Thursday, August 4, 2016

Generation Six — Chapter Six: Swiftly Fly the Days …

     Rory and Ericka had their fourth child, Jett, who turned out to also be lavender in skin tone. This threw Rory’s theory entirely out-of-the-window. He felt sure about all the data he’d collected, his analysis, and yet half of his children were human Sim toned and the other half lavender like him. The only things the four had in common, in fact, were that they all had their parents’ red hair, and that they were all boys.
The Cantrell lineage still remained a majority of males. He thought about having yet another child, in the hopes a girl might present herself, but he was getting up there in days and while Ericka was still rather young — he wasn’t sure how she did it, but she was just now approaching her adulthood. Likely, it was just time to concentrate on his career.
In the interim, James and Johnny, while neither of them were scholars, were lively teens. James had a female Sim for a friend, Clare Mena, but so far, Rory couldn’t tell if there was a young romance going on under his nose or if this friendship, somehow remained platonic. If so, he was going to have to have a talk with that boy. Until he got himself into a serious relationship, Rory felt it incumbent on himself to remain the Patriarch. 
With the event of Jett, Rory sought a Nanny. Gramps, while immortal, seemed to be showing signs of slowing down. He slept a lot. He still kept on top of the constantly broken plumbing in this place. Perhaps, because this house had been his, from its inception. Rory just wanted to give the friendly, loving spectre a bit of a break. Babies could be tedious, after all.
The Nanny hung around even during James’ birthday party. Rory did notice the Nanny made sure Jaron completed his homework. And during the full swing of the festivities, Rory also saw him busily spraying under all four boys’ beds. At one point, he even heard him speaking to someone, or something. “So nice to see you again,” the Nanny said. Rory thought about firing the guy. He sounded a tad crazy. Or he took his job so seriously, he simply didn’t have a life. Maybe that’s why he chose to ‘hang out’ for the evening.

Rory sat down and watched a bit of television. Things were changing. His boys were growing up, even little Jett, a baby just moments ago, was ready for school. He shook his head. The days just flew by. Ericka joined him, sitting on the couch.
“Watcha watching?” she said, as she plopped down next to him, endangering the bowl of popcorn she carried.
“Just channel surfing.”
“You all right? You seem a little melancholy.”

“I just can’t get over how quickly the children are growing. Soon, Johnny will be out of school, too. James is a young adult. He’ll have to make a decision about his career. Marry a nice girl, settle down. Make us grandparents. I don’t know, guess I’m just a little tired. Last night was some party, eh?”
“Hm. I think everybody had fun.”
“I’m sorry Clare opted to miss it. I thought those two were friends.”
Friends, yes,” Ericka said, “but I don’t think there’s much of a spark between them.”
“None, that I’ve detected, anyway.” Ericka yawned. “I’m going to go to bed.”
“Yeah, me too. I’ll be right up.” Rory snapped off the large-screen TV and followed his wife up to bed. 

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