Once Upon Some Confusing Encounter

[yummybunny]

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Now you see where the title comes from.  I don't know how I gotten here...or into my mother's belly.  (Of course, I know the logic, and the birds and the bees).  But how a nice looking dude like my dad, Thornton world cheat on his smart, sweet wife with my mom, who was his mistress...or someone that just had to benefit him on the side. 

Well, my mom was into politics.  She was a very smart and successful person.  Now one day, I did ask her how did a stud like my father come to her, and she said that smart men are attracted to smarter women.  Well, she had a point.  When I hit puberty and got into females, I wasn't into the dumb ones either.

Well, what was then my mom's office....

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...became my bedroom nine months later.  When she told my father she was pregnant, he told her that she would do anything for her to keep her mouth closed.  Him and his wife, Morgana were really popular in town, I guess.  My mom didn't ask for money, or any luxuries...she wanted the luxury of him in his life as a lover.  The weird thing was when I was born, Thornton was there the whole time.  He even named me after him and everything.  Now, his wife worked at the same hospital, so he knew he would get busted.  My parents just acted like they were close friends, and Thornton just let me have his name, because he didn't want me to have my mother's last name, which would make me seem like I didn't have a father.  My first name is Thornton, because my mom wanted to name me after her friend...please!

Morgana believed every word...or she was in serious doubt.

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And there I am at two years old, playing with the blocks!  I was really horrible at playing with blocks...they would always fall when I stacked them, and they were plain boring.

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When I was two, my father showed up late at night.  He had kept his promise to my mother, so she could continue to keep her mouth closed. 

"I want you to leave her." mom demanded.
"You know I can't leave her." my father responded. "Just hold on."
My mom should had known that Thornton wouldn't leave his wife!  All my mom was to him was a piece of meat on the side...and a tool to him to get deals in with the politicians.  My mom really benefited him.  "Look, you know I still love you." he lied. "We just can't be together right now."

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Then of course, my dad had to hug my mom and stuff to make his lie seem true.  My mom wasn't the most attractive woman, but she could had done better than being a rich, selfish, tycoon's mistress...she had a great personality, very smart, funny, and really nice...she could had gotten a great husband.

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Well, nine months later, my brother Griffin popped out.  After he was born, I guess Morgana caught on.  Morgana never spoke to my mother, nor tried to fight her or anything, but she was angry.  Her husband was gone late nights, and this woman across town with no husband or who was never around a male was having babies...and one had his name.  So, Thornton, who didn't want kids gotten her pregnant, with my half brother, Alex, so she could shut her mouth about her not having kids, but a woman who is not his wife has his kids.

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Gosh, it was hard getting used to Griffin...he was always in the toybox and stuff...hogging the toys.

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I was a chubby child...I really hated it, and my mom often times made me feel bad about myself...it was like she was firing her anger with herself on me.  It really made me dislike her...and we just never had a great relationship.  It made me want to exercise.

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Though I had his name, my father really wanted nothing to do with me.  I would always try to talk to him, but he would honestly shut me down.

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My youngest sibling, Dean was born three years after Griffin.  Once, I saw dad pick up Dean and give him a second of attention, and I was jealous!  I was his oldest son!  I had his name!  Why did I never get any attention!

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I guess after my father retired, used up mother, and didn't need what he needed her for anymore, he stopped being her lover.  "I'm really too old for all that stuff." he would say.  Or "I really don't feel like it."  Then he would ask mom to fix him dinner, and like a slave, she would. 

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Griffin and I had some kind of sibling rivalry as children.  (I am in the blue, Griffin is in the green)  He always was competing with me.  He worked extra to get our parents' approval.  I always knew that I was better than him...the child less favored by a nag like mother was going to be the best.

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As a teenager, after puberty kicked in, I lost a few pounds, and my looks actually started to come.  Girls who teased me in elementary and middle school were all over me, and my mom started treating me much better than my siblings...I figured it was because I looked the most like my father.  I had a thing for this girl named Lindy.  She took me for who I was before my looks kicked in.

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Well, one day, I just had to marry Lindy.  I proposed to her in my home...which I regret.  Someplace romantic would had been better.  After moving out the house, I had a much better life and a much more promising future.  I am currently a rookie baseball player, and I'm moving up fast!  I was only a popcorn boy at the ballpark when I married Lindy, but I told her that I was going to give her everything, and that I didn't want her to work another day for the rest of her life...well, outside the house.

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Then I bought her all these clothes and stuff...she picked out everything.  She couldn't really dress freely, because her father was so strict.  Now that she was my wife, she could dress however she wanted, as long as it was appropriate by my standards--as long as it was respectful to our marriage.

