Generation 4, Chapter 15


NSFW, blood and violence.



I did as Isaiah asked. I stayed home all weekend by myself without visiting him at the hospital, but I didn’t spend my time here sulking and thinking as much as he probably thought I would. I spent most of the days and nights working on the guest bedroom, turning it into a nursery, like he had wanted. I came to the conclusion that since I knew I’d be bringing my baby home, despite telling Isaiah that I wasn’t sure if I ever would be able to, I decided to stop trying to hide it and got the room ready for whenever I would bring him or her home. After selling the terrible furniture that was in here, I used the money I had made, plus a little extra, to redecorate it, giving it new paint appropriate for any gender, a new crib, changing table, toys and a bookcase full of children’s books, as well as plenty of wall art to bring the room to life and to make it look like a child’s room. I was proud of myself by how it looked, I was excited to show Isaiah and I hoped he wouldn’t have any more doubt in his mind that I wanted this as much as he did. But, hopefully by showing him this, he’d know I was serious about a future with him, though maybe I could still convince him to give me a little more time about filling this room with more than one child.


Finally, it was Monday.. I couldn’t wait for him to call me and tell me to come get him, and I couldn’t wait until I could bring him home and drag him eagerly upstairs to show him what I had done. I hope I wouldn’t be too obvious with how happy I was, seeing as I found it difficult to wipe the smile off my face as I looked at all that I had accomplished in a matter of only three days. I wanted him to see how much effort I had put into this, I wanted him to be surprised and proud of me and I wanted to see the same smile on his face as the one he showed in the picture I decided to leave on the new dresser I had bought. 


After scratching off the three-day old dried paint on my skin during my shower, I got dressed and all I did was wait in our bedroom, sitting on the bed and waiting for his call. Over the weekend, knowing Isaiah had broke his glasses, I went to his eye doctor and got a new pair for him, knowing he would need them and wanting to do something nice for him, even if the nursery was nice enough.. I wanted to do everything for him that I could before he got home. I looked around our bedroom, wearing his glasses for fun as I waited and waited for Isaiah’s phone call, tipping my head up and down over and over again, watching as things became focused and then mildly blurry from looking through his lenses. But, my heart instantly lifted when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket and I knew it had to be Isaiah.


I sprang from the bed, quickly removing my phone from my pocket and answered a little too eager-sounding after about two rings, “Hello?”

“Hey,” I could recognize his voice anywhere.

“Hey,” I replied with relief and a smile, “Are you ready for me to come get you?” I asked.

“Yeah.. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you outside.”

“All right, I’m on my way now.”

“Okay.. Bye..” He answered, a short phone call, but I didn’t expect anything more than that, anyways. I tucked my phone into my pocket, quickly leaving the condo and making my way to the hospital to get Isaiah and bring him home. 


When I got to the hospital, I parked my uncle’s car and I noticed Isaiah sitting on a bench off to the side of the building. I walked over towards him, worrying now of all times if I looked good enough or used enough deodorant, acting as if we were meeting for our first date and I didn’t know why I was nervous, but I was. As I approached him, I saw him glance up and look at me and I couldn’t help but smile warmly when I saw him. I noticed his expression seemed a little questioning by how he looked at me, noticing myself that he still seemed bothered by what we had talked about a few days ago, but I soon saw a smirk on his lips as I stopped in front of him near the bench. 


“Hi,” I began simply and I watched as he held his hand out for me to help him up and I helped him without hesitating. I still hated seeing his face all beat up, but at least the bruises were finally beginning to go away.

“Hey.. You look cute with glasses,” he complimented and I felt my cheeks get warm, embarrassed that I had forgotten they were on my face and I took them off to give to him.

“Oh, uh.. Here.. I knew your old ones were broken so I went to your eye-place and got you new ones.. I wore them so I wouldn’t forget them,” I answered.

I watched as he smirked as he put them on, “Thank you for doing that, it was sweet of you.”

You’re welcome.. Where’s your tie and jacket and all that?”


“They had blood on them and I knew I wouln’t be able to get it out, so I just tossed them,” he replied and I nodded, “You seem happy,” he continued and I was unable to hold back a wider smile.

“I am.. How are you doing? Any better?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, a lot better. Got a pocket full of pain killers to last me a while, so that’s a plus,” he answered and I chuckled.

“Good,” I retorted, a short silence falling over us before I continued, “Well, let’s get you home, yeah?” I questioned and he agreed, escorting him towards my uncle’s car and I helped him get inside of it before shutting his door and going around to the other side to get in and drive us back to our home.


“Who’s car is this?” He wondered as I drove.

“My uncle’s.. I don’t know why he didn’t let me do this sooner, but he let me borrow it so I didn’t have to take as many cabs up to his cabin. Since he can’t drive it, he said I could use it whenever I needed. The cabs drive too slow, so I took it as an opportunity to get to you faster whenever I would need to. And with you hurt, instead of struggling to get in and out of cabs, I can help you and drive you everywhere,” I replied, looking over to him briefly and seeing him smile appreciatively. I continued to watch the road, but my heart jumped when I felt his left hand grab my right and he held it tightly the whole drive home, knowing we still had a lot to talk about, but it felt good knowing that he still loved me enough to want to hold my hand during the short drive.


When we got home, I helped him out of the car, assisting him up the stairs, as well, and I unlocked the door for us to get in. After shutting the front door, I wanted to go upstairs and show him what I had done for him, but I felt his hand grab my waist, looking back at him for a moment and he unexpectedly pulled me into a kiss that completely took the air from my lungs. I kissed him back as hard as I felt he wanted me to, as hard as wanted to, deepening the much needed kiss that I knew he had been waiting for just as much as I was.. When I had left the hospital a few days ago, I feared the worst, thinking that he wanted to leave me, but I realized that this was all just something he wanted me to rethink, and although I was still a little peeved on what he ultimately wanted me to do for his own selfish reasons, to change my mind on the solid answer I had given him, I didn’t hold it too much against him now.. 


I pulled away slowly, feeling his hands holding my hips as he looked to me, “It was mean of you to leave me hanging so badly the last time I saw you,” he pointed out, referring to the rather forceful yet needed kiss I had given him the last time we saw one another and I laughed softly.

“Sorry about that..” I began, but I corrected myself, “Actually, no.. I’m not sorry. I thought you were going to break up with me, you scared the hell out of me, so I wanted to leave on the highest note I thought I could so that you wouldn’t,” I replied and I watched him smirk softly, “But, then I realized you just wanted me to think things over..”

“So.. What did you think about while you were here?” He asked, seeing the worry in his eyes and his smirk leaving his lips.

“I think we were both being a bit selfish last time. You didn’t like hearing ‘no’ and I didn’t even humor you on the subject and I’m sorry about that, but.. Come with me.. Let me show you something,” I implied, taking him by the hand and I guided him upstairs gently, minding the injuries he still had.


“What did you do?” He asked, suspicious of me as I continued to pull him upstairs and then down the hallway towards the guest bedroom instead of our own bedroom.

“You’ll see, just be patient,” I replied, stopping at the door and I pulled him in front of me, “Open it,” I suggested, watching as Isaiah looked back at me with a smile that told me he could already tell what I had done. 


He then put his attention to the door, turning the knob and walking into the extra bedroom and I swore I had heard him stop breathing, watching him stand at the doorway for a long, long moment before finally remembering how to use his legs and he stepped into the room. This was the exact reaction I had hoped for, for him to be speechless, for him to be as surprised as he could be and I think I succeeded. 


“Oliver..” He began breathlessly, seemingly touched, continuing to absorb everything that I had done and I watched and he slowly spun in a three sixty, taking it all in, “It’s.. It’s perfect, down to the last details,” he continued, watching as he slowly stepped over towards the crib and he slid his hand along the railing, “It’s better than I had ever pictured.”

“Good, I had hoped you’d like it,” I replied and I continued to watch him look around the room, enjoying the happiness I knew he felt.


Isaiah eventually looked towards me and I slowly stepped into the nursery, “You did this in three days? ..By yourself?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yeah.. Well, I had to look up some designs online, I’m not that creative, but.. Yeah..” I replied and he smiled.

“But, what does this mean?” He asked and I smirked as I approached the crib, looking down at it as I stood next to him.

“It means exactly what I had told you. I want what you want, maybe not now right this second, or this month, or this year, but.. Eventually.. Let’s just focus on one thing at a time,” I replied, looking up to him and it was the first time that I could tell he finally understood me and decided not to fight with me about it anymore.


“Oliver, I’m sorry for pressuring you. For everything. I was being a selfish prick when I last talked to you and I didn’t mean to make you think I was going to leave you, because I had no intention of doing so. It’s just that I know I’m not getting any younger and I let my jealously get the better of me. Plus, with everything that happened with Thomas, I remember thinking that that was the end.. I was never going to see you again and I.. I panicked.. I-” he stopped himself from talking and I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck the moment I knew he was getting emotional, feeling his arms wrap around my torso in return and he held me tightly. I had never seen him cry before, nor did I ever want to and I noticed he tried his hardest to hold it back, feeling him burying his face into my neck and he took calm, slow breaths to keep himself from letting me see him like that.


“I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. Nothing like that is ever going to happen again, I promise,” I reassured him, knowing that I could keep to my word now that Thomas and his friends had been dealt with and Jody would be dealt with soon enough.

“I love you so much. All I want is to be with you, to have a life and a family with you.. I’m sorry about everything, Oliver,” he apologized again and I smiled appreciatively, slowly pulling out of our embrace so I could look at him and his hands slid down to hold my hips, keeping me close to him.


“I love you, too.. And it’s all in the past now, this room is our future, something to keep us going.. No matter what happens,” I replied and I watched as he smiled again, leaning in towards him and I kissed his lips for a long moment. I know I had said it plenty of times before, I’ve thought about it more than I’ve ever expressed vocally, but I loved this man to a point where there’s no return, no going back, and I’d like to think that even if there were still problems in our relationship, I’d want nothing more than to spend my life trying to fix those problems, as long as it was with him.. It wouldn’t be worth it with anyone else. For as complicated as my life was already, I couldn’t imagine getting through it with anyone else but him. I’d fight a thousand more battles like the one we had a few days ago if it meant they were with him, and although that it sounded even a little crazy for me to think that, maybe even a little unhealthy, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Nothing and no one was going to stand in our way, and I’d see to that personally.


