Bastion gave birth to his very own 3/4 alien spawn on the beach. His mom watched from the background, still in her nighty after a mid-day nap. Elder sims must lose their internal clock during that last age-spin. Celina was a very pretty child, so far inheriting all of the good alien characteristics and none of the bad. She had reached toddlerhood before her aunt Brionna delivered.
Brionna just didn't seem to gain that much weight during her pregnancy. Her belly only grew to about half the size of Bastion's, causing him to worry that there wasn't really anything there. "Heddo, babykins! Can you hear me?" There's a good six inches of skin and tissure in between you and that kid, Bastion, not to mention the muffling effect that a sound layer of amniotic fluid has.
But when Celestina finally came, she didn't seem any smaller than her cousin was as a baby. Arianna seemed drawn to her grandchildren and took over the majority of the childcare. She was up at all hours of the night anyway. Brionna took her turns, though. Bastion was almost always out. He was either dating some random townie or at his job as a professional party guest, or sleeping off all that partying.
Wait...are those floating hearts? I can barely see anything out there. Who in the world is that?
Erica. Blond hair, green eyes, slightly bohemian style disguising a money-grubbing little harlot. Unfortunately, she'd become the sole object of affection for Bastion. She wanted more than anything to marry him and get her hands on the burgeoning Mayo fortune.
"Wouldn't you love to get out of this crowded house?"
"No!"
"When your daddy and I get married we'll buy a mansion up on the plateau and you won't have to share a room with your gramma and cousin."
"No!"
"But..."
"Go way, mean lady!"
Suffice it to say, Celina isn't a fan. Celestina grew up a bit formerly, but equally well and also quite cute.
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