Chapter 8: Life of the Party

“Brenna, Brenna, Brenna!” Blake ran up the stairs to his bedroom, taking them two at a time.  He skidded to a halt in front of her, just as she shut the treadmill down and stepped off.

“Hi,” he managed, just as she looked at him in startlement.

“Hi…” she managed.  “Blake, what in the Simverse?  Are you ok?”

“I’m more than ok!  Guess what babe!”

She still looked a little- concerned.  “What?  Is everything alright?”


So much for waiting… –snorts and is ignored by the two sims—


“Everything is better than alright!  I made it into the minors!  I’m a Llamacorn!”

Brenna looked blank for a moment, then what he said sank in.  “Oh, baby!  That’s amazing!  Congratulations!”  She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“We need to celebrate!”

Blake waggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled.  He grabbed her hand and led her from the balcony, into their bedroom.

“So, hun, I’ve taken the liberty to inviting a few people over on your next day off,” Brenna murmured to her husband as they sat at the island after breakfast.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yup, to celebrate your promotion!”

Blake smiled at his wife, leaning over to kiss her, then took her hand and lead her to the couch.  The two sat down side by side.

“You’re beautiful ya know that?” he murmured into her ear.

“Thank you, Mr. Hanover,” she replied, smiling.

“You are quite welcome, Mrs. Hanover.”

Brenna smirked at him.  “I am not a ‘Missus’ yet, pal!”

He cocked a brow at her.  “I beg to differ, oh wifey o’ mine!”

She stuck her tongue out at him even as Christopher came out of his bedroom, talking on his phone.  “-definitely, Seth!” he was saying.  He waved good morning to his parents even as he plopped down on the other end of the couch.

Blake grinned at his son, then looked at his wife.  His gaze narrowed and he grinned wickedly.

“Blake… behave,” Brenna warned, though she had to keep the laugh out of her voice.

“Never!” Blake chortled as he grabbed her and began to tickle her mercilessly.

Chris rolled his eyes, but he was grinning.  “Nah, it’s just my mom, Seth.  Dad’s tickling her.”  He laughed.  “Yeah.  So, you comin’ over soon?  Awesome!  See ya then!”  He hung up his phone and then looked at his parents, grinning.  “Seth’s gonna come over for a little bit.  I’m gonna take a shower, then head outside to meet him.  Don’t get into too much trouble guys!”

Blake arched a brow at his wife.  “Did our son just tell us to stay outta trouble?”

Brenna giggled.  “I do believe he did.”

Her husband snorted, then looked around.  “Let’s uh- misbehave then, while he’s occupied, shall we?  What he don’t know, can’t hurt him!”

Brenna giggled and she led her husband from the living room, the two laughing like school children while the water ran in the shower.



“Chris!  Hey man!”

The two boys laughed and joked around.  “Whoa, Chris, that’s quite the story!” Seth told his friend.  “But I got a better one!”

When Seth got done with his, Chris had to hold onto his stomach because it hurt from laughing so hard.

“Hey,” Chris said, still chuckling.  “Wanna head to the park?”

Seth was about to answer, when his phone went off.  He looked at the text and grimaced.  “Sorry, man, I gotta go home.  Mom says we got somethin’ to do.  Sorry!  Next weekend?”

“You got it!  Thanks for comin’, buddy!”  Chris gave him a back-slapping hug.

“Have you seen Chris?” Blake asked his wife.

She frowned.  “Ya know, I haven’t, not since Seth had to leave.  Shall we go find him?”

Blake nodded.  The two looked in his room first; there was no sign.  They stopped and Brenna tilted her head to the side.  “I think he’s up in our room…”

The two got upstairs and found this:

Blake laughed.  “Son?  What ya doin in there?”

“Exploring a cave, Dad!”

Brenna grinned.  “Well, c’mon, lunch is ready, kiddo.”


“Hey, Dad, can I go to the park?”  Chris asked as he and his dad were eating.

“Sure, son.  I’ll drop you off on my way to the stadium.  Sound good?  Your mom will come and get you later.”

“Thanks, Dad!”

“Hey up there!” Christopher called up to the girl in the crow’s nest of the pirate ship at Magnolia Blossom Park.

