hmm to edit, or not to edit, I think I like him enough to keep him as is. even if he has little emo pants that are so not my style. Anyhoo, this is Easton Lachland, his traits are, if I can remember:

Loves Outdoors

Charismatic

Nurturing

Diva

Heavy Sleeper

I just rolled through, only two of those will help with his LTW to be a singer. but we shall see.

new one, might post more of him when ya know it's not 3am.

if I see this 'the sims 3 has stopped working'

note ONE MORE TIME, EA is going to be paying my medical bills when i'm held for observation.

No matter the sky is black or blue, No matter there is stars or moon, As long as your heart is true, Sweet dreams will always be with You

The day went on with just the two of them. They played blocks, they took a nap, had dinner, and even had bath time. After a change of clothes for the both of them, (Zee told herself the fact that they matched was a fluke) She took Kemper or a stroll around the neighborhood before bed. She had wanted to take him to the park but by the time she put the stroller together she had enough time to make a lap around their house and back home before it got dark.

As she walked, the sound of the cool breeze and baby chatter warmed her heart a bit. Today she felt as if she had a purpose, not just sitting at home wondering what career path should she take. She felt content and solid. Yet somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should be very worried about that feeling.

i've always had a problem with losing my heart to big bright eyes and a smile.

Breakfast ended with Kemper pushing his bowl off the tray and attempting to stand up in his chair and climb down himself. "Whoa there, Killer. I'm coming." Zee plucked him from the chair. "Looks like you are trying to do big things here. Let's see if you can walk for me."

A few feet into the living room she set him on his feet. A smile crept it's way up onto her face as the little one clung to her hands as if he didn't want her to go anywhere. "I'm not leaving you, I just want you to show me what you can do." Backing up a few steps she squatted down and held her arms open for the Kemper to walk into. Before she could fully open her arms all the way he was launching himself into them.

Breakfast was just like oiling a rusty machine for Zee. As soon as she put Kemper in his chair she was almost zapped back to the leery house hold helping out with her siblings. Checking the temp on the baby food she sat the bowl in front of Kemper and let him go at it. He was such an adorable tot, it was a shame he came from a she-devil like Tara.

The faces the Toddler made while eating were so cute Zee snapped a few pictures. She didn't know how the baby's childhood was going to go, but as long as he was in her care she would attempt to make it a normal one. And that included a baby book full of pictures of milestones. "Come on, Little Man. Smile for me!"

The next morning Zee found a note taped to her nightstand.

Zee, please look after Kemper I have to see if I can find Tara. I will try not to be long. -Laurent

Sleep fogged for a half a second, she rubbed her eyes and read the note again. Kemper, Oh, the baby. Sitting feet to the ground she checked the time, it was far too late, the baby had to be up by now. Taking the steps two at a time she entered Laurent's room and found Kemper standing there bright eyed and looking for someone to care. "Hey there cutie, i'm sorry your Daddy just left you hanging. He's new to this sort of thing. You should have seen him cursing all night trying to put together your crib and high chair. let's go get some grub, buddy."

Home at last! Oh thank you, thank you!

eh, I should have made you sling fries at a diner in barnacle bay..

That is not EVEN funny.

Once inside the house, Zee carried the little bundle over to the fireplace, standing in front of it to warm him up. Bouncing him a little when he started to fuss, she felt something crinkle against her. It wasn't his diaper.. Sliding her hand inside the pocket of his overalls she found a sheet of paper and pulled it out. "I'm calling now, I swear I will make sure whoever this woman is..if she doesn't have a damn good excuse. If she's not dead or something. She will never get that kid back, I don't care if I have to testify in court." Laurent was heated, stomping around the place looking for his cell phone. Once in hand, he started pressing buttons harder than he needed too. "Uhh you may want to hang up the phone." Zee spoke up over his ranting. "Why? I have to call now or they won't get here until morning." Laurent paused a moment to look over at Zee who was looking at him with a strange expression. "Because he's yours." Laurent broke into laughter. It sounded more crazed than humorous. "Haa, nice joke, but no." Zee cleared her throat again and looked down at the small blond baby. "Well not only does he have your eyes but it says so on this copy of a birth record. Kemper Hunter. Congrats...it's a boy. Heh" She handed the paper out to him. Kemper started to fuss so Zee turned back towards the fireplace giving a shocked Laurent time to process. Pressing her cheek to the soft blond downy head that smelled far too much like outside, she snuggled him close. "It's ok little one, we got you now. You are in good hands."

Laurent didn't know why he was following Zee as she ran down the steps into the small gated area in the front of the house. He felt compelled, and he was hot on her heels. Looking down he too could hardly believe his eyes. A baby, laid out and sleeping on the cold ground. "Who would do this?" His head snapped back and forth as if looking for the owner of the child. "I have no idea, but let's get...him inside. Lord knows how long he has been out here." Zee bent down and scooped the little one up in her arms, holding his cold body close to hers and started for the house again. "I'll call the police, get someone out here to look for his mother..I don't believe some people." Laurent found himself heated, what had the world come to where a mother just dropped their kids off on the ground in front of a strange house?

The end result of Zee's tattoo was nothing less than what she expected. Brilliant.  She talked about it and showed all that would look and listen as they grabbed a burger at the local diner. All the way home she talked about how she couldn't wait to show Zarabeth. Once in the driveway she was intent to do just that, and bounded for the front steps. She had almost made it to the front door when she heard a noise. "What was that?" She stopped in her tracks to listen. "What was what?" Laurent walked up behind her fishing his keys out of his pocket, since clearly he was going to have to open the door. "That. sounds like whimpering.." She held a finger to her lips signaling him to be quiet. And he was for a matter of moments before he heard what she was talking about. "Don't look at me, I told you I was done crying about the pain." He laughed at himself before he started to look around. "Maybe Vesta got locked out." Letting out a low whistle he called for their pet. Zee wasn't convinced it was an animal she heard. And surely not their beloved cat. Her eyes squinted in the darkness and she leaned over the railing for a better look. Soon her feet were moving, down and around to get a closer look. This couldn't be... She thought 'what the hell?' but she said: "Oh my god.."

simproblems replied to your photo:“It wasn’t that bad..heh.” was the shaky statement...

so wait. they went shopping in their swimsuits then went to get tattoos? i swear, your sims don’t know what clothes are… lol

LEAVEMELONE! ha actually this one wasn't my fault! they had clothes on. apparently when sims go get tattoo's they are like:

no need to ask, I got you

"It wasn't that bad..heh." was the shaky statement that Laurent made as he carefully put his sweatshirt back on. All Zee could give him was a side eye that made him laugh and feel like a punk at the same time. "Did you decide what you wanted?" He came closer standing over her where she held a piece of paper. "I came up with something." She held the paper up to him so that he could inspect it closer. It was the simple outline of a giraffe made up of the words: Stand Tall. The creative side in Laurent loved it on sight. "This is great. This is it, go get it done." Zee stood up slowly and started to shrug out of her shirt. "I want you to do it." Laurent choked a little. "Me? but I haven't done one of these in years, let the professional do it, look, mine came out good." Zee just shook her head. Her mind was made up. "I won't feel comfortable unless you are doing it. Come on." Her big brown eyes pleaded, and soon enough her wish was granted.