3.1: Let out the beast

 warning:language, gore, nudity

     The early suns rays couldn't deny the fact it would be a hot day. It didn't put a damper on the mood, as the small wedding party finally got seated for the formal ceremony. They had agreed to have it in garden of the brides father, not for the price but because it was beautiful, large and had a lovely view of the city. The pool wasn't a bad deal either.
     It turned out to be a waste of time as Skuld easily outshone anything man could make. She was a gorgeous bride, as to be expected and Ian was a handsome enough groom. Looking as his soon to be wife gliding towards him, he felt like passing out for a second not noiticing that stupid grin he got. Ian didn't even think about the sunburn he'd most definitly get, since sun and redhead- skin usually weren't the best of friends.

     He'd fallen in love with her the first time he laid eyes on her. A cliche, yes, but so true. He'd been so deeply in love that only a teenager can be, and he swore it got stronger. Sure he'd had to wait a bit for her to grow up before they could get married. And to.... well other marital stuff. Not that it was illegal beeing intimate with older teenagers, and it wasn't like he'd been an old creep. Ian had always been sure he wanted to marry her, to have children with her. But... a quick look at his soon to be father- in- law was enough to make him sweat. His dad had been partners with her dad before he went missing. And if you wanted to live, you didn't look at his daughter the wrong way. Atleast Marco was an honest man, but if he ever had a daughter he wouldn't have that type of attitude towards her. It was quite sexist.

     Now it was just to wait for the wedding night, before they consumated the marriage. He'd been a bit surprised at her beeing so oldfashioned that way, but who was he to discusse that matter? It was her body, so she decided. That and... another look at his soon to be father- in- law made him swallow hard. Marco had always treated him well, especially after dad went missing, but one of those heavy arms around his shoulder and a short: You'll treat my daughter well won't you Ian? was enough for him to agree to anything. It held a very quiet, and very serious "or else you'll regret it" there. And there was no doubt that it wasn't an empty threat from the large blonds side.

     Sure, she could seem a bit cold and distant at times, but he knew there was warmth inside her heart. She'd had a tough upbringing, never known her own mother, her father had gone missing when she was a child. And ofcourse those terrible killings at her home. His own dad had disappeared that night to, but no one knew what had happened to him. He'd been seen following one of the suspects, then no one had seen him or the suspect again. It wasn't like he could have drowned, but if he wasn't dead his dad would never leave him right? Ian wished he knew what had happened to him, but loving his bride to be the best she could be, was the only thing that mattered to him now. It would have been just what his father had wanted, he'd been quite the romantic.

     Naturally Skuld was going to be a bit troubled, and he had always wanted to be the one saving her. He knew he could do it! He would learn her to trust in sims again, because that was probably it; trustissues. And they had that in common to didn't they? Both had a missing parent. He understood her like no one else could, and they would be so good for eachother.

     The only thing he knew was that he felt like the happiest man in the world. And he would make her the happiest woman alive.

     I'm sorry my love, did it hurt? Ian stroked her hair several times. Ofcourse it hadn't hurt, he'd treated her like he was worried she'd break. How dumb was that guy anyway? Skuld couldn't believe sims actually did these thing voluntairly. What a waste of her valuable time. She could have done something important right now. Like making a potion that made her forever young and beautiful for instance. But instead she laid in Ians arms, whilst he kept stroking her hair, over and over. Lying on his arm made her neck hurt to. He was such an idiot.

     But that was the price a woman has to pay for marriage. Ofcouse Ian didn't shut up either: I'm so glad we waited, it was absolutely perfect. How was that perfect? He was such an idiot. She'd been able to get away from him for a few days after the wedding, but for some reason they had to go on a honeymoon. All payed for by her dad ofcourse, nothing was to good for his little doll. Couldn't he atleast have given her a bigger inheritance? But no, he claimed it was better having the simoleons in a fund, that she'd get access to when she retired. So no simoleons for her before then.

     What an idiot... Thinking about idiots: Is everything alright my little dove? Did he just compare her with those rats with wings?
     I'm fine honey, she said with the sweetest voice possible, enjoying seeing the stupid grin he got on his face: But it kind of hurt. Looking down she did her best to seem like she didn't want to say the rest. Until, ofcourse, her husband did exactely what she expected and went: What is it my love? You can tell me anything.
     The perfect start: I just wished you were a bit more careful. She could actually see insecurity strike him.

