Back at home, it's the umpteenth time I've sent Kristen to the mirror, and I still don't have a clue what look I want for her. Nothing feels right.
She casually mentions she might have caught a case of the baybees.
Not pictured: Erin's only visible action of the day: invite a random townie in. She then retreated to whatever she's doing when she's alone. Popularity sim my *£%*.
|Awkward silence is awkward.|
"Sure. Can't wait."
How they'll manage that with Yann's wife around is beyond me.
He's got less bolts with Chloe than with Nina, but certainly doesn't behave as such.
So do I, Yann, so do I.
I'm sure you won't ever guess who turned up five minutes later. No, really.
The only thing I did at this point was to make Yann selectable. I didn't control him. He fed the baby, bathed the baby, cuddled, played, held him... basically couldn't let go of him. Tore my heart, he did.
I don't know what to do. Seeing Yann with his newborn baby... I really don't know. I'll have to think.
|Yann Fabulous and Elvis Curious.|