Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Hi Mum, It's Sammy (Clone 63 - Part 6)

Things at home are going along very well. There may well be an available room upstairs that is officially mine but this is the place I want to be.

"Jer, just want to make sure you know. I love you."

"Right back at you, Sam. This exclusive dating idea, I think I like it."

I'm glad about that. I can't imagine saying no to Jericho, not with those big blue soulful eyes of his. But I want him to myself. It will tear me in two if he goes back to dating others. I seriously hope that he doesn't ask about it.

I do not understand how I ever slept in a bed by myself. There is something naturally relaxing about sleeping with someone you love.

The view first thing in the morning is good too. I love watching Jericho make breakfast, as long as he's dressed like that.

It does lead to the difficult question of which to bite first; breakfast or Jer. They are both pretty yummy looking.

Then again, it's a work day. I don't really have proper time to play with Jer. So I guess breakfast wins for the moment. I have to hustle and get myself ready for work.

As usual, the computer at work wanted to give me a hard time. I was attempting to fix it by using the "Glare of doom" but the computer neither died nor suddenly became cooperative.

"You stupid sod. Can't you do anything right? Damn it! Damn it!" It's time to open a window and throw this machine out. Or maybe not even open the window first.

"Um, excuse me? What did you say?" A soft nervous voice made me jerk my head up from the idiot machine. The red head in the chair looked ready to bolt out the door.

"Sorry, miss, I was talking to this idiot machine."

"If that was talking, I would hate to be around when you start seriously yelling." She scratched her head nervously, looking around the room.

"You'd have known before opening the door if I'd really been angry." She was looking at everything in the room but me. Well, I could wait, it's not like there is that much to look at in here.

"Not much of a place, is it?"

"No, miss. It's a small department in a small town. The magazines are so ancient, the library won't keep them. This computer belongs in a museum, not in an office. And everything else here is about as boring as you can possibly find." I think she might finally be working up to look at me.

"It can't be nice to be here all day." I finally caught her glancing at me.

"It's a job and it pays the rent. That's what's really important, isn't it?" I paused for a moment. "Speaking of my job, what can I do for you?"

"It's umm," she paused again. She must be incredibly shy, I wonder how long it took for her to even come here. "It's my dog, Raven. I was away for the weekend. Next door always feed Raven in the back yard when I'm gone. When I got home today, I realised that Raven was gone and the people next door aren't positive when they last saw him."

"Ok, I'll need a few more details from you. Just let me get up the form first." I'm now an expert at this Lost and Found form, I just wish a few people would report something found.

"I'll need your name and address please."

"My name is Kalee Koko."

"Could you spell that please? Last name first?"

"That's Kay Oh Kay Oh. First name Kay Ay El Ee Ee. I live at 69 Rachelle Lane." Ok she's not over in the wealthy section of town, just a normal middle class area.

"Ok, you said the dog is Raven, male. Breed?"

She got up and started pacing around. "He's a black Labrador Retriever."

I was typing away. I wonder if there are any typing courses around town. It's obvious that I need some work on the skill."You wouldn't happen to have entered him in the pet show that's coming up?"

"Good heavens no. He has papers but we've never trained him for shows. Or even basic obedience classes I fear."

"Ok, that's everything I need for the report. We'll be in touch if we find him."

"I hope it's soon. I'm so worried about him."

It wasn't more than 5 minutes after Miss Koko left that the door opened again. A red letter day, two visitors in a single day.

"Police Office Jared Van Allen, reporting for duty."

I stood up, very puzzled by the fact that someone was saluting me. "What the hell is this all about? For goddess's sake, don't salute me."

He looked a bit bemused by my statement. "I was told the senior officer was on duty here today. You always salute the senior officer in my old division."

"The senior officer is here, but he's in the office over there." I waved my hand toward the one door that didn't lead to the toilets. "I'm the new guy, they haven't officially made me a policeman just yet."

"Is this a big station then?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yep, huge. There's me, Felipe Marshall on patrol duty and Chuck Darnell-Hobble who is the senior officer." I motioned around at the obvious hordes of people. "I'm surprised you haven't been trampled by the crowd yet."