After our kiss, I pulled away from him slowly, but he still held me close and I tried to make the moment a little better, “So, do you still think I’m not serious about this?” I asked in a somewhat chauvinistic manner and he chuckled.

“Not at all. I know I was rushing you and I knew it was wrong.. I know who you are, but that was just me not being me for a moment. I already said sorry, get off my ass about it,” he teased and I smiled.

“Fine, but you need to make it up to me somehow,” I replied and he smiled back, Isaiah seemingly back to his normal, rather persuasive ways again.

Well.. You said you’d take care of me when we got home, so let’s focus on that first, hmm?” He questioned and I laughed nervously.

“You remember that, huh?” I asked and he nodded indefinitely.

Oh yes.. I remember it perfectly,” he implied and I shook my head.

“You’re ridiculous..”


“Nope, not ridiculous, just want you.. Badly. Especially after all of this and what you did for me,” he replied without hesitation, seeing him lean in towards me and I felt his lips kiss my neck, “Is it weird that looking at this room is making me hot?” He questioned into the crook of my neck, continuing then to kiss my skin and I couldn’t help but get a little lost to his touch. I had missed this so, so much.

“Not weird at all,” I expressed with a heave of a pleasured breath as I continued to feel him kissing my neck, wanting to touch him, but even though he had told me before that I could touch him no matter what condition he was in, I was still worried that I’d hurt him, so I tried my best to withhold from doing it too much. It was hard to keep myself under control and hold back, especially when he knew he could get a good reaction out of me by teasing my neck.. I knew it too, and it was working.


But, I knew he’d realize my hesitation eventually, and just like I thought, he did, feeling him pull away from my neck and he looked at me suspiciously, “What’s wrong?” He asked, watching as he leaned in and continued kissing along my chin as he waited for me to respond.

“Well.. I’m sure the doctor said to get lots of rest and not to overdo anything, so.. Wouldn’t, uhm.. That be overdoing it a little?” I implied.

“No, he didn’t say any such thing.. He said I can do whatever I want and I want to do you. Actually, he told me that it’s better to have sex than take the pain meds, ‘as much as you need to’ he said,” he answered and I laughed softly.


“Okay, now I know that’s not true, you can’t fool a medical student.. You could really hurt yourself or even could hurt you.. You just got out of the hospital, I don’t want to have to take you back,” I replied, feeling his lips then near my ear.

“I want to kiss every inch of you. We can do it nice and slow.. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He whispered persuasively before nibbling on my lobe and I wasn’t able to put up much of a fight as my legs grew weak from his words and my body trembled with desire as he teased my ear.

“Y-Yeah..” I agreed with a quiver in my tone and I took hold of his hand, pulling him out of the new nursery and out to the hallway towards our bedroom.


When we got to the bedroom, I led him towards the bed and carefully helped him remove his clothes, undoing the buttons of his shirt as he did the same for me and we removed them quickly, tossing both aside and I then helped him carefully sit on the bed before me. He let out a few groans in pain, though I could tell he was trying to hide his discomfort for the sake of what was happening, and although I wanted to continue, more than anything, I couldn’t help but notice his pain, as well as the huge bruise that hugged his right ribs.

“We really don’t have to, you seem like you’re in pain still, even with the meds,” I acknowledged with concern, but he gave me a look as if I needed to stop before I began and he reached for my black shirt, pulling it up and over my head and tossing it to the ground.


“I can power through any pain, especially when it involves you, and this,” he replied, feeling his hands then grip my hips and he forced me forward, pulling my chest to his lips and I shut my eyes slowly as I felt him kiss my skin. It had been a little less than two weeks since we had touched one another like this, this intimately, and I was sure that he missed it just as much as I did. We went from doing this every day to doing it every few weeks at the drop of a hat the moment I had started going to my uncle’s place and although the everyday aspect was exciting and anticipated, the wait for it and the build up was an entirely different feeling in itself. It was so much more looked forward to, so much more desired and longed for, and whenever we finally managed to find time for it, it was hard to put into words how much more great everything felt.


“God, I missed you so much, Oliver,” he whispered softly against the skin of my chest, continuing to then feel him kiss me everywhere he could and just as I was about to advance the situation, wanting to remove my pants as well as his own, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket.

“Shit.. It’s my phone,” I let out softly in aggravation, but I then felt his kisses get harder and more forced against me.

“Tell whoever it is to fuck off, you’re busy,” he replied in between his kisses and I chuckled as I pulled my phone out of my pocket with an uneasy hand, reading a text from my uncle and trying to focus a little harder on reading rather than getting lost in pleasure..


‘Fell in the shower, knee gave out on me.. Water Everywhere. Can you come help me?’ 

It read and I knew it was a code.. Goddammit.. Of all the times for Jody’s water to break, it just had to be now.. I needed to leave..

“Fuck..” I let out, both with a sense of pleasure from Isaiah kissing me as well as anger from needing to leave.

“What?” Isaiah asked as he still continued to kiss me.

“..I need to go,” I reluctantly admitted and instantly I felt Isaiah stop, looking up to me as he still held me close.

“Your Uncle?” He guessed in annoyance and I nodded.

“Yeah.. He fell in the damn shower,” I expressed, showing Isaiah the text since it was safe to and to also give him a sense that I still wasn’t lying, watching as he then let out a heavy sigh and put his forehead against my chest.


“Why.. Why now.. Now of all times..?” He stressed in a fake cry against me and I smirked towards his childish behavior, even though I hated this just as much as he did.

“I’m sorry.. We can continue this when I get back, I promise,” I replied, feeling him trying to burrow his forehead into my chest more as I put my phone away to hold him close to me.

“I don’t want you to go. Just let him crawl around in pain everywhere, he’ll be fine,” he somewhat begged and I chuckled.

“You’re cruel..”

“No, I just need time with my love and he’s always cock blocking me. I need you so bad that it hurts more than my ribs do,” he continued in a pitiful tone and I laughed softly, putting my hands to his face and making him look up to me.


“I’m sorry, I want this just as much as you do, but.. I promise I’ll be back tomorrow and I already promised we can pick up where this leaves off,” I replied and he sighed heavily again.

“Fine, fine.. Just hurry back. And I do mean hurry back.. As fast as you can. I know you hate the long drive, but if you can come back tonight, that would be such good news,” he replied and I leaned down to kiss his lips, pulling away only a moment later.

“I’ll do the best I can,” I replied, pulling away from his grip and his hands tried to stay on my hips as long as they could as I went to go grab my clothes.


I threw my black shirt back on, then my green button up and walked towards the door, but stopped myself and looked back at him, “I’m sorry, again.. I really do promise that I’ll be back tomorrow, though, if not tonight.. Just get a lot of rest. I love you,” I made known before I left.

Isaiah sat there on our bed, looking over to me and I noticed he gave a fake smile after a heavy sigh, “It’s okay.. And I love you. Come back to me soon,” he replied and I nodded, hesitating as I looked at him shirtless and I contemplated staying, just for a little longer, but as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t.. I needed to get to my Uncle’s place as quick as possible and I left our bedroom reluctantly after a good, long, hard look at Isaiah, wanting to picture him as perfectly as I could as he was in that moment so I had something to remember and something to look forward to come home to after all of this was over and done with.


Goddammit, this sucks.. This sucks so much. I wanted him so badly, I had been waiting to feel him and taste him again for weeks now.. I hated that when I had came home originally with the thought that I would get to be with him, I find out he was in the hospital and in pain to the paint where we couldn’t even if we wanted to.. It was now just a longer waiting game and I hated it. But, I needed to stop thinking about him, as much as I didn’t want to.. I needed to get my head in the game and focus on what I was driving to, focus on what I needed to do to even be able to get to do everything I wanted to with Isaiah and I needed to focus on getting through all of this. 

“I need to get through tonight.. I need to.. I need to..” I repeated to myself as I drove to my uncle’s cabin.


I arrived at my uncle’s place in about an hour and a half, driving as fast as I ever had to the cabin to get there for Jody’s labor and when I parked the car and stepped out, I could already hear Jody’s whimpering, moaning and crying from the pain she was dealing with from being in labor.. Fuck.. Even with the pep talk I had given myself in the car on the way here, it didn’t seem to help at all.. I had watched as many videos about birth as I could handle, read so many studies, read everything there was to read about it, but still, I felt like I couldn’t do this.. I felt like the moment I got out of the car and knew what I was going to have to do, I felt like I had forgotten everything. I was striving to be a doctor, a great one, actually, but if I couldn’t handle the birth of a child, what the hell was the point of my studies? Maybe after all of this, I should try and figure out what the hell I’m going to do about this, or even if I should continue on this path at all..


I stared at the cabin, continuing to hear Jody’s muffled cries and I hesitated even more.. Could I really do this? I knew what to do, how things worked and even how to handle complications, but as far as looking at what I needed to do, knowing it dealt with plenty of blood and other bodily fluids, would I be able to power through it, or would I just pass out and be no help at all? ..What if I just shut my eyes? What if I just acted blind and went through the checklist in my head as she gave birth? That would help.. Wouldn’t it? It was better than nothing.. I was good at what I did, I knew I could do great things, but if I saw blood, I knew I’d be a goner.. I’d faint.. I’d be completely useless to my uncle and I’d leave him to deal with Jody’s labor himself.. But, I couldn’t do that.. He didn’t know the ins and outs of complications.. An umbilical cord wrapping around the neck, the baby being birthed legs first and needing to be manually turned around, if Jody herself started to flatline.. He couldn’t do it.. Granted, I had never seen a live birth before like I was going to during my residency, but I was better than my Uncle, I knew way more than him.. I needed to do this.. I needed to.


