Welcome back to the Regacy! Hang up your coat, sit down, and relax.

Cee?

“…”

CEE?!
 “You know, it's quite rude to interrupt someone while they study...”

So sorry, dearest.

“Of course you are. I suppose you wish me to continue with the story
of the Austen family, hmm?”

Much obliged.
“When we last left our friends at the Regacy House they--"

Er...Cee?
 "Oh, sorry, wrong slide. That's my house, don't know how that
happened! You know, there was this one time with a paintbrush and a
parakeet--"

Cee!

"Yes. As I was saying..."

 "When we last left our friends at the Regacy House...oh DEAR, Cait, this is
dreadful. Cannot you give them a nice motherlode or two as a wedding gift?"

Sorry, no. Get ON with it.

 “Hmph. And James Austen has just married Miss Cathleen Cho.”

Again, much obliged. I suppose I'll take it from here.

I apparently forgot to put Cathy's stats in the last chapter. She's a

Fortune sim who rolled a secondary Knowledge aspiration. She's a Scorpio
with a 6/5/8/3/3 personality. It's odd because she's a lot nicer than James
and he has 5 nice points.

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 "Oh thank goodness! Mistress Voice, you are much needed here!"

What seems to be the problem Cathy?

"Since our wedding night I've been ill as a cow and extremely vexed and
uncomfortable! Even now, I cannot sleep!"

Oh, I think I know what the problem is.

 "I do as well! Just LOOK at these clothes..."

...

"Wait, no...there's something else happening here."

I'd say so. It may have something to do with a WooHoo or two.

"This is no time to rhyme."

Oh for the love of… You're pregnant, Cathy!

"That's a relief...I thought I may have botched the porkchops and gave
us all food poisoning."

Yeah, congratulations.
 “You see nothing, Madam. I am most certainly NOT walking about in
nothing but my nightshirt and small clothes."

I didn't say anything...hey, I think Cathy has something to tell you.

"Women always have something to talk about...say, did you notice she
was looking a bit beefish around the middle? I do not much fancy buying
new frocks for my wife and her healthy appetite."

You'd better not say she's fat to her face, James...

"Mr. Austen?"

"I'm, bathing, my dear, do remove yourself!"

"I have something of great import—”

"Later!"

Men. It's like he doesn't want an heir.

"What was that, madam?"

I said don't forget to wash your hair.

 "So sorry about the outburst dear..."

"It's nothing."

"And if Cee comes by and tells you I called you fat it is an absolute
falsehood. I merely said you were a bit...wide. NOT that that is a problem,
of course...I mean to say...well, most women let themselves go—”
 "James..."

Idiot.

"What have I missed?"

"Do you honestly think I'm just fat? Do you not remember the
countless WooHoos? Honestly, for someone who seemed as prudish as
you I NEVER would have thought of all the ideas you had for—anyway,
I'm pregnant."
 "REEEALLY? I never would have guessed! I should have thought a lot
more effort would have gone into that. It was terribly easy, must be a sign
of my greatness as a man."

...

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 Cathy is devoted to her art. (Maybe because she's a Fortune sim who
can't work...she's always rolling up "Sell a Masterpiece") She started James's
portrait before she was pregnant...but kept going back to it autonomously
with no energy, a full bladder, and an empty stomach.
 Cee intervened.

"James, you really need to look after your wife in this condition. You
haven't the money to employ a maid so everything is up to you! You can't
be allowing her to paint like this.”
 "See here, woman...I am the Master of this household. My job is to
provide funds and aid in producing an heir. I'm doing both, so I see no
reason for you to be upset. I've done my job for now...all I have left to
worry about is finding a suitable spouse for each of my children."

"But you cannot seriously want Cathy to be ill."

"Of course not. I love my wife, but I'm no country woman with a
bonnet...I'm NOT cooking OR cleaning."

Sigh.

"Fine, live in filth.“

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 "Oh, Mistress Voice...please send Cee here! I have an awful feeling that
something bad is happening...and you know James is no help."

