10.19 Round Two

Tensions ran high at the house. Between work and family, Parker was strung out. His job performance was dropping. Pissing off the Don wasn't something you wanted to do. Especially if you wanted your family alive and unhurt.

Never-the-less, Parker enjoyed being a father. If he wasn't teaching the girls to walk, he was teaching Trevor proper aim over the potty. He couldn't wait to teach them to play catch or ride bikes. He enjoyed spending time with all three of them.

He wasn't ready for Portland to approach him with the same familiar sickness and weight gain. "Are you serious?" Parker asked. "Portland, we can barely take care of the three we have now!" "Parker, I didn't impregnate myself!" Parker was about to retort when his phone rang.


"Harder," Parker said answering the phone. "I see. Yeah I'll be right there." Parker looked at his wife, just as tired as he was. "Portland, I love you. We'll figure it out. I have to go to work." He kissed her swiftly and headed out the door.

Portland woke to an empty bed for days. She was lonely without Parker home. He had these absences before, and even though she tried to rule it off as he was pulling extra hours at work, it was hard for her to believe. Even though Portland's body ached, she couldn't stay in bed anymore, the triplets were hungry.


Day in and day out Portland cleaned a clean house. She spent her time between each of the babies. Occasionally she'd paint, but with her thoughts of Parker away with another woman, her muse was dry.

Each day the maid would come to clean the already cleaned house. A waste of 125 simoleons if you asked her. But Portland kept her coming; it was nice to have an adult to talk too. Even if Portland knew the maid was laughing at her. Finally in the absence of Parker, Portland went in to labor.

Notes: Not sure what I was thinking... Triplets plus one... This should be fun.