I finally entered the cabin, seeing my Uncle pacing around the kitchen and he looked to me quickly when I had come in, “Finally, there you are. She keeps fucking screaming and it’s driving me nuts, just hurry up and get that damn baby out of her and make her shut the fuck up,” he voiced with annoyance, hearing Jody continuing to groan in discomfort in the bedroom, “Do you know what you’re doing?” He asked.

“Not really..” I reluctantly admitted, growing nervous now that I knew that even if I wasn’t prepared for this, I had to try my best and do it anyways, “Do you have gloves and a towel? I’ll need something to cut the cord with, too.. What about scissors?”

“I have gloves and plenty of towels, but no scissors. I got plenty of knives, though,” he offered and I sighed.

“You have gloves and towels, but not scissors?” I asked a little sarcastically.

“What? I’m a knife-guy.” He replied simply.

“All right.. That’ll do, I guess..” I answered, hesitating a moment before continuing, “I.. I need one more thing, too..”

“What’s that?”

“I need you to help me,” I admitted, seeing his expression going instantly reluctant. 


“Ho-no, no, no, I’m not helping you with any of that. That’s all on you, kid. I don’t do babies,” he replied and I grew a little desperate.

“But, you have to! I can’t do this by myself! You said you would help me until the day I didn’t need you anymore, but that time hasn’t come yet and I need you to help me with this. I can’t do this alone, not with her, not even in general.. I.. I can’t handle blood, I get queasy and light headed..”


“So.. What? You’re asking me to be the one to do it? You’re the fucking doctor here, not me. I don’t care how you get when you see blood, don’t be such a pussy and do what you set out to do! It’s about damn time you get over whatever kind of fucked up fear that is, too, if you ever want a career in this type of shit, anyways!”

“I’m not a doctor yet-”

“And you won’t be if you don’t fucking get used to it!” He argued.

“You just need to help! I can tell you everything you need to do but I just can’t be the one to do it!”

Fuck no,” he said in a voice as if he had put his foot down and there was no changing his mind.


“I-I can’t.. I can’t do this alone,” I expressed in a loss, dropping my view to the ground and I let my body weaken, leaning back on the sofa behind me. My eyes started to water and I shut them, realizing just how much of a coward I was and how alone I was in all of this, but there was no one but myself to blame for it. I looked back on everything I had done, realizing now that I could’ve done so many things differently if I was just a little stronger of a person.. There’s something in everyone’s life that they regret and wish they could do over, I don’t believe there’s a single person out there that doesn’t, but there were so many within my own life that made me feel like I was just never meant for success, I was always meant to fail, to be alone, to be weak, I just didn’t know it until now. Tears fell from my eyes, darkening tiny spots on the fabric of my pants when everything I had realized hit me all at once.


I heard my uncle sigh heavily, stepping over towards me and he placed his hands on my shoulders, “This is no time for tears, boy. When men have something to do, they do it. They don’t fucking cry about it and hope someone else comes in and rescues them. Are you a damsel in distress?” He asked sarcastically and I wiped the tears from my eyes.

“No..” I spoke quietly.

“What? I didn’t catch that.. Your quiet, feminine voice is too soft for me to he-”

“I said no,” I spoke louder and he nodded.

“Well, all right then,” he replied and I looked up to meet his eyes, watching as he became more serious and he squeezed my shoulders a little harder, “This is what you’ve been wanting to do your whole life, this is what all of your schooling is for. Are you really going to ignore an opportunity like this? To be able to deliver a baby before you’re even in your residency? If I were you, I’d be pretty fucking stoked, especially the fact that it’s your kid coming into this world.. Don’t you want to be the one to makes sure it gets here safely?” He asked and it was weird to see him being so caring about the subject, or at least as caring as someone like him could be. However, what he said made sense.. 


I could hear Jody still calling out in pain, moaning and crying in the next room and I was running out of the time I had to get in there and deliver my baby, “A-All right.. All right, I’ll do it.. But, I still need your help, whether you want to or not.. I need more than just two hands,” I replied, noticing a scowl on my uncle’s face again and he let out a heavy sigh as he removed his hands from my shoulders.

“Fine, but I’m not looking at anything or touching anything gross,” he warned.

“All you have to do is take the baby when I’m done, just find a towel you don’t mind getting dirty to wrap them up in and to clean them with.. Are you ready?”

“Are you?”

“No.. But, I don’t have a choice,” I replied, seeing him nod and we got the supplies we needed before going into the other room. 


After slipping gloves on and my uncle finding a knife and a towel to wrap the baby in, he stepped outside momentarily to make a call, I don’t know to who, while I entered the bedroom Jody was in, seeing her lying on the bed, beads of sweat dampening her bangs from her forehead and face, her skin glistening and she continued to moan in pain. I looked to her lying down, her legs propped up and I could see up her dress, noticing she still wore the panties that her water had broke in and I stepped over towards the bed.

“O-Oliver.. Oliver, please.. Please, take me to a hospital.. Please,” she begged weakly, hearing her continuing to let out struggled groans from the contractions as I reached up into her dress and gripped the fabric of her panties that hugged her hips, watching her struggle more as I pulled them down and off her legs, “No, no, no.. Please, don’t make me do this here! It hurts! It hurts so much!” She called out, looking away from her as I sat down to reach up between her legs to feel how far along she was.


“Even if I were to take you to a hospital now, you wouldn’t be able to get any drugs to dull the pain.. You’re too far dilated,” I replied, “It would be stupid to move you, too.. Wouldn’t you rather give birth here in a bed than inside of a cramped car on the side of a road?” I asked and I saw the anger in her eyes.

“A bed that I’m tied to, you fucking piece of shit!?” She yelled with rage and I removed my hand from between her legs, staring at her face that still glistened with sweat.


She continued to yell as I stood from the bed, “How could you!? How could you do this? My brother is dead and I’m stuck in this fucking bed! You fuck! You piece of shit, take me to a goddamn hospital!”

I didn’t reply to her, I didn’t even know what to say in return.. Every time that I looked at her, I felt just as much anger as I did pity. I pitied her for all that she had lost, for how hard she worked at making me hers and still being unsuccessful, how she was in so much pain as she lie in the bed before me.. But, the anger I felt was for how she never let up, she continued to try and make me hers, she continued to torment me, stalk me, she even tried to have Isaiah killed, something so unforgivable that no matter what she could ever think to say in a way of an apology would ever help me forgive her.. I felt.. Invincible.. Now that she was before me, in as much pain physically as she’s caused me mentally and emotionally, knowing that this was going to end tonight, it felt good, in an odd way.. It would all end tonight and it felt truly amazing.


My uncle came into the room and I looked back at him, seeing him wearing gloves of his own and he had a knife in his right hand, “How’s it going?” He asked.

“Fine.. We have a little while before she’s fully dilated, though,” I replied and he put his hand up to stop me.

“All right, no doctor talk and no details, just tell me when she’s ready and when she’s not,” he answered, then noticing him nod his head towards the door, wanting me to follow him out and I did as he had implied, following him out and shutting the door behind me.

“Who did you call?” I asked, “Ezra?”

“Yeah.. And I called Nina,” he replied and my eyes widened.

“Y-You mean Aunt Nina?” I asked in surprise, “I thought she hated you?”

“Yes, Nina, and yeah, she does.. But, she’s the only person I know that can help out with this and won’t ask any questions. She knows better not to. I told her it was a favor for you, not me, so she’ll be here sometime tonight.”

“But.. I still don’t understand..”


“Dumbass, have you ever thought about what’s going to happen after the kid’s born? What, are you just going to wrap it up and take it home to your boyfriend like it’s a stray puppy you found on the street you want to take care of? You don’t think that after all this time of lying to him that he’d ask some pretty good fucking questions after you coming here and then going home with a baby in your arms? Don’t be so fucking stupid.. Nina is coming to help take care of the baby until you can figure out something good enough to tell him,” he explained.

“Oh.. I forgot she had gone into nursing shortly after you two broke up..”

“Exactly.. Not to mention she was born to be a mother, I knew it the moment she held Kat for the first time. She’ll take care of your kid while you figure all of this out. You still want to keep that guy of yours in the dark about all of this, right? You don’t have the idiotic urge to go home and tell him you held this bitch hostage until she gave birth and then you offed her like it was no big deal, right?” He asked sternly and I shook my head.

“N-No.. No, of course not..”

Good.. I told Nina to bring whatever she could for a newborn from the hospital, formula and all that nonsense,” he continued and I nodded, “Now, how much longer do we have until she’s ready?”

“I don’t know exactly.. It could be an hour, could be a couple hours, everyone’s different..”

“Well, let’s hope it’s soon ’cause I’m getting sick of hearing her cry in pain when I’m not the one causing it,” he replied and my eyes widened a little, surprised by his words, though before I could ask him what he meant, I watched as he walked away and left out the back door to have a smoke.


I sat within the living room, nothing but the sound of Jody’s cries able to be heard and I sat there for a good three more hours as I waited. I listened to Jody intently, timing her pained-filled moans and groans from her contractions and I waited until they were roughly between thirty seconds to two minutes apart before knowing it was time and knowing I had to go into the bedroom. All my uncle did was pace around, make small talk that I barely contributed to, as well as taking plenty of smoke breaks as we waited.. I should’ve stayed with Isaiah a little longer.. Just a little bit longer.. Maybe I needed more time with him in order to be better prepared for this.

“Oh, god! Oliver!” Jody cried out and I finally realized it was time, knowing the baby must be coming now and I stood from the couch, looking to my uncle and just from the look I had given him, he knew it was time, as well.

“Finally,” he expressed in annoyance, following me into the bedroom where Jody was.


I made it a point not to look between Jody’s legs when I had walked in, keeping my eyes elsewhere until I reached the side of the bed and I could let my hand do the seeing for me, looking at the top half of her body as I put my gloved hand between her legs once more and checked what was happening, feeling a tiny head breaching and my heart began to race. Not only did my heart race with complete shock at the general aspect of it all, but the fact that my child was almost into this world and it only required a few pushes from Jody in order for them to take their first breath of air and for me to hold them in my arms was overwhelmingly exciting.


