Wedding day in the Goodmoney Patriarchy. Danny is no longer a bachelor Alpha-male.

"This ring means you're in, lovely."

I warned you not to make the mistakes I made, you went ahead regardless and look where it’s got you.

A blissfully happy married man?

Yup. Turns out I was wrong. Oh well. You were braver than I was. And I tackled fires in a suit and tie.

Generation Seven…married. Making me feel old.

Dad, you’re dead, I’m dead…your great-grandchildren are dead. Surely you have the right to feel a little old?

Suppose.

Sherrie Goodmoney joins the family. The wedding was a hit in the party room. Nathan’s still sprightly, and dancing away!

"Err, Sherrie, my love, you're a little bit...off...the dance floor?"

…And Danny took his new wife over to the…err…bubble drinking machine?

"Yum, bubbles!" "Make mine Evil flavoured." "...You just had to say that, didn't you, Sherrie?" "Yup."

It was a nice atmosphere.

I remember back when we had celebrations in the early Gens. 

Oh dear, not a ‘good old days’ speech?

Actually, no. I was going to say how much worse it all was. 

Ha, so Adam’s not a boring old fart after all!

Thanks Oli…wait…HEY!

*Sigh* Let’s continue. Sherrie Goodmoney joins the family!

"Woo! I'm an oxymoron! An evil Goodmoney!"

Evil but Friendly, she’s gone for rather a striking look of green and black stripes with the compulsory purple. Her lifetime wish is to become the Empress of Evil. If that’s what she wants, I’ll guide her to it.

Can you do that a little later, though, WishLine…?

Mmm…why?

Well, the Alpha-male and his bride are a little busy right now…

"I'm going to do something deliciously evil to your-" "Sherrie!!!"

Please leave a message after the beep.

W-

Beeeep.

Well, that’s what the Honeymoon suite is for. Weddings day are beautiful. Then there are Wedding nights…

Yes, and you’re blogging publicly about them to tonnes of readers.

Heh. yes. Tonnes *shifty eyes*. It didn’t take too long for Sherrie to get herself sorted out in terms of her career.

"Nice office...sort of...."

Now a lowly Decoy in the Criminal Career, she has her foot in the door. However this foot has to be a a muscular one, so it was off to the running machine!

"Ouch - I need to have a better rhythm if I'm going to progress from standing around distracting people from the real crime...""

Wouldn’t be awkward if she got more muscular than you, Danny?

Possibly. I’ll have to look into that. Though she’s only doing cardio right now, so I’ll be okay, I hope.

Besides, you want her to do well right? Because she is – promotion in a day!

"Yay! I can be more evil now!"

That’s just as well. Somebody needs to do well on their job. This is Danny, going into camouflage-stakeout mode…

"They'll never find me here..."

I think he’s got some learning to do.

It doesn’t help when you are hovering over me. It’s hard to do anything sneakily like that!

Perhaps – it hasn’t hurt though. He’s about a third to halfway to his lifetime wish already. Good going! There are other reasons why promotions have to be quick for our Sherrie, too. In baby Sim form…

"Yay! Baby!"

Yes – Generation 8 is soon to arrive. While Sherrie is on maternity leave, she’ll be practising her Charisma. To work on those office relationship points which are so important.

"I may be a little bad, but I can be sweet and charming too, right?"

Never a wasted moment. Danny is still doing well at his job, but his celebrity status automatically means he’s followed all over the place. For example, when he wants to quietly sneak out and rifle through some papers for a client.

"Go away! I'm meant to be undercover" ...And...?" *snaps photo*

Undercover Detective…not the best choice of career for the famous.

Well, reporters have to get some news from somewhere. Sunset Valley is quite boring otherwise. It’s for the benefit of the public.

Thus speaks a true journalist, Toby. It’s no use to anybody if I can’t do my job properly!

Even so, Dan got away with it. And returned home in good time, to look after his pregnant wife.

"Ahh, thanks, Danny. Just get my Evil muscle for me" "Where's that?" "Oh, right there. That's perfect...."

Aren’t they sweet.

Yes they are. Opposites attracting. I can be so proud, I seem to have spawned a legacy of loving husbands. A legacy of love. Heh.

Which makes me the odd one out. 

Don’t worry, Nathan. You were loving to Melissa, it’s just she was too warped and twisted to know or care.

Hmm, I’m not sure she didn’t ‘not know’. She most have liked you a bit, because otherwise she would have married you and then…

…Ouch. Oh yeah.

Heh heh, always a silver lining. Of course, pregnancy seemed to just fly by for the couple and it wasn’t long until the time came.

"Ouch...this hurts....this really hurts. DANNYYYYY!"

One massive rush to the hospital and…

"Wow! A baby girl Goodmoney. This hasn't happened in a while."

They rode back carrying their baby girl Tina, a good Virtuoso with a serious music career ahead, no doubt. Nat’s now a grandfather, too!

"Hello Tina. Welcome to the absolute lap of luxury!"

Enjoy it while you can, son, you’re going to die soon.

Thanks, Dad. 

Ah, Oli. Always the diplomat. Danny’s a father now. Bacon-bringer to the young family. Even though there’s more ‘bacon’ already than anybody can ever dream of actually using.

"Hello Tina. You're going to need feeding in 2.4 hours, you want me to cuddle you and you're about to need a diaper change."

How do you know all that just by holding her?

Easy. Perceptive trait. And the smell.

Fair enough. Obviously unperturbed, Danny saw to it that another baby might be coming!

"Danny?" "Mmff...wha-?" "We've got another!" Mmm..." *zzzzz*

Just as well – we need that next male Goodmoney! Nathan is still enjoying his retirement, by the way. He’s really into the piano thing.

"Tip me 'cause you love me! I look good in bed clothes!"

When you’re an elder, you should be able to do what you want, right? So we can’t judge him.

Running around town in a dressing gown? You’re brave.

Yes. Yes I am. 

It was surprising just how quickly Sherries pregnancy went – labour -

"Again? Already? *Sigh* Fiiiine...."

Was followed by a smooth home birth.

"Hello Generation Eight! Your head is off-camera..."

"Much better! Hello little one!"

Meet Atticus L Goodmoney. The Easily Impressed and Good little boy who’s now single-handedly supporting the future hopes of the Goodmoney Patriarchy.

I’ll take some of the weight off him soon. I’ll talk Sherrie into another one. But sooo…many…nappies….argh!

Now’s not the time to be neurotic, Danny. Now’s the time to be a busy career-dad. Get going! Don’t you have some stakeout to be doing?

"Shh! You didn't see me..."

Yup, with your usual style and aptitude for it. I may joke, but he is past level five in the career by now! Well done him! Back at home, Tina became a toddler. Now she can start honing her musical skills.

"Yay...nice rug..."

While Sherrie spends her post-natal maternity leave being sculpted.

"Go for it, Nathan. And make me look devious!" "If you insist, Sherie."

Sculpture done, and soon Nathan went off to play some more piano.

"I'm playing the piano for you while you eat!" "How nice!" "Yes it is. Now pay me, cretin."

And so this is where we finish. Babies from generation eight and the Goodmoney house fills up from just two people to five. And quite possibly counting.

"Babies...so....many...babies..."

Such a promising future ahead. Keep checking back!

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