What's Cookin'

After some time, and with much doting upon by her grandparents, parents and great-great-grandpa CJ, it came time for little Gabriella to grow into a charming little toddler. And so, with the help of her grandfather Knut, Gabriella moved into the realm where she was finally mobile, and where observors learned that she was a very nicely established child with a 10/5/7/9/6 personality.

Everyone was SO proud.... except, perhaps, her mother Fiona... who continued to eat her breakfast without pausing to celebrate. There were times when the family seemed to have some kind of eating disorder, however the symptoms were not clear and were not consistent. It was worrisome thought... could there be a flaw in the family genetics? Had the strange biotics of Fredeschay begun to wreak havoc upon the family?


Illness concerns notwithstanding, time marched on. And, the family received yet ANOTHER surprise when Fiona gave birth to a new daughter. Young Gwyneth was received with much joy, and everyone rushed into the room to greet her where they all cheered for Fiona and where CJ and Eloise celebrated with a game of Punch-Me, Punch-You.
The beautiful child was thrilling and exciting, and both Vincent and Fiona where very happy to have contributed yet another lovely child to the Fredeschay clan. There hope was to have one more child... hopefully a man-child who could carry on the family name as either a George, Gaston or Gordon.

Knut though, was thrilled. He had been waiting for a new grandchild. And even though he was napping, he celebrated with a happy dream of his new granddaughter. And of course, when he awoke, he learned that it wasn't just a dream!

And so, yet again, life moved on. Tragically, everyone was so smitten with the goddamn baby that all organization in the house was shattered. Soon the various generations were lining up trying to hold, coddle, feed, change and coo at the new baby.

Poor Gabriella received SOME attention from her Grandmother Eloise however it was generally a rule in the family that babies get more attention than anything else, including good health.

Vincent and Fiona took to eating bad food, resulting in food poisoning...


And other strange behavior...


And then, without warning, but very likely due to the goddamn baby, Vincent's food poisoning took a turn for the worse. It seemed that in the midst of exhaustion, hunger, illness and the ever-burning desire to hold the baby, that he reached a point where he could no longer survive, even with the best medical care available on the planet. He was the only doctor in the house, and since he had passed out, it seemed that he was destined to become one of the Fredeschays who was doomed to die young and before his time. And so, having come nowhere NEAR being a Platinum level sim, Vincent passed into the great hereafter... even despite the fact that his precious Fiona pleaded with the great figure of Death not to take her dear husband from her.

Fiona was devastated, and in the fog of her grief she spiraled into despair. In that time, everything was a blur. She recalled that Gabriella made some drastic changes to her look.

She had a fairly good recollection of Gwyneth (who looked strangely like an adopted Asian boy) growing into a very nicely rounded toddler with a 7/9/10/6/9 personality.

She also, in the haze of grief, remembered an incident that happened in the dead of night... many visitors had been there, and she wasn't quite sure what had happened. But she suspected that she might soon be adding to the G-Generation in the Fredeschay household! What was going to happen now!?!?!