It was Iona's birthday, and Andrea, despite his exhaustion from the abduction ... and his daughter's ability to stay awake at unearthly hours ... decided that he wanted to throw her a party.
Blearily eyed, he arranged everything, inviting family only because he hardly knew anybody else. He even organised a special seating area, should the weather remain favourable.
Yes, it's a little crude, but we can work on that a little later on.
And then he had to go to work, dragging his heels along as he went. He rolled a wish to quit his job - as did Sophie. But, kiddo, you are going to HAVE to work. This is your LTW we're talking about. I'm not putting you back to square one. Not now. Andrea, well, we can work on that. Find something that you might enjoy that little bit more. Being in the Criminal Career can be a little taxing on someone who wants to be an Ark Builder.
Anyways, the day passed rather slowly. Sophie managed to catch up on her sleep, which put her in a better mood to help her daughter transition on her birthday. Nessa was still at the Sim Fest and loving/hating the acts that were there simultaneously. Shannon and Andrea were at work.
So it was up to her to bring Iona to the cake. At least the weather had stayed fine.
However, Iona wasn't. She had just pooped and was stinky. Talk about timing.
Screaming and squalling, she wriggled in her mother's arms, just as Sophie was blowing out the candles. Her head pounded at the kid's yelling, so she immediately put her down on the floor and stepped back. Hopefully the transition would calm her daughter down.
After what appeared a lengthy wait - Sophie's stomach growled with hunger - Iona finally morphed into the cutest little toddler ever.
But wait.
She wasn't finished just yet. Pink sparkles surrounded her ... and out popped a beautiful pair of wings!!
She was complete ... but far from happy. She was hungry, dirty and needed attention .... STAT.
Sophie was hungry ... and ignored her daughter to grab a slice of cake. Even poor Pat is getting a headache here.
Even her mother complained about Iona making a racket.
Shannon: Can't you quieten that kid down?
Sophie: Sorry mom, I've tried.
Poor Sophie. You've got to admit though Sophie, your parenting skills ARE a bit naff.
Luckily, Auntie Nessa arrived just in time to take over. Grabbing her niece, she expertly changed her diaper there and then without blinking. You can tell that Iona worships the ground Nessa stands on already. This is where she feels the safest.
And handed her a bottle of formula, whilst she helped herself to some cake.
"Nicely handled there sis," Sophie remarked, "she was getting a bit too much for me to handle."
Nessa just shrugged her shoulders and crammed the cake into her mouth.
Iona whimpered. Now she was starting to get tired and wanted some sleep. As Nessa was still eating, Sophie scooped up her daughter, played 'claw' with her, before taking her up to bed.
The guests had a mixed response to the party. Some left early saying it was MEH, others had a fairly nice time but had to go because of other duties.
I'll write a bio of Iona as soon as I get more details.
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