Hey, sorry guys, but as you can see in my posts, the majority of their pictures have been deleted. I understand this is because they’re no longer in my upload-thingy on WordPress, and unfortunately, I did not make back-up copies on my file… Anyway, I saved what I could, so I hope you’ll just bear with me while I try to create new content in order to mask the picture-less content I have created so far. The Harrington Legacy will, for now, be continued, though at the moment I might also work on another piece of work that’s a lot more serious, or at least more difficult for me to do as a writer.
The Harrington Legacy 1.10: Couldn’t You Have Waited Five More Minutes?
Last chapter, I told you that me, the baby, and even Johnny needed a distraction from his own playing. It was in the best interest of all of us.
So naturally, I distracted him in the only way I knew how.
“I’m tough, aren’t I? Look at these… snipers!” I said while flexing my massive arms.
“Snipers?” Johnny asked, clearly confused by my straight lingo.
“Ya, you know… guns! Straight guys call them that!”
“…I don’t think they call them snipers though…”
Clearly, Johnny doesn’t talk to enough straight people, but I let it go. After all, peasants could only learn so much. It made sense that he didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Johnny… Am I tough?” I asked. It was a silly question, but it’s obvious that I’m fierce, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“Mm… Very.” Johnny’s breath tickled my neck. God, he was acting so manly right now…
Or at least he was, until I swept him off his feet with my awesome moves.
It was romantic, even if he was a horrible kisser. “I’d rather lock lips with a seal.” I remember thinking, yet once we disentangled ourselves, I didn’t feel that way at all.
“Let’s… do it.” Johnny said. He had the silliest look on his face, which made me think of that one cartoon where the wolf-thing runs into a painted wall… I mean, he looked like he had just ran into a wall. I would have dialed 9-1-1 if he hadn’t looked so happy just then! Anyway, back to the romance.
“You want to…? Uh, sure. I thought you wouldn’t want to since I’m like this, but if you want to…”
“I do. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
And we did. It was a beautiful night, and everything seemed to be just perfect…
Until a few moments after, when I felt the worse pain I’ve ever endured in my life.
The Harrington Legacy 1.9: There is No “I” in Normal
I’ve finally realized it darlings! I’m not fat! Yesterday, I saw a pregnant woman walking the streets, and compared to me, she was an elephant! Obviously, I don’t eat a lot either… I’m just pregnant! I mean, it’s normal to eat like this when you’re “with child” (as the older folks say), isn’t it? When this infant’s born, I’ll be back to my skin ‘n bones self! Oh man, I’ll be soooo sexy!
…But until then, it couldn’t hurt to have a second dish, could it?
I decided that because Johnny was still asleep, I’d try to play his instrument.
From now on, I think I’d rather leave playing that thing to the professionals.
Yikes! Maybe “professional” is too strong of a word!
What do you think, Sugar-Lips? My husband’s not bad just because he’s not a professional yet, right?
Aww, thank you Sugar-Lips! You always know just what to say to little ‘o me when I’m down! My baby will be so happy to see you!
Still, you better keep a good eye on them while they’re under your care! If I come back from work and you’ve just let them run wild, there will be big trouble awaiting you!
Speaking of trouble…
I need to distract him. First it was my baby’s taste-buds, and now he’s trying to destroy its ears! My poor, poor baby…
The Harrington Legacy 1.8: Exciting
I just remembered that when I told you I got a job, I didn’t mention when I was going to start working. Oops! Welp, today’s the day, and I’m more eager than I think I’d have been a few days ago, when my baby bump wasn’t showing and I hadn’t been part of a shotgun wedding.
Part of me wants to believe it’s just because of the pregnancy, but I have cramps literally everywhere! Boy, when Johnny told me that being in a kitchen was tough work, he wasn’t kidding!
Speaking of Johnny, guess who was sleeping like an angel when I came back home?
The same guy who woke up several hours before me, that’s who!
When I woke up though, I felt grateful for this. The counter was a mess, but it seemed Johnny had once again tried his hand at cooking. This time, it was just garden salad, which wasn’t that good even when professionally made, but I grabbed a bowl anyway, just as he was finishing up his…
Then I made a grilled cheese sandwich, because his cooking really was too awful for me and the baby. What, you think I’d avoid his cooking for my own selfish reasons?! I’m just trying to save the kid’s taste-buds here!
That’s what I told myself anyway.
“You’ll never believe what my manager told me!”
“Hm?”
“Apparently, there’s this new toy out that all the kids love! We have to buy it, Lord!”
“Hey… Are you listening?”
I wasn’t really, but you can bet that once John stood up, my eyes were trained on him. I could already guess what he was about to do, which was why I quickly set my food down, right before he came towards me with what I could only guess was his version of a panther crouching down, wiggling its hindquarters, and pouncing on its pretty, blonde-haired, blue-eyed and extremely gay prey.
Our kissing lasted a few minutes, but he just had to get his message out there!
“Hey Lord?”
*Sigh* “Make it fast.”
“I want to feel the baby.”
“…What?”
His words surprised me. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so instead I just stood still and watched as he disentangled himself from me and bent down slightly so he could reach my enlarged belly.
“I’m excited for this baby to arrive. Like, really really real-“
“I get it! You’re excited… That’s good. I’m excited too.”
It was too bad he had to go to work just then, or else we might have gotten a little too excited.
The Harrington Legacy 1.7: Living Together
You know, I thought having another cook around would be helpful, but neither of the meals he made in the middle of the night last night were very delicious. In fact, I think I might have food poisoning!
It’s not like I’m not grateful, of course. Besides, seeing that face of his when he wakes up in the morning is totally worth it.
Isn’t it, Sugar-Lips? You agree right?!
