Hello! I’m back here with a post on a unsual day – that’s Sunday – and a special date – that is May 20th, 2018, which marks a second anniversary of my blog, as I posted my prologue to Maddie’s story on May 20th, 2016, and my celebration for 1 year anniversary on May 20th, 2017. Before you dive in, here are a few words about this special.
When I was about to do a bonus for my birthday last year, one of my readers suggested an option, in which my heirs would experience their alternative endings, happier for them. After giving it some thought, I realized my plot is too centered around tragedy to achieve this without changing too many things and generally turning the story upside down. If you are interested, here you can more about that. This post is something different.
Below you will read about the lives of my heirs in alternative universes, however these are not endings, they are all at different points in their lives, and these are not necessarily happy. An important thing to note: every excerpt you read should be treated as one universe, they are not tied together, as trying to do so would likely create a completely new story. These excerpts refer to events you know from the story, however slightly adjusted. Enjoy your read and I will see you with more rambling at the end of the post! ❤
Maddie looked at her loving husband as he played video games with their son. She thought back to the time when she could not imagine him as anything more than just a friend. Things had changed from that from that time, just a “little” bit. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that her husband Frederick, who had earlier thrown her out of the house after finding out she could not bear a child, committed a suicide, a decision that Maddie found devastating. Throughout all the time it took her to relatively “heal” from the loss – God knows you never truly heal from losing your beloved life companion – Ethan was there for her, supporting her, especially as it soon came to life she was with a child, and that it was not Freddie’s, but Ethan’s. Maddie didn’t know if she would have endured it had she been forced to lose this child, as she was so weak through her whole pregnancy. She considered it a miracle when her healthy son, Edward, saw the world. It took Ethan a good dose of convincing for Maddie to finally agree to legalize their relationship and become Mrs. Berger. Not a Rosenthal anymore, the surname she carried for a short period of time, which felt like eternity. Promised to Freddie from a young age, as they were very close friends, with a friendship that later evolved into a relationship, she didn’t dream of being in a relationship with another man. And yet there she was, with a son and a man whom she loved with a feeling that had its source in something much deeper than something she had with Freddie. Ethan, after all, voiced his willingness to live with her, even when they both thought that she was unable to conceive, and he supported her, unlike Freddie who was nothing but cruel to her in the last stages of their relationship, shortly followed by his suicide. Maddie did not know what she did to deserve him, but she was grateful for him, and she was grateful that her life took such a turn. After all, where would she be now if not with Ethan? A soon-to-be spinster, hopelessly in love with a dead man? No, she couldn’t and didn’t want to imagine it. Her life was perfect just as it was.
Suddenly, Ethan looked at her back with those chestnut eyes of his that she learned to cherish. He gently grabbed her and their lips met. During the kiss Maddie couldn’t take her thoughts off the little baby bump growing under her clothes. She’d already decided to call the girl Annie, not even dreaming of the child being of any other gender. A girl would make their little family complete. The daughter, the son and the husband who cherished her. What more could she ask for?
Dellie looked at the image of his beloved girl whose image was slowly making its way onto the easel in front of him. He wished he could translate all her quantities to his art, but he feared he was not that talented of an artist, no matter how much he tried. His eyes suddenly met with Gemma’s as she looked at him with impatience.
“Are you done yet, Dad?” She asked. “Tony and Rosie are waiting for me to join in.”
“Go, then. Only final touches are left to work on.” Gemma quickly ran to her dad and planted a kiss on his cheek, then turned around to go out and join her boyfriend and best friend.
Dellie smiled as he watched her leave. She was so precious, this daughter of his. He thought that it was the worst moment of his life when his fiancée stood him up during their wedding, later giving away their daughter for him to take care of, but now he knew it was a blessing in disguise. He could not imagine his life going any other way, without his paintings and his beloved Gemma. It’s true that he was torn between painting and writing at one point, but writing about the lives of his characters seemed like too much of a responsibility to him. His paintings were by no means a series and he could present real people from his life on them, without giving away too many details (at least for a casual observer, who didn’t pick up on things visible only to him), as he would if he tried to write them into a book. Dellie was convinced he made a good choice when he took up painting. After all, he loved watching his mom paint when he was still just a teenager. It was much more than a passion and was more beautiful an art than creative writing. Additionally, it was a drama-free environment, without his manqué wife, who eventually ended up in a psychiatric hospital where she belonged. He tried to visit her several times, but she wanted nothing to do with him, so he soon gave it up. Now it was all just his painting and his Gemma. Life wasn’t bad, it was much better than he imagined it to be when Grace crushed his dreams about creating a family with her so many years ago. He wouldn’t trade what he had for a ‘proper’ family now. What did proper even mean? When asked, he would respond that Gemma and him were more than perfect to him. He did not want any undefined proper to rule his life, as it was good right as it was.