He laughed, "I can see I'll have to be careful. I've transferred here from Bridgeport, I've never seen a station with fewer then 20 officers on duty at a time." He gave me a sharp look. "Did you mention your name yet? You won't be 'New Guy' after today."

"Oh, sorry, I'm Sam Grant. Pleased to meet you Jared." After today, I might not be the new guy but I will still be the lowest ranking policeman in town. I looked around but the station was as quiet as usual. "I'll take you in to see our senior officer."

"Chuck, there's a new officer just transferred in today. You were probably expecting him?"

"Yes, Sam, I was expecting a new officer, though the exact date wasn't clear."

"Well, I guess I should go back and mind the desk. If you'll excuse me?" I started toward the office door.

"No Sam, stay. It's not like there is a crime wave in the office, is there?" I nodded, that was a definite point. There might be all of three phone calls and one office visit per a busy day.

We moved to sit around the tiny coffee table in Chuck's office. After the austere white outer room, this one was almost overwhelmingly colourful.

"So, you would be Jared Van Allen? Why did you apply for a transfer from Bridgeport and accept an offer from this station?"

"Well, sir," Jared started.

"Just call me Chuck. It's not really the kind of town where you find a lot of formalities."

"Basically, Chuck, being a cop in Bridgeport is stressful. I love it when I can help people, retrieve stolen goods, put away the bad guys. But in Bridgeport, it's overwhelming. There's street gangs, fighting, drugs and don't get me started on vampires. I prefer staying well away from them."

"So you agreed to work here because?"

"It sounds like a lovely town. I'm sure there will be things for the police to do, but nothing like Bridgeport."

"So, spend the rest of the day settling in. Sam can show you the town before work in the morning, and you should come here before you set off for the day. I'll rustle up a police cell phone for you and that should get you started."

"That sounds great."

"All right with you, Sam?"

"Yes Chuck. Jared and I can meet here at 7:30, that will give us a little time to tour town before work officially starts for the day."

"Right, Jared, off you go." Chuck waited until Jared was gone. "Sam, there are a couple of things I wanted to mention to you. The first is that the annual police ball is coming up. You'll find that your pay is 100 simoleons short this week to pay for two tickets. It's a tradition for all the police to come with someone for the evening."

"So I might as well bring a date since I've already paid for them?"

"That's our plan. And I've noticed that you've been submitting lost pet reports?"

"There was another one today. That makes three. I'm wondering what to do about them."

Chuck looked me firmly in the eye and said, "Do nothing. Lost pets are not really our problem, we just take the reports to make the owners feel a little better."

"But Chuck, those owners are stressed and they think we will do something about it."

"Not on my watch, we won't. We have enough to do without worrying about a lost cat."


The science lab summoned Jericho and I late in the afternoon. We rushed over to hear the progress report on how the baby was coming along. We were about to get a couple of surprises.

The first surprise was that it wasn't a progress report. They had babies for us. The second surprise was that we were getting two babies, not just one. Our son was definitely Jericho's boy. Our daughter has my skin tones, not Jericho's.

"Jericho, did you know that there were two?"

"Well, the lab rang the day after they took our blood. The technician asked if I was ok if they duplicated the experiments to increase the chance of success. I told them if that was more likely to produce a baby, of course it was ok."

"I wish you had mentioned it."

"Sam, if I had known we were definitely getting two babies, I would have. But what if one of them had died? Or both?" He tickled our little girl in his arms.

"Then we would have mourned together. Don't keep me in the dark about the important stuff." I looked at the bundle of blue in my arms. "So, what do you name a baby boy 'Strider? "

"Aww, what an adorable little fish he is. A little Goby."

"Goby Seastrider, I think that will do nicely, Jericho. What do you think, Goby?" I snuggled our son who seemed very content.

"Your turn Sam. What should we call our girl?"

I thought for a moment. "Monica. I think she's Monica."

Jericho snuggled our little girl. "Welcome to the family Monica Grant."

