All About, 2008

Patar, summer, 2008

Tobi is 36; Aaron and Simora are 9; Matt is 5 (Gavin Benson is 34; Cameron Smith is 31, Craig Smith is 3, Christopher Smith is 2)

Tobi struggled through his last repetition, trying not to think about his muscles straining against the weight. He was getting older, he was almost forty, yet he didn't feel as old.

His kids were older, Matt was starting kindergarten and reminded Tobi of his mother.

Simora had taken Matt under her wing,

or at least had convinced him to do the bidding of his big sister.

That didn't last long as Matt soon found other friends his age to play with. Right now his bestest friend in the whole world was Chase Dawson who would also be starting kindergarten this fall.

Aaron had friends of his own, but Tobi worried about Simora. She didn't speak of friends and brought no children home with her to play.

He pushed through another rep, ignoring the pain shooting through his legs.

The pain helped him to forget the phone call he got two simweeks ago.

"Craig wants his siblings to be there. Do you think you can make it?"

Of course. How could he deny her. She had given him so much and now she was happy.

She said that they were in love and that she couldn't imagine life without him.

He remembered when she said those things about him as well.

He grunted one last time, startling his gym neighbor. He smiled and allowed his eyes to survey her body. He recognized her, she spent almost as much time in the gym as he did.

Krissy was her name and she was very pretty. She had these large expressive eyes and these soft lips that he dreamed about. However, she also started bringing around some other guy. Tobi didn't know him very well, but recognized the steely look in his eye as belonging to a sim that you didn't want to mess with. He was introduced to him one day and the hair on his body stood up when he said his name, Alphonso Pentragnani. It didn't take long to look up the fact that he was a part of the long rumored mafia family that started in the old dimension when superstar Alisa Crawston married Jarrel Pennelson/Pentragnani. He couldn't prove that Alphonso was an official member of the family, but he knew enough not to ask.

His workout and personal viewing session was over, he needed to get three children dressed and ready within three hours and keep them clean. Not a small feat at all. For the most part, the children sat still during the entire ceremony.

Of course there was some squirming, but candy helped with that.

Tobi watched as Cameron promised her life to this man, this Gavin. He watched as she promised to be with him during sickness and health, until death separated them.

It was what she wanted all along. Something so simple. A white dress off the rack, a bouquet of flowers from the supermarket tied with a simple hair ribbon and a small cake in the courthouse surrounded with cheap plastic decor. Most all she wanted a promise, a committment. It didn't take much at all, but it was something that Tobi couldn't give her.

Even now, watching her marry the love of her life as she called him, he knew that he couldn't give her that. He loved her so very much and was still attracted to her. She was the woman he loved the most. He loved her more than Li, more than Ginger even.

She was the woman whom logical sims would have concluded that they would have spent years together and had their own happily ever after. He still had no words for the lack that he felt towards her, but he loved her enough to be happy that she had found a sim to fill that lack in her life.

Isn't that what true love is all about?

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Sorry, Blogger was acting strange, so this one is a bit late/on time :\