“Hi!” she answered back, grinning.  “I’m Aisha!  Aisha Busby.”

“Chris, Chris Hanover.  Mind if I play Pirates with ya?”

“Come aboard, matey!”


Hey Brenna, what ya up to?


“I just applied to the Science Center!”


Oh yeah?  Nice!


“I know, right?  And Blake’s been really good so far.  I can see he worries about it, but he hasn’t said anything.  He’s really trying.”


Yeah, he definitely loves you.  And he’s doing better.  He can beat the ‘little voices’ in the back of his head.

“Cap’n!  Sea monster off the port bow!”

“Fire at will!  Hurry ye scurvy dogs!”


“Hey, Dad!”

”Hey, little man!  How was the park?”

“Great!  I made a new friend.  Her name’s Aisha.  And she makes a heck of a pirate!”

“That’s my boy!” Blake said with a chuckle.  “C’mon, it’s gettin’ late.”  He followed after his son as Chris ran into the house, Blake chuckling at the exuberant energy.

“Morning mom!”  Chris grinned at his mother.  His blue eyes sparkled.  “Today’s the party right?  The party to celebrate Dad’s spot on the Llamacorns?”

“Yup, it sure is!  Get some breakfast and then get ready.”

“Morning family!”  Blake padded down the stairs, his bare feet making soft pattering noises on the wooden slats.

“Morning Dad!” Chris called as he bolted out of the kitchen to get ready.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Brenna greeted.

Blake went to his wife and kissed her cheek.  “Your boy is full of it today, isn’t he?”

“Uh, I hate to tell you, but when he’s like this, he’s YOUR son,” Brenna retorted with a grin.

“Neither of you can deny me!” Christopher called as he jumped out at them.

Blake snorted.  “Nice outfit, son.  I like it!”

Chris smirked up at his father.  “It’s me, ain’t it, Dad?”

He ruffled his son’s hair.  “It sure is.”


“Ya know, hun, I can do the cooking today.  It is YOUR party, after all,” Brenna pointed out.

“Nah, it’s fine.  Besides, I kinda like doin’ it, especially since the Watcher let’s me make stuff aside from salads!”


I heard that…


He grinned smugly.  “I know.  I meant ya to.”




“You know you love me,” Blake commented.


Yeah, yeah… suppose I do.  Oop, there are your guests now!  Just in time, too.


There was lots of laughter and congratulations in the Hanover house as a few of their neighbors and friends joined them to celebrate Blake’s promotion.

“Congratulations, baby,” Brenna murmured, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you.”  Blake smiled at her tenderly.

The party wound down and everyone went home, leaving just the three of them.  “Dad, I didn’t get a chance to really say it yet, but I wanted you to know I’m really proud of you!”

Blake had to swallow as he gave his son a hard hug.  “You have no idea what that means to me, son,” he murmured.  He pulled away and looked at Christopher.  “Hey, why don’t we go to the park for a little while?  Sound like a plan?”

Chris gave a whoop.  “You’re the best, Dad!”

Blake smiled as his son bolted out the door.  Brenna laughed.  “I’ll see you boys when you get back.”  Blake kissed her and then headed out after his son.


*sheepish grin*

Ok, one day, I will really will try to keep up with this blog… I’ve just been a terrible chronciler in my own life- journals and diaries never survived long with me.  That and life has been hectic the last little while.  In some good news, got a raise and more hours at work, which is great.  The bookstore is doing well and we’re slowly moving toward having our full stock online which has been quite an endeavor and will only prove to be more so as time goes on XD  But it will be worth it.

In not so good news, however, the hubby and I lost our kitty Liger early in February.  It’s been hard adjusting, especially with another kitty that is rather confused about where her buddy went.  Things are moving along, but it’s taking time.

Keep an eye out because I’ve been working on a few things, and they will pop up in the next day or so.


–pants a little– Ok, well, that took a bit of doing, but it’s done!  What’s done you ask?  Well, I did a bunch of switching around of my various blogs.  Most of you will notice the biggest change of course: my original blog, which had been the sole home of Queen of the Dragons has now been transformed into a general writing/story/Sims/gaming blog.  Don’t worry, the Queen of the Dragons archive as well as those of all the stories I’ve done can be found here as well as downloads for Sims 3.