We had to make a few stops on the way home. There was a crib in the house but only one. Plus buying a supply of bottles, nappies, baby toys, the boot of the cab was stuffed by the time we actually made it home.

It's been a wonderful day, with the new babies.

The moment those babies got home, I realised that I want to get married. I wonder if I can talk Jericho into it. He's still trying to get used to the whole dating thing, marriage might be asking too much. How long should I wait to ask? Should I ask ever?

Bonus pics

(Side note, Jared Van Allen was a vampire over in Cami's story. He also managed to die without staying dead.)

There are times when it still astounds me. Officially, Eddie and Howie have nothing to do with Goby or Monica.
Yet they tended the babies

of their own free will

because most Sims just do that.

You can skip these in particular. Just the boys pashing it up.


  1. Awww the babehs are so cuuuute :D And all these missing pets >.<

  2. Babies! Twins are always a surprise hehe

    And Jared is very talented like that - dying w/o dying :P

  3. Indeed, the babies are so cute. As for the missing pets...well, we have to see about that.

  4. Hey Cami, twins are less of a surprise for you when it's instant baby time via Twallan. I decided on two.

    Jared was very talented. My fav talent is his lack of shirts - which I hope he displays frequently in the other blog he's been added to. :)

  5. Awww, teh babies! I love how Eddie and Howie took care of them. I've always liked that "it takes a village" mindset in the Sims!

    Someone should tell Sammy the Glare of Doom doesn't work on technology. If it did, I'd be a lot happier! ;)

    Lovely update, as usual! I'm hoping my comment finally goes through...

  6. Hey Amelia, you made it. Yeah, Sims that love babies will take care of them no matter what.

    LOL Poor you and Sammy. The glare of doom has never worked. :D

    It takes a lot longer to write these pieces then it may appear. I'm glad they are appreciated.

  7. Twins ... how adorable that you have one of each gender and one of each species. Sammy has one fierce looking expression :D

  8. I know, mikezumi. I hope that our Seastrider boy has Sammy hair and Sammy's girl has Jer's hair but we have to wait and see.

    Sam can look very scary when he gets upset. :D

  9. I love Sammy's expressions! He's so intense. Can't wait to see the babies as they get older. With those genes, they're bound to be gorgeous. Still pondering the missing pet business. Wonder what that's all about.

    1. zbornie! Yes, Sammy is intense. Feel free to borrow him sometime if you like (and redecorate as needed).

      LOL - I hope the girl takes after Jericho for facial features. Sammy's girls aren't the prettiest if they take after him. Goby can't miss though, no matter which daddy he takes after.

      We'll get close to the heart of the pet business next time.

  10. Tee hee heeee, so cute ^^

    Baaaaaaaah, Raven. T_T The idea of Raven going missing makes me sick with worry--psh, and I can't believe the head honcho says there's nothing they can do about them!! That's quite a lot of pets to go missing in a short amount of time, dude! Bah. BAH I SAY. Up to Sam to investigate!!!

    This upcoming ball sounds interesting! I think we all know who Sam's taking this time.. *browwaggle*

    D'awww, lookit the babies. :D So cool that there's twins, one to represent each parent! I love when it works out like that. Poor Monica, though--she's surrounded by soooo many boys, LOL!

    And now, I can't wait to see if/when/how Sam pops the question. I hope Jericho says yes!!

    1. Hey Kaleeko!

      Yeah, sorry poor Simself doggie went missing but I had to feature all my lovely new Sims in some way. And yes, the head honcho fails to care. He's assuming that they've just left home on their own.

      :) I'm finally going to write about the ball - it's been some time coming. And yes, Sam's choice of partner is very obvious.

      MC -> Instant babies -> 2 That I got both a boy and a girl, one blue and one not was all coincidence.

      Patience Grasshopper. You won't take long to find out.

  11. That dork cop, I just want to slap his pixels! Poor furbabies going missing all over the place.

    I just know these two are going to end up been adorable daddies! Loving this story, I am going to be said when it is over, even though i am reading it all jumbled up.


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