“Now what?” My uncle asked as Jody let out a struggled heave of pain, knowing she was already trying to push without being told to, but I ignored my uncle and focused on Jody.

“All right, Jody, just push.. That’s all you have to do and it’s all over, just push,” I encouraged. She looked at me as if she wanted me dead, as if I was the last person she wanted to be in this room for this act, yet at the same time, her eyes read as if I was the only one that could help her, the only one that could get her through this and I gave her an encouragingly fake smile, noticing her eyebrows going softer and she seemed humbled by how I looked at her.

“O-Oliver.. Get me through this, help me.. Please.. Please, help me.. I can’t do this by myself,” she nearly begged and I nodded.

“Neither can I, so I need your help, too. I’m not going anywhere until our baby is born, I promise,” I replied and she seemed better after my words, but her face was still glistening with sweat and she was still in pain, my hand then feeling our child emerging more and I still tried my best not to look. 


A grueling and exhausting half an hour later, we were finally at the home stretch, “Come on, Jody, just one more.. One more push and it’s over,” I encouraged, my hands ready to catch my baby and she pushed hard as I gently pulled, watching Jody take a few more breaths before pushing one last time. I knew she was exhausted.. She could barely breathe, she barely had any strength left and there were a few times where I even thought she was weaving in and out of consciousness from all of her work and all of her pain. I could feel the bed sheets on the back of my hand as I waiting for the baby to come out, knowing the bed was soaked in blood, but I didn’t know how much, all I knew was that this baby needed to come out now or I might just lose Jody and be forced to be more invasive, which was something I wanted to avoid.


With all of Jody’s strength that she had left, she pushed and I pulled one last time, the baby coming out and into my hands and I looked to my uncle who then came over with the knife and cut the cord, “Grab the towel you brought,” I then instructed, hearing the baby beginning to cry and I handed them off to my uncle. 

“L-Let.. Let me see..” Jody said weakly with a quiet tone, but my uncle and I ignored her as I watched him cleaning the baby off as it cried. My hands were shaking, I could barely contain my curiosity for the gender, waiting until he had cleaned the blood and everything else off of them before I could look.. I kept my eyes off of Jody, off of the bed that I knew was covered in blood, fixated on my uncle with his back turned to me.


“You got yourself a baby boy, kid,” my Uncle Gareth announced and I let out an excited sigh, a smile instantly on my lips and I quickly got off the bed as I removed my gloves, stepping over towards him holding my son. I reached up to touch his face and he was so small, so delicate and beautiful and I couldn’t help but feel such a high as I looked at him. He was perfect, and he was finally here with me.

“It’s a boy?” Jody asked, “Let me see him! Let me see him, dammit!” She demanded as the baby continued to cry, my uncle and I continuing to ignore her.

Deal with her, my uncle implied towards Jody, “Then you can hold your son all you want. I’ll go get him cleaned up, Nina should be here soon enough, too, so make it fast,” my uncle instructed and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, nodding to his instructions and I watched my uncle step carefully out of the room, shutting the door behind him.


“You son of a bitch! Let me see him! Let me see him you fuckhead!” Jody continued to demand and her plea got more emotional, crying as she lie there on the bed and I looked to her with the same smile on my face. 

“Not a chance,” I replied, stepping over towards her and I sat next to her on the bed.

“Oliver, please.. Please, let me see him, let me see our son,” she begged as more tears streamed down her face.

“He’s not your son, he’s mine. Only mine,” I replied, watching as her cheeks continued to soak in more and more tears and I even noticed the tears beginning to build up in the curves of her ears, making miniature pools only big enough for an ant. I enjoyed looking at her like this.. I felt.. Immortal. 


“Please, Oliver..” She continued, but I ignored her begging.

“I feel..” I stopped, letting out a healthy sigh before continuing, “I feel so alive right now, so focused and so determined. I feel like I’m never going to come down from how happy I am at this very moment and it feels so amazing. Do you want to know why I’m so happy?” I asked, standing from the bed and I walked slowly over towards the dresser, noticing that my uncle had left the knife behind after cutting my sons cord and I picked it up within my hand. For some odd reason, as I looked at the blood already on it, it didn’t make me as faint as I had thought it would.. How odd..


I made my way back over towards her and I stood next to the bed, still holding the knife, “I’m happy because I finally met my son. I’m happy because I still have the love of my life waiting for me at home. I’m happy that all of this is over and soon I’ll never have to worry about you screwing anything up for the rest of my life,” I continued, looking up at her from the knife and I finally looked towards the bed between her legs for the first time, seeing almost the entire foot of the bed soaking up Jody’s blood and I guessed that she had torn pretty badly, but I wasn’t about to stitch up anything, “Wow.. Looks like you’re bleeding out, so I’ll make this quick,” I said with a little haste.


I held the knife up in front of me more, admiring the blade and I then looked towards Jody, her skin turning pale and each breath she let out was a struggle, “I think it’s pretty ironic.. You do all of these horrible things to me and to the one I love, but in the end, you’re the only one that’s truly lost. You’ve lost your brother, you’ve lost me, and now you’ve lost your son because of your actions.. If you had a chance to go back and redo it all, would you?” I asked, noticing that her blood loss was making her even weaker than she already was and she could barely keep her eyes open, “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter in the end, anyways,” I said with a chuckle.


Quickly, before she died from blood loss, I hoisted up the knife and plunged it deep into the top her chest, seeing her eyes go wide momentarily and her breath caught in her throat. I had plunged the knife directly over her trachea, making it impossible for her to take another breath even if she wanted to and I watched as blood poured out of her mouth and down her chin, looking dead into her eyes and she convulsed only slightly, struggling to try and take a breath before finally, after roughly fifteen seconds of watching her fight to live, I watched the life leave her eyes.


But, it still didn’t feel like it was enough. Her eyes remained open, staring at me, taunting me, still having a hold on me and I reached for the knife I had left in her trachea, now becoming completely erratic and I lost it.. 


“You fucking bitch!” I yelled, driving the knife into her repeatedly and aimlessly, absolutely loving the hard thudding sound the knife made every time it punctured through her chest and I grew sick with enjoyment. I felt blood soaking my hands and spraying on my arms, onto my chest and my face, losing count how many times I had actually stabbed her, though I wasn’t really counting in the first place.. I was just.. Completely loving this.. Enjoying how much she deserved this and asked for this. This was her fate, and this was my destiny.. I knew that now. It was so clear to me.


Eventually, about three long minutes and most likely over fifty stabs later, I stood at the side of the bed, dropping the knife from the clutch of my blood-soaked hand as I stared down at Jody, or whatever was left of her. My breathing was as heavy as it ever was, completely exhausted, arms aching, hands shaking. I slowly came off of my immense high that seemed to take over for a bit and unable to control myself at all, but I soon felt things returning to normal. I don’t know what had come over me, all that I knew was that I felt incredible and it wasn’t until I heard my son crying in the other room that I completely felt myself letting go of everything that had to do with the past.

Finally.. Everything was going to be okay..


A weak smile came to my lips as I continued to pant in exhaustion and now the sight of the blood dripping onto the ground from the bed and covering the hardwood floor made me a little light-headed, “I’m.. I’m free..” I let out in a whisper. My vision went a little blurry, the sound of thick, heavy blood dripping down and hitting the floor, only increasing the already large puddle on the ground and I staggered towards the door.


I gripped the handle with my slick, bloody hand and I took a few steps into the living room, looking at my uncle holding my little boy and his eyes widened.

“Holy shit, Ollie!” He exclaimed, the last thing I remembered before my knees gave out and I fell to the floor.




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~ by SimComix on March 26, 2015.

43 Responses to “Generation 4, Chapter 15”

  1. Well, shiiiiiii–the insane really came out in him. Holy. Crap. Wow. So, the thing that I worry about is that while in the moment, Oliver felt invincible and immortal, and continued to even a little after the deed was done, but is that really how he’s going to feel later. I’m not too sure, I guess. Especially since he fainted there at the end. I know he felt things would get better now that Jody is gone, but I don’t think that will be the case. Especially given that that cop is obsessively sniffing around him and his family, looking for a clue at every corner. And then there’s Isaiah and the baby. It’ll be interesting to see the story that Ollie comes up with to explain Jody’s disappearance and abandonment of their baby. Ahhhhh, I’m so worried and anxious!

    Yay, the baby has arrived! haha So strange to be excited about that give the circumstances. Although I’m a little sad that the babe is a boy (freaking Jody, grrr), I can only imagine all the possibilities for his story in the next gen. He is going to be one messed up kiddo. Even if he never learns about his mother and is raised in a loving environment with Ollie and Isaiah, there’s all that deep seeded shit that lives under the surface. A baby born in blood….Can’t wait to find out the name, too!