     I mean, she said trying to sound like she excused the previous words. But the damage was already done, that was why she'd said it after all: I kind of thought you'd would be a bit more gentle. That look on his face was priceless as he answered, his voice stuttering: I'm sorry, I thought I was careful. Guess I could have been more romantic.... His voice faded away as she saw the hurt in his eyes getting stronger. Not because of her, but because he thought he'd harmed her. She laughed internally, he was such an idiot.

     Looking out the window from the expensive hotel room Skuld felt like choking; Ian that was. He was such an idiot. Hearing the shower splashing against the tiled floor, she wondered if she could drown him in the toilet. It might be a bit suspicious though, and with her luck he could probably breathe under water. He was a meresim after all.
     Sighing heavily she looked at the sims outside, licking the suns rays hoping to get a tan. Holding hands, smiling and beeing in love whilst walking the short distance to the nearby downtown.

     Cattle, it wasn't the first time that thought came to her. But sims were cattle, working their useless jobs, earning simoleons so they could buy expensive stuff their neighbours could envy. And for what? So they could earn more simoleons, and buy more expensive stuff and so on. All the time whilst life ran away from them.
     She didn't have that problem herself ofcourse. With her astonishing intelligence and alchemical skills, the fountain of youth was at her fingertips. It had to be, she didn't want to grow old and wither away. She didn't consider making simoleons or sharing, she wanted to be the only one with such a well earned gift. Others simply weren't worthy.

     The sound of the shower stopping made was irritating, it meant he'd be out soon. As long as he didn't want more sex; or "making love" as he called it. Why did he even call it that? Love was just a chemical reaction in the brain, and animals made babies in the same way! Did he think dogs made love to then? He had closed the door to the shower properly, Ian was a bit shy at the way he looked and with good right. That man was far from good enough for someone like her, and he should be thankful she even agreed to marriage. The guy had scaly legs after all, it was creepy. And he couldn't even stay out in the sun for to long, as he dried up! Then he smelled like a sushibar gone bad.

     He wasn't even wealthy like she was. Skuld deserved the best of everything ofcourse, and she liked simoleons. But flashing that wealth wasn't a smart thing to do, that made sims think she should buy stuff for them. Which they didn't deserve, besides seeming to be ordinary struggling sims gave a lot more sympathy from others. And it was so much easier getting them to do what she wanted. And there was that little problem with most of her assets beeing held up in funds she couldn't touch.

     Ians hands were around her from the back as she stood there thinking, annoying her to no end. Stopping her great ideas from forming. Letting her hands slide over his arms, she almost thought they were quite nice.The palm of his hands were hard and weathered from work, felt like needles beeing dragged over her perfect skin. Good thing she'd worn the complimentary robe.

     Of all the things a man can work with, he recycled old and used furniture and other crap, the man was part fish and liked working with trees? He actually dug through trash and fixed up the garbage he found. What kind of a job was that? Fine, some of the items were actually quite valuable and he found lots of stuff she could use for her potions, but still...Ah well, atleast female sims got all gooey eyed when she mentioned it. Not that she got what it was with a man that worked with his hands, mainly fixing garbage. Or was part fish.

     Turning around to face her fresh husband, Skuld gave him a sweet smile. The sight of his face lightening up gave her an euphoric sensation, she liked when sims made her feel good, and why wouldn't they want to make her feel great about herself?
     Did you enjoy your shower? She new her deep voice drove him crazy in the supposedly good way.
     Yes honey, did you enjoy the view? That stupid grin again. But atleast women envied her him, for some reason.

     Stroking her hands slowly over his body, she enjoyed seeing the power she had over him. She gave a couple of extra strokes, giggling kindly and went: Oh I love how soft and tubby your tummy is!! That insecure face he pulled was priceless so she went: Is something wrong? Aren't you happy?
     Ofcourse I'm happy. He looked at his wife, she didn't mean anything by it. He was the one beeing overly sensitive. That face and those honest eyes didn't mean it that way.

