A Sims Story

[yummybunny]

Well, all this legal stuff was really stressing me out.  All I'd ever gotten were phone calls and visits by attorneys and SRS.  I also had to get my background, my home, and my mental health checked.  I'm glad I passed the mental health exam...I always thought Ma was going to drive me crazy.  So, I had to go somewhere fun, when I had the chance.  I barely had time for my passion, cooking, so I decided to go win me another contest.

Then when I thought i was going to win, the head chef there...her name runs my mind, she entered the contest.  I was so happy that I was in the big leagues, but I was nervous as hell.




And I won the contest!  I was so freaking happy!  I couldn't take it like a man!  I had to let the child out in me!  She was really shocked though.  I guess that she's hard to beat.




Well, as I was sitting around, she decided to walk up to me.  She congratulated me and admitted that she was shocked that someone had beaten her.  I wanted to say, "Cause I'm the king!"  But I decided to be considerate, "Well, it is nice to meet people with really good skill."

"It sure is."  she said.  "You are like the first person that beated me in a long time.  There hasn't even been a person that came close."

We sat and talked for hours.  She told me her name, but it runs my memory.  Well, let's call her Sue.  She's the chef and Sue's Secret Kitchen, so her name can be Sue.




Over the weeks, I came by and she came by my place.  We were getting to be good friends.  All of this legal stuff was ending, but I was stressed out.  One night, I'd invited her over for a night of passion.  She didn't know that I wanted her, but we men know how to get a woman in bed.  Well, things were going my way, and she was talking nasty to me.  She smelled like roasted chicken...she didn't have a chance to come home before work, but it was cool.  My body had just gotten really hot when the doorbell rang.  I stood there like a monster was behind that door.

"Are you gonna get it?"  Sue asked.

I sure didn't want to get it...I would had been on my way to the bed with Sue, but this moron had to come.  I opened the door.

"Mom?!"  I gasped.  "What the hell are you doing here?"
"To see how you're doing."  she responded.  Then she happened to look down.  "Looks like you were having a really good time.  You're watching pawn?"
"Mom!"  I cried quietly.  "Please...I'm on a date."
"You aren't on no date, Nelson."  she snapped.  "Looks like you are gonna get yourself in some trouble."
"Those were the dream dates for you, mom.  A man lays you and they are a good dater."




Mom then stormed to the living room, where Sue was. 

Misty:  And who is this!
Nelson:  What do you mean mom?  This is Sue.
Misty: You should be ashamed of yourself!  Taking advantage of poor women, after what you'd done to that other girl.
Nelson:  What girl?!
Misty:  The girl you'd gotten pregnant.
Nelson:  But that was a....
Sue:  What?
Nelson:  Sue, my mom is tripping.  I haven't done nothing.
Sue:  So your son has a baby and a woman someplace waiting for him?
Misty:  ...........
Nelson:  Sue...
Sue:  (slaps Nelson)  I'm glad I didn't let you get a piece of this, you deadbeat!  I bet not see you again!

Then Sue stormed out the house.  Mom had this innocent smile on her face.  I wanted to kill her. 

Misty:  Now, you are stupid.  How are you gonna raise a kid? 
Nelson:  Don't worry about it.  I was raised by a lousy, slut mom and turned out just fine!  I'm going to bed!
Misty:  Just mad, because you didn't get no action.  I don't want to be a grandma already anyways!
Nelson:  I'm a man and I'm on my own!  If I get someone pregnant, then it's my say!  If you don't want to be a grandma, then don't be one!  You wasn't a mom, and why be a grandma?




And Rusty was caught in my bed.  I really didn't mind him laying there.  He was my boy!




Well, when things ended, NaeNae arrived.  She looked really nervous, but happy.  I had a welcoming smile on my face.  I had her room all decorated for her and everything.

"Hey, NaeNae."  I said.  "Well, we are gonna be living together.  Feel free to come to me with anything and call me whatever you like."
"Good, cuz you are my new daddy, so you are Daddy."  she laughed. 




It was a big thing being called Daddy, but it made me realize that I had to be responsible.  I had a child now, and it couldn't be all about me, even though she wasn't my child.  When I signed those adoption papers, I agreed to be her daddy.

"Okay."  I responded.  "Then I am daddy."
"No, you are MY daddy."  she confirmed sternly.  "And you can call me NaeNae.  You can also call me your daughter.  I want you to tuck me into bed, hug me, kiss me, cook me dinner, help me with homework, and do everything a good daddy does...even whip me when I am bad."

She was one bold girl...most kids wouldn't give you permission to whip them.

Well, after living with NaeNae (I dislike her name) for a few days, I recognized stuff about her.  When she accidentally dropped a dish on the floor and saw me coming to investigate the noise. I would find her all scared and huddled in a corner, crying.  "It's okay, NaeNae."  I stated.  "It's only a dish.  I'll just clean it up and you can get another one."  Then I hugged her to confirm that I wasn't mad.  I found out that her mother was deceased and her father was very violent to her.  Then he would always touch her and do other weird stuff to her, especially when she had done stuff like break a dish.  It made me realize that even though my mom was a crappy mom, I was really lucky to have a mom like her.




Well, NaeNae didn't have any nice clothes.  All of her clothes were either dull or out of date.  I told her to throw them away.  I took her to the store and bought her a whole new wardrobe.  It broked my entertainment funds for the next three months, but hey, it's the sacrifices a father had to make.  I also wondered about that baby that I made when I was like fifteen or sixteen with Lydia.  They told me I wasn't the father,  but I knew it was mine by the attitude her and her mom had against me.  I really wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl and how he or she is doing now.  Like it should be about 3 or 4 by now.  I was nineteen...and was living my life because I wasn't accepted into college, but I was really responsible...I could had been a good father as a teenager.