Infantgeddon! (Yet Another 100 Baby Challenge): Sweet Lullaby

I think we all have dealt with some kind of social rejection in our lives, regardless of age, race, gender, etc. -- but what separates us from one another, despite this universal experience, is the unique way we humans react and process these experiences --

Oh, wait. Sims, on the other hand, have one universal reaction: to scream at their smartphone, and clog their house's only toilet.

That award winning carbonara needed more fiber.

With a quick glance at the family funds:

It's safe to say we can't waste 50 Simoleons on a repairman! That, and they never stay around long enough even for a make out session. After a quick beauty rest, Angie is up and at 'em again. After quickly preparing the ever popular carbonara . . .

. . . And failing and it . . .

I said "fudge it all" and invited Nate to our lovely ~~future hellhole~~ house on a whim.

Even though Nathan lives on the other side of the block, he took his sweet, sweet time to arrive. In that time, Angie had burned another batch of carbonara. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach! so Angeline needed to serve something that can be described as "amazing" and "right-the-hell-now", so she fed him waffles.

Leftover waffles.

Anyways, the next best thing to do is flaunt all of your life accomplishments. Interestingly, Nathan autonomously wagged his diploma about during his monologuing. A communications diploma. To be fair, Nate wouldn't be the only person out there -- Sim or otherwise -- who got a college diploma and didn't find a job even remotely related to it with his current career.

"Because communications totally helps with science and medicine?"

As the glow of the full moon filled the night sky and seeped in through the house's windows, the conversations between the two Sims grew more intimate. The discussion veered from useless knowledge and Simoleons flushed down the toilet to one about, well, love. The two learned their horoscope signs matched perfectly. Idle flirts and whispered sweet nothings became such deep professions of attraction . . .