     Why did it have to be this sunny? She didn't even like sun, she liked storms and rain, cold snow whipping her skin and getting stuck in her lashes. Why sun and even more sun? Why did everyone always want to go on vacation to sunny places? Cattle. The only one that was different was her, sims were just so simple and useless. Just look at them!

     Ofcourse she'd dress properly like a tourist, she was to good looking not to. And it entertained her when the men stared, and their girlfriends gave angry glares. She was better then them, and they all knew it. Ofcourse the guys would wish their respective other was as good as her. Skuld tried not to smile, maybe sun wasn't that bad after all.
     Even better was that she'd gotten rid of Ian, he'd fallen asleep after even more sex. Didn't that guy ever get enough of that? How many times would she have to endure that insanely boring thing before getting out of it? She'd find a way though, she always did. But most likely she would have to be a bit patient.

     There weren't a lot of things to do in this way to sunny place. A few shops that were closed for three hours in the middle of the day. A tiny little museum, that was incredibly boring even for beeing a museum. It mainly consisted of old garbage they'd picked up from the bottom of the sea. The locals were even more dull then that sorry excuse for a park. And even if she liked beeing looked at, there was a limit to how many stares even she could take.

     Skuld ended up on another boring beach, it looked like all the other beaches that was present. There was sand everywhere, and water. Water and sand, sand and water. Well, there were other things at this beach to, like tons of vegetation and a lavatory, but the sand was definitly the big thing. She wanted to go back home and continue her research. The sooner she could find a way to become forever young, the better. She'd looked for some clue throughout her youth, but still hadn't found any.

     Watching the sky slowly changing colour, the endless sun and heat finally started dampening a bit to her great happiness. Counting the days until she could go home; still two days; Skuld ended up staring over the water as the last couple finally left. Clearly having her around wasn't according to their plan. Fine with her, less sims less irritation for her.
     Sand between toes was another highly overrated joy cattle felt, and Skuld was mildly annoyed by it crawling into her sandals. How could anyone in their right mind enjoy this? How come everyone was so useless, and unintelligent.

     Simoleons! I want simoleons now! Skuld slowly turned around to face the ragged, shaky voice. A filthy guy who clearly needed a wash and a trip to some rehabsentre, was pointing a small knife at her. Really? Was she supposed to be intimidated by this excuse of a lifeform? She couldn't stand sims that weren't perfect. He was probably a druggie, she really couldn't stand druggies either. It was probably one of those really cheap drugs to, or else he'd wash himself. Maybe it was that type that made sims eat eachothers faces. It would've been quite funny if someone ate this guys face.

     And where do you think I have all those simoleons? She said sarcastically, he wasn't high now atleast, probably needed something to buy more. The idiot... Kind of a shame really. She liked destroying pretty things. To bad he wasn't pretty. He wasn't all that bad either though, pretty enough maybe? Could do in a pinch?
     In your purse.... Really? He wanted to be a robber with that insecurity?
      And where is this purse, genious? She didn't have a purse with her.
      He stood staring at her a long time, the jaw hanging on his chest before finally: Give me a blowjob, or I'll kill you! I swear I will!!

     Really? Like she was ever going to do that. Holding a small smile back she did her best sounding scared: Oh no, please mister. I'll do what you say, just please don't hurt me. 
     The guy looked surprised, not expecting it to work. But he was capable of taking her behind the gross lavatory. What an idiot...

Skuld stuck her head out from the side of the shack, checking if someone were present. The coast seemed to be clear. The beaches heavy shrubbery covered her from pretty much every angle there was. Well, her and what was left of the wannabe criminal. He really shouldn't have brought his own knife, but it had made it a lot easier for her. He had to have been sick in some way, as he hadn't looked quite like he should on the inside. The colouring was a bit off, and there was some bloating.

     Grabbing the deads ankles she pulled it out to the sea, letting him float there. Someone might eventually find him, but she'd be long gone by then. Standing to her hips in the water, Skuld felt the sky opening finally letting out some long wanted rain. It would wash away a lot of things, making it harder for the police to find signs of what had happened. And if they did, so what? What were they going to compare it to? What were even the odds that someone discovered that secluded spot, and found anything after the rain ended?

