Due to rare a complication, Michele had to be put in an iron lung and the baby delivered out of her rib. Just like baby Eve. Only it was a boy coming out of the girl's rib. The Sims are all about equality.
And then she held him and instantly fell in love. How could she not? Look at the little fella!
Doesn't he look just like every other sim baby ever? Yes he does, yes he does! Who's a cute little look alike bundle? You are! Yes you are!
But where was Jerome? Michele was sure he was right behind her when she entered the hospital But now he could not be found. Where could he be?
Oh, I think I'll run out of the hospital in a panic and stand about a block away. Maybe my lip will tremble a bit and perhaps be on the verge of tears. That seems prudent.
Oh yeah? Well, Michele knew exactly how to fix Jerome's little red wagon! He couldn't be around for the birth of his son? Well, she'll name the little tyke Jerchele! Happy now, Jerome?
Things did not improve once the family made it home. Michele tried to get Jerome to interact with his son but Jerome seemed. . . petrified.
Like, pants-shittingly petrified.
Do you know who wasn't afraid of the baby? Derick, that's who.
He came to visit and smiled from a distance. Then, once again, tried to win back his soulmate.
"He could have been mine."
"I'm almost 100% sure he isn't."
"Derick, you have to understand. It's me and Jerome now. We have a family. Please leave before he gets home from work, he's under enough pressure as it is."
"O.K. Michele. Just. . . ."
". . .one last hug."
Congrats on the birth of Michele's baby. Hope that claw didn't try to take her heart, too.
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