So, all my other blogs, aside from the current Sims 4 story I have going (The Start of Something: a Family Reign Challenge), have been deleted.  I have made backups of them all, just in case.  But from now on, I am going to attempt to do my best to give regular content, even if it’s some kind of grammar discussion, or gaming reference, or SOMETHING at least!  You guys can help by requesting content!  Have a question?  A comment?  Just let me know and I’ll see what I can do to make a post about it ^^

The Wyverns are done, but there’s still hope!

Ok, I know I have been a terrible, terrible person of late.  My apologies to one and all.  But I am afraid that there will be no more updates to this blog.  My Sims 3 file is unplayable and I don’t have the heart to move the family to a new save and all that.  So I’m afraid the Wyverns as a Sims 3 family are done.

However, all hope is not lost.  Last year, for NaNoWriMo, I began to make the Wyverns into a novel.  There is going to be some major changes, but I think it will be just as enjoyable.  I won’t be posting it for a while, not until I get the first novel (yes, first, since I think it’s going to take 2 or 3 to tell the full story, I think) finished.  I plan on finishing it or getting it almost finished during next month’s Camp Nano.  If you are looking for updates on the status there, go here: Wolfie’s Sims Stories and More.  I will do my best to keep everyone apprised.  Also, on that blog, you will find the list of my current Sims stories.  Right now, I’m working on a story for a challenge that I created, which you can also check out on that blog.

My apologies for keeping everyone waiting.  I am sincerely sorry for that.  But I hope that this new course the Wyverns are taking will prove to be just as enjoyable for those who have come to love them.

Chapter 7: Like Father, Like Son

So what’s everyone doing?  Oh I see you guys are doing a couple’s workout.  How goes it?

Blake slide his gaze sideways.  “We’re good… what’s up, Watcher?  You sound bored.”

What?  No!  Of course- ok, yeah, maybe a little…

Brenna laughed.  “Don’t worry, Chris should be home soon.  Then you’ll have something else to do.”



Blake watched his wife hop off the treadmill.  He straightened and watched her, letting out a whistle.  “You look amazing, ya know that?”

She looked at him over her shoulder, batting her lashes at him.  “Don’t you know it, Mr. Hanover!”

Yeah… I’m gonna go- elsewhere.


Hey!  You’re home!  Wow, you must have had one heck of a first day!

Chris’s grin was a mile wide.  “Of course I did!”

You are most definitely your father’s son…

“Did he like school?”

Well… you’ll have to ask him that one.

“Ok!  He’s at work, right?”

Yup.  Your mom mentioned something about going to the museum for a bit.  You up for it?

“Sure, I guess so.”



“Hi there!  I’m Chris Hanover!”

“Uh hi, I’m Seth, Seth Lambert.”

Well, look at that… he’s making friends already.

“Lambert huh?  You live here in Willow Creek?”

“Nah, we live over in Oasis Springs, but Mom wants me to be ‘cultured’.”

Chris giggled.  “Yeah, I’m here with my mom, too.”

“Well, look at you two boys!  You look like you’re having fun.  I’m Alice, Alice Spencer-Kim.”

“Hi, ma’am!” the boys piped up.

Chris turned on that thousand-watt grin and began to regale his new audience with tales of his first day of school.

So uh, your boy is already quite the celebrity.  He’s got an audience.

“Does he now?”  Brenna grinned, even as she examined the painting on the wall.  “Hm… maybe, yeah.  Yeah, I think I can do something like that.”


Hm, well, I’ll leave you to it, then and go see what that son of yours is up to.  Hey wait, where did he go?  Oh there you are!  Ah, see you and Seth are really hitting it off.

“Hey Watcher.  Seth, this is my Watcher.”

“Oh wow, you’re a Watched Sim!”


Hi Seth.  How are ya?  How are your parents?  You guys see anything interesting up there?  Any shooting stars?

“Nah, no shooting stars.  In fact, looks like some clouds rolling in.”  Seth and Chris stood up.  “Hey, did you know that my teacher, Mrs. Underhill is really a witch?” Chris said, waving his arms dramatically.

“Whoa, really?”