     Even to the end, he'd actually thought she'd give a blowjob. If you were going to be a sexual predator, atleast he could've tried beeing a bit dangerous. When she'd wrestled him to the ground, he'd been surprised and hadn't even tried fighting back. Then she'd taken the knife from him and he'd cried just like a beated puppy when she'd started cutting him; begging for mercy.
     What an amazing rush it had been seeing someones life disappear. Not to mention messy. And she was practically naked so bloodsplatter wasn't a problem. It was good beeing a genious. No one would miss him, no one would give him an honorable funeral. Which meant that no one would look into it. She'd let the knife stay with him, and there were sharks in the waters; sim- eating sharks. If he ever popped back up, there'd be practically nothing left of the corpse.
     She even remembered taking her sunglasses with he.

     Why do you insist on hiding? We can help eachother you know? I have something you want, you have something I want....
     She just hoped it wasn't going to turn around, then it'd see her.

     What the fuck was this shit?! Here she'd been having a perfectly great day, and now this crap? Wasn't she even going to get a good nights sleep after that amazing day, without dreaming about filthy sims that needed a bath? It was probably Ians snoring that made it happen, he was such an idiot! Why had she thought it was a good idea marrying him again?

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poses: sea, extraordinaire, buhudain, eunsims,ag, sicialiaforever

So, generation three finally! Yay! And for the record, I'm aware that people with drugproblems, alcoholics etc doesn't look like that male sim. I did it that way because I wanted a contrast to Skulds well- groomed look. 
And I wasn't sure how to add Ians dumpster- diver careere as accepted by Skuld, but when I realized what they actually find in those dumpsters, it was pretty easy.

Thanks for reading

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Marco Sleitinn

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charismatic, daredevil, disciplined, irresistible lucky [great kisser, brave]

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The undisputed heir of generation 2, Marco likes the ladies and the feeling is mutual. That doesn't stop him from making not very thought through plans that blows up in his pretty face. Good thing he's a lucky bastard or he probably would've been dead a long time ago.

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2.32 What about that happy ending

     Effie didn't want to make one single mistake, even a small one: Are you sure you're okay with it?    They had stayed together for many years, and he wasn't willing to give her up. Not without a fight that was. She hadn't said anything against it exactely, but she wasn't the only one he could loose.
     I still think it's a good idea, Marea tried to reassure him again: I won't ask you to choose between us if that's what you're worried about.

     So you're actually fine with it? He asked her one more time, just one more trying to see signs she might be hiding from him. Not that she'd done that before, but one could never be to careful.
     Sighing and pulling a face at him, she said: I've already told you I'm fine with it Twiggy. Now stop nagging or I'll get angry. She didn't care if it was his birthday or not, how many times did she have to listen to him asking. She'd answered him already! Gah, boys were so annoying.

     Not that Efraim would ever admit it, but he was nervous about aging up. He'd be the first one to leave this massive nest of testosterone. What if he screwed up and all his plans just went down the drain? What if he had to move back in after failing miserably! Maybe he should stay with them until he was sure he'd gotten a stable job and income. Just to be on the safe side.

     No, he couldn't. He was pretty sure he'd get the job he applied to, and if he was to get where he wanted at the right time, he had to start now! He was going to get a house, marry Marea and have children; two or three. He was going to make a good living and buy her lots of pretty stuff, spoil their future kids rotten and be a good husband and father. And more importantly, he was going to keep her safe! No way were their kids going to grow up without a mum like he had to.
     Not that he was mad about it any more, even if it still was unfair. But he didn't wish it on anyone. Especially his own kids.

     Domino was not impressed with all the noise, and didn't get what the fuss was all about. He didn't like it when he wasn't the centre of attention.

     He didn't grow up to be a looker, but Marea seemed impressed enough atleast. Turned out aging up wasn't so scary after all.

     After the guests had helped themselves to cake, and things slowed a bit down, Effie had a private conversation with his father. Joe couldn't help but wonder how his son had turned out so great with him as a dad though. But maybe that's what all parents thought.
     Effie started: So dad, I've been thinking.... Pulling a deep breath he continued: Marea and me have decided on moving in together, and we would love to have you come live with us.
      Joe couldn't help but beeing a bit surprised, he remembered Marco and Oriana living together with their parents, but that family had never been normal.

