Gee, thanks Dad.

Not Wynter giving Lilith the side eye at Forrest and Jacks pool party... 😅

I love Jack and Forrest's en suite bathroom 🥰

Forrest looking after Huxley while Lachlan is away at camp 🦔

Hi Dads! My camp councillor Norah is smart and really pretty. I seen her crying one night, and I tried to cheer her up with a funny story, and I made her laugh! She's real cool. I wonder if she would marry Uncle Phoenix? Today I made friends with a mini goat! Can we get one? PLEASE? Lachlan

Hi Dads! Camp is really cool! Its scary being away from home, I'm glad the cousins are here, makes it a little bit less scary. Its rained loads but I am still having fun! I've learned archery and kayaking! I told a scary story at the campfire, and roasted my own hotdogs! Miss you! Love Lachlan ♥

Splat!

Lachlan's first day at camp...and its raining, it doesn't stop the kids having fun though 🏹🛶 #Sims4AdventureAwaits #Sims4

Fauna 🥰 My love 🫶

Dad dancing, so embarrassing 🫣

I have missed this house and this wee family. Lachlan is about to get quite the time jump however :)

Forrest just casually sitting there all modelesque for no reason at all. 😍

Look who has came out of retirement to play out the new event 🥹

She said yes ♥💍

Sharing is caring 🍬🍭

Just paused and caught this, they are so cute 🫠

Cole is in trouble 😆 🏖️

And a weekend city break 🌆

A vacation in Tartosa for Dillon and Cole ♥

Just dripping in to say hiiiii guys! Sorry I disappeared again, but my life is basically working and sleeping these days. Normal service will resume at some point. It was only supposed to be until September but looking at the rota I am on nightshifts until November!!! Sorry! Miss you all! 🥰🥰🥰

what a fuckin' week

Tonight's vibes, cosy 🥰🔥

Suri and Tristan 🧚

Started my story at the wrong time, I have been put on nightshifts for the time being, so I'm pretty much sleeping all day and working all night, so for now its on hiatus. Sorry its been so soon, it was an unexpected change 🥹

Nightshift, nightshift...oh how I loathe yee nightshift 🥲

Maaybe not 🫥 Sorry, ended up not even getting into game!

Back to Johnny's story tonight 🥰

The compliment caught her off guard, and to her irritation, she felt heat rising in her cheeks. She turned her head, faking a cough to try and cover her blush, while Johnny smirked, clearly noticing but not pressing the point

He tilted his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Still, I’m kind of missing those massive glasses you used to wear. What happened to them?” Iris rolled her eyes, remembering her HUGE glasses that she always hid behind “Contacts.” “That’s a shame,” he replied “They were cute.”

Iris listened intently before sharing her own path, her degree in Language and Literature, the endless essays, and how she planned go into law once she graduated. She spoke with quiet determination “You’ve always been smart,” Johnny said with an easy smile. “Even when you were a kid"

Iris listened as he spoke of the occasional high of a crowd actually listening, that feeling when he knows his music has connected with at least one person. His voice softened when he spoke about music—like it was the one thing that made sense to him

Johnny grinned sheepishly. “First time I’ve ever made it from scratch. Honestly, I’m just as shocked it’s edible.” They traded stories about the years since they’d last seen each other, Johnny talking about his music, the open mic nights, the uphill battle of getting people to take him seriously

They began eating in a silence that wasn’t quite comfortable, but not tense either. Just unfamiliar. The soft clink of cutlery on plates filled the room until Iris suddenly looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes. “This is… actually really good,” she said, twirling a forkful of pasta

With this...I bid you all a good night 🤭

So I didn't have time to play or write today, so instead my pervy little self had Johnny fix up a Harley 🤭

And that's me for the night, I will be back with more on Tuesday hopefully if life is kind to me ♥ I hope you have enjoyed my new story and I look forward to sharing more with you all. It feels good to be writing again!

Iris glanced at the plates on the table, the steam curling up from the spaghetti. “You didn’t have to go to all that trouble” “It’s no trouble.” But inside Iris felt the faintest warmth. The awkward flowers in her room, the meal in front of her—it was more than anyone had done for her in a long time

She looked so deflated. He didn’t know Dan but he hated him for making her look like that. Then, uninvited a thought crept in...flashes of the woman from last night, and all the others he’d treated carelessly over the years. He really wasn’t any better than Dan. The realisation sat heavy in his gut

He was hyper aware there was someone in the house with him, he could smell her sweet perfume in the air, he closed his eyes for a second, inhaling the sweet, fresh scent. He stopped and gave himself a shake and got on with job in hand. He was surprised how much he enjoyed cooking, it was relaxing

Opening the fridge, he spotted some minced beef and some onions and tomatoes, he opened up his cupboard, and jackpot Spaghetti! Spaghetti Bolognese, it had to work. How hard could it be to throw together? No one could really mess up spag bol, right? Pulling up a recipe on his phone, he got to work

And then, as if her brain was determined to make things harder, Johnny’s face popped into her mind—the easy grin, the broad shoulders, the way his voice had softened when he told her she could stay. She shoved the thought away instantly. That was a complication she didn’t need. Not now. Not ever.

Her gaze drifted over her belonging, just a few boxes, the bare minimum of a life, her throat tightened. She wiped away her tears and started slowly unpacking before giving up and going and sitting on the bed listening to the sound of Johnny sounding like he was wrecking the kitchen in the next room

Twenty-three years old and homeless. Now she was in a cramped spare room, in a trailer, with her brother’s childhood best friend. She thought Dan was the one. She had trusted him. Then she found his phone with all the messages...How could she have been such a fool? She really thought he loved her.

He nodded tersely and said in a flat tone "Lets not talk about Nancy" then changing the sore subject, he gestured toward the dresser where a small vase of fresh wild flowers sat. “I put in some flowers. Girls like flowers, right?” a hopeful look in his eyes, hoping she would like them, shy suddenly

Her eyes softened "Liam told me about it, I'm sorry Johnny, your mum had no right to try and control your life like that, I could never see you going into anything corporate, you're too creative...well you were anyway" her voice trailed off, worrying she had stepped out of line

The room was bare, he felt a sudden pang of shame imagining how it would look through her eyes. He idly scratched the back of his head “Sorry, it’s not much,” he said quietly, watching her take in the space. “But you can make it whatever you want. Things haven't exactly been easy since I left home”

“You’re not crashing, you’re staying as long as you need” He caught her gaze and tried to lighten of the moment with a grin. “Fair warning, you will have to listen to work in progress music.” He gestured to the guitar in the corner. "And my maid and cook just quit so I could use your help anyway"

Even with her tear streaked face there was beauty there that made his heart skip a beat, and his stomach roiled, he told himself it was just last nights kebab & beer “Thanks for letting me crash here. I promise I won’t be in your way I’ll start looking for a place straight away” she said quietly