“Hey, we need a pic!”  The two boys clamored together and snapped a few selfies.


Alright, Chris, c’mon, time to go home.  Your dad is already home.  You have homework to do.

”Aww, do I have to, Watcher?  Can’t I stay a bit longer with Seth?  Or maybe he can come over!”

Nope, not on a school night.  Don’t worry, the weekend’s almost here.  Then you can have Seth over, alright?

Christopher sighed.  “Ok, ok.  Hey Seth, I’ll see ya later, man!”

“Later, Chris!”


Hey, Blake.  How was work today?  Oh wow, that’s one smug expression.  You’re son has one just like it.  Wait just a minute.  That’s a different uniform.  Did you-

“Watcher, you are looking at the newest member of the Willow Creek Llamacorns.  Granted, it’s not the Majors yet, but it’s a start.”

Oh, Blake!  Congratulations!  It’s definitely a start!  You’ll be a Major Leagurer before ya know it!  Have you told Brenna or Chris yet?

“Nope, I want to surprise them, so don’t say anything, ok?

Alright, I won’t.  Again, congratulations!

Chapter 6: A Morning of Family

Blake: [thinking] I’m a lucky guy.  Got a beautiful, kind woman and a little boy that’s just wonderful.

Brenna: [thinking] Oh he can’t be growing up so fast!  It’s just not fair!

“Dad, why do I have to learn this stuff?” Christopher griped as he opened his homework.

“So that, when you grow up, you can make your own way,” his father told him with a grin.  “Having some issues there, son?”

Chris let out a huff and closed his book.  “Yeah, a bit.  You any good at math, Dad?”

“Um, not so much.  But I happen to know your Mama is terrific at it, aren’t ya babe?”

Brenna laughed.  “I’m not too shabby, no.  C’mon, Chris.  Open it up.  I’ll help ya.”

Her son bounced up.  “Woo!”  As his mother got up to go put the dishes away, Chris rattled off what the book said and Brenna paused a moment.

“Think about it this way, addition and subtration are two sides of the same coin.  It’s the same with multiplication and subtraction.  They’re opposite operations of each other.”

“Oh, ok!  Guess that makes sense.  So if I can multiple 6×5 and get 30, then if I divide 30 by 6, I’d get 5, right?”

“That’s right, son!”

“Ok, cool!  I think I got it from here, Mom, thanks!”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

Blake smiled at them.  He’d gone to change.  As he came out, he grabbed his wife and hugged her.  “You are amazing,” he murmured.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispered back, brushing the backs of her fingers over his cheek.

Christopher snickered.  “C’mon you two, not in front of the innocent child!”

Innocent my foot, young man.

He grinned.  “Hi, Watcher.”

Hey kiddo.  No one buys that innocent routine, by the way, just so you know.

 “Oh yeah?  Betcha most will!”

Sad thing is… I think you’re right.

Blake grimaced.  “Oh c’mon, it’s a new dishwasher!  Why won’t it work?”

“Easy there, hun.  Let me take a look.”  Brenna came over to take a look.  “Ah, ok, looks like the mechanism inside is bent.  I’ll take care of it.”

“That’s my girl!”

Brenna looked over her shoulder at him and winked.  “Ok, time to go shower.  Then I’ll make some breakfast.”


A long string of expletives rang out through the kitchen.  Brenna looked around sheepishly.

Don’t worry, Chris is still in his room.  Having some issues there?

 “Shoulda had Blake do this… I’m not so good at the cookin’ thing…”

Heh, takes practice.  It’ll be ok.

 “Hey, is that breakfast?”

Uh, might wanna grab some cereal, there Chris.

“Oooo-k.  Mom?”

“Yeah, probably should listen to the Watcher… think the eggs are a bit- burnt.”

“Got it…”

Brenna brought her plate of burnt eggs and sat down with her son.  “Ready for school today, son?”

“You bet Mom!  I’m looking forward to it, even to math.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Morning family!” Blake came down the stairs, grinning.  He loved saying that, ‘family’, his family.

“Hey Dad!”

Blake sniffed at the air.  “Hey, is that breakfast?”

“Uh, Dad?  Mom says it might not be safe.”

