Snow White
Chapter 1.2
What a day. Snow couldn't stop thinking about it as she went through her workday as normal. It was too bad Florian had had to go to work right after, since Snow would have really enjoyed spending more time with him.
After dealing with toddlers in their terrible twos all day, Snow decided that she deserved to go back to the Festival. Remembering the hot dog contest, this time she opted to go skating in the rink. She was pretty wobbly, and she fell a few times, but by the time the Festival closed its doors, she felt she was getting the hang of it, and so she returned home.
For some reason, Snow could barely sleep that night, and she was up bright and early, making herself some pancakes. She seemed to have tickles in her stomach, and Florian on her mind. Was she falling in love? Was this what it felt like? It wasn't that unpleasant... she could do without the nausea, though.
The nausea was explained as soon as Snow stepped outside to greet the parents that were dropping kids off for the day, and she realized that her pants were uncomfortably tight. "I'm having a baby?!" she gasped out.
"Oh, dear, congratulations!" the moms offered. "You have so much to deal with, we'll come back when your kid has been born. Good luck! You're going to need it!"
"That was nice of them," Snow told herself, feeling her belly. She couldn't believe that her night with Florian had yielded such unexpected fruit. Snow could only hope to be as good a mother as hers had been (her real mother, not her stepmother).
At that moment, Snow came to a sudden realization. "I don't know how to be a mother!"
She ran to the bookstore, knowing that, without a computer, that was the best she could do. "I need every book you have on pregnancy and parenting!" she called.
"Chill, lady. Looks like you're only a bit into your pregnancy. You'll be fine, take your time. Stress is bad for the baby, ya know," the very chill hippie-like cashier told her.
Snow took a few deep breaths. He was right, after all. She then picked up the two pregnancy books they had and paid for them. "Thank you," she told the man, before heading out.
The first thing she did upon arriving home was sit down and read. "Babies can hear my voice in utero? That's fascinating! I'll have to sing all the time, so that they love to sing too," she resolved.
Then, she got a phone call. "Oh, Florian," Snow answered the phone breathlessly.
"Hi, Snow. I just wanted to tell you I was thinking of you."
Snow smiled. "You're so sweet."
"Anyway, I have to get back to work, but I just wanted to tell you that."
"Oh, OK, Florian. Bye."
They hung up, and Snow had a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. Should she have told him about the baby? Well, there was nothing to do about it now. She went to bed.
The next morning, after she'd woken up and was tending to her garden, Florian called again. "Oh, hello, Florian."
"You don't sound happy, Snow. Is something wrong?"
"Oh no, of course not," she chirped back. "I just, I was wondering, Florian, just out of curiosity, not relevant to anything whatsoever, this is just me asking random questions here... what do you think of babies?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"Florian?"
"Well, Snow, I'm
Family-Oriented, so of course I love them. Why are you asking me, though?"
"Oh, no reason," she said. "Just curious."
"Well, I gotta go."
"Bye."
With a groan, Snow hung up the phone. "Come ON, Snow, stop being a chicken," she told herself.
But she kept putting it off.
One morning, Snow woke up in excruciating pain. Her sheets were wet, and her abdomen was cramping. She realized, to her horror, that the baby was coming. She called a cab first. The poor driver was so terrified when he got there, as Snow couldn't help but scream in the backseat every time a contraction came. It was from the cab that she called Florian.
"FLORIAN! HOSPITAL! BABY! NOW!"
Florian was at a loss for words, but Snow didn't care at the moment, so she hung up and hung on until the taxi finally dropped her off. She waddled into the hospital, and, a little into the labor, Florian showed up.
"Florian! You came!" Snow gasped between contractions.
"How could I not," Florian whispered to her tenderly. "But, Snow, you should have told me. You shouldn't have to deal with this by yourself."
"I know, but I was afraid."
"Don't be afraid," he said, kissing her forehead. "I'll help you, and our baby, I swear it."
