#the sims 3 legacy
“Ash—”
“Yes, I’m ready,” Asher stated stiffly from the sofa, switching the TV off with a small huff, waiting for Loch to come in from the hallway.
“Did you—”
“They’re waiting for you on the bed.”
“Thanks,” Loch said hurriedly as he rushed through to their room, where Asher had laid out his outfit. Loch was pulling off his work clothes as he went, and Asher pouted, hoping Loch at least kept them together rather than strewn all over the floor as usual. Unlikely, but perhaps one day he’d be surprised.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Asher mumbled grouchily as Loch reappeared, clumsily fastening the button on his cardigan. How had he once been so naive to believe he could keep Loch and Amir away from each other long-term? Loch had been right, of course. Didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
“Trust me; this is important for Bay.”
“Oh?”
A sly smirk played at Loch’s lips, a look Asher recognised immediately; Loch knew something he shouldn’t. “Can’t say,” he confirmed. “Now, are you definitely ready?”
Asher sighed. “Physically, sure.”
Loch smiled reassuringly as he grabbed his hand. Sensing Asher’s reluctance, he sighed and tugged harder to counter Asher’s stiff resistance. “It’ll be fine. C’mon.”
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“River!” Chad buttoned up his shirt, repeating himself only a little impatiently. “River, we’re supposed to be—”
“I know.” River lightly chuckled, already leant in the doorframe. Chad recovered quickly, though he was surprised to see him dressed; he’d thought River had lost track of time with his painting. Again.
“When did you—”
“An hour ago. I just got off the phone with Elle.”
Chad tried not to allow himself a frown; he’d come to associate out of the blue calls from Ms. King to mean sudden, unforgiving deadlines for River.
“I called her. To tell her I’m taking from now until after the holidays off.” River sidled up with a smirk as Chad blinked in shock. Sliding his hands around Chad’s waist, his smile turned apologetic, cerulean eyes studying him carefully.
“I’m sorry. I know I’ve been swamped lately. But I did have a lot of lost time to make up for, what with Dragon Valley and…” An awkward pause, then River shook himself, drawing together the fragments of his smile. “And my unproductive slump before that. But I don’t want to be stressed out for our first Christmas together.”
“…Thank you,” Chad said quietly, straightening River’s lapel. He hoped his partner would one day open up to him about what happened before the bachelor contest. River froze up whenever he came close, the same fleeting expressions of shame and guilt every time. It clearly linked to their conversation immediately after filming had wrapped, about not making the same mistakes and asking Chad to keep him accountable. Chad wasn’t sure how much he could help without knowing the details but sensed River still needed time. To process or just to talk about it openly, Chad wasn’t sure, but he was willing to wait.
“Are you ready?” River beamed affectionately, leaning back to allow his eyes to sweep over Chad. “You look amazing. As always.”
“I am. Ready, I mean, but I’ll accept ‘amazing’ too. Do you have any ideas what this is all for?”
River shrugged. “Not a clue. It was Bay’s idea. That’s all I know.”
“Everyone is coming?”
River shifted uncomfortably and sighed. “As far as I know… I wonder if there will ever be a time where that won’t be awkward.”
“Best to let them come to that themselves, I think,” Chad said diplomatically. River had explained the situation between his eldest brother and Amir, and Chad had decided it best to pretend he knew nothing. Simpler that way.
“Oh, trust me, I have no intentions of ever getting involved.” River sighed again. “Okay, let’s go.”
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Bay slipped out of Sylvie’s arms to find a shirt. “Suppose we better get going. Is Heaven ready?”
Sylvie chuckled as she perched on the edge of the bed. “She’s been in her new dress for the last two hours. I think we’ll have more trouble getting her out of it, to be honest. I had to convince her not to wear it on the train ride home.”
“Sounds about right,” he said with a laugh. “Thanks for taking her out today. Wish I could have come, but work—”
“Babe, you know I love spending time with her. We had a lovely girlie day, and I spoilt her like the little princess she is.”
Bay groaned, stepping out of the walk-in wardrobe with shirt half buttoned. “You are so setting yourself up for trouble, you know?”
“If years of fairytales and childhood films taught me anything, it’s that things don’t end well for wicked stepmothers. I’m gonna make myself her favourite,” she added, turning her nose up with a self-satisfied smile.
Bay shook his head. “I’ll remind you of that when she’s a teenager.”
“Oh, no, nuh-uh, don’t pretend you’re not the worst one for spoiling his little princess.”
“Granted, I suppose. Right.” He absently smoothed his shirt and took a deep breath. “Ready?”
“One hundred per cent.”
“…Let’s go then.” He held out a hand, only a little shakily, and Sylvie took it with an encouraging squeeze. He gently grazed her knuckles with his lips before tugging her up off the bed. She giggled, her smile bright and excited, the very opposite of his own nerves, though he tried his best to mirror it as they set off to find his just as eager daughter.
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