“Eh, nonsense.”  He grabbed a plate of his wife’s eggs and sat down at the table.

“Hey, Dad, how do you cure a headache?”

“I don’t know son, how do you cure a headache?”

“Put your head through a window and the pane will just disappear!”

Blake snorted and Brenna chuckled.  “Wow, son,” Blake said with a grin.

Christopher giggled.  “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

Brenna looked at Blake.  “He’s definitely yours,” she told him with a laugh.

“Yes, yes he is.”

“Well, c’mon big man.  Time to get ready for school.  Go shower.”

“Ok, Dad.”  Chris scampered off.

Blake stood up.  “I’m going to get in a quick workout.  Wanna join me?”

“Sure, though I have a good idea for a painting.”

“Alright, sounds good.”



“What’s up, babe?”

“Just trying to get this color right, that’s all.”

Blake nodded, going silent as he concentrated on his steps.  Brenna went back to her painting and the two lapsed into a companionable silence.


All showered and ready?

 Chris dug into a plate of his mother’s eggs.  “This actually isn’t too bad, as long as you eat around the burnt parts.”

Hm… Chris, are you stalling?

“Who me?  Never!”

Uh huh.  I’ll take your word for it.  –yawns—Just to let ya know, you guys are up too darn early!


Christopher snickered.  “Not a morning Sim, Watcher?”

Person, not a morning person, and no, I’m not.  I think I hear your dad comin’.

 “Mhm, yup, definitely him.”

Blake leapt down the last couple steps and looked at his son, grinning.  “All set for your first day of school?”

Chris grinned.  “You bet, Dad!”

Blake moved over into the living room and sat down on the couch, Christopher following after him.  The boy plopped onto the couch next to his dad.

Blake looked at his son sideways, then grinned.  “C’mere you!”  He grabbed his son in a bear hug and pulled him close.

“Ack, Dad!” Christopher yelped with a laugh.  “Ah, c’mon!”

Blake ruffled his hair, then gave him a squeeze.  “You have a good first day, huh?”

Chris hugged his dad back.  “I will, Dad.”

“Think I hear the bus, kiddo.  Time to go.”

Chris jumped up.


Wait, where’d he go?  Oh there you are.  Did you change?

 “Yeah, why?”

Nothing… have a good day, Christopher.

 “Thanks, Watcher, I will.”

–shakes head—He’s going to be such a handful… Hope he has a good day.

Chapter 5: They Grow Up So Fast

“He’s beautiful,” Blake murmured as he looked down into his son’s bassinet.

Brenna, her head resting on his shoulder, nodded.  “Yes, he is.”  She let out a soft sigh.  Blake shifted and took her hands in his.  Then he kissed her cheek.

“Can you forgive me?  For being an idiot?” he asked her.

She took his hand and led him to the bed.  They both sat down and Brenna smiled at her husband.  “I know you haven’t had it easy, Blake.  I do know that.  But this kinda thing can’t keep happening, alright?”

He nodded.  “I know.  I know.  I-I can’t tell you how sorry I am.  I just- most days, I know I’m worth it.  But then this doubt creeps in.  A little voice that keeps whispering in the back of my head about how a wonderful woman like you could want someone like me.  And-and then I lash out.”

“Oh my love,” she murmured.  “It’ll be ok.  I promise.”

He rested his forehead against hers.  “If-if you want to get a job, I’m behind you all the way.  I-I can’t promise I won’t have more- episodes, but, by the Watcher, I’ll do my best to not be a blockhead anymore, alright?  That I can promise.”

Brenna smiled.  “How does this sound?  I’ll wait until our little one is older before I get a job, ok?  Once he’s in school, then I’ll see about getting a job.  Is that ok with you?”

He pulled her close and kissed her.

“I really don’t deserve you,” he murmured to her.

You sure don’t.

 “Thanks, Watcher,” he said dryly.

Just agreein’ with ya, hun.  –grins– 

Blake shook his head and gave his wife a shoulder rub.  Brenna sighed softly.  “O-oh right there, babe.  Oh that feels wonderful.”

Even as the two sat there, looking into one another’s eyes for a moment, Chris let out a hungry wail.  Brenna grinned and got up to see to their son.  “Heya litte boy.  Bet your hungry.”

