Recap: Irwin finally came to terms with the fact he had given birth to an alien child. He named the child Cid and vowed to be a good father to him. Waffles began to learn to hunt.

Waffles’s hunting skill has gone up to the point where he is brave enough to start chasing critters around. He has decided he likes it best when he chases the critters inside of the house…

…because then he can eat them. As a Neat Hunter, Waffles preferred to eat his prey on a carpet rather than attempt to eat it on a pile of dirt and grass and occasionally, snow. Even though sometimes the critters would leave stains on the carpet that Irwin had to spend time cleaning up, Waffles felt better about it because then his paws weren’t as dirty.

It felt almost too soon for Spring and its festival, but mainly because Irwin was enjoying being snowed in and spending time with his son, and he wasn’t ready to go back to work every single day. He spent hours trying to find the perfect babysitter that wouldn’t laugh or ignore Cid, and even when he finally hired one, Irwin was almost too nervous to leave the house. He guessed this is what normal fathers felt the first time they left the house.

Well, in Irwin’s case, it was the first time he had left the house after having fully devoted himself to his son.

Despite his nerves, Irwin was in need of an immediate promotion. Spending money on diapers, babysitters, and baby food was really eating up his bank account. With the Spring Festival in town, maybe he could find new clients to read.

He also decided he wasn’t going to approach clients the way he used to. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, right?

Before he had a chance to approach any visitors at the park, Irwin’s eyes glanced over to one of the vendors. It was a woman and he couldn’t get a full glimpse of her face, but his heart jumped at the sight of her anyway. Who was she? She didn’t look at all familiar to him… maybe she was new in town?

He started getting anxious. He could tell she was beautiful and knew there was a weird connection with her, but how in the world would he even begin to approach her with that information?

Oh, wait… I’m a psychic…

For your sake, Irwin, I hope she doesn’t see you for the first time with that weird look on your face.

“Excuse me, miss… um… I am a psychic and… I would… I would like to offer…”

The woman smiled at him. Irwin was starting to sweat. He had to force his hands to steady themselves so as not to let her see them shaking. He scratched the back of his head and cleared his throat, his eyes wandering everywhere but directly at her.

“I would like to offer you… mmmmyyyy… my money in exchange for a coffee.” Irwin sighed in defeat and dipped his hand into his pocket so as to pull out the Simoleons required for a cup of coffee. The woman didn’t say a word, just smiled and reached for his money.

Her fingers brushed the palm of his hand and he could have sworn his heart suddenly lodged itself in his throat. He pulled his hand back quickly only to notice she was about to hand him some change. “Um, sir? Your change?” she said. Her voice sent a shiver up his spine. It was angelic. It was like music. He cleared his throat again and picked the coins from her hand one at a time, making sure not to accidentally brush his skin with hers. He certainly wouldn’t be able to handle it at this point.

She gave him his coffee and he wandered off as fast as he could. His mind was racing. He couldn’t let that be his only encounter with this woman! He had to try again!

He chugged his coffee, burning his tongue in the process and making his heart race even faster. Probably wasn’t a good idea to chug caffeine before making a move on a pretty girl… but it didn’t matter. Irwin was going to do it regardless.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself,” Irwin began. He held out his hand and she shook it. “My name is Irwin Thrones.”

Oh my god, her hand… it’s so soft!

The woman nodded once. “I’m Fantine Christenson,” she responded.

Fantine… how unique!

“The coffee was delicious, do you make it yourself?”

She giggled. “Well, not from scratch or anything, but I put the mix into the coffee pot.”

Irwin threw his hands above his head. “That counts! That calls for effort!”

Fantine brought her hands to her mouth, trying to hide her smile. “The most minimum amount of effort!” she said.

“I really like your hat, it’s so… green!”

Holy crap, Irwin, could you BE any dumber??? his thoughts screamed.

Fantine tipped her hat forward. “I’m not a big fan of green, but I don’t have much choice. I much prefer Yellow to be honest, but my manager says yellow reminds him of mustard… which he hates.”

Fantine looked around for a moment, then signaled Irwin to look away. She quickly took off her uniform, revealing her everyday outfit underneath. She tapped Irwin on the shoulder, letting him know it was okay to look again. “You know what? I’m actually off of my shift now, would you like to spend some time together?”

Irwin’s smile was so big, the corners of his mouth almost touched his ears. “Absolutely!”

“You know, I am a psychic with actual psychic abilities, would you like to know your future?” Irwin asked.

Fantine nodded immediately. “Sure! How does it work?”

