Warning: Some mild NSFW stuff at the end, swearing (because Jared)… and generally A WHOLE LOT of pictures – that is 90, to be exact, not to mention additional 9 in the note… So close to 100, not counting the family trees and pictures from Gemma’s wedding. Count the header and that’s 100 😀
I lean into Reggie, feeling secure and loved in his arms. I stretch my hand out to stroke the back of his head with baby hairs growing. His grip is steady and strong, he smells his favorite perfume and gasoline, just the usual scents I learned to love. Scents that help establish the feeling of closeness and safety. If Reggie is there, nothing and no one is a threat to me. And soon I will be officially his. My lips twist into a smile at the thought. Hailey Nathifa Calloway sounds almost too good to be true.
Suddenly, Reggie whips me out from the happy thoughts as he makes a sudden movement, searching for something in his pocket. His legs fall onto the floor with a quiet thump that sounds painful to my ears, which are slowly getting adjusted to the reality around me. Earth to Hailey, it’s not a make-believe land anymore. I let out a loud sigh, voicing my disapproval. He touches my cheek and turns my head so that I am forced to look him in the eyes.
“Hailey,” he says, somewhat more softly than usual. “There’s something I need to do.”
“Don’t stop cuddling me, please,” I say quietly, leaning back into him so hastily that I cause him to lose his balance, one of his legs falling back on the sofa. He laughs (nervously?) and holds out his hand with a little box in the palm of it.
“I thought you might want to see my little gift.” I gasp in delight at the shiny ring inside the box, instinctively reaching for it.
“Whoa, hold your horses , darlin’.” He shifts away from me and I move to sit properly on the sofa, not sure how to react yet. Reggie kneels down in front of me and grabs my hand in a romantic gesture.
“Look, Hailey, I know we are in the midst of planning our wedding, but I thought it would be proper if you got the actual proposal you deserve. Not sure about the place, but fancy restaurant sounds a bit too cliché, don’t you think? Moving on… The question is… Hailey Nathifa Rosenthal, would ya make me vee pleasure of secndin’ your decision to become my vife?” I know he is nervous, because his accent is stronger as he distorts the words, making them sound funny. Not to mention his French again. Still, it makes me happy to see the man I love on his knees in front of me.
“Yes, Reggie, of course I second my choice to marry you. Now put that ring on it and get off your knees, fool, because your fiancée needs another hug!” Wide grin is present on Reggie’s face as he slides the ringer onto my ring finger.
“Now, that’s my girl!” He says, placing himself on the sofa next to me and suddenly grabbing my hand and pretending to kiss it while what he actually does is licking it.
“Hey!” I say, pulling my hand from his grip. “Gross! Now would you want me to lick you, Mister I’m-so-proper?”
It takes a fair amount of planning to organize our wedding, but we finally get there. I and Reggie are at the spot early, as he said he wants to greet all the guests as they arrive. I know he invited many celebrities from around the country to go and celebrate with him. I am always amazed at how well-known he is. How secluded were I and Frank in Twinbrook to have never heard of him?
Of course I get to meet Reggie’s parents, Carmen and Edmund, and his twin brother, Adam – I hadn’t even known Reggie had a twin brother until now. They must not get along that well at all.
Would you look at that?
Second ones to arrive are the two guys whom, except for my darling fiancé, I love the most. Frank and Waylon. We mustn’t forget about my son, Clinton, who is already two years old.
“Say hi, Clint,” Frank says, forcing Clint to raise his hand in greeting.
“Hi!” Little boy says cheerfully. “Floor, daddy,” follows soon after.
“There you go, darling,” Frank says, gently putting the boy on the ground. Waylon smiles at this.
“Just don’t let him run away like when he almost got into the elevator. And welcome. The bride looks stunning, I must say.”
“Thank you, Waylon. You guys helped me pick.”
