Somewhere along the way, my hopefulness turned to sadness

  Harry and Olivia get invited to a party. Unfortunately, they arrived in full-out cocktail gear, and the party turned out to be on a farm, hosted by a rugged firefighters. Undaunted, they greet the Fire Chief warmly.
  "Marissa, how is the pregnancy going?" Harry asked.
  Olivia regretted wearing her best black dress.

 

  Local fashionista Lily-Bo Chique had also attended. Being the most famous person at the event, Harry decided to make conversation with her. "So...um...where do you find such brightly colored clothing?"

  The event turned out to be a lot more fun then the couple had expected. Marissa's husband Qiraq played bass, an instrument no sim could resist dancing to. Olivia partied with the butler. In the end, they only left when the hosts themselves retired.

  The next morning, Olivia tossed some leftover salad for breakfast. Harry lectured her briefly on the free radicals spread by cheap refrigerators, when Olivia set down her fork. "Honey, we need to talk."

  "I'm not being paranoid, it's true!"

  "Not about that free tibetan thing, about something...else."

   Harry took a big bite of his salad. "What?"

  "Didn't the Aponi couple seem happy last night?"

  "Of course they're happy. Do you know what kind of stimulating chemicals firefighter inhale every day? They're babies going to have hair the color of pea soup!"

  "No, it's not that. I mean, they're starting a family, settling down in the suburbs-"

  "We are not moving into a windmill."

   "No." Olivia paused. She decided to cut to the chase. "I want a baby."

  Harry nearly choked. "Liv, I know you want to start a family. But we have nothing in the bank. We have no house of our own. You're bartending at discos, and I'm arguing with secretaries about stray cat infiltrations. And as crucial as preventing wild horses from overrunning our subways is, I'm not going to be making a lot of money for a while."

  "Okay, Harry, but I really want you to think about it."

   "Wait, you can't make a Vera's Glass of Sass?"

  Olivia was tiring of the snobby, juiced-up clients that frequent her counter. The best place she could work at was a garage club on the docks, and she found she preferred to be on the dance floor then behind the counter. Even so, she was rapidly improving and was making solid money every night.

    Though they didn't see much of each other, Olivia and Harry tried to savor their moments together. 

  Harry leaned into Olivia's ear and whispered, "I was talking to my boss this morning."

  "Please, Harry, not today."

  "No, no. She said I need to raise funds for my upcoming election. I was thinking...a fundraiser? At this apartment? You could serve drinks!"

  Olivia smiled playfully. "God, you're just too much, Hares."

  Olivia and Harry were much better hosts than the Aponis, and they stocked their fundraiser with local names such as Marigold Sunbeam and Dr. Damon Blanc. 

  Stefan Blanc grabbed Harry in the kitchen. "Hey, man, nice party. I've got ten thousand to spare. That good?"

  Harry was delighted. "Yeah, yeah, that's great. Say, Stefan, can I ask you something?"

  "Sure."

    "Well, you have three sons, right?" He bit his lip. "How...is it?"

  "Oh, a nightmare. I love those little bastards, though."

  "Thanks. Thanks, Stefan."

  Wally Gwydd washed the Tempers' dishes for them.

   Harry's decision was made for him the next morning. Olivia looked up from the toilet and groaned. She knew that she hadn't had any spoiled food recently. She also knew that her bank account wasn't exactly a picture of health.

  Olivia mulled over how she would tell Harry, but realized that he probably already knew. Harry had a sixth sense about these things. Sure enough, when she told him, he just grabbed her close and kissed her. "I'm so happy," he said, and Olivia believed him.

  She decided to take a break from moonlighting to work on her skills as a mixologist. If they were going to afford this new child, she was going to have to become a lot better at her job.

  Harry assured Olivia that everything would be okay. "I know it may seem sudden, but I got it all planned out. Money will be tight, but we'll get by."

  "What about the bar?" Olivia asked, referring to her longtime goal of owning her own bar. 

  "We'll try, Livi. But nothing's for certain."

  Though she no longer has the energy to go out anymore, Olivia could still entertain guests, like close friend Marlene June, who brought her toddler son along with her. "Oh, he's an angel," Marlene exclaimed, "You'll love having kids.

    Olivia made Marlene a drink at her bar. 

Her skills had improved greatly. 

  Later that afternoon, Harry sucked at being manly, and Olivia had to take her own cab to the hospital while he hyperventilated and ate some waffles.

Cherie Temper was born that night. She was bright and responsive, but also sullen. Little did her parents know she was pure evil.

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Challenge Notes:

Cherie was born Neat and Evil. She'll get Genius when she becomes a child. As interesting a character as she is, she looks just like her mom and doesn't fit my roll. So she's a spare.

My roll:

Couple (again!)

3 kids (again!)

Pro Sports

No Secondary Career

Perfect Careers

It's So You!

It sounds like an easy gen, because all the goals/fun are stuff I already do. I'm not sure whether I want a guy or a girl as my heir, though. I've never done Pro Sports, though, so that'll be fun.