Irwin nervously brought his palm to her forehead — which was also incredibly soft — and brought his other hand to his own. “Well, I just do this and close my eyes, and then I’ll be able to see what is in store for you.”

“Okay, go for it!”

It took no time at all for Irwin to see what Fantine’s future held, and oddly enough, there were hundreds of images of Irwin. Eventually, he saw Fantine looking in the mirror at a gigantic belly. He took his hand away from her and paused before speaking, as this had never happened before.

Why did he see himself in her future? Could it mean she… she was the one?

But that didn’t make sense, a psychic cannot see his own future…

“What did you see?” Fantine asked with excitement in her tone.

Irwin shoved his hands in his pockets. “It looks like you’re destined to be a mommy!” he answered. She grinned.

The two began walking around the park as a chilly wind blew and the grass began to frost. “Hey, this is really stupid,” Fantine said, “but do you want to play with the Love-O-Meter? It’s this dumb little machine that supposedly tells you how compatible you are with someone based on your palms.”

Irwin nodded and they approached it, grasping the trigger as tightly as they could.

The machine started howling. The two had been given an ‘excellent’ rating for compatibility.

The park began to close as the sun began to set. Irwin had spent the whole day with Fantine.

He went home that night with a huge smile on his face and even tipped the babysitter extra. He wanted to tell Cid all about his encounter with the beautiful vendor at the festival, but he was already snuggly in his crib, fast asleep. Irwin kissed him before retreating to his own room where Waffles was already sleeping.

Irwin had never slept so soundly before.

The next morning he awoke to the gurgling sounds of Cid. Irwin instantly picked him up and held him tight. He was still in such a great mood from the night before and he wanted his son to know it.

He set Cid down and started coaxing him to walk on his own. He had a good feeling today and didn’t want to waste it, so he devoted hours teaching Cid how to stand on his own two feet. Oddly enough, Cid was a very quick learner and it took no time at all for him to start walking to Irwin without any coaching.

“Then, your daddy said he wanted to buy coffee! How silly is Daddy? He is very silly. Don’t you be like that, Cid!”

Irwin was so anxious to talk to his son about his night that he used his experience as a good way to teach him how to talk. Cid stared at him with wonder in his eyes and a happy expression on his face. He seemed to enjoy it, even though he didn’t really get it.

Waffles took this opportunity to hunt one of his toys. He had just taught himself to be Non-Destructive, so he had to learn a new way to hunt. He no longer wanted to leave a mess for Irwin to clean, as some of the stains had become permanent and Waffles knew he had pretty much destroyed his carpet. He practiced hunting with his teeth as opposed to his claws and attempted to take longer stalking his prey in the hope that he could figure out a better angle to take a critter down without causing a huge scuffle.

Feeding off of the positive energy Irwin still had, he found himself capable of reading further into people’s futures. His reputation started turning from bad to good in the psychic community and he even got a raise.

While visiting a hot spot for the night to advertise his abilities to new clients, Irwin remembered it was his birthday.

As an official adult now, Irwin changed his outfit to look a little more professional. He suddenly felt like he was all-grown-up for the first time in his life, which was a good thing, but it also brought upon some worries. If he wanted more children, he needed to get a romance going and a wedding in the near future before he was an old man. Of course, he didn’t want to rush love or anything…

…but maybe he had already found it?

{A note from your pal Mindy: Thanks for reading so far, first of all. I have been having a lot of fun actually putting together the story I had fallen in love with so many months ago! I really appreciate any feedback from readers, it really gives me encouragement to keep going 🙂 Now, I know you can probably see that Fantine wasn’t a Sim born in-game… my only excuse is that at the time I was playing this, my computer was incredibly glitchy and slow and Moonlight Falls wasn’t giving me very good options as far as co-founder is concerned. When I created Fantine, I randomized her completely and then tweaked her face a little so that maybe I could get some interesting genes later on, as like many of you, I am not a fan of the pudding face. In future chapters in later generations, you will see that I often times do create my own Sims via randomization and tweaking because the town almost stopped producing new Sims completely and there were very limited choices. Nowadays, I have Story Progression installed, which is a dream come true for me, as it solves so many issues I was having. Well, that and Overwatch as well. Not even joking, you should install Overwatch as a mandatory thing. It has saved me from probably a hundred potential crashes now. Anyway, this is the only major rule in the Legacy Challenge that I did not follow, because it seemed a little too boring for me. Don’t worry though, eventually I will start marrying Sims with ones given to me by the game itself… as soon as some attractive ones start popping up.

~Mindy}