Gemma looked around her little ‘laboratory’, content that everything was right where it belonged. She thought back to her trip around the world that she experienced as a teenager and smiled at the thought of Seth, her very good friend from Twinbrook. Her smile quickly vanished as she remembered his harsh words telling her that she couldn’t forget about a boy who was nothing but an ass to her. True, maybe Tony was not a perfect gentleman, but surely Seth wasn’t either. Gemma couldn’t help it, she just wasn’t able to direct her feelings from Anthony to Seth, and so she had to break the poor boy’s heart. However she knew she made the good decision, because how foolish would it be of her to marry a man who she had no feelings for? Deep down, in her heart, she also knew that she wouldn’t be a good wife, as she came to realize that she didn’t enjoy sex at all. Yes, maybe she didn’t try it with any guys except Anthony, but she just knew that it wasn’t it, it wasn’t what she was supposed to feel. Although, if you believe Rosie’s stories, he was a good lover, to Gemma it just didn’t make a difference. She was as content as she could be, living with her younger brother Gilbert, both of the siblings talented in the field of science. She and Gilbert were close to a prized discovery, even something they could receive a Nobel Prize for. Or at least Gemma strongly believed in it. She deeply believed that her struggles would not come off fruitless and that she would be awarded for her work. Her ambitious brother also had high hopes about it, but secretly Gemma was jealous of his abilities, which obviously surpassed hers. She was well aware of their neighbors and how they called them The Scientific Twins and, though it was not true (Gilbert was three years younger than her), Gemma felt flattered because of the name. She could just imagine the headlines of the newspapers talking about The Scientific Twins making a breakthrough. Sure, it would take some time, even years, but she believed it would be all worth it when they reached the point when their work brought about good results. She was not yet aware of it, but at the point, she slowly started her way toward the complete loss of her, then, still high hopes, and toward the later, much more bitter version of herself, who would realize that she devoted her whole life to a lab work, which did not only bring her any prize, but was just fruitless. It would be the end of the optimistic Gemma, once and for all.
But of course she couldn’t be more clueless about her future, happily humming to herself, as she worked on another invention.
Sam was lounging on the couch in the living room as his wife was busy making dinner, their little daughter trying to interfere in every way possible. Not that Sam cared. He was perfectly okay as long as Hailey did not bother him. She knew better than to try, though, because her daddy shouted a lot at her every attempt of making any contact with him. Sam smiled to himself, downing another bottle of beer. He would be on shift with Lane later that day, and working with Lane meant a quickie. He was looking forward to that, as Heather hadn’t been enough for him ever since the pregnancy. He found the gain of weight gross. Surely, the athletic posture of a fellow criminal was more than enough to cause his erection. Their relationship had been going on for quite some time now, bringing the needed stress relief for both guys. Lane wasn’t in a relationship and he was okay with promiscuous sex with Sam. Sam was married, but he longed for adrenaline, which Lane could provide him with with his daredevil ways, always coming up with more and more ideas and places where they could blow off some steam. Not that Lane was Sam’s only side partner, but this relationship was lasting and there to stay, as opposed to his other random hook-ups.
Sam went back to the beginning of his relationship with Heather. He remembered the first time when he almost lost her, as he hit her in heat of the moment, after finding out about the nature of her job. He quickly managed to repair the damage, as he showered her with his far-fetched declarations of love, which poor Heather desperately wanted to believe in. He then made her promise that she would be there for him and him only. After that he was nothing but a loving boyfriend to her, treating her like a princess. That is, until she finally married him. Then he could go back to his egotistical self, the one Heather knew from the time when she was just his butler. Then there was the second time he almost lost her, when Heather’s father’s people tried to threaten him. However when they found out about his position in the gang, they backed off. Criminals stuck together. Yeah, he thought to himself, I fought hard for the life I have right now. A decent fuck and a good housewife, two in one package. He truly lived like a king, didn’t he?
