For those worried about Calder, there wasn’t much to worry about. Tessa was able to shake him out of his stupor a few moments later. They had a brief talk and Tessa agreed to not say anything to his parents. However, if she ever heard he did it again, she’d rat him out. Tessa shoo’d Calder out of the bathroom so she could use it and he headed for the stairs and to bed. He nearly missed school the next day but he recovered nicely.
That evening, still grimey faced, goofy, and full of hormones, he went out to the front yard and decided to stargaze. It was almost like he was trying to find Meadow Thayer somewhere up there.
The first Fall rains came into the area and the air began to carry with it a comfortable chill of a morning. Ever the stalwart active mom, Dagmar immediately pushed Dale outside for a game of catch in the rain. The two of them had been surprisingly happy together since the decision for another child. She was so proud of Dale and Dale adored her. (Yay! I finally got Seasons!!! Big thank you’s to the Sim Fairy! You know who you are…)
Later that week, the autumnal winds brought with them an old friend of Dale’s, Ivy Copur. Stopping by the house, she introduced herself to Dagmar. Dagmar discovered Ivy was not just one of Dale’s friends but also an old friend of the “trade” who had come looking for Dale’s help. She’d come by to talk to Dale but had missed him. Dagmar invited her in and told her Dale should be home shortly.
Dale returned home and was ecstatic to see Ivy. They’d worked a con together a few years ago and the two of them had hit it off pretty well.
After some catching up, Ivy got down to business. Always an adventurous and fun-loving Robin Hood, Ivy had worked her way in close with a crooked state legislator this time around and after a few months had finally scored information she needed to cinch a con. The target was dirty through and through, had been responsible for instances of misconduct with interns, and Ivy wanted a piece of him.
She knew the operation would be much too large for just her to handle so she’d decided to come talk to the one man who could probably pull it all together, Dale. The senator would be leaving town in a few days and Ivy wanted to make their initial move on him while he was off his home turf. It would require her and Dale to travel several hundred miles to follow the senator to a speaking engagement.
They’d make their moves, which involved blackmail, revealing the illegal connections to pharmaceutical companies as well as a host of other indecencies, and then do a full reveal to a news station to cover their tracks. It would be dangerous but the pay off could be sizable in both money and emotional reward.
With a newborn on the way, Dale was hesitant. Dagmar was becoming increasingly nervous about Dale’s work but she could tell by the look in Dale’s eye he wanted in. She also noted the look in his eye as he spoke with Ivy. There was no denying Ivy was an attractive lady and even Dagmar stole a few looks at her now and then. However, she trusted Dale. He was a grown man and if there was a chance of something happening between him and Ivy she knew he’d tell her. The two of them were good like that.
She insisted that he go on the job. “Maybe,” she said, “if its as good of a pay-off as she says, it’ll be the last one you need to do for awhile?”
As the evening wore on, Dale and Ivy talked over the con. The three of them talked late into the night. Ivy ended up agreeing to sleep on the couch for the next several days in the computer room as logistics were worked out and Dale planned to travel in order to talk to a few key contacts.
As more things came into play and the pregnancy took its toll on her, Dagmar grew more and more stressed. She tried to hold it in. Unlike the first pregnancy, she was continually tired. She hated passing out and or getting sick. She hated it. The pregnancy made her feel weak and she was not looking forward to the pain. Her sleep was starting to be more irregular and her mind would race onto how quickly things could crumble if Dale were caught. He’s be sent away. Would Calder be taken from them? Their newborn? Would she end up in prison too? It was all getting too dangerous, too risky. Dale was about to move into the realm of federal offenses. It could be disastrous. And she had prompted him to do it! She wanted to change her mind but the gears were already moving. What would happen if it failed?
(At this point, out of nowhere, Dagmar popped a fear of giving birth at -5,000 points. What the?!?!?! She also popped the want of having Who-hoo with 3 other sims. Wow. Her wants and fears started to completely contradict each other and her happiness scale was sliding. Things were about to get very interesting…)
Later in the week, Dagmar woke up thoroughly exhausted. She’d slept for almost seven hours but it had not helped. Her dreams had been crazy, twisted. Dale had left to go upstate for more planning before dawn and she forced herself downstairs to make some sort of food. She settled on omelletes but even as she served the food she felt dizzy, out of place. For no reason whatsoever a wave of fear washed over her. On shaky legs, she sat down and tried her best to hide her emotions from Ivy and Kaylynn, whom had come over to clean. Ivy noticed something was going on with Dagmar but couldn’t figure out what.
Deep down, however, Dagmar knew and all she could repeat to herself was, “Not yet. Not yet. Not now. Not now. Its not safe. Please, not now.” She tried to distract herself by talking to the ladies about Dale’s artwork.
It didn’t work.