Not only do you agree, but you think I still look skinny? Aww, you’re so kind to me Sugar Lips! Now, where would I be without you?!
Oh, that’s right. I’d be reading “Love in the time of sandwiches”… Listen, I really really really like cooking, but I’ve never read a book as boring as that! I think next time, I’ll just settle for some smutty romance novel. That’s where a boy’s true passion lies!
Johnny’s been really helpful around the house lately, so much so that I promised to name the child after him, regardless of its gender. He didn’t seem to pleased when I told him that though- I wonder why.
Oh, and you know what’s funny about Johnny? He reads… on the john! *Ba dum tsh* Lame joke I know, but seriously, what sort of man did I marry?! Maybe it’s because he’s in the entertainment industry, but besides making out with me, all he wants to do is play the violin… Not that I’m really complaining about the former. Still, he’s really strange. Is this what it’s like to be married? I mean, I guess it could be worse, but…
Forget writing the rest of this chapter. I’m hungry, and this BLT Johnny made just went onto my “to do” list.
The Harrington Legacy 1.6: A Formal Apology
So last chapter, Johnny came over to my house again, two nights after we slept together and he left me once he learned that he was going to be my baby-daddy. It turns out he had something important to tell me!
“My dearest, I wish to take your hand in marriage, so I’ll never have to leave your side. You aren’t able to prevent this curse, so let’s embrace it! Please, let me be yours.” He whispered these words gently into my… my… Pfft! Sorry, you really thought he was that romantic?!
He literally just said “I’m sorry bro. Let’s elope.”
And who was I to refuse?
I gave him my father’s ring, since it was the only one I had on me. He didn’t have one, but that was fine.
His love is way more than even somebody like me deserves. I promise to try and savor it, so it doesn’t just disappear the next day.
I hope it doesn’t disappear. As soon as the ceremony was over and we went inside, he crashed in my bed, which was fine by me: I was tired too. Still, couldn’t he have spared some time for us?
Ah, well it doesn’t really matter: I’m just happy that we’re a family now.
The Harrington Legacy 1.5: Redecoration
I don’t really have much to tell you all today, other than the fact my house would make Prince’s dressing room jealo- Oh wait, am I allowed to talk about dead people in this story? I guess not until I become more famous than they are… You’ll help me, won’t you?
So, what are your thoughts on this? Personally, I’m a little sad that the TV’s gone, and the bed’s totally tacky, but it just wouldn’t have felt right to have a bed that was any colour other than pink. Also, I bought the violin just so the little gay prince (or princess) could grow up just like their other daddy. Thoughtful, isn’t it? Too bad he won’t be a part of their lives…
I got the Science kit just so I didn’t look like I was discriminating against straight kids or something. I mean, I know it won’t be straight if it’s a boy but… Man, what if I had a girl sim who didn’t want to enter a STEM field?! It’s absurd just to think about, which is why I decided I’d encourage her from a young age to-
Oh hey, I think I heard somebody knock.
Well, well, maybe I was wrong. He certainly looks like he wants to be a part of their life. Honestly, this feels just too good to be true.
The Harrington Legacy 1.4: It’s Okay To Be Alone
Ever since I found out that I am quite literally going to be a queen, I’ve been taking every opportunity to get my mind off it. I mean, I’m excited, but with Johnny ditching me I’m pretty scared, which is why I got a job doing dishes at a kitchen and have been practicing making different meals relentlessly in the hopes that I’ll be promoted. I probably won’t, but it certainly feels nice to try. Johnny’s just from cheap entertainer, but from what he told me yesterday he brings in a lot more than I do.
It’s fine though. As long as I can afford some small comforts, such as watching the cooking channel on this TV, I’m sure I’ll be fine.
Man, that guy has some nice, lean arms. I know I should be paying attention to the dish he’s preparing, but I wouldn’t mind having him on the side, if you know what I’m saying…
You probably don’t, which is fine: I’m not sure I know either. I think I just read it off of some advice magazine. Anyway, his cooking isn’t that impressive: What I made in my own kitchen right here is ten times better.
Mmmm, garden salad…
The Harrington Legacy 1.3: One Night To Rule Them All
Disclaimer: Hey, sorry guys, but I need to make replacement pictures for the ones I’ve lost on this chapter and a few other ones. I’ll get around to it when I can, but until then, please be patient!
It was an accident, okay? I didn’t really plan for it to happen, but one second we were softly pecking each other’s lips, the next moment there was a bed and fireworks. I can barely remember all that happened, but I knew that as soon as it happened, there was no way I was going to escape the curse.
So naturally, I sat down with a plate of the food I had made earlier and tried to explain. Honestly, I felt a little bad slapping that smile off his face, but it had to be done! I mean, just because I’m a diva doesn’t mean I’m heartless…
“Heh, so, erm, Johnny, my bro, my homie, whatever you straight-acting people say… You’re going to be a father.”
“…What?!”
“Uh, in my family, there’s this curse… Not only are all the boys man-lovers, but the firstborn is always exclusively gay… and he can get pregnant. Weird huh?”
“…”
“Johnny?”
“I’m leaving.”
And so, here I was left, with nothing to comfort me other than another plate of this delicious meal. Mmm, eating has always soothed my obese (and now pregnant) heart!
The Harrington Legacy 1.2: Victimhood
Did you think victim meant his life would be over? Don’t be silly.
By victim, I just mean I’m going to keep him trapped here for a night, and judging by the face he’s making right now, I don’t think he’ll mind.
Unfortunately, everything about him screams “I’m inexperienced!”
Whether it’s the way he hesitated to hold my hands,
or how bad he was at kissing…
“We’ll work on it.” I told him, after he asked just how terrible he was with a sad, puppy dog look on his handsome face.
And we did. We worked on it until I couldn’t feel my lips anymore.
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