Traffic wasn't so light, to Erik’s chagrin. He stayed in the tub relaxing longer than he meant to, but then again he wasn't aware that Lavender soaks were good to help a Sim sleep. He drifted off and only came awake after his head went under. Grabbing a towel, he raced to dry off, dress and try to squeeze some of the water from his hair. He must smell really nice, too.
Taking the steps two at a time, he found Kaitlyn out in the foyer, his coat wrapped over her arm. “Here, it’s cold out there … what have you done to your hair?”
Unconsciously, Erik reached to smooth it, but it was no use. There was something in the soaks he used that made it almost stiff. Had he realized it was going to dry that way, he would have shampooed it quickly.
“No need to be nervous. I promise they won’t bite. They may give you the third degree, but they won’t bite.”
Erik nodded, mutely. “Um-hum. Good. I like family, family is good.”
Kaitlyn brought the car to a halt in the driveway of a really cute, Victorian styled two-story house. “This is it,” she said. Erik got out of the passenger side and walked around to open Kaitlyn’s door for her. He could almost feel the eyes of her parents and brother on him viewing the couple from the front windows as they were. The moment he looked up he could see movement, Sims stepping back into the interior of the livingroom. He smiled to himself. They may be Kaitlyn’s family, but they were just Sims, after all. As curious about him, no doubt, as he was of them.
“We’re here,” Kaitlyn called out as she pushed open the front door. “Sorry, we’re late. You should see the traffic out there!”
“Ah, this must be your young fellow,” Chandler Nye said, reaching forward with his hand ready to shake Erik’s. “You look kinda familiar. Don’t know where I've seen you from.”
“Probably the restaurant, Chan,” Roxanne Nye said. They used to own a restaurant, both of them being chefs. But, they were now retired.
“Mom, Dad, this is Erik Cantrell, the Sim I've been dating all of this time,” she cast Erik a sly smile and continued, “The Sim I’m going to marry,” she held out her left hand so they could take a look at the 2-carat Amethyst.
“Hey, how come it’s not a diamond,” Russell Nye chided. “Too cheap?”
“Russell” Roxanne scolded. “Mind your manners. It’s a beautiful ring.”
Erik took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Kaitie’s favorite gemstone is the Amethyst. I thought it might be nice to be a bit different. Everysim gets diamonds. And, in my experience diamonds aren't so lucky.”
Chandler suddenly clapped his hands together. “Now I know where I seen ya. You’re that local Rock Star. When Kaitlyn told us she was dating a musician, I thought you was one of those rough and tumble sorts who wore ragged jeans, lots of heavy chains, earrings, tattoos. Up all night partying, juicing it up and destroying your hotel room. But, I can see you’re not one of those at all. You’re finely dressed, clean-shaven, and no earrings.” Chandler leaned closer to Erik, “Got any tattoos anywhere?”
“No, Sir. And I bathe regularly.”
“And he smells good, too.”
“Dad, Erik is very successful. He plays concerts all over to packed houses. His fans adore him. Some of them go nuts.”
“Erik? Your name is Erik?” Roxanne got a curious look on her face as the information sunk in. “You’re Erik Cantrell.” Then she let out quite a squeal, running her hands through her hair, dancing on her feet. Erik had seen it all before. Apparently, his would-be mother-in-law was a fan. Or just the fact that he was famous sent her into a total tailspin.
“Oh-ho-ho-ho, oh, my! Oh, my! A Global Superstar in my very own living room! Wait until my Bridge Club hears this. Oh, and you’re so good looking, too. So very hot …” Then the Elder made a growling noise as she curled her fingers, raking the air at him. “Rahr,” she growled again. And then she was twisting and swinging her hips from side-to-side, outright flirting with him.
Erik was blushing. He glanced at Kaitlyn who gave him an odd expression. Chandler gave him the evil eye and Russell was busying boring a hole into Erik’s brain. Kaitlyn jumped up from her seat on the couch.
“Mother, what are you doing? I just told you he’s the Sim I’m going to marry. Stop it, stop it right now. I don’t care how famous he is, he’s not up for grabs! And neither are you.”
Erik smiled mildly at Roxanne, moved a shoulder ever so slightly toward her, and next thing he knew, Roxanne was face down at his feet. Worked like a charm. He was often causing his fans to swoon. He just didn't understand what it was about his smile or a movement of his shoulder that caused them to lose consciousness, but it did. A lot. At least the woman was no longer making a fool of herself, acting like an unrestrained teenager. He hoped she was uninjured by the fall.
He reached down and called out, placing a dubious hand on her shoulder. “Mrs. Nye, Mrs. Nye. Are you all right? Mrs. Nye?”
“Here, son, let me. Russell, grab your mother’s feet and help me carry her into the bedroom. I think it’s best she lay down for a bit. Too much excitement, I’m afraid.”
“Is she going to be all right?” Erik said, gazing at Kaitlyn.
“We’ll talk once we get home.”
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