Sure thing...I've got stuff to do tonight anyway so you'll definitely need

her.
 "I'm so glad you asked me to come...now don't worry everything—”
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
"Mrs. Austen, be QUIET...I have to work in the morning."
"James, your wife is in LABOR!"
"Yes, yes, call the midwife. I knew sharing her bed tonight was a bad
idea.“*
"James, there are no midwives."
"OWWWWWWWWWW. JAMES AUSTEN! I CONDEMN YOU! I
HOPE FOR YOUR SAKE THIS IS A BOY BECAUSE I AM NEVER
DOING THIS AGAIN!"

*That's right, gentle viewers, the Austens sleep in adjoining bedrooms in

classic Regency style.
"Good heavens, that looks painful...JAMES!"

"I suppose I'm up anyway."

“Owww…”
"Excuse meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Mistress Voice!?!?"

"She's not here, Cathy! I'm here!"

"I really wanted to get a solid eight hours of sleep this evening..."
 "Ah, well..."

"Oh my, it's coming out! Heavens, there's a mutant ripping through my
abdomen!"

"JAMES!"
"Mustn't be untidy..."
"This really isn't the time to start taking my advice!"
"Baby!"
The firstborn of the Regacy!
 "Of course NOW you want to be helpful, James, after all the screaming
is over...is it a boy or a g—”
 "WHAT?! Cait said NOTHING about cheesecake. Did you eat
cheesecake, Cathy?"

"NoOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!"
Baby number two!
 Lucky for Cathy she doesn't have to do this again...an heir and a spare
all in one.
 "Whatever is the matter, Cee? Why to you bang your head upon the
door? I have proved my greatness as a man by producing twins...should not
you be happy?"

"If you knew what lay ahead with twins in a legacy household, you
would do as I do."

Well said.

"Oh, you're back, Madam! Come meet my children...and do tell me

which gender they are, I can't bring myself to look...these nappies are
women's work."

We get it. You're a big strong man.

 This is Charles Bingley Austen, our heir. He is named after Mr. Bingley
of Pride and Prejudice fame. Charles has James's hair and Cathy's eyes...as
well as a standard baby face.
 Our surprise second baby is Jane Bennet Austen. Jane is named after
two people: Miss Bennet of Pride and Prejudice and Jane Austen herself,
the inspiration for this Regacy. Jane's a cute little girl with her mother's
coloring exactly.

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 "Who's Mama's little prince? Is it you, Charles?"

The one sweet scene from the millions of awful ones. These twins were
a nightmare. In addition to the house being tiny and there being very little
room to move around, Cathy was always putting one baby on the ground
blocking her from getting to the other one. Cathy was in the red, James
refused to do anything, and the house was filled with wails of two infants.
"Come on, James, just change ONE diaper...help out your wife."

"Not listening!“

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 "So then the King said—"

"Is that ugly, obnoxious, impertinent woman with in my house AGAIN? Mrs.
Austen, get her out of here!"

"James!"
 "That good for nothing husband of yours! I'll get him!"

“Please, Cee, it...it must be the fumes from all the pooey diapers and
rotting milk! I swear he didn't mean it."

"Yes I did!“

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 The poor Austen twins didn't get a birthday cake because I wasn't
paying attention to the time.
"Gahrg."

Aww, look at little Charlie! He's got his father's weird eyebrows. I've
seen worse! Charles is a Sagittarius with a 2/7/10/8/3 personality...so he's
a semi-nice sim who would be glad to run around naked pulling pranks
with sprinklers and not cleaning up after himself. Nice. I am a bit
disappointed about him not being evil... evil sims are the most interesting.
 And JANE! Adorable little thing. I think she looks a lot like her Mama,
but with her Papa's arched eyebrows again. Jane is a Cancer with her
father's exact personality: 5/5/5/5/5. No mean sims in the entire
generation? Poo.
"Huu?"

"That's Mistress Voice, or Madam, as your father calls her."

"Goo!"
"Say, "MaMAH"...say it Jane!"

"It Jane!"

"No, say, "MaMAH", not it Jane!"

"Mama not it, Jane!"

Well I suppose she gets the point...

 "Say, "PaPAH!""

"Papa!"

"Good show, son! Now...say, "I will take on the reins of heirship!" Go
on, boy!"

"Papa!"

