Third Time’s the Charm

Uhoh! Where the pictures go!?

Meet Abbey Barnsworth… fresh off the farm and newly moved to Riverview, where according to some Big City Lawyers, her mother’s great aunt Mable has left her ‘the family estate.’

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Abbey is a very excitable young woman with a bit of a green thumb, who loves the outdoors (having spent the better part of her life exploring the mountain side out back of her daddy’s farm) and has a bit of a lucky streak.  Things just come easy to her.

Growing up on a small farm in the mountains of West Simginia, however, Abbey is  more than a little afeared of technology and all it’s trappings.

This it was with some hesitation that she left those mountains and moved to Riverview and the estate promised to her by her aunt’s lawyers.

“It’s not really much of an estate, actually,” Abbey said when she surveyed the plot of land she found at the address given to her.

And really, it wasn’t. It was a big, empty lot on one side of Riverblossom Hills Drive.

There were really nice houses… really nice estates, one might say… on all sides of her, but on her lot? A whole mess of nothing.

The first thing Abbey does is cross the street to talk to Jon Lessen, one of her neighbors. He’s friendly enough, to be sure, and tells her that if she needs anything…anything at all, she can give him a call.

Then Abbey hails a cab and heads into town to look for a a job and some things to make her plot of land feel more like home.

She winds up getting a job at the local Bistro. It’s a bit upscale, but pays well, even for a dishwasher’s position.

At the Bistro, she met other new people…

Like Angel Lobos…Hal Breckenridge… and Flo Broke.

And then she went home to sleep in her modest bed.

And modest, it was. All Abbey owned was a wall, shoddily and hastily put up, to shield her makeshift bedroom from the prying eyes of all her well-to-do neighbors. Along with her bed, she had a toilet and a sink… but naught else.

However, she had managed to bring with her from the wilds of West Simginia, a pouch of seeds, which she decided would grow nicely in the land her mother’s great aunt Mable had left her.

As the days passed, however, Abbey soon came to realize that bathing in her sink each morning was just not cutting it.

She soon discovered that the town offered a few freebies.

Showers could be found on the premise at the neighborhood gym.

And food, if you did not mind harvesting it yourself, was also to be had from a local neighborhood market/garden. All she need do was go and pick what she wanted and tend the growing patches with love. For Abbey, it was easy to do.
(Random nerdy Simmer moment… Robert Newbie, father of Bob Newbie)

“Maybe this won’t be so bad after all,” Abbey thought to herself one morning as she awoke, sitting up in bed just in time to see the sun rise over the horizon. She loved the outdoors and sleeping under the stars and sky was nothing new for her. She’d often slept on the front porch as a child, in hot weather, when the house was too muggy to stand and night air was cool on her skin. Indeed, she sleep peacefully most nights, despite the lack of walls or security.

Abbey grew tired of taking taxis everywhere she went and finally had earned enough money to buy a bike. She loves riding it, as you can tell. Besides, bikes are better for the environment.

Abbey’s trips to the gym for her daily shower pay off… she meets Don Lothario… the man, the myth, the legend…

And this guy, Hunter Cottoneye.

Hunter, Abbey discovers, is a bit of a loner and has a reputation around Riverview as being… eccentric.

Whatever the reason, however, something about Abbey touches Hunter and the two of them form a slow friendship… which blossoms into something more as the months pass.

One day while Hunter was helping Abbey tend her modest garden, the conversation turns to her living alone.

“I ha’been doin’ sum thinkin’, Abbey girl,” Hunter tells her.

“About what?”

“‘Bout you an’ me an’ us … an’ I have me some money socked away fer a rainy day and seems like you got yerself here a rainy day.”

Hunter hemmed and hawed and finally came around to what he wanted to say… he wanted her to move in with him, so she wouldn’t be alone.

Abbey was touched, because she knew that Hunter was not a man who shared his life with anyone. But she knew that she couldn’t just leave her great aunt’s land.

“But you could move in with me, if you want,” she offered, and was pleasantly surprised when Hunter accepted.

With Hunter’s money and her own small savings, they built a small one-roomed cabin and out house. It looked meager next to the fancy houses in the neighborhood and she was certain it was an eyesore in comparison, but she loved it all the same.

In the months to come, Abbey and Hunter grew closer together as they worked in the gardens and took care of their little homestead.

Hunter was a man of few words and most of those were simple and to the point. Abbey soon learned that he often ‘said’ things with his actions and she soon found herself falling in love with the plainspoken, often misunderstood man from Riverview.

But with love comes other things and soon, Abbey is bare foot and pregnant… with Hunter’s child.

And like every good sim before her, she goes into labor in the bathroom…er, out house.

Knowing the baby is on it’s way and that Hunter has gone to town to sell their produce, Abbey sprints to the end of the driveway…

… and hops on her bike to pedal her way to the hospital.

Hunter arrives on his own not long after she is admitted and witnesses the birth of their daughter, Bailey Barnsworth.

After a brief stay in the hospital, Abbey and Hunter are able to bring Bailey home for the first time. Abbey is chauffeured home in a taxi this time, not on her bike… by herself, it seems.

(Yes, the taxi driver looked like a clone of Abbey, with different colored hair bows. It was quite unnerving.)

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