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Two years into our marriage, we found out we had a little one on the way.  I just knew it had to be a boy!  Heck, I'm Thornton Wolff Jr...well, without his money, which only Alex got...EVERYTHING.  But I had to make all boys!

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This pic was a pic Lindy took of me the day Isabella was born.  I was that disappointed.

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And here is my pride and joy when she was two!  She looked nothing like me, but she was my baby, and that's all she needed to me.

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Today, my brother Griffin is...idk...he sits on his butt at home, lives off of mom and her loads of money, and...he has a comfy life.  I knew that childhood rivalry wasn't nothing...I turned out better physically and mentally.

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Dean is a wonderful artist!  He's currently in high school, in his senior year.  He has many paintings that are in museums and galleries all over the world, and he's making lots of money--sometimes, hundreds of dollars for a painting.

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My mother is almost at the top of her career.  She is a political celebrity in our town!  She speaks at all kinds of events, and is often seen on television.  I get along with her today, and she has changed.  She apologized for making my childhood hell, and for insulting me...she just had some problems with herself.  "I just had to learn to let your father go, and be happy for who I am all by myself." she explained. "You cannot count on nobody to make yourself feel good."

Well, that's the back story to my life, and to what I'm about to tell you.  I told you...my background, and about my family.  Well, I'm signing off for today, bye. 

[sim323]

Woww,that was great! I hope you continue on with this or create more

[BroadwayBeckons]

Fantastic! I love it! This is a story I will actually bother to read!

[phoebe91]

YAY! I always love reading your stories <3 Wonderful beginning!

[yummybunny]

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"Waaaa!!!"  Isabella cried as she kicked her feet in her high chair.
"Geez," I grumbled as I got my butt off the sofa. "I thought you were with your mother." Poor Isabella was neglected....being in that chair for probably two hours.  Lindy, my wife had went out into the town, and wanted me to go with her, but I wanted to watch the football game.  Lindy knew that nothing was going to take me from watching a game, especially on Monday nights, when I liked to fix me a few hot dogs, nachos, and a tall jug of cool-aid, with an ice-cold beer.
I carried Isabella over to the sofa, where I was sitting and continued watching the game. Then Isabella started bugging me, crying, and trying to twist out my arms. "Gosh, why didn't your mom take you?" I asked her. "So you can bug me, that's why."
I put Isabella down, and continued watching the game, but instead of playing with toys, Isabella had something else in mind.  I didn't see her go into the refrigerator, and making trips, putting all the food she could reach and carry into the toilet.  I recognized that when I went to get a can of beer...I saw the food trail, and yup, there it was with the other food, in the overflowing toilet.

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Finally, Lindy came home. "Why is the house all overflowed?" she questioned me. I stared at her like she was insane. "You know who did it." I growled. "Little devil did it."  I explained what Isabella did to Lindy, and all Lindy said was, "You should had been watching her. She doesn't know better."  Yes she does know better.
"By the way," Lindy said. "Did you clean the little bears out Bella's bear cave?"
"What the f-heck are little bears and a bear cave?!" I astonishly questioned Lindy.  Lindy and this child was really about to drive me insane.
"Now, Bella calls her poo little bears, and her little potty a bear cave."
"Oh Lord..." I groaned.

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Now, the "bears" didn't look like bears at all.  If there were little bears in there, they died, and became very unrecognizable and stinky.  Gosh, I wasn't cut in for the daddy stuff, but there was no way that I was going to let Bella have the same fate I had...having a father the didn't give a crap about his children.  I believe that since I was man enough to do what I had to do to make Isabella, I was man enough to take car of my "poo bear".  Yeah, her nickname was now Poo Bear.

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I few weeks had passed, and yeah, I was getting more of the daddy look.

Finally, after Bella fell asleep, and the house was cleaned from whatever mess Isabella made, I finally had the chance to read the new issue of Sports Illustrated.  Gosh, someday, I was going to be on the cover.  I just had that much confidence.  "I am the man." I said to myself. "Yup, I am the man."
"Yeah, bring your bad self over here and show me that you are the man." Lindy seductively responded.
"I'm not that kind of man tonight."
"Awww, you are just stressed out from being a daddy."
"Which is why I am not going to be the man to you tonight. We don't need to risk having any more horned food monsters today."

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"Fine, but tomorrow, remember that you wanted me to cook you a big dinner?" Lindy responded. "You wanted a night to yourself to watch action movies, and me and Bella are going to my daddy's house?  I guess you don't want that peace and that food...steak, shrimp, stir-fried vegetables, mashed potatoes, nachos, cake, and a nice, tall, cold beer."
My mouth was watering...I wanted that tomorrow.
"Cool." I agreed. "Well, let's hurry up!"
Yup, I was the man!

[Amiisay]

Oh wow! I love this!

[BroadwayBeckons]

Wonderful installment! I was smiling the whole way through!