Small sentences, James.

"Oooh ooh ah ah ah! And that is the noice a monkey makes, children!"

"Cee Cee big monkey!"

"Goo!"
 "I catch you, Janie!"

"No, Charlie slow!"

For how evil these two were as babies I'm having a way too easy time
with them now. Where's MY evil heir? WHY aren't these two evil? I
thought it was a legacy right of passage.

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 The twins had been toddlers for only two days before James started
thinking about money and futures.

"My dear, our family fortune will one day be great."

"How so?"

"Marriage. To a 'Miss Diva'...odd name."

"You know we cannot have our son marry that scarlet woman they call
'The Diva'...Cee has already said that it is against the rules."

"She said no such thing."

"It must have been when you were strutting your great manly self
about."

"No, I know for sure she never--"

 "It is of no importance. The point is that it is against the rules.
Besides... don't you want your children to marry for love?"

"Now THERE is something that is of no importance."

"Mr. Austen, that is very untrue. You married me because you loved
me... you could very well have married anyone in this town. Have we not
been happy?"
"A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of."

"I will not allow you to force either of our children into a marriage they
do not agree to."

"See here, woman, I am Master of this house..."

Yes, yes, James. That's enough.

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"Birthday time!"

Already? Time flies.

Since when did you wear "savage" clothes, James?

"Since I began to work in the savage world."

Ah.

"Papa wear funny jacket!"

"Blow out the candles, son!"

"Mama, Fire!"

"Yes, yes...blow fire out"

“THPPT!”

Good thing we have two cakes...

And so the little heirspare twins were all grown!
 How are you, Charles?

"I'm good...can I go play now?"

Don't you want to hear about you being an heir and such?

"No...Mama finally bought us a toy box...and it's right behind you

so...BYE!"
 Jane takes after her mother in everything but personality. She is
absolutely obsessed with art, made clear when she grew up and walked
right over to the easel.

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"Charles, really...cannot you keep your food on your own plate?"

"No, Mama."

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"Jane...do you hear Mama? She and Papa are talking about us!"
 “Now, my dear, I know you did not like this subject much the last time...
but our children are nearly adults."

"James... their birthday was 4 days ago, they're barely children."

"Yes well, even so... I think it high time we search for their future
spouses."
"Did I not tell you I wanted them to choose?!"

"Yes, you did...but I have a plan!"

"Go on..."

"Suppose we find a suitable match...and they fall in love...what then?"

"And if they did not? Would you force it?"

“Of course not."

“I love you, husband, but for some reason I don't believe you."
 "Admit it, James, you just want a big dowry from whoever Charlie
marries."

"I have no problem in admitting that fact."

"James Austen, you are shameless."

 "Jane and Charles Austen! If I come out this door and see you giggling
I'll put you both in tonight's soup."

"I love my wife."

This was Cathy's favorite candidate for Charlie’s wife.

"Of course, there will be bonnets involved, Virginia."

 Speaking of bonnets, Cathy, you seem to have forgotten yours today.

Do not speak to me of bonnets! I'm trying to decide if she'll still marry my son if I
win...maybe I should let her win? Or maybe she'll believe me to be an imbecile and will
not want to marry into a silly family...oh, I better not let her meet James…

I'll leave you to it.

 "I truly believe you two will be the best of friends. He's such a nice
fellow."

That's right, Cathy. Schmooze.

 "Of course I'd like to meet your son!"

Hooray! And it's not weird at all that she reminds me of Cathy back in
the day before bonnets.

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 Again, time flies with nice people. Jane has been painting away and
Charles has played with every toy in the box... all while being perfectly civil.

For shame.
First was Charlie...
 "YAY CHARLIE! I'M NEXT!"

Looking like a proper nerd, wonderful.

"Hey!"

Sorry, but you do! Oooh and look, Charles, your lady friend is here.

"Quiet, woman."

Oh no, not you too!

Charles Austen has rolled Popularity & Fortune for his first and
secondary aspirations respectively. He likes unemployed blondes and hates
fit people. Ah wonderful...he's going to be just like his father: self-obsessed
and greedy...but nice.
"Wish for a wealthy husband, Jane!"

