Cast / Roles (in order of appearance)
(all cast photos are clickable)
Special thanks to Toots for creating the photos and some of the missing Sim-me’s to go along with the story and to CeeCee for beta reading, editing and all around putting up with my rambling insecurities.
Thanks to all the lovely LL ladies for putting up with my insanity and the fun with all of This.
No Sims were killed during the making of This. They were tortured, tormented, taunted and teased… but none were killed.
Peter heard the door open, heard the door close, heard his heart breaking and watched as the car drove slowly down the drive and out of sight. He stood in the same spot Jenson was in when he came in and would swear he could still smell his cologne.
Unsure of how long he stood there, he wasn’t surprised to hear the door open again, nor the hesitant steps towards him. “I’m okay.” His voice cracked with emotion, belying the words he just spoke.
“Liar.” Arms slipped around him and he pulled her to him as a sob tore through him.
“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t see me like this.” He rested his cheek on the top of her head and she held him tighter.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Her hand rubbed his back consoling him.
“No, not really. I’m not exactly sure how I feel about this yet.” He kissed the top of her head and sighed heavily. “Can I ask you something without you hedging or sugar coating a response?”
Celina looked up at him and nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“Are you ashamed of me? Am I that hateful, that you don’t want anyone to know you’re my daughter?” The pain in his eyes caused her to pause and she dropped her head on his chest.
Her response was muffled. “No and yes?”
Peter chuckled and walked to the couch to sit. “I guess I deserve that.” He dropped his long frame on the couch, arms splayed, head back as a wistful sigh escaped. “People think they know me. Only a few really do. I lost the only woman I ever loved. I just lost the only man I will ever love.”
Celina took a seat beside him. “Want some company on your trip tomorrow?”
“Next time. I’ll take you any where you want. You name it, the world is yours.” He pulled her into his embrace. “Where will we go?”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Europe.” Peter nodded slowly. “Promise?”
“I promise.” Peter looked at his daughter and put on a brave front. “I always keep my promises.”
Celina grins up at him. “I love you, Dad.”