[sim323]

(13-09-2009 04:56 PM)Mr. Princess Lambert Popsicle Jasmine link Wrote:Wonderful installment! I was smiling the whole way through!

XD same here. This is awesome it reminds me of phoebes legacy in the sims 2 since it was story/legacy awesome!

[phoebe91]

Awesome! <3 Looks like he's struggling a bit though, and this might result in another kid, so hopefully he'll learn fast xDD

[yummybunny]

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A few months later.

I was discovered!  I was now a minor league baseball player, playing for the Sunset Valley Suns. {unsure} Geez, dumb name, but whatever, I was on my way up, and the extra money was coming in.  I knew that my rise wasn't going to stop...the major league recruiters were always watching, and I was one of the best, and good looking players on the team.

I really enjoyed meeting the fans. I admit that though I am married, I still have a weakness for beautiful women, shoo, it's heredity.

Naw. My dad mated with anything that walked...(sigh)....my mom.  But I guess without him doing that, I wouldn't exist, and my half brother Alex wouldn't be swimming in as much cash. {cursing}

"Hey sweetie! What's your name?"

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"OMG!" the lady squealed. "You're Thornton...um...what's your last name? You're too poor to be related to the rich Wolffs."
Whatever.
"I'm related to them." I admitted. "So what's your name?"
"Zephra."
"Well, how old are you?"
"Sixteen."

Darn, my dreams were crushed of being with that girl, and I wasn't about to go out with no one underage...I could not afford to mess up my life.
I had no more interest in talking to her, but I continued, because it would had been a bad place to end the conversation.  I talked to her about school, and whatever she does...idk. I did find out she was the dude Cyclone 3's (or whatever) granddaughter, and she was loaded.

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After coming home from the game, I sat on my tired behind and watched a football game. Lindy was acting all menopausal and everything. "Geez, why don't you marry a football?" she nagged. "All you do is sit on your butt, work out, and watch games, while I sit in this house with Isabella, getting fat!"
"Well, get off your butt!" I argued. "It's not my fault!"
Lindy cursed at me and called me names. "Yeah, ain't your fault that you aren't a good daddy and husband! You never had one! And all your mom ever did was lay on her butt and back, eating and popping out more!"

Silence.  Finally!

...15 minutes later...

Lindy comes in the living room in tears. "I gained 9 pounds!"
"Hell naw!"
"Thornton, hug me!"  Then she's going to lay on the sofa, and cry all over me.

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The next day, after Lindy and Bella came home from the grocery store, I saw the most horrible thing!

Two Lindys!!! Isabella was looking more and more like her mother everyday. Hopefully, she wouldn't inherit that annoying behavior.

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Four months later.

"Lindy, are you pregnant?" I questioned her. I just happened to see her tending her garden, she had this huge bulge in her stomach. I was really hoping that she was just gaining weight.
"It's about time you realized!" Lindy nagged. "Which proves how you haven't been touching me at all, or paying attention to me!"
"Lindy, you know that I have to go to all these games. I am a professional baseball player now!"
"Well, I'm lonely, and Bella misses you."
"I know, but look, we are financially stable, and it's just a sacrifice we have to take in order to keep us financially stable."
"Well Thornton, we need a new home. This baby is coming soon, and there's no space."
"Put the baby in Bella's room, or in the living room."
"Thornton, fine, you find someplace to stuff the baby!"

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Crap. We didn't have any space. I couldn't place a crib anywhere without it being a fire hazard.
"You can't put the crib in front of the screen doors!" Lindy yelled.

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So I bought a house. {huh}

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A month later, we celebrated Bella's 5th birthday. I was so glad that Bella was turning five, and right on time!  Lindy was going to have the baby anytime, and there was no way I could stand having two babies in the house. Yup, Bella could do choirs, and clean up after herself now...then she cannot be a Horned Toilet Killer or a Watch Flusher or a Silverware in the Garbage Disposal Monster anymore...I could give her whippings or punish her.  Lindy could not say, "She doesn't know better."

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"Gosh dad, please!" Bella whined as she covered her eyes.
"Girl, I'm a good looking man, compared to lots of your future schoolmate's daddies."
Yeah, I couldn't walk in my briefs or boxers anymore.

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"Oh no, Lindy Jr!" I laughed.
"I DON'T LOOK LIKE HER!!!" Bella screamed.
"What's wrong with looking like me?" Lindy questioned.
Finally, Bella could fuss at Lindy. "She's not cute anymore." I teased Lindy.
"Shut up." Lindy responded. "At least I have a second try coming with my second little girl."
"Naw, that's my boy."
"Girl."
"BOY!" Isabella and I yelled together.

Awww...I was going to love Isabella! She was my little girl...Daddy's Girl!