I am Dr. Carl Hawking, world famous astronomer.
I live at my observatory with my daughter Tesla and LaShawn. It is LaShawn’s job to take care of Tesla while I am busy with my telescope, and yet she cannot even help with a child’s homework?
LaShawn believes that our brief time upon the couch has created a child in a more normal way than Tesla was created.
Normal is boring.
I had believed, when the aliens removed me from my telescope again, that they were going to ask about Tesla. However, this was an entirely different group of aliens.
They were every bit as rude about dropping me off as the first.
LaShawn took much worse to being pregnant than I did. She took no care with herself at all.
She had bought an old clunker of a car, determined to fix it up and sell it off so that we would have some money.
I do not understand what else she thinks we need that would require her to put both herself, and Tesla in danger of those flying sparks.
And helping Tesla with her flying practice might have been a good deed, and a normal part of her duties normally, but she is far too likely to fall. You would never see me having such a disregard for my own health while I was pregnant.
Which I was.
Tesla was extremely interested in the child I carried within me. She, of course, knew that that was how she came to be. Perhaps she was hoping for another with purple skin like hers?
LaShawn continued to work on the car all through her pregnancy.
Until the time came for her to give birth.
We decided to name the boy Edwin. LaShawn completely refused to accept my choice of name, Hubble, but did allow us to use his first name. I see no reason she should have had a problem with naming him after the scientist that one of the greatest telescopes ever built was named after.
I did my share of taking care of Edwin during the day while my telescope was not in use. No one can say I am not a good father.
LaShawn, on the other hand went right back to work on that car of hers.
Meanwhile Tesla had learned everything she could learn about Mechanical things.
I suppose the money from the car was helpful. The addition of a large nursery, where all of the toys and babies could be stored did clear up space in the dining room.
And of course, the child I myself gave birth to would need some room.
LaShawn had nothing to do with the birth of this child, so she had nothing to do with naming her. My original plan was to name the child Galileo, but she turned out to be another girl. Therefore I named her Galilei, Galileo’s last name and a more feminine version of the name.
LaShawn was friends with our neighbor Rose Willow who was *also* green. I had not thought anything of it when she turned up green, because the only aliens I had met at the time were the same purple Tesla was.
However, when she went straight to Gally and picked her up, I did have to wonder. Gally’s other birth parent did not have hair, so I admit to being a little worried that she would grow up into leaves. My children were *aliens* not *plants*.
Tesla continued to practice her flying. I suppose if LaShawn’s hobby is for the benefit of the children, I can put up with it.
It seemed like no time at all before it was time for Edwin’s first birthday. I, of course, was the one to bring him to the cake. I was not sure how well he would do transitioning, since he did not have his sister’s ability to fly.
He did quite well. I should not be surprised, after all, he is also my child, and while LaShawn is not my intellectual equal, she is not a dullard by any means. (As if I would allow such a person around my children)
I went back to my telescope, assured LaShawn could handle the rest of the night and no longer fatigued by my own pregnancy.
She not only could handle such things as potty training, but she actually wished to do so. Perhaps I need to rethink my stance on her intelligence.
LaShawn was still working on her newest car when it was time for Gally to grow up.
Like her sister, she was covered with sparkles I could not capture.
Tesla met her siblings at the play table, although why they were drawing instead of playing with blocks, I do not know. Gally loves blocks as much as Tesla does, while Edwin prefers his logic toy. Perhaps he will follow me into science. Of course, he does not have my name…
LaShawn felt the need to draw me down onto the couch once more and give the new toddlers a lesson in anatomy. Thinking more on it, I’m not entirely sure such knowledge is necessary at this stage in their development, especially for Edwin who is fully human. She informed me afterword that she heard a lullaby once again.
Fall for the Willows next!
LaShawn is a family sim. Yet never once has she rolled a want to get engaged or married. To have a baby, yes, but not to marry him. Mind you, I don’t think I’d want to marry him either. He’s a knowledge sim with a want to be Education Minister (not likely). She’s a family sim with a want to marry off 6 children. Normally that would be a doable want, but since so many of the kids in the family are not hers (and I don’t have the bigger family size hack), it might not be possible. He, after all, wants to be abducted 5 times and is more likely to get that want. After all, the multi PT hack has 4 different aliens.
Stats
Sims: 10 (+2)
Sim Multiplier: 1
Population: 10