     Effie, I'd love to, he said with sincerity: But you know I'm a lot better now. It's not right that you and your girlfriend babysit me. That and he didn't want them to, he had his pride damnit. No parent want to be shackles for their childred! On the other hand, it meant he'd be having first hand contact with his soon- to- be grandchildren. Because he was going to have grandchildren soon! It didn't matter if they wanted kids or not, what was imporant was what he wanted.

     It's not like that! Effie said; We'll love to have you live with us, you and Ronin! I'll get a place with a big garden and he can come stay with us. Better with a unicorn then a guarddog after all.
     That was the sweetest thing Joe had ever heard, his son even thought about the unicorn... Doing his best to avoid mancrying, Joe answered: Then I'd love to come and stay with you.

      Ofcourse everyone was present for the grand day. Not that it was an official party, there were plenty enough of them already. To Lucrecias great joy, her and Skuld had birthdays the same day. But she didn't really mind this time around, she was finally going to be an adult, and would be able to leave this place. Not that it hadn't been a good place to live, but she was ready to live a bit, especially without all those sims around her at every single second of the day.

     Lucrecia wasn't the only one that was ecxited, Skuld couldn't wait for her own age- up either. Finally she'd be able to get away from her overprotective dad, and Bashirs eagle eyes constantly watching her every move. She tried her hardest to pretend she wasn't excited and forced out an honest looking smil.

     Lucky would go first, ofcourse. Let the silly little dramaqueen go first, so she can leave and become one of the cattle that walked around in the city. Skuld herself couldn't wait to get out, but she'd learned how the be patient over the years. Most times atleast.

     And just like that, Lucky was an adult that even had cake. Everyone liked cake didn't they? She'd even figured out what careere she wanted to pursue- and there was no way she'd get a family for a long while! She'd miss beeing surrounded by sims, but she'd love to be alone for a while to. Just her and the tellie! And she'd be alone in choosing the program she wanted to watch! She was going to watch tv naked!

     The turn then came to skuld, who knew very well what she wanted to do with her life!

     Aging up really wasn't as awesome as she'd anticipated. Why had the others acted like it was so intense? She was sure she'd just gotten a bit taller. What a bummer. None of it matter though, as this meant she was free to do whatever she wanted.

     After the cake was eaten, and most of the talking was done, Lucrecia retreated a bit just to find herself owerwhelmed with emotions. She was nervous about moving, but also sad because of her mum that couldn't be there with her. Wondered what she would have said to her, and now dad was going to be all alone without her! She'd already bought a place with the lifeinsurance that was left from her mum, but that also meant that she'd never see the home she'd build for herself, or to see her succeed.

     Ofcourse Bashir had followed his daughter, he was going to stare at her for every precious little second that she was still here, just to be on the safe side. He didn't like it when she cried, but he was a tad better with emotions than Marco was, so he just hugged her. It was probably just some last minute nerves anyway. As long as it worked, it didn't matter did it?

     I'm not going to keep up a vegetarian lifestyle, Lucky confessed to her dad. She was all for vegetables and stuff, but there were to many perks for her to eat meat. Mainly the taste if she was going to be honest.
      Bashir tried not to be to disappointed, maybe he'd been a bit strickt on that: Oh.. okay. Well, that's your choice. But what about dairy products, you can quit eating that and it would still matter.... Atleast he'd gotten under Efraims skin.
     Dad.

     You know it's a lot easier to get pregnant if you have a vegetarian lifestyle? It'll be a lot easier for you to give me grandchildren then. I kind of want to have somewhere between five and ten...  you might need a little farm of your own to feed all those kids though.

     Aha... ha... Lucrecia pretended she wasn't as awkward as she actually felt: Nice try dad... He didn't actually believe she'd get pregnant right after aging up did he? She didn't have any interest in getting pregnant.
     What do you mean nice try? I want grandkids, I'm getting old here.. Do you have a boyfriend?
      Daaad!! Gross! She didn't have one, and it wasn't like one needed one to have babies anyway: You'll just have to wait already! Besides, I've decided I want to focus on my careere first. I'm going into law...
      NO! He hadn't seen that coming a mile away.