A few hours later, Snow and Florian were the proud parents of a little baby boy, Derek (
Doc, the
clumsy genius)
Florian accompanied Snow home, to help her out with Derek. Snow couldn't stop staring at his little face the entire cab ride home. "He's so beautiful," she said. Florian agreed.
Florian made himself useful as soon as they arrived. Snow's heart melted just from looking at him holding Derek, playing with him, feeding him, even changing his diapers! It was all so much for Snow to handle...
Oops. What can I say? Sims, you know what I mean?
Florian did have to go home, but Snow spent the whole day in a happy daze, taking care of Derek, and...
making more than one trip to the bathroom. "Again?" she asked herself.
Indeed again! Baby on the way! This time, Snow knew what to do. She called Florian and invited him out, promising him a surprise.
"Another baby, Snow?" he exclaimed, thrilled. He felt her tummy, and Snow knew that she could trust him with anything.
Towards the end of their date, they sat down to watch the stars together. Unfortunately for the stars, the couple could hardly keep their eyes off each other. It was quite the magical evening, and Snow felt as if she was walking on clouds the time afterwards.
Oh what a rude awakening to suddenly feel agony in one's abdomen yet again.
This time, Snow decided to give birth at home, and soon, a little girl was born. Snow named her Giselle (
Grumpy, the hot-headed grump).
Poor Derek's birthday was ignored as his sister had so rudely chosen to be born on the same day. Luckily, Derek got what he considered to be a pretty cool present. Snow couldn't remember the relative who'd given the present at all, but she was glad that her son had gotten something special on his birthday.
Florian was so thrilled about his new baby girl that he threw a party at his house. A Halloween party.
Snow had seen plenty of doctors at the hospital while she'd been there, so she was able to easily replicate a costume to go to the party.
"Hi, Florian. Thank you for inviting me."
"You're welcome, Snow! That's a great doctor costume!"
"Thanks! I like your... um..."
"It's a cowplant, Snow."
"Oh, yes, of course."
Poor Florian wasn't as popular as he'd hoped. Nobody else had come to his party.
So, logically, Snow and Florian took it upstairs.
Whoops!
"Wait, Snow, talk to him," Snow told herself after they were done. It was a little crazy that most of their encounters seemed to end up in the bedroom.
"Now that's what I call a party," she teased him.
Florian grinned, but before he could say anything, a voice came from outside.
"FLOOOOOORIAAAAAN!"
Snow winced. "Who is that?"
Florian had gone pale. "Lucille."
"What?! What's she doing here?"
"She keeps trying to convince me that the baby is hers, but it can't be. I broke up with her when we got together, so it couldn't have happened. I swear I didn't cheat on you, Snow."
Snow nodded.
"FLOOOOORIAAAAAAAN!"
Florian's face changed. "Wait here," he told her.
Snow heard everything from the bedroom.
"Really, Lucille. You should be ashamed of yourself! We broke up ages ago! Stop coming to my house!"
"But, Babe, we're meant to be!"
"No, Lucille. I'm with someone else now, and clearly, you are too."
Lucille left in a huff, and Snow rushed downstairs.
"Oh, Florian! Are you all right?"
"I'm all right, Snow. A little tired. See you later?"
"Sure."
Snow proudly strutted home, making me laugh so hard.
Giselle was a noisy baby. She was rarely happy and cried often, but what can you expect from a grumpy baby? She was so cute, though, that Snow didn't mind (much).
It was a crazy time. Snow spent every spare moment taking care of her plants, as now they were her only income.
But she spent most of her time with her babies, especially with Derek, who needed to learn to use the potty, walk, and talk.
Soon, she realized something again. "On for number three," she told herself.
Giselle then became a toddler, and she seemed to be even more grumpy now that she was older. She'd also received one of those weird toys. Snow was creeped out by them, since they moved around by themselves.
They were definitely creepy. Snow did not like them at all.
