Chapter 2.1: No Point in Waiting

Claude is too busy jamming to notice his youngest daughters growing up. Moira is thrilled, though she desperately needs a shower. Growing up is hard work.

Amira thinks that perhaps time has forgotten her. Maybe she'll get another day or 2 or 50 to enjoy being young and carefree.

And then, as certain as the sun rises every morning, she too is covered in sparkles as her body pulls and stretches.

It's undeniable. She's reached adulthood.

She goes back to the kitchen and cooks.

It is not as calming as she had hoped.

Though the products of her labor are tasty.

If she can make enough money, maybe she can finally make a name for her family. Maybe she can pay their bills and grow an empire that no one would question. Maybe her nieces and nephews won't be made fun of like she was. And maybe, just maybe, she can put some of the hoity-toity sims in town in their proper place. Amira wants money and respect and she's determined to get it now that adulthood has grasped her.

The Llama Corp. Shipping Co. building looks all but abandoned but she's heard the whispers around town. She knows what she'll find here and it is exactly what she's looking for.

Amira rushes through her meeting so she can get to her graduation.

Taking Varinia's limo to graduation.

"What's happening dudes?"
Varinia tries not to roll her eyes at Jesse. She'll never understand what Leila sees in him and only hopes that he's a better sim than she thinks.

Out of nowhere a paparazzo appears and starts taking photos of the family. Being hit movie composers has made them D-list celebrities. Sadly, in Twinbrook that's akin to being mega stars.

Graduated. Job secured. This adult thing isn't nearly as scary as she thought it would be.

Marriage. Babies. The whole world at my fingertips! Moira is thrilled.

Marques delayed graduation so that he could walk across the stage with Moira.

"Marques! I want to become an artist and travel the world."

"You'll be a great painter. We can go wherever you want as long as we're together."
Amira takes notes. She's not sure how to bring up marriage again now that she's older than Michael.

A promise.

"But first we should get married!"

"So, will you marry me, Marques? Travel the world with me? Build a family with me?"

"Yes. of course!"

"I can't believe you proposed! You beat me to it," Marques admits.
"No point in waiting," Moira giggles. "The future awaits us!"

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Amira Van Hofwegen
Athletic
Clumsy
Kleptomaniac
Shy
Hot-Headed
LTW: Become a Master Thief

Moira Van Hofwegen
Good
Artistic
Adventurous
Rebellious
Loves the Outdoors
LTW: Great Explorer

Marques Jones-Goode
Artistic
Clumsy
Gatherer
Hot-Headed
Slob
LTW: Star News Anchor

Chapter 1.23: Future, So Big

Michael has some serious questions for Amira as her birthday approaches.
"Were you serious about getting married after high school?"
"Of course!" Amira doesn't even have to think twice about this. Michael is the only one that has ever treated her like she was worth anything. Most of the boys in school sneered at her because of her athleticism and bad attitude but Michael has always been kind. The only thing Amira is absolutely sure of is that she wants Michael in her life.

"Your birthday is coming soon and mine is still a while away. Are you sure you want to wait?"
"Our birthdays are only a couple of days apart. I can wait if you can."
Amira tries to keep her hopeful tone muted. It would be crushing if he changed his mind.
"I can wait." Michael concludes with a smile.
Amira grins and lets relief wash over her.

Moira is less troubled by her future. She knows Marques will ask her to marry him and she knows they'll live happily ever after with 2.5 children, a dog and a white picket fence. Just like in the movies.

Amira's anxiety climbs as her birthday looms ever closer. She works out to keep herself busy and somewhat sane.

"Must. . . run. . . faster.," she huffs.
Not even Amira is sure what she's running from.

"I never pictured you with hair. I have to capture this image of you for posterity."

"I got a job," Marques says as Moira's eyes scan over his taller, fuller frame. "I've even started to put some money aside for a house."
Moira pictures the white picket fence again and feels even more secure in her future.

Varinia spends time with her grandchildren. They grow up so quickly.

Salvatore is already a toddler. He looks so much like Maeve that Varinia is almost transported back in time.

Tickle tickle! This whole grandma thing is super fun.

Moira obsesses over Marques' new manly features. She can't wait for her birthday. She can see her future in these eyes.

"Do they like mac and cheese?" Varinia asks. "I can make a pretty tasty mac and cheese."

Marques can't bear to leave Moira's side. It's a good thing he chooses to nap on the couch. Claude was getting ready to pummel someone if needed.

"Mom! Congratulations on finally marrying dad and all that."
"Thank you, sweetie."
Varinia dares not ask about Selma's love life. She knows Selma had a brief fling with an older gentleman that passed away from old age before things could progress any further. That is more than Varinia is comfortable knowing at the moment. She doesn't mean to be ageist but something about her daughter dating elderly men is creepy. Maybe because Varinia herself should be elderly if not for the potion Maeve so graciously gifted to her.

"We're getting married, dad, lighten up."
"You're still in high school. He should respect that and go home until you're an adult."
"We're not doing anything, dad. Marques is very respectful."
Claude sighs in frustration.

Future looming big and scary and unknown.

Huffing, puffing and sweat. Maybe Amira will be able to sleep tonight instead of worrying about what the future holds for her.

With two hit movie composers in the house there's a fairly large influx of cash. Varinia uses a very large portion to do something she's always wanted.

She remodels the master bedroom and bath.

She replaces everything with only the very best. She's determined to live out the rest of her life in luxury.

Amira busies herself with useless skills.

Perfect.

I'm not ready, Amira thinks frantically.

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Generation 1 Rolls:
Marital Status: Single
Children: 5
Career(s): Music (Classical)
Generational Goal: ?
Miscellaneous Fun: Luxury


This little boy appeared in my town and I had a bit of a panic attack at the prospect of Claude having possibly procreated without my knowledge. Turns out he's the son of a random vamp I put in the town. Phew!