     Clearing his throat, Bashir tried again: Don't be a cop. It's not like in the movies, not at all. How come dad knew so much about this anyway: Just ask your uncle, he'll tell you the truth. It's a hard life, and it's dangerous. He couldn't lose his daughter to! How was this even fair?

     Dad... dad... breathe dad: Lucrecia interrupted him: I'm not going to be a cop. I mean a dna analyser. It's just a fancy word for labrat. Like she had any interest in beeing a policeofficer, she'd grown up with Marco after all. She didn't want a life like that. He kept getting called for 24- 7.
      Really? He still didn't like it
      Yes, really. She assured him: it means that the worst case scenario is that I'll take a look at the crimescene after the cops have made sure it's all safe. And that's just at the beginning, eventually I'll be a pure labrat. No guns and no criminals unless they are dead. And then still it'll just be their clothes or saliva or blood and stuff like that.

     But you're right, she continued: It's not at all like it is on tv. She had checked a bit around ofcourse, and figured she'd find her choice of specialization after working for a while.
     Letting out a deep sigh, Bashir still wasn't to happy. But a labrat couldn't be to dangerous. She sure didn't have that from his side of the family, but what she didn't know couldn't harm her. Atleast not in this case.

     Marco had a bit different conversation with his little doll: Are you leaving your old dad? 
     Skuld smiled at him, he was such an idiot for a smart guy: I'm not technically leaving daddy, it's just that I'd love to go to college. I want to try my intelligence you know. 
      But can't you take some courses online or something instead. College campuses are dangerous for young women... They were, she'd be a lot safer at home with him!

     I know dad, but I've looked around and they rent out houses for single students, so I don't have to live in a dorm. I'll just work next to studying...
      A house of her own? That sounded dangerous. But a lot better than a dorm with alcohol, and drunk, horny fratboys without any respect for innocent babygirls like his. And she couldn't work next to her classes. That meant she'd have to work after class, which meant she had to walk home after dark: Absolutely not! I'll pay for a house for you outside campus, and get you a car! You're not allowed to walk or bike around on your own.

     Dad, Skuld pretended he hadn't said exactely what she'd expected him to: It's nice of you, but I'll be fine. 
     I know you're a grown woman now Skuld, but please let me do this. You'll get a scholarship without any problems to pay for the rest of the expenses, and I'll take care of the rest. 
     Pretending to give up, she said: If it makes it easier for you daddy...
     What's best for my little doll is what's best for me, Marco exclaimed.
     Skuld had gotten exactely what she wanted. An expensive college degree, or several, all payed by her dad and the town. And she wasn't even planning on doing something useful with them. But a college out of town, might be the best place to try and find something about eternal life.... She wanted that potion damnit!

     As everything calmed down, the two cousins decided to have a little chat: It'll be great getting out of here, Skuld said making it clear that she meant getting away from Lucky. But she had long stopped caring about the tiny stings Skuld always let out: Yeah, I can't wait either. 
     Touching her hair, Skuld bit her lip and looked at her again: It was a shame with you and Biorn. But that's just how it is when you're not worth fighting for... She finished it off with a way to kind smile. It was so kind and honest that it looked grotesque. Skuld just continued: You just aren't as good as me in the end Lucky. Just look at Ian, after all these years he still follows me around like a good dog.

     It was Lucrecias time to smile this time though: What do you mean Ian? 
     Skuld didn't seem to understand, beeing a genious and all: What do you mean? She sounded like a parrot.
     Smiling a similar big smile, Lucky said: Ian's engaged to get married. Think your dog found himself another bitch to run after.

     Ian had found someone else? Ian couldn't find someone else, he was supposed to be hers! She didn't want to take care of a household, she wanted someone to take care of her!! Who would run her errands like Ian always had?

     She ran into him at the liquor store, not by accident ofcourse but he didn't need to know that.
     Hi Skuld, that stupid grin on his face was back immideately: You look great. Ofcourse she looked great, how stupid was that guy anyway? She'd always looked great.
     She just jumped into it: Ian... she started: I realized something when I aged up... she looked him in the eyes when she talked to make it seem more inteze. Men were suckers for eyecontact for some reason: I think I'm in love with you.

