchard.

“Look at this place!” Peach gasped when they had arrived. There were trees, vegetable plants, and seeds scattered all over the large piece of land; “I want my garden to look like this one day, Spearmint.” She declared picking up some stray seeds that were scattered on the ground.

“Your garden is going to be greater than this one. I just know it. Hey, what kind of seed is this?” he asked.

Peach looked up from the tasty tomato plant she was inspecting; “Silly, I’m not going to be able to tell what kind of seed you found until it starts to grow.” She giggled.

“It looks like this.”

Peach gasped as she brought her hands to her mouth. Was he proposing? “Spearmint…” she began.

“Before you say anything Peach, I just want to let you know how amazing you have made my life since I met you. You’ve taught me to look at the simple things in life that I’ve overlooked for so many years. I love you Peach Sorbet, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Oh my, yes! Of course I will marry you.”

In the deserted orchard, Peach and Spearmint became husband and wife.

Neither wanted a ceremony so Mother Nature stood witness to the uniting of two Sims very much in love.

Welcome to the Sorbet family, Spearmint!

*sounds of crickets chirping* Hello everyone! Welcome back to the Sorbets! I can’t believe it’s been over ten days since I posted the first chapter. Oh goodness, I really don’t have a valid excuse* D:. Anyway, I hope all my U.S. readers had a great Thanksgiving on Thursday.

Thanks for reading and Happy Simming! ❤

*one excuse I can throw at you guys is Arkham City. I finally was able to finish it the other week. Amazing…absolutely amazing :’).

A tiny red dot cut through the blades of dewy grass. The dot
rested on a group of lush green waiting to be cultivated for future produce
growth. Out of nowhere came a blur of white, for a moment the red dot
disappeared only to reappear on top of a tiny white paw.

The white and pink cat let out a playful purr as the dot
glided across the grass once more.

“Come on Sprinkles. Where’s that pesky dot gonna stop next?”
the young woman holding the laser pointer giggled.

To anyone who would happen to walk past, they might not take
notice of the playful cat and her owner but rather the small house with the
large plowed back yard. It was this humble abode that attracted peering eyes.
Not many sims in the area grew their own produce. Sure, home grown food was
better than buying processed food and cheaper than buying food from the market
in general, but with the hustle and bustle of today’s society; who has the

Peach Sorbet, owner of the tiny home and playful cat, was
dedicated to the farming lifestyle. After growing up in a farming household in
Riverview, Peach had purchased a plot of land on the outside of Riverview in
order to start her own farming business.

Peach knew from experience that farming involves intense
dedication. Even though she had never been the sole person in charge of a field
of crops, she knew that her farming skills could help her be a success in her
new home.

“We best get to bed early, Sprinkles. We’ve got a lot of
plantin’ to do in the morning.” Peach snuggled her feline friend.

As the days passed, Peach settled into a relaxing yet busy
routine of planting, watering, weeding and harvesting.

Even though farming made her feel that she was helping the
environment and her neighbors, there were still some stresses in her simple
life. Paying the bills was Peach’s biggest stress. Her garden was still quite
small so the money she received from selling the small basket of produce was
barely enough to pay the bills that came twice a week. One night while flipping
through the small amount of bills that she had accumulated throughout the week,
she heard a muffled meow from Sprinkles.

“What ya got there kitty cat?” Peach asked when she noticed
that Sprinkles had something in her mouth.

Peach smiled when Sprinkles dropped a small lizard on the
carpet. Her heart warmed at the thought of her pet trying to help pay the
bills. She crouched down to pick up the small reptile.

“Good girl, Sprinkles. You’ve been practicing.” She praised
scratching Sprinkles behind her ears.

Paying the bills was not the only obstacle that Peach had to

“Those darn critters keep eating my tomatoes!” Peach
exclaimed after going on in the garden to find some of her tomato plants had
been eaten again. She hated to throw away produce, especially since she needed
all the produce she could grow to make all her ends meet. Her expenses had
recently gone up because she had adopted a playmate for Sprinkles.

Milk Dud, although shy at first,

Warmed up to the Sorbet household fairly quickly.

Peach was happy with her simple farming life. She had two
pets that she adored,

But there was something missing in her productive life.


Eeee! Finally the first chapter of this challenge. 🙂 I have a feeling that the next couple of chapters will be a bit on the short side. I haven’t played too far ahead with the Sorbets because my game was acting a bit funky. I’m hoping that I have everything figured out now.

Thanks for reading 🙂 Happy Simming


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