“Or rather agreed with what you’d already picked. “ Then he looks at Reggie and his eyes glisten. ”I… I am honored. My name is Waylon,” he says, extending his hand. I am a huge fan.”
“Oh, aren’t you the one who asked Hailey for my autograph? It’s a pleasure, Waylon.”
Waylon, Frank and Clinton are followed by whom I soon learn are the Luck brothers.
From left to right: Chad, Wylie, Isaac. These are the guys who were at the bar with Reggie when I first met him. Of course I receive their “sincere apologies” for how they treated me back then, but they had no idea, etc., etc…
A massive delegation from Twinbrook follows soon after. And by saying that I mean my relatives I decided to invite for as I figured it could be a nice family reunion. So watch out, because I am going to describe all the connections, diary, to the best of my ability. And no, it would be too convenient if they showed up sorted by generations or something, but I thought it would be neat to feature them like that in my diary.
Lisa and Raymond are probably the oldest people in my family right now as Raymond is Edward’s firstborn son. And Edward is the half-brother of my great-grandfather, so hopefully, you can imagine. Okay, admittedly, I found it hard to imagine, so just for myself I’m adding here the pictures of the family tree and them at my grandma’s ,Gemma, wedding as she got married to a granddad who had died before I was born. Makes things easier.
Edward’s next son is Raphael and he arrives at my wedding with a girlfriend he never married, but has a daughter with, Wendy, who’s apparently a sister of my grand-uncle’s George’s wife. But I will get into that later. At Gramma’s wedding they weren’t even together, but Raphael was there.
Finally the people I know more than just through some cloudy stories. These are of course my beloved Gramma and Rosie. I instantly rush to hug them, excited that they came to watch me tie the knot. I love them so much and not even the fact that my gramma is dressed up like a piece of poop is going to ruin that.
Next is my Gramma’s brother, George,with his wife, Mildred. Look at how cute they were as teens on Gramma’s wedding!
Of course Gramma’s brother, Gilbert, comes, too. He chose to walk through his life alone.
Laura is Raymond’s daughter and she comes with her husband Tanner. She was not yet born when the wedding took place.
Logan is also Raymond’s son and he comes with his wife Helen who, as to what I’ve heard, is in her early pregnancy.
Lincoln, another of Raymond’s sons, comes with his wife Sheila, who looks absolutely gorgeous to me.
Whitney is Raphael’s only daughter and she comes with her husband, Edwin.
Alice, Rosie’s daughter, comes with her husband David and newborn daughter, Dana.
Alexander, Rosie’s son, comes with his wife, Elisabeth, who looks very much like she just came from some sort of a tropical island.
Mark is George’s son and he comes with his wife, Wendy, and their little son, Watson.
Last but not least, George’s son Mason and his wife, Laura. Yes, another Laura in my family tree.
Yikes! That was long, but I need to keep it in there, diary, for I have no idea if I’ll ever get a chance to get a hold of my family like that again. Valuable data here!
Moving on, here they are, rushing in, well-known actress with her director husband and son.
“Brady!” Reggie shouts as soon as he spots a familiar face. “Long time, no see.”
“Hello, Reggie. Yes, indeed. You know we haven’t left home much since that affair saw the daylight.”
“Oh, right. We had an unpleasant situation, too, but you know, it’s getting better,” Cecily chimes in.
“Hey, Reggie, isn’t this the same guy who wrote the article? He was involved in that affair. Dequan is his name…”
“Are you talking about me?” A tall, yellow-haired man suddenly emerges from the shadows. Hm… I think I recognize the yellow hair from somewhere… “Yes, that’s my name, Dequan. But I prefer when people call me just Deq.”
“Get out of here, rat! Ruining our reputation and now showing up to ruin our friend’s wedding! Who do you think you are?” Cecily shouts.
“Well, honestly I came to apologize. I didn’t want it turn out the way it d-“
“Shut up! How could you not know writing that article about Hailey!” Reggie shouts.