"Hush, husband, honestly..."

"I wish..."
 "Jane...I am not at all pleased with your apparel. Please go and change
into something more suitable at once...we have guests!"

"Mama, really..."

Jane Austen rolled Fortune and Knowledge for her aspirations. She likes
to see fit men in their undies but hates it when they wear jewelry.

I suppose Mr. Austen will be pleased with this...and I KNEW there was
a knowledge sim in her. She's capped logic and creativity.
Why, hello there Mr. Charles!

"Hello, Madam."

How's everything?

"Perfectly agreeable, thank you."

What? No 'get out of my face' or 'what do you want?'...?!?!?!?!

"Of course not, Madam."

Boring, stinky nice sims...

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"Oh CEE! Have you seen Charlie and Ginny lately?"

"No, I haven't!"

"Why, they've become the best of friends!"

 "They're always playing at chess and she's calling on him and he always wants to see
her and..."
 "...Oh, rot, I've forgotten my bonnet again..."

"Not to worry, Cathy! At least you know your son will be happy and
your grandchildren will grow up happily!"

"Yes, yes, but this is really too much, I must fetch my bonnet before Mr.
Austen sees. You know how he feels about improper attire. He makes fun
of Ginny for her pants far too often...'You look like a lad, girl', he says."

"O...OK, then.”
 Afternoon, Cathy.

"Hello, Mistress Voice. Nothing too interesting happening here, I'm

afraid. Just shopping."

Nothing too interesting? I think you should look to your right.

"Hello there, Sir!"

"Madam."

"Pardon my impertinence, but I am Mrs. Cathleen Austen."

 "THE Cathy Austen? Of the Regacy Austens? My PLEASURE,
ma'am...big fan!"

"Oh...hee, thank you. I heard you were new in town and I thought it
only right to introduce myself."

"Pleased to meet you. And how is your family? Your daughter is lovely,
by the way...I've seen her portrait."

"Do you think so? Oh, thank you sir. And we all do quite well."

"Wonderful. Well I must be off, but I hope we meet again soon!"

 That was a lucky trip to the market, wasn't it Cathy?

"Indeed. There is nothing against Jane marrying rich...oh, excuse me

voice. The savage may see me...must run."
"James Austen, you are such a pig."
"I heard that, my dear. Thank you SO much for the compliment."

"Sorry, dearest, I did not see you in there."

"It's your fault, you know...if you didn't cook so well..."

Awww, that was sort of sweet, James.

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 Oh, Jane...I thought you should know your Mama has a man in her
head for you.

"Really, Mistress Voice?"

Yes, and he's very wealthy.

"That's nice."
"Mama and Papa want me to marry a rich man, Charles."
 "Check. Yes...I suppose we are almost grown and will be heading to
school soon. It is quite fitting."

You two bore the POO out of me!

"What was that, madam?“

Didn’t say a word.

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 “Hello there, Mistress voice!"

Hello Miss Jane....Charles. What are you two up to?

"We're going to school, Madam."

Aha. Well, have a good day.

"And you, Mistress Voice!"

These two are never apart. Aside from silly bickering and aside from
when he's with Ginny... they are ALWAYS interacting somehow.
 "Jane, do NOT look at my writing. I shall tell Mama."

"Why? Worried I might see how much you already love Ginny? Don't
worry, Charles, we all know that already."

"I've not the slightest idea what you mean."

 "Goodbye, my son! Have a wonderful time at University!"

"Goodbye, Mama. And goodbye, Madam."

Oh no, I'm coming with you.

Charles is off to Pemberley University, named after Mr. Darcy's home

in Pride and Prejudice.
 "Goodbye my dear, study hard!"

"Yes, Mama."

Jane is going to the M. Bennet Academy for Ladies, a finishing school

named after Pride and Prejudice's resident scholar, Mary Bennet.
 "I never thought I'd be so distressed to see my son and daughter go
away for school. I have this awful feeling something dreadful is going to
happen."

Maybe you're just getting old?

"No, that cannot be it..."

 "Here's where we leave you all. Oh, and if you think you know what's
coming in the future of our Regacy, you're about to be very surprised.”

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