    Ok, back to the beginning and happier times. lol I’m so happy that Isaiah and Oliver were able to clear up their misunderstandings and talk it out. And, D’aaawwwwwww!! <3 Oliver is the absolute cutest! Decorating the nursery to surprise Isaiah. And getting him a new pair of glasses. He really is trying to make amends and fix their little tuff. Oliver in glasses–adorable. Then again, Oliver as Oliver is just adorable. XD I love how playful they are. hehe Isaiah is too precious. He'd stealing part of my heart more and more. Which is ok since he's with Oliver. They can share it so long as they stay together. :)

    So, I really liked this chapter. It was so cheerful and upbeat at the start and then did a complete 180 and became so dark and violent and sinister. The insane really showed in the second half. So well done. Oh, and I almost forgot. I really like Gareth's reactions in this chapter. Cracked me up. lol Did he really call Ezra, or did he call Gibson, too? So interesting. So many questions for what is coming next. Loved. This. XD

    • In response towards Oliver being very invincible, it was just his OWN experience when dealing with the insanity. Every one of my heirs (and founder, of course) has been different, or felt different things when it comes to “the red”, but this was just Oliver’s way of showing it. Never in his life, his sad, lonely life, had he ever felt like this before, the ability to make GOOD of something he saw as so BAD, so he completely opportunized on it and completely loved it. THAT’S why he felt like that. It’s nothing really to worry about, it’s just a difference in personalities, and how different every heir feels when they get to that insanity point. Oliver fainting in the end was him just coming out of his “alternate reality” (which was his insanity) so he came back to normal in the end because of seeing all of the blood that he can’t deal with. It was his normalness catching up with him after he had done something he couldn’t do WITHOUT his insanity.
      Also, he got the detective off of his ass, thanks to Oliver’s words as well as Gareth’s threat.. You don’t have to worry about that (well, not yet, at least, IF they don’t get away with it)

      Yess! Babyy!! FINALLY! LOL omg I was so surprised when it was a boy.. I was honestly expecting a girl just because it’s now 15 chapters in and I thought karma would give me a goddamn girl after ALL OF THAT STORYLINE. XD BUT, I DO uphold to my randomness when it comes to gender of the heirs born as wall as their traits, and a boy just so happened to be born, so please, don’t let it being a boy let you change your judgement.. Just because Oliver had a strong past in GETTING the baby doesn’t necessarily mean that the baby will develop the same way as Oliver and Jody’s past. Traits mean EVERYTHING to me, seriously.. And I will abide by only that, like I have with my past heirs. Plus *whispers* just because he came from a terrible past doesn’t mean that Oliver might tell him about it in the future.. hehehe!
      To you, and those of you who read my replies to other commenters, this baby will most likely have NO IDEA what he had been through. Oliver is a secretive motherfucker, and I know you all believe it because he fucking is a secretive little shit LOL But, I doubt this baby will know anything about what had happened. I treat all “POTENTIAL” heirs the same (and I’m accentuating on the ‘potential’ part, because who knows what will come from Isaiah and Oliver) and I just hope that in the end, an heir that everyone can enjoy will be picked. *coughs hard*

      LOL Yess, back to the beginning! I love writing them, they’re so cute together, and you’re right, Isaiah is so playful and outgoing hehe Even after their argument, even without Isaiah telling Oliver exactly what he wanted him to do, Oliver was able to figure it out in the end.. He eventually knew that Isaiah wasn’t going to leave him, but he wanted to show Isaiah, in some way, shape or form, that he was serious about their future and kids and all that, since Isaiah didn’t really believe JUST his words. The new nursery definitely helped Isaiah see that all of what Oliver said before was true, him wanting the same thing, just NOT YET haha. Isaiah was also able to let Oliver know why he felt like that, and it was because of what you readers had assumed haha! He was jealous, and he’s not getting any younger, and of course, the fact that he went through an almost-death experience kind of jolted him and caused him to want to speed up their life together so he could enjoy all he could while it was still happening and while he was still alive.
      Aww, Oliver with glasses.. Hahaha I thought he was so fucking cute with them on I just HAD to include it in the chapter.
      So glad you liked this chapter! It began with dried paint on Oliver’s skin, but ended with blood tainting it. XD Glad you liked the insanity! (though Oliver’s generation has been more subtle than the last few)
      Thanks so much for reading and commenting! <3

      • First, thank you for being the soother of my worries and fears, there to comfort and reassure me and to set me straight. Seriously, helps so much. I like how you explained them “going into the red.” I love how you change the lighting to illustrate that occurrence, as well. It’s all so beautifully visual and it really alters the feel of those particular scenes. That makes sense, of course, him feeling powerful that he actually has the ability to control the outcome of his life when he has always been this passenger who is just along for the ride without a say in the matter. I get that. I suppose I was just worried because we are so not used to that side of Oliver and suddenly it explodes in full force. Geezuz. That’s symbolic, huh? The paint from the nursery on his face to the blood on his hands. Freaking brilliant!

        As to the baby. I love babies, so whatever. haha Can’t hold the sins of his despicable mother against him, especially when Oliver is his papa. I would adore him just for that. hahaha I was thinking that, too. How much would it have sucked if it was a girl. lol Maybe not sucked, but yeah, karma. Now work your way around THAT! haha Oooh, I love that traits are so important to you. I have noticed that in these last few gens, and it makes each character so unique and interesting.

        Yeeeah. Oliver is a sneaky, secretive little shit sometimes, huh? lol I can totally see him not telling the babe about Jody. Heck. I’d pretend the B didn’t even exist. I was just thinking, secrets have a way of coming to light. And who knows what to expect from you. hehe you are always surprising us. I’m just playing the guessing game. Sooooo, your saying there’s still a chance of Ollie and Isaiah babies? Oh dear lord. I would die. haha

        • You’re very welcome on clarifying that. But yes, this is just Oliver’s way of dealing with the insanity, so he felt completely invincible for the first time in his life, which resulted in him being strong enough to kill Jody to complete that doubt in his mind that him and Isaiah would ever be happy again. She needed to be gone in order for him to EVER feel like that, and now that she is, he’s just.. SO happy.
          Yess hahah! The paint he washed off in the beginning, and the blood he doesn’t wash off in the end! XD Very symbolic.
          Yess, I really hope that when it comes down to it, if Isaiah and Oliver have children together, and IF they’re boys, I want the TRAITS to be acknowledged more than the kid’s experiences from their father’s life, because it isn’t THEIR life, you know? I LOVE new traits and experimenting with new ones, so I hope this babe, as well as possible future ones, make a whole new trait wheel that gives you readers a go for your money XD Isaiah and Oliver will have kids together, it’s just the matter of how many babes it takes to get to another male where I can do an heir vote! LOL We’ll see, though. Hopefully my game is nice to me and I don’t have a Generation 1 repeat, where I had to try 4 TIMES before I got a boy. LOL
          Every baby born is random, so we’ll see if there IS even an heir vote in the future! If not, then get ready for this baby to take over.
          Oh god yes, its only chapter 15, babe. My gens last at least until 20 or more. Hahahaha! You really think I’d let JODY be the last person to let Oliver have a babe with? PFTTT lmao <3 More babies to come, for sure.. Whether their heir potential or not is out of my hands.

  2. *slowly closes mouth* I think…I think I might have stared at this for like, 10 whole minutes before I remembered where I was and how I might want to write a comment now in order for me to process everything that just occurred in this chapter. That being said, there is a LOT to process this chapter, so get ready for one long ass comment! Alright then *cracks knuckles* Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?!

    The beginning melted my heart in the best way possible. It was so adorable. I knew that Oliver had opened up more to the idea of having children with Isaiah given how the last chapter ended, but I didn’t expect him to go full out and use their time apart to design a nursery! How freaking sweet!! I swear I couldn’t stop smiling throughout that whole sequence—and is it just me, or did Oliver look especially adorable in those shots? Actually, all of these pictures look particularly striking. I could just be imagining it, but did you get a new graphics card? Either way, everything looked so beautiful…like Oliver’s sweet baby blue eyes *dreamily stares* Not to mention Oliver with Isaiah’s glasses on? It was at that point that my cheeks began to hurt from smiling so much. He’s so fuckin’ adorable with them, isn’t he?! Please say he gets reading glasses or something late in life, LOL. I’ve no idea how he managed to keep them on for so long though—I wear glasses/contacts myself, but it’s so uncomfortable when I put on someone’s glasses if they’re stronger than mine—instant fishbowl effect! Lol. Still, so, so cute!

    Then afterward, oh my, oh my. *fans self* *walks outside into frigid cold* *rolls in snow* *fans self some more* Such a shame those two were interrupted! Their love for one another is so deep and pure and genuine that it makes seeing them together all the more sweet! I am so looking forward to seeing those two spend their lives together—they are going to be the best daddies ever! ^_^ :| Effing Jody.

    I gotta say though, seeing Oliver feeling so powerful and invincible made the dark part of me grin like a maniac. Not because I like seeing psychotic murderers, but because it felt so wonderful for Oliver to FINALLY truly have the one up on this woman who made his life hell. Oliver rarely feels so strong, so seeing him that way, even in such dark circumstances, was pretty damn awesome. Yes, Oliver, YOU ARE FREE NOW!!! *happy tears* Now come back from the dark side, baby….you have a loving boyfriend and son to take care of!

    ON THAT NOTE, I admit I, like MsMidnightBlonde was pretty freaked out by the fact that the baby is a boy because I expected the worst, but I read your reply to her and feel much more relaxed now. Not that some serious shit won’t happen in the next generation, but at least maybe I won’t go through a Gareth-on-PCP generation or anything, LOL. Or at least, I hope not XD

    Lastly, that end sequence? “Holy shit, Ollie!” FAINT.


    GAHHHHHHHH! *gets out of chair and just starts clapping madly* I LOVE THIS BLOG SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! This chapter was super ultra perfection and I am SO freaking stoked to see more!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!

    You are my hero :’)


    • WHAT THE FLIP. WordPress ate a HUGE chunk of my comment, thereby making it look like I had a severe cognitive lapse halfway through. OIY.

      Anyway, after “They are going to be the best daddies ever!” It SHOULD say:

      “Now things start getting a little tense…Jody is in labor?! ABOUT FREAKING TI—I mean, oh dear, go Oliver, go!

      Now onto the cabin! Gareth was surprisingly supportive this chapter—well, as supportive as Gareth can be the little shit! I WILL STILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM! Did you know I still can’t see a bakery in the sims without freaking out a little? I AM NOT EVEN JOKING. THE GEN 3 PTSD IS REAL. SIM BAKERIES NOW HURT MY BROKEN HEART. FUCK PASTRIES.

      Woah, went on a bit of a tangent there. *deep breath* What was I saying? Oh yes, GARETH! LOL I cracked up so hard when he was like, “What? I didn’t catch that…Your quiet, feminine voice is too soft for me to he—“ HAHAHAHA. ASSHOLE—but that was seriously so funny XD Way to get Oliver to step up and get in there!