“It’s because I- I fucked up, I know, but I had my reasons. You see, Hailey, your father and I…”
“NO! Don’t you mention her father again! Security, get that guy outta here!”
As the men take Deq out, I begin to remember where I know him from. He’s one of my dad’s exes, the one whom he hung out with when in China.
I now take a good luck at Cecily and Brady’s son, who could well be my age. I follow his gaze and notice my best friends from high school standing a few meters away. I already know whom we’re going to greet next.
And indeed, blond Clara, brunette Diana and black-haired Monica are there. We haven’t seen each other in ages and yet the girls are as cheerful as ever. Monica instantly points at Frank and Waylon playing with Clint.
“Who’s that guy next to Frank?”
“Oh, yeah. You know, Frank got married.”
“What? So the rumors were true? He was actually gay…”
“Yeah, I know. But he’s very happy.” Diana smiled at that.
“And that’s what counts!”
Next ones to arrive are the brunette with huge, blue eyes, wearing a heart-shaped pendant ,with a redheaded guy. Reggie instantly rushes to hug him.
“Jared! I don’t think we’ve seen each other seen since that camp back when we were kids. All the girls were ours!”
“I didn’t think you even remembered me after all this fuss with being a celebrity everyone knows. And we totally got them all!”
“I could never forget you. Besides, I heard you, too, are doing good with that restaurant of yours, aren’t ya?”
“You know, I almost got 5 stars, but quite an affair came out of it. I will tell you another time, maybe!” Then he looks at his wife, who seems like the saddest person on Earth. “Fuck, baby, we are supposed to have fun here. What’s up with you again, Rose?” Maybe I know now whom Reggie got the “baby” thing from.
“I’m just worried about Jesse is all. Calla called me recently and said that whole Skye left him. Our son has been a jumbled mess ever since.”
“He’ll deal with it. He’s my son, for fuck’s sake! Now let’s go join the others and don’t ever pull that sad puppy face on me again.”
Then we meet the successful journalist, Keely Diffy, along with her husband, Phil.
“Are there any cookies?” Phil immediately asks.
“Yeah, they should be there, on one of the buffets.” Reggie says.
“Oh, stop it, Phil, we have a son named Cookie, but that doesn’t mean you have to talk about cookies all the time,” his wife says, rolling her eyes.
As soon as they leave, a young woman walks over to me.
“Don’t ever do that. Don’t marry him. You will suffer just like I did!” She warns me.
“Calm down, Emmy, we know Alan died, but maybe you can get yourself a brand new-“
“No! Life will never be the same.”
“What about the cookies? Maybe you, too, want one? Get yourself a cheat day!”
“Hey, that’s a good idea.”
I look at Reggie questioningly, but he just shrugs.
“Her old husband has recently died and she’s been super dramatic ever since. But I know she’d make an affair if I didn’t invite her over.”
As I see a woman in her forties or fifties dressed up as a prostitute with silicone boobs and mouth, I mentally gasp.
“Who is she?” I whisper to Reggie, but she overhears it.
“Didn’t ya hear about dat greatest country music star of our time, gal? Reggie, ya should educate dat chick of yours in good music.” Then she suddenly pops out a CD (out of her bra or what?).
“Here, it’s free. Get a grasp of good music, gal.” She looks me up and down and leaves, shaking her hips. I look at the CD to read “Honey Darnell – Golden Hits”.
“Don’t worry about her, she’s a well-known country music star from Riverview. And kinda a slut, too, but don’t tell her that,” Reggie says to me.
Next, we are approached by two women, one of whom I recognize from the TV as Renee Littler (or what was her maiden name again?), another famous journalist.
“Rennie, Caroline, welcome! How’s life?” He looks at Renee, who he calls Rennie for some reason.
“Good as it can be. Bronson has a boyfriend now and Deidre, well… She trains to become a police officer. About Reuben… I don’t care what happens to him anymore. I heard that you’ve had your fair share of drama recently, though, haven’t you? That Dequan brings shame to all the good journalists out there.”