Blake remained where he was, watching his wife with his son.  “I am a lucky man, huh, Watcher?”

That you are, Blake, that you are.

 “That’s our little man, yes it is,” Brenna cooed to their son.

He really is a cutie.

Brenna grinned and winked.  “How could he not be?  I mean, look at his parents, right?”

–snort—Riiight, though you do have a point.  It’ll be fun to see who he resembles more as he gets older.

 Brenna nodded.  “Yeah, it’s exciting… though I don’t wanna think about him growing up yet!  It’ll happen too fast as it is!”  She kissed his forehead before placing him back in the bassinet.  Blake stood up and pulled his wife close, a little too choked up to speak.

Brenna sighed softly and returned his embrace, then a wicked grin crossed her face.  “Ya know what?” she murmured into her husband’s ear.


As the question left his lips, Blake found himself being flipped right over!

He was a bit unsteady on his feet as his wife (a lot stronger than she looks) righted him once more.

“Uh, wow,” was all he could manage.

Brenna giggled and waved at him as she headed downstairs to grab some food.  Blake looked after her with a dopey grin.  –snickers—You don’t stand a chance, there big guy.

 “Nope… I’m a goner, Watcher.  Wow, what a woman!”

Just keep that in mind huh?  She’s awfully tolerant of your shenanigans.  So don’t be too much of a-


We’ll go with that, yeah.

“Hey hey hey!  What’s all this noise?  You must be hungry little man!”  Blake stood over his son cooing for a moment even as he lifted him up into his arms.  “Here ya go, Papa’s got what ya want.”  He smiled as his son latched onto the bottle.  “That’s my growin’ boy!”

First day of work, Blake.  You excited?

 “More just ready to get to it, ya know?  I’ve been waiting for this opportunity a long time.”

I know.  Well, go get ‘em, tiger!

Lookin’ good, Brenna.  Painting is coming along nicely.

 “Think so, Watcher?  Not feelin’ this one as much today.”

Well, why don’t you go and lay down huh?  You’ve been goin’ full on the last few days and Chris is a good boy, but he’s an infant and he needs care pretty regularly.  Go take a nap, I’ll watch the little guy for a while for ya.

 “Yeah, ya know, that sounds like a good idea.  Thanks, Watcher.”

You bet.

You are a cute kid.  Can’t wait to see what ya all grown up little guy.

“There’s my little man!  Look at you!  Were you good for Mama today?  I see you tuckered her right out,” Blake cooed to his little boy.

You are such a sap.  And it’s adorable, ya know that?

Blake grinned.  “Nothing wrong with a father loving his son, ya know.”

Never said there was anything wrong with that at all.  You’re pretty good at that, Blake.

“That’s cause I love my little boy.  I love him to pieces, don’t I, Christopher?  Daddy’s gonna do right by you, yes I am.  I promise.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this!  H-how can it be his birthday already?” Brenna exclaimed with a sigh.  She had barely touched her food.

“All kids gotta grow up, honey.  I know it seems too soon.  But we gotta do it sometime,” Blake pointed out, though he wasn’t all that enthusiastic either.  He was excited, to see what his boy would become, but it was certainly bittersweet.  He stood up, leaving part of his dinner still on the plate.  “Come on, baby.”

The two went upstairs to Christopher’s bassinet.  Blake smiled down at Christopher.  “Alright, son.  C’mon then.  Time to come out to play!”

The bassinet began to shake, the sparkles swirled around, and Christopher jumped out of the basket with a loud whoop of delight.

He was already downstairs by the time his parents could catch up with them.  “Hey, mom, hey pops!”  He was a bit of a whirlwind even as his father laughed.

“C’mere you!”  Christopher threw his arms around his father’s neck in a bear hug.  “Oh my boy!”

Brenna soon took Blake’s place and Christopher gave her a hug as well.

“Uh, can I go and change?  These clothes aren’t exactly my style!”

Brenna laughed.  “Go on then!  Do you need help?”

He ran toward the bathroom, calling back over his shoulder.  “Nah, I got it!  Thanks Mom!”

Oh boy… he’s gonna be a handful!

And now, Christopher Hanover is now a young boy.