      Oh Jody…sigh. I felt a little bad for her sometimes, in extreme pain and tied to a bed as she gives birth to this baby, but honestly, that feeling really wasn’t all that strong, which is a testament to how truly awful she was. Not saying necessarily that she deserved quite that torturous of a death, but I suppose I’m not saying she didn’t deserve it either. I’ll just…leave that as is. Effing Jody >:|”

      AND THEN it should continue into me grinning at Oliver’s invincible self.

      Hope that makes sense. Sigh. Stupid WordPress.

      • hahaha Your comment is absolutely brilliant! I’m laughing the whole way through and nodding in agreement. lol Bakery PTSD? Yeah, I have that, too. And one of my sims owns a bakery/restaurant, so my heart kind of breaks in sorrow and swells with joy all at the same time. But so glad I’m not the only one so deeply affected by these wonderful characters. :)

        • Omfg you two.. You two are killing me with laughter. LOLL I will reply to all of this tomorrow, but I’m just letting you both now that Jesus Christ.. You two are hilarious and are always making me laugh. Thank you so much for this. XD <3

        • Haha I was nodding in agreement the entire time I read your comment too!

          OMG I’m so glad that I’m not the only one suffering from Bakery-PTSD. I swear it just comes on out of nowhere. For instance, scrolling through Facebook…Sims 4 ad appears for Get to Work….glances at picture….Oh, look, it’s a bak–“I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! NOOOO! WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?

          You are definitely not the only one so deeply affected!

      • Okay.. A reply to this.. Here I go.. *takes a deep breath*
        Haha yesss there is a lot that happened in this chapter.. So much to absorb >.<
        Oh yes, Oliver went all out for Isaiah, but he did the nursery mostly to SHOW Isaiah how serious he was since Isaiah didn't believe only his words. This really gave him Oliver's perspective on things and made him realize that much more that Oliver is serious about it, but he just needs time before jumping straight into it. Kids are a pretty big step in their relationship and Oliver just isn't quite ready XD
        And no, I didn't get a new graphic card, I just have a really nice laptop solely meant for gaming. Maybe the way I did the lighting in the condo in the nursery just made everything look nicer.. Hmm.. Idk hahaha But thank you! I'm glad you like how everything looks!
        LOL And Oliver was just determined not to forget Isaiah's glasses, so he left them on, and also, he was probably sitting in the bedroom for an hour or so waiting for Isaiah to call him (what a dumb thing to do XD ) He probably just got used to them.. Then forgot to take them off when Isaiah finally called and his excitement made him that much more oblivious to him wearing them. LOL I'd like to think that Isaiah doesn't have THAT bad of vision, either.. I wear glasses then I'm on the computer or reading a book, but everything else, I don't usually wear them.. I guess that's kind of how I see Isaiah's vision being, too.
        LOLL *laughs to you needing to roll around in the snow* They really are just a cute, sexy little couple, aren't they? XD Well, Isaiah's guilty for being so damn pushy whenever it comes to *cough*sex*cough* and Oliver is still just so shy about it. And you're right, they're going to be really good daddies, whenever I finally get around to writing it hahaha
        Yessss, Jody FINALLY in labor. And Gareth was pretty supportive in this chapter, you're right, but he's still a dick about stuff. LOL Calling Ollie a damsel in distress.. XD lmaooo PTSD from a bakery omg LOL Ahh yes, Oliver's insanity finally kicked in and the guy finally got to do what his subconscious has been DYING to do ever since he met her. *braveheart* FREEEEEDOOOMMMMM!
        Ahhh yeah, the whole "worrying about it being a boy" thing. I'm glad you read my reply to MsMidnight, cause I would've repeated what I said to her in this reply, too. But, I'll repeat just a bit of it. Don't let it being a boy cloud your judgement! EVERYONE is different, and if Oliver and Isaiah have any baby boys in their future, an heir vote will take place, but I'd hate for this baby to be so hated just because it's from Jody hahaha!
        Glad you liked how it ended with Gareth's comment! XD I'm glad no one talked about my terrible photoshopping, too LOL
        Thanks so much for reading and commenting! <3

  3. I love, love, LOVE how you always make the room turn red! :P But wow, what an overkill. It was to be expected though with all that she put him through. Hopefully now he’ll be able to have a normal life…that is if he doesn’t get caught.

    I wasn’t expecting an update so soon, but I’m glad you were able to! :) I loved the chapter as always!

    • Yess! Hahhaa it’s a TIDL favorite/tradition to make the walls turn red once the heir/founder goes “insane”. I love that aspect, I’m glad you like it, too! God, I spent so long in photoshop trying to portray all that blood, LOL it might not look good, at least to me, but it gets to point across, that’s for sure. XD I tried my best hahahaha
      I’m glad I was able to get a chapter out, too! I didn’t expect to so early in my moving process, but I think I took enough procrastinating breaks to the point where I could LOL I can’t stop this story, I think about it always.. I just couldn’t bring myself to take a break XD
      Thank you so much for reading and commenting! <3

  4. Wow, so I didn’t expect to stare at the nursery that long, but I love the way you decorate. I know I always say that, but it’s the truth. I just love how you make it noticeable that it’s a nursery, but it’s not so childish that I want to throw up. LOL. I also loved the paint stains on Oliver’s skin. Aww, Oliver was so cute sitting there playing with Isaiah’s glasses, T_T. I’m glad Isaiah finally realized exactly what Oliver was trying to say to him. Jealousy can be a crazy thing, can’t it? Poor Isaiah feeling jealous of Jody, if only he knew he had nothing to be jealous about because Oliver hates her.

    Mmmm, Gareth. *falls off the couch* LMAO the small pep talk he gave Oliver was really sweet. I liked the damsel in distress comment. I felt bad that Oliver was doubting all his wants about being a doctor before he went into the cabin, almost like he was trying to tell himself there was no way he could do this kind of stuff before he even got to experience it. I’m proud of him for actually doing it though, I think Gareth’s talk helped quite a bit. Also the realization he has just before the pep talk? Poor guy, thinking he’s meant to fail. No, Oliver, you aren’t meant to fail. You’re meant for great things. *hugs*

    LOL every time Jody screamed, I laughed. XD I’m just so sick of her. Today I didn’t really feel like I needed to throw her out the window or run her over with a semi because she was already in pain, and it was making me laugh. LOL. Ugh I kept thinking she was a hypocrite when she was like telling Oliver to take her to the hospital, it’s like, you caused Oliver so much pain, you dumb bitch, you don’t deserve to go to the hospital. I thought what Oliver said to her in response was great. *plucks her eyelashes out of her face one by one* Okay, so I couldn’t resist torturing her slightly. *shrugs*

    You know what? It’s really cool that you made Oliver have that fear of blood because it just reiterated the insane gene kicking in, like the polar opposite of how Oliver normally is, versus him feeling like the blood on the knife didn’t phase him, and that he actually liked it. I giggled when she was bleeding out, and I LOVE that Oliver stabs her before she lost consciousness from it. Bitch totally deserves all the pain in the world, and even if she didn’t feel the majority of the 50+ stabs, I think being stabbed in her trachea when she was already in pain from giving birth was perfect, like it was better than him just stabbing her in the heart cause I think it caused her more pain when she couldn’t breathe. *dances on the bed in celebration that she’s dead*

    I like how proud Gareth looks when Oliver comes out all bloodied, like “holy fuck, you did that??” Or shocked, whatever, proud/shocked. I guess in my mind, I see it as proud because of how Gareth sees Oliver as a weak person most of the time. LOL aww, Oliver fainting after his insanity gene goes back into hiding. Does this mean if he becomes a doctor he can only do surgery while he’s insane? o.O That’s so funny to think about. I mean I guess he could just change his specialty to something less trauma filled, LOL, but yeah, these are the things I think about… *understands the twisted mind*

    Love, love, love this chapter. :D ♥

    • Aww, good! It makes me so happy to hear that you like how I decorate! I really, really enjoy doing it, the nursery was a lot of fun to do. Yess, it’s good that Isaiah finally fully understood Oliver.. He’s known to be patient with him with everything, but with everything that’s happened, Isaiah kind of wanted to speed up the process. Sadly, when doing so, it resulted in a fight T_T But at least it’s better now hehe LOL so true, Isaiah really doesn’t need to be jealous at ALL of Jody XD
      Yeah, Oliver did seem like he was talking himself out of out of doing it, but thankfully, with Gareth’s help, he put himself back on the right track haha There’s no WAY Gareth could’ve done this on his own if Oliver wasn’t there to do everything. Without Oliver, Gareth probably would’ve just kept leaning against the wall until the baby was out on it’s own, took it, then killed Jody himself without a word or any hesitation hahaha
      Hahaha yess, Jody was getting plenty of what she deserved, you can finally take a break on your torture towards her LOL though it is still fun. >:D mwahaha Ahh yeah, the knife to the trachea was just the icing on the cake and was the last thing Oliver could think of to fully make her suffer before she finally died. Not being able to breath when trying so hard to just to cling to whatever life you have left.. Pretty brutal. And, not to mention overkill on Oliver’s part when he then continued to stab her so many more times, but then again, I suppose that was the insanity in him celebrating her finally being out of his life.
      Aw, thanks hehe I like how he’s prone to fainting and getting queasy and light-headed when he sees blood, but with his insanity kicking in, he was a completely different person that really loved seeing it. LOL Yeah, Gareth was pretty proud, plus he loves this type of stuff, so seeing all that blood on Oliver probably made him excited that he was capable to doing something to “awesome” (in HIS mind haha) Oh man, that would be something, wouldn’t it? Oliver needing to be insane when he did surgeries? Hahaha That would probably be the only way he could make a career out of it, just so he could deal with the blood and all that, but I think you’re right, he’s probably going to find something to do that’s less trauma filled, since the insanity can’t just be turned on and off like a switch he can control.
      So glad you loved it! Thanks for reading and commenting! ^_^

  5. Awesome chapter, as usual! The beginning & end were polar opposites. Oliver was so incredibly sweet and thoughtful in the beginning, doing everything in his power to make Isaiah feel loved and appreciated. The nursery is gorgeous and really fits in well with the rest of their condo.