Hailey couldn’t contain her laughter as she lied down on the bed next to Frank, right after hastily putting her lingerie back on. She did it. They did it. And no one even caught them! She turned to look at Frank. How she loved this boy! It is amazing how life sometimes work out. She could never imagine that their fake relationship would eventually evolve into a real one, and that they would fall in love with one another. She and that awkward kid from the school choir, who would have thought! And yet here they were, having experienced their first sexual encounter. The guys from school really had no idea what they were talking about, when they called Frank gay. He was far from it! Hailey was aware of the affection in his eyes when he looked at her, and she knew that it mirrored the one visible in her own. They were such a good couple. Look at their feet, even they fit together! Hailey was already making plans for their wedding. How many children would they have? One? No, at least two! She would have to do lots of what she just did to get the kids. She giggled. That was even rather nice! She knew she would have to get used to it, but she could definitely see herself doing much more of it in the future. Hailey knew her grandmother often warned her of the boys and their ways, but Frank was so special and she knew that he would never hurt her. He was gentle and tender, and nothing like these other boys from her school. Sure, maybe she would have preferred some more adrenaline – as with a motorcyclist, yikes! – but she couldn’t really complain, because her love for Frank surpassed it all. As Frank caught her looking at him, he smiled at her and asked how she liked it and if he was good. Hailey leaned in to kiss him in response.
Oh, that boy and his manners! Hailey couldn’t imagine being with anyone else now. Who else could she be with anyway? Maybe Frank’s dad? She heard other girls talking about policemen being hot. She laughed at the thought as soon as it popped in her head. Oh, how crazy would that be, a sixteen-year-old girl and a forty-something-year-old man! Such stories only happened in movies and she wanted no part of it. Still giggling to herself that her mind managed to come up with such a crazy idea, she snuggled closely to Frank. Hailey couldn’t imagine having a better boyfriend.
So that’s it. Now, please don’t make me try to imagine Frank being straight and having sex with Hailey EVER AGAIN. That’s so horrible. Eek.
Moving on, I wanted to touch on some things that I find important, so be prepared for a lot of ‘trivia’. I guess. *coughs suggestively*
Ethan was a computer whiz and hence why I thought the video games theme would be fun. Also, that kid there is not real Eddie (just a lame fake I came up with after mixing Maddie and Ethan’s genetics and editing the child in CAS, lmao), but I found out that I don’t have him saved in my library too late (how is that even possible, I have 71 Sims saved and not Eddie?!). Guess I deleted him right after the ‘escape’, because I thought I wouldn’t need him anymore. So that’s why you keep backups, kids, which I fortunately have, so I will make sure to get him back into my game. Also, what I was talking about. Freddie was said to die from the very beginning in my head, so I can’t imagine him living on, not even in any sort of an alternative universe. It’s either committing a suicide because of fright of being sent to prison, or killing himself because of his feelings for Maddie and not being able to live with her being with other guy, which is the version presented here. Such a tragic character.
Now I want to bring your attention to the painting hung in Dellie’s studio. It’s marcorse’s creation, you can find it here. And as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to include it. Here’s why.
So I’m sorry, Dellie, but no matter how much you claim you’re happy with the turn of things, here’s the proof you’re lying. Wait, have I just said Dellie’s lying…?
Actually, Dellie being a single father was not something I came up with specifically for this bonus. It was my actual plan for him. That is, until I realized Kymber had a single dad in her story and I didn’t want anyone to think that I did it because of her. So I decide to change this plotline, so long as Dellie’s wife would be an interesting character. It took me a lot of planning to come up with the Grace we know now. And since I’ve already had a hatred for classical legacy things, like marriages, kids and stuff, it’s no wonder Sam hasn’t married at all (at least not in the original story).
I decided to place Gemma in her laboratory because I thought it would make her much happier than she was in the role of a wife and mother. However, as I started delving deeper into this new situation, I realized there was truly nothing that could save Gemma from her obsession, no matter what path she would choose. I thought Gilbert would be a nice touch, because he has the genius trait and I even found him once living on the swamps with the house made for an inventor.
So I will be honest here and say my initial idea for Sam’s alternative universe was making him marry Aaron, the most ridiculous thing I could come up with. But again, as I delved deeper into this, I realized my Sam (although these are other universes, you can see my heirs don’t change their personalities) wouldn’t go for it, purely because he would only marry for benefits. Being with Aaron would not be beneficial, because he wouldn’t get to have kids if he wanted, he wouldn’t cook for him and he would have to deal with being completely out in public, and we know Sam has always had problems with it. That’s why I decided on Heather. And yet again, I realized there was no hope for this woman, who couldn’t be saved from her unfortunate fate. People say girls from home like hers tend to fall for abusive partners and Heather went from her father to Sam. I am sorry for her, I really am, but there’s nothing I could do.
Please let me refrain from saying anything more about the last excerpt. I will leave it to you. Here is a photo from the bonus for reference, though. You can see they probably “did it” in Frank’s room.
Now that I’ve said it, I want to thank you for sticking with me. I can’t believe it’s already been two years! I would like to thank everyone for being there and reading it, I hope you had fun with this special and that you’ve been enjoying my story so far, and will continue to enjoy it! Thank you for all the likes and comments, and for being such good friends to me! I really appreciate all of what you’ve done for me and I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve it all. ♥