“Right! I could never imagine digging up such personal details about someone… Looks like he did that for revenge. But I’m not sure on whom…”
I am amazed as I look at the figures approaching. They can’t possibly be…
“Nancy, Geoffrey, Malcolm!”
But it turns they are Landgraabs, in fact. How many famous and wealthy people does Reggie know?
Well, a lot, because next we are approached by a famous actor, Matthew Hamming.
Then Richie Striker, Stella and their son, Sebastian. Well, I admit, I’ve had a huge crush on Richie ever since I can remember, watching matches only to see him!
And finally, a well-known rapper and music producer, Tom Wordy.
That’s when Reggie announces he’s always the last one to arrive and we should finally start the ceremony.
However, none of us is really creative and we end up reciting the traditional vows, then we are united as wife and husband.
The party goes on for long hours before we finally call it quits. I am tired as I arrive at my new home, which used to be Reggie’s only. But I am not that tired.
“It was carry through the door, not carry to the bedroom,” I say, as Reggie gently puts me back on the ground. I suggestively slide my leg along his hip as my feet are back on the ground.
“Well, I made a little improvement…”
This has been an eventful day, and one I can easily call the best day in my life for I married the man I love the most in the world.
Note: I would like to credit Sempreviva for her Sims, Rose and Jared, who were featured in this chapter, as well as heatherfeather19 for Keely and Phil. It was so nice having them around. As well as all of the extended family I hope I didn’t bore you that much with – yup, I created every partner of every Sim in my family and some of them have history from my other old stories, like Tanner and how he got a married woman pregnant and then her husband jumped off the bridge at winter… Maybe that’s a story for another time. Also, a shoutout to Pralinesims for the wonderful wedding venue, as you know I can’t built. Anyway, the CC list with all of the links for the CC shown here provided, and here is the character download page as you are free to give my relatives or anyone really some new/more story.
Also, there were some other pretty significant Sims for me there. What I’m talking about is the Swafford family.
If you are interested, I am going to quickly summarize their affair with Deq, which transpired on the TS3 site on April 7th.
Cecily is a famous actress, her husband Brady is a director. They live in Starlight Shores with their adult son Ace and his girlfriend, Kerrie. Deq is a journalist, so he wanted to write on his blog about Starlight Shores and asked Cecily to help him. Her husband was jealous of him so she brought him home where Ace felt weird as Deq seemed like he was trying to flirt with him. She and her husband Brady had a talk and he was overprotective of Ace, eventually fearing he might be gay and he’s their only son after the younger one drowned. Ace’s girlfriend Kerrie was interested in Deq and irritated with Ace and people making suspicions he’s gay, she wanted to prove them wrong. She found him drunk in the bar and told him her name was Samantha and short form would be Sam, to which he said he rememembered Sam.They made out until Deq realized what was going on and said he’d never been as drunk as to hook up with a woman and left her in the bar. Next day it was all over the news as Ace’s parents are famous. Ace broke up with Kerrie that same day and kicked her out of the house.
I started writing Cecily’s story as a loose gameplay and a fun break from the main legacy last year on May 27th. It is in Polish only and I’ve been sharing it through memories on TS3 official site (the quality is just so bad, don’t even get me started on that) under my nickname ziutobol12345678. Fun fact: in the Swafford’s home there are 2 urns of their dogs next to Brady’s film industry award on the table in the living room. Their dogs, Sheba and Dazzler, are the only animals in the Sims that I have played long enough with for them to die of old age. It’s not the case with Cecily’s younger son who drowned in that story. Also Cecily’s husband has a weird obsession with her wearing blue, so that’s practically the only color she wears.
Oh, and remember that avi?
Yup, that’s her!
Anyway, I should really stop rambling and trying not to get started on the crazy amount of time it took me to shot this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it and kudos to you for making it this far!