    I love that as soon as they’re in the condo, Isaiah immediately pulls Oliver into his arms, kisses him and addresses the fact that Ollie left him hanging in the hospital. That had been a big moment for Ollie, when he had taken control of a situation with Isaiah. He’s usually so passive. After beginning to apologize, he stopped himself and said he wasn’t sorry. Finally, he stood his ground. Atta-boy, Oliver! I’m proud of you, man!

    It’s moments like that one, the one when Isaiah first sees the nursery and gets emotional and when they’re alone together that really get to me. I love all the big events, too — don’t get me wrong — but their relationship is so special that I gobble up all the details. Isaiah is so open in his passion for Oliver, and Ollie is still shy, calling sex “that.” Love Isaiah’s response — that the doctor said “I can do whatever I want and I want to do you. Actually, he told me that it’s better to have sex than take the pain meds.” Isaiah’s a man on a mission. Oliver finally relents and things start heating up and Jody screws things up yet again. Dammit! At least I knew it would be the last time. *evil cackle*

    Gareth was smart to get Nina to take care of the baby. Oliver certainly hadn’t thought that through. It’ll be interesting to see what he comes up with for an excuse to get custody of the baby and for Jody’s disappearance. It’s a boy! :D As soon as Gareth said, “Deal with her,” I started seeing red as I was scrolling down. *whispers REDRUM* As he plunged the knife in Jody’s trachea, Oliver got his closure and a huge sense of relief. I was surprised when he went crazy with the knife, but rather than feel anything for Jody, all I thought about was — Oliver, you’re getting your clothes covered in blood. Take your shirt off first. I didn’t want any more evidence than necessary to link him to the murder or for Isaiah to discover his secret. Yeah, so that’s where my loyalties lie. :D *waves goodbye to Jody and mutters … evil bitch*

    • Thanks! So true, the beginning and the end are so different, beginning with Oliver having paint on his skin, just to end with blood on it instead >:D Aw, thank you, I’m glad you like the nursery! It was really fun to decorate.
      Haha yess! We’re slowing seeing changes in Oliver and he’s getting more and more open with Isaiah, as well as less passive and a little more recalcitrant. He’s finally getting used to being in a relationship, especially one that he wants to make sure lasts, so he’s doing more and more things to see that it does.
      Aww hehe they really are special, aren’t they? T_T LOL Isaiah does sometimes seem to have a one track mind when around Oliver, but he just loves him so much and having sex is the one thing that Isaiah sees as how he can get the closest with Oliver possible, so he always loves trying to convince him to do it XD And of course, Isaiah’s the only man/person in general that he’s gotten so intimate with and Isaiah knows that, so it makes him feel that much more special that Oliver chose him to do those things with. I think Isaiah loving doing it so much, too, because he knows Oliver probably wouldn’t do that with any of guy if they were to ever break up, so he almost revels in it because it makes him feel that much more special. I hope that makes sense hahaha It kind of just makes him sound incredibly selfish, but he really isn’t XD And yes, hehehe Oliver’s still shy around him to the point where he can’t even say the word ‘sex’ without his entire face turning red haha Ugh, yeah, Jody going into labor interrupting them. >:[ But you’re right, it’ll be the last time that ever happens mwahahaha
      Yeah, Gareth is always a couple steps ahead of Oliver because he’s done something along these lines countless times, where this is obviously Oliver’s first, so he’s thinking of everything he can to protect his nephew. He has a good idea on what to do with Jody and everything, but now he finally starting thinking about what to do with the baby and Nina was the first person that came to mind to help with that. Yes, it’s a boy! For some reason I was expecting my game to be like *points and laughs* IT’S A GIRL!? And I was preparing myself for that, but I’m just glad it came out this way haha RedRuummmmm! Yeah, Oliver still doesn’t really think things through, so he didn’t bother worrying about doing anything with his clothes, all he cared about was finally getting rid of Jody. He went a little crazy with the knife afterwards, yeah, but that was just him finally letting himself get lost in immense relief he felt that she was finally gone. The initial first stab but him just getting rid of her, but the rest was mostly just the act of him taking out his anger on her of all the things she’s done to him. Overkill, for sure, but necessary in Oliver’s insane mind.
      Ding-dongg the bitch is deaddd! LOL
      Thanks for reading and commenting! :D

      • You couldn’t see, of course, but I had a big smile on my face as I was typing about Isaiah being on a mission. I don’t think he’s selfish at all. He’s in love! And they’re both young and gorgeous and have been kept apart for too long. And, as even Oliver would have to admit, “that” feels hella good, too! Remember, they promised to pick up where they left off when Oliver comes home. ;D

        • LOL yes, he’s just crazy in love! XD Aw, thanks! They really are super good looking haha I won’t forget so cover their much needed time together, either! ;D

  6. Holy I don’t know what… That was intense… I loved it! This chapter was AMAZING you capture Oliver’s insanity towards the end in a way that makes it total understandable, but crazy at the same time, and the ending with Jody was so powerful I was even starting to feel nauseous from the blood… *deep breathes* … I need to keep remembering they are only sims but I can’t because their characters are just too believable. Oliver’s situation is impossible, on one hand there is no way Isaiah can ever know this happened, but on the other hand there is no way Oliver can lie to him about something so drastically important!! … This kid has got one heck of a life in store for him … Fantastic chapter!!

    • Thanks, happy you liked it! Aw, sorry you felt nauseous, haha but yeah, Oliver’s excessive use of the knife was him mostly just letting it all finally sink in that she was gone and she’d never be able to hurt him or Isaiah anymore. Aw, so happy to hear that they’re so believable! I really try my hardest to make them not SEEM like Sims, but I’ve always wanted to write stories with plenty of pictures for the visual effect of everything, and Sims was the perfect solution haha And nooo, Isaiah can never know that the one he loves is now a murderer, but Oliver is going to need to think really hard on how he’s going to try and hide all of this and also figure out a way to bring his baby home without Isaiah being forced to figure out the truth.
      Thanks so much! Glad you enjoyed it! And thanks for reading and commenting! ^_^

  7. This… This was amazing.

    I had to read it twice, and I’m still shaking now with the second time. I felt like I was in a trance as soon as the labor really began – and I completely agree with the feeling Ollie had – like this was how it was supposed to happen. Even when my mind tells me I should think it’s wrong – that it is wrong – it just feels so right.

    When She started yelling at Ollie about how Thomas was dead I actually yelled back at Her through my screen. Now my roommates and boyfriend all think I’ve lost my freaking mind…

    But, I just hated Her so much. I hated that even now, after days of nothing but time to think about what happened She still hadn’t come around to the truth. She still thought She could control Ollie. She still thought She was blameless. She still couldn’t fathom reality at all. Part of me should be sad for Her, that She never even got to see Her child. But, I just can’t. She doesn’t deserve that child.

    *As a side note –
    From this point forward Jody doesn’t get a name. She will be referred to as She from now on. She is no longer a person, and she doesn’t deserve to be remembered. I know that’s crazy coming from me and that maybe it’s the adrenaline speaking. You’ll probably have to remind me of this remorseless and pitiless post when I get all high and mighty later. Either way, the monster that was She is finally vanquished, and – as in holding with old superstition – even Her name should be forgot, lest the devil hold any sway in it’s power.

    I know it’ll be rough for the boy to wonder about his mother. I don’t imagine he’ll ever know what happened to her – or at least I pray that he never knows, for sweet Ollie’s sake. And, while it is hard to wish it upon a child that they go through the torture of not knowing a part of themselves – I believe it a sacrifice worthy the trade. To Her he never would have been a person – just as Ollie was only just a character – a possession. This way (even if not by Ollie’s hands) he will have a chance to grow up loved and realized.

    That said – this may have been a MAJOR fuck-up by Ollie. He is soaked in blood and now (since he feinted) his uncle has to take care of the blood on him AND an infant (the second be a task for which Gareth is probably the least capable person) all in the short time before Nina arrives. If Nina sees that mess there’s no way she would cover it up for them. Ollie should have let Her bleed out. They could have called the cops and said She was stalking Ollie, that She went into labor after fallowing Ollie out there and that they couldn’t help that She bled out. Sure – it would have been fishy but there would have been next to no evidence that their story isn’t exactly how it happened. It would have even simplified the process for legalizing Ollie’s son.

    Now though, there’s no way that they can cover up that it was a murder. Even just a skeleton would be enough to tell the cops that She was brutally stabbed. Their best bet is to just burn the whole building to the ground, and be sure to use enough accelerant on the bedroom to be sure that Her body is completely burned. The cops will probably still come futzing around, and may even find her remains eventually… Heck, maybe move the body and burn it somewhere else, and then set the house alight. I don’t know. I’m not into that sort of stuff. :sigh:

    Gareth – that was your specialty. You were the expert on that part, so you should have probably taken care of it. :sigh: But, it’s done now.