     Then she kissed him, carefully and without seeming to eager. Which she wasn't anyway, but the important thing was that he didn't get it. It kind of felt like sucking on a sponge.
He didn't pull away from her, not even seeming remotely hesitant. She leaned against his chest, whispering: Be with me instead.
     Skuld, he still kept her in his arms: I'm engaged to someone else...
     But I'm the one you love isn't it? She looked up at him again, did her very best to pretend she really cared.

     Ofcourse I love you, I always have. But I can't just....
     She interrupted him: I'm leaving for college Ian. don't you want to assure me you are mine, before I go away all on my own? She was a master in letting out threats, and still make it sound like they weren't. She saw how deep he swallowed at the thought of her and a bunch of horny collegeguys. Like she'd even consider letting anyone touch her like that.

     Okay... he finally said after a way to short break. I'll break up with her and be with you.
     Her smile had never seemed more honest: I love you so much Ian!

     This was going to fast for him, with Efraim, Lucrecia and even Joe was out of the house. This place was getting empty and quite and he swore the house got bigger every day. He didn't like seeing everyone leaving the house. And to make it worse...

     Why were they doing this to him? Couldn't his little babyboys have stayed babies? And poor little Jarl that had never fit in anywhere? What would he do without his strong daddy to protect him? He was going to cry soon, not mancrying but real crying!

     Marco was sure he'd seen that face somewhere before....    
     Jarl didn't get less awkward in adulthood but he'd lived through school hadn't he? And now he could finally get away from his not- so- lovely sister. But something a lot better was going on.

     Him and Odin were the same age!

     And all of a sudden the last of Marcos little babies were adults. What was this world coming to? He didn't want to be all alone in the big house! Not that he told anyone ofcourse, he was still a guy, but come on! How was this even fair? No one even mentioned anything about when the kids grew up.

     He did his best to haul out the little time he had left with them. He just didn't want them to leave him: What are you boys going to do with your lives then? Marco wanted them to be happy, but maybe they could stay?
     I'm going into acting, just like mum! Odin proclaimed.
    What? Why couldn't he get a real job? But he was his dad, and needed to be supportive: That's... that's great Odin. Just like your mother. And nothing like him at all. Was that supposed to happen?

     Laughing all of a sudden he finally said: Sheesh, relax dad! I'm not going to be an actor! 
     Letting out a heavy breath, he couldn't hold back a relieved laughter himself, and listened to Odin as he kept talking: I'm not sure, I'm thinking about becoming a doctor actually.
     Doctor? That's a commendable job. That was impressive actually. But if he managed it was another thing. He did have the brains for it according to the experts, but Marco had just never been truly convinced about it.

     What about you then Jarl? Marco hadn't forgotten about his other son, or what he could do. But he'd never shown any special interest in anything either. Wonder where they got their ideas from?
     I've applied for a job at the science centre, he said. I think I might make a difference there. Maybe plantbabies eventually can become an option for childless sims. 
     This was to good to be true, Marco couldn't believe those two small and big crybabies would be a doctor and a scientist! He had the best genes.

     I'm so proud of you two....he swallowed the mancrying: But where will you live? What will you two do? How will you manage in the meantime? 
     Sheesh dad... Odin assured him: We're moving in with Lucky whilst we're in the starterface. 
     Turned out she didn't love beeing along all that much in the end.. Jarl broke in. Damnit! He just didn't have way of keeping them with him did he? They were actually going to leave him!

     Then before he even knew what happened, all his kids left for university. What was he going to do now, the house was so big and empty. When had he gotten so old?

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Yay, another anti- climax! I like it when sims do things on their own, so I'll let SP take over their lives.

Well, I let SP take over, except I had to marry Marea and Efraim off to eachother. Look how derpy they look together. Their kids will be so geeky and since he knocked her up already the nerdy kids are already on their way.

Skuld is still heir but I decided to send the kids to college to play around with a bit. It doesn't give her any advantages so I figured it wasn't cheating. Joe didn't move out before the end of the generation, and don't worry about Marco, him and Bashir are still living together. Bashir and Joe almost instantly started dating some young adults (gross) and Marco ended up with Ally. Then they broke up and he also started dated a young adult (still gross). But I figured they earned it.   

thanks for reading