    Amazing work Mrs. Oogie. Once again you prove why you’re one of my favorite authors. :D

    • Aw, thank you so much T_T
      LOL im sure your roommates will understand haha I love your passion for this story XD Hmm, good idea, no longer giving Jody a name. She doesn’t deserve to really be acknowledged anymore, anyways hahaha
      Yeah, she never really did come about to all the truth in the end. She isn’t really a stable person, nor does/did she ever like to give up, but her obsession with Oliver and wanting to control him and be with him was like a drug to her that made her crazy. But, thankfully, Oliver finally got his baby and she’s finally been dealt with and is out of his life.
      The boy could possibly have a hard life, what with not knowing his mother and all, but Oliver is a pretty secretive person when it comes to trying to make others happy, so he may not even ever tell the boy where he came from. If Isaiah and Oliver have kids together, he’ll most likely want to talk Isaiah into telling the boy that he was just adopted, or that he was also born from their surrogate if they choose to have kids together later on. I don’t think he’ll necessarily be “tortured” by the fact that he might not ever know what happened to his mother, since Oliver will probably want to say her name ever again, kind of like you don’t want to, so it’s highly probable the boy will just live on to only know Oliver and Isaiah are his parents, and nothing else really matters.
      Eh, I don’t think it was a major fuck up on his part at all. Well, besides the obvious, killing another human being, but not in the sense you’re suggesting. He went to Gareth for a reason, he never knew what his uncle did for a living, but he knew it wasn’t good, nor was it in any sense legal, so asking his uncle for help with this type of thing was the best decision for him to make. If it didn’t turn out like this, he probably would’ve killed her out in the open, or in a way that his uncle couldn’t be there to help, no one would be there to help with something like that and he’d already be in jail, or many other outcomes that wouldn’t work out for him. So, coming to his uncle from the beginning and luring Her there wasn’t a mistake at all. And Gareth can take care of a baby, as far as cleaning it up and then just letting them rest on the couch or wait until he falls asleep to then begin cleaning up everything. Also, there is no definite time in which Gareth says when Nina will be there, same with Ezra. He more than likely set their arrival times differently, knowing he’d need to clean up the bedroom, so he’d want that done before Nina arrives. If Oliver let her bleed out, he wouldn’t have been able to be as free as he felt, he would’ve never gotten the justice he thought was deserved, so it was good for him to do that, for himself, if for no one else. Sure, they could’ve called the cops and said the stuff you did, but they didn’t. Simple as that haha They never really ever had the intention of taking this to the cops. Ever. This was a family thing, and Gareth can’t stand police. Plus, it’s his place, who knows what else he could have there that the police might find that he desn’t want them to.. Who knows if he’s already killed someone there in a different location in the house, so bringing the cops into this is just a bad idea. You’re right, this is Gareth’s specialty, so how you made it seem like he hasn’t thought any of this through is just unlikely hahaha He’s had years and years of experience, I don’t think he’d forget how to deal with getting rid of a body and whatever evidence else. Have a little faith in the man ;)
      Thank you, I’m glad you enjoy my writing so much, and I’m happy to hear that I’m one of your favorites! That means a lot! :D
      Thanks for reading and commenting!

      • I agree totally that Ollie needed to do that – it was the only way he was going to really regain control.

        That said – I am properly chided. Gareth is the expert and I should trust that he knew what Oliver was going to do and was fully prepared for it…

        Actually, I never thought about it, but you’re totally right about Gareth and the cops. They might not even know about the cabin, and why give them the excuse – much less a fucking invitation – to come snooping around and checking shit out. I don’t know why I even thought that was a good idea! lol.

        I know I’m gushing now, but that is another reason why I love your writing so much. It makes me think, and I don’t ever really know everything nor am I ever fully able to predict what or where it’s going. :sigh:

        And yeah – my boyfriend and roommates are getting pretty accustomed to how I feel about this story. My boyfriend even recognizes the blog and family name now (even though he won’t read it despite how much I pester him to – damn him and his Sim biases!!) because I’m so enamored. lol

  8. Also – I’m gonna throw this in here because it’s been bugging me this whole time. So, Jody and Thomas had this crazy, unhealthy relationship together. They were both so vivid and predatory that the fact that they worked together and not against each other as family seemed a bit surprising at first. But, it kinda reminded me of Gareth and Gibson, how they felt superior to all else but each other – and it got me to thinking.

    I brushed the impulse aside at first – assuring myself that I’ve just been watching too much Game Of Thrones – but even now it seems way TOO convenient that she managed to get pregnant from the one and only time she managed to be with him. Sure, it’s technically possible, but it just seems so incredible that it’s been nagging at the back of my mind this whole time.

    Also – now you mention the possibility of another heir, and I was wondering how that would work with the curse. Of course, technically they could just not end up having a kid I suppose, it’s not terribly improbable. But, like Marrick said, any Dubois is a chance to pass on the cursed gene. Even the girls of the family have the danger of producing another psycho. Each one is like a fuse – just waiting for a chance spark – and this child is definitely no different. If anything, he’s worse since he’s probably going to go crazy as well – he’s more of a bomb.

    So, to my point, are we sure the baby is even Ollie’s? Jody said it was. But, that manipulative little cunt would have said anything – and done anything. So, is it not possible that once she figured out that Ollie wasn’t going to go for it she started sleeping with someone else to make the pregnancy happen? (I mention G.O.T. ’cause it being Thomas’ baby had crossed my mind from the get go – especially the way Thomas had taken such an interest… It seems to go way past “brother doing good by his sister”.

    • Hmm.. I don’t know how it seems surprising that they would work together.. They’re family, that’s his little sister, so I think the predatory nature they both have almost made it more believable that they’d work together. She could get what she wanted because Thomas was just looking out for her, like how he threatened Oliver to take care of her and the baby since it’s his, and then again how he tried to get rid of Isaiah because he was an obstacle in Her way.
      Well, it’s actually not all that unlikely that she would get pregnant from only being together once. She was young, 19, probably in her prime, and who’s to say she wasn’t within her “cycle”, either, the best time for her to get pregnant? There’s a lot of different factors that can come in to play, but I don’t really think it’s all that unlikely, or too convenient, that it happened.
      Well, yeah, like you said that Marrick said, any child born of the Dubois bloodline can get the insane trait. For boys, it’s always definite – For girls, it’s only possible. So, if there are any more boys born if Oliver and Isaiah choose to have kids together, they’ll be insane to, because that’s the rule for a permanent trait in this story. It’s an insane patriarchy, so yeah, any boy born will have that trait.
      Yes, the baby is Oliver’s, and in no way to I ever imply incest. Maybe you have been watching too much G.o.T LOL But, it IS Thomas only doing good by his sister. No family member wants to see their little sister being done wrong (or whatever nonsense she fed Thomas) by a guy who knocked her up and wants nothing to do with her, so he tried to do his sister favors for her to make her happy, like I had mentioned earlier, threatening Oliver and even trying to get Isaiah out of the way. Maybe his need to do right by his sister seemed a little more passionate, idk, but it was honestly just him doing right by his sister. Jody is a complete nut job, she was wayyy too possesive over Oliver because she wanted nothing but him, so getting pregnant by him was just part of the plan. She had loved him for a long time before they met, she’s mentioned that to him, so her finally having the chance to make him hers, she didn’t want to mess it up, so she got pregnant by him to keep him close. She never let up, either, and she never once showed disinterest in him because he’s all that she wanted, and whatever she couldn’t do herself, she got Thomas to do it.
      I hope that cleared up some of your worries.

      • It did. Lol.

        I definitely have been watching too much G.o.T. I’m getting paranoid I think. ;)

        Thanks for taking the time to write out such thorough replies.

        To be honest I think you already assured me that it was in fact Ollie’s kid. I don’t know why I keep obsessing over it.

        Actually – it makes total sense now that you say it – why She would go so far as to risk pushing Ollie away by forcing him – if She was specifically plotting to get pregnant. She was a smart girl – if crazy – and young enough to be that viral. Plus, the supplies you’d need to track that sort of thing aren’t exactly expensive or hard to get. I need to stop looking for conspiracies in every little detail. lol

  9. WHAT KIND OF CLIFFHANGER WAS… that?!?! DANGGGG… that was Intense! I just…. just.. wow such insane much wow. LOL Bai nao I think I has too much soda.

  10. What the hell O.o Amazing chapter but…What the fuck did I just witness? God damn, that was intense…But I liked it. :S

  11. Wowowow what a chapter… Soo excited for the new baby and the room looks more than perfect. Stupid Jody I hated her so much thank god she’s gone *fans self* Oliver that Dubois name is finally creeping out!!! Awesome scenes and lol loved Olli’s expressions. Feel so eternally grateful for the your help with that pesky hairstyle and can’t wait to read more~!

    • Thank you! I’m so happy to hear you’re excited for the new baby boy! So happy to hear, too, that you like the new nursery. I really had so much fun decorating it. And yessss, she’s gone, stupid fucking Jody. LOL
      ..Is it weird that I wondered if you were drunk commenting on this? ‘Cause I’m drunk replying.. LOLL
      Omg you’re so welcome! I asked on tumblr for days, and then I saw someone post their sim in CAS with THAT hair so I asked where they got it from and thankfully she had the link! I’m so happy to find it for you!
      Thanks for reading and commenting, too!

  12. Hi. :)

    • Helloo haha.

      • @SimComix when will you be posting 16, this story is just so addicting to me! (That was literally all my feelings…. XD)

        • Aww, thank you so much! I’m so glad it’s addicting! Haha ^_^ And I’ll be updating very soon, actually! Today I got the pictures for about 3/4 of the whole next chapter, so probably before this weekend hopefully! :D

  13. First I’m glad Ollie and Isiah made up. The finally got on the same page and I’m happy about that. :)

    Now…wow Ollie. His crazy is different completely different but there all the same. I’m glad he was able to make it through the delivery without passing out. Aww a little boy. :) So…50 stabs, all that rage came out in that moment even though she was dead after the first one.

    Now what??? I am surprised that Nina took Gareth’s call but considering they have a child I guess she would. Congrats on her being a nurse. Now they have to figure out how to get rid of the body and explain the baby.

    • Yess they made up hehe <33

      Yeah, Oliver's crazy is a little more.. I don't even know a word for it.. Abrupt? He definitely doesn't show it as much, or really at all, until the time is "right", whereas the others have been more on purpose or have happened more than just once without their knowledge. Oliver is the more docile of the heirs, but then that's also questionable because so far, he's been the most intense and intimate with his kill. Not justifying murder, but his one had more purpose than all the others, if that makes any sense XD

      Nina will never NOT be Nina.. Gareth calls, she comes. No matter if she's been done with him or not, they have a daughter together which makes her a part of this family, and for Gareth to call her and tell her he needs her.. She came running, especially when it involved little helpless Oliver that she's known since he was born.

      Thanks for reading and commenting!

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