Chapter One

Some characters actually don't exist in The Sims 3's Sunset Valley. I made them up so the story could be more fun and complex. This is also because I don't remember ALL of The Sims 3 characters. Sorry. I hope you enjoy it! Rate and review, okay? Oh, and sorry if there's some inaccuracy, like the age of the characters or such.

"Mom? Are you there?" A boy's voice was heard. The boy, little Malcolm, looked around his dining room. He shook his head. He shouldn't have thought that his mother was here and was making breakfast. His mother, Nancy, had gone to her office early, as always. It was always Phyllis, the family's maid, who made breakfast.

"Mrs. Landgraab is not here, honey. Pancakes?" she offered him. He nodded. Some steps were heard from the stairs. Malcolm was sure that it must be his father, Geoffrey.

Malcolm had heard so much about his own family from everyone. They said that their marriage was not fully based on love, but because Nancy was the only child and the Langraabs had to continue the family business. That Geoffrey was offered money to marry her and change his last name to her last name. Malcolm knew his parents were not the best couple in Sunset Valley, but the Goths weren't too. He also knew that his friend, Mortimer, was born to this weird and awkward family. He knew that Mortimer's father, Gunther, suffered a great loss after his first wife, the young Lolita, died when she was trying to repair the television. Maybe because of their awkward families, they became good friends.

"Smells good, Phyllis," Geoffrey said. He sat and he ate the pancake. Malcolm ate them, silently. His father spotted that he was acting weirdly. "What is it, son? Something wrong?" he asked. Malcolm shook his head. "Nothing, Dad. It's just… well, Mom's not around again," he murmured. Geoffrey took a deep breath. He knew it was going to be like this one day.

"She's… busy with her job, my boy. I mean, well, she has a company to run. Unlike me. I'm a doctor. I am, too, busy," he tried to give a reason. Malcolm nodded. He finished his breakfast as soon as possible. It would be better for him to go to school earlier rather than hearing his father couldn't explain about his mother. "That's the school bus! I'm going, Dad. Bye, Dad. Bye, Phyllis!" he said, as he took his schoolbag and ran to the bus.

Geoffrey put his spoon and fork down. He rubbed his forehead. He was just 38 years old, but he felt as if he was 50 and he was facing a very great crisis in his life. Phyllis came and rubbed his back. "Sir, you have a wonderful child. It is not your fault if he rarely meets his mother. Mrs. Landgraab is supposed to know that she has a lovely son. She just doesn't see him," she calmed him down. "I… I don't know, Phyllis. Oh, God, you're so young. You don't understand how rude life can be when it comes to money and social status. Nancy was born and was raised in this kind of community. She was raised to be the super rich lady with fame and money. She sees our marriage as another part of her social life. She sees our Malcolm as a glue to keep our marriage alive. The truth is, she doesn't even care to look at his homework," he muttered.

Nancy was smiling to all of her clients. "So, is it a deal?" she said as she offered the man to shake her hand. He smiled. "Yes, Mrs. Landgraab."

She was very happy today. Everything was great. The clients accepted the offers, her company's products' selling reached the top, and the weather was lovely. She couldn't be happier. "Mrs. Landgraab. I heard your success," Gunther said as she walked out of the meeting room.

"Gunther. I was powerful. I took control. They couldn't talk," she boasted. "Why don't we, uh, have lunch together? Little Corsican Bistro, okay?" he asked. She smiled again. "My pleasure," she agreed.

As she walked to her office in the building, she wondered why her husband couldn't be as charming as Gunther. Gunther was, in every way she could think of, a man of high class and society just like her. Their ancestors founded the Sunset Valley, and they both were raised in good community, unlike Geoffrey, who was an orphaned scholarship student. Geoffrey was good, but he was just a plain, ordinary man. A man with no special abilities to attract her. If only Gunther hadn't married Lolita right after the girl graduated from high school, she would've asked her parents to marry her off to him. She had always had a secret crush on him. It was no problem that they both already had their own spouse. For Nancy Amelia Landgraab, it was not a crime.

"Dr. Jolina is taking care of that 15-year-old boy. The residents and Dr. Stewart will handle other two patients. One is with leukemia and one has just broken his arm." Geoffrey said to the nurse. He was the doctor in charge of the Emergency room.

A pregnant woman suddenly came into the Emergency room as she was lying on the bed with wheels. "Dr. Landgraab! She's going to give birth early," a nurse said as the woman started to cry for help. "I'll take this one," Geoffrey said as he pushed the bed with the woman to the delivery room. The woman's husband came as well.

"What's her name?" Geoffrey asked as he put on his surgical gloves. "Janie Ashmore. I'm Roy Ashmore, her husband," he said.

"Okay, Janie. I'm Geoffrey, now do you feel like you could push?" he asked. "Mm-hmm," Janie moaned. "Now, take a deep breath. Breathe, Janie. Now, push!"

The baby was delivered in an hour. It was a baby girl.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Ashmore. You have a perfect baby girl," he said as he handed the baby to Janie. Janie cried as she touched her newborn daughter's head. "She's beautiful, isn't she, Roy?" she said. "Yes. She's the most gorgeous baby in the world," Roy replied. He turned to Geoffrey and held his hands. "Thank you, Doctor, for delivering our little girl," he thanked Geoffrey with the entire world in his eyes. "Yes, Doc, we both thank you," she added. Geoffrey smiled. "It is my duty to help everyone in Sunset Valley," he said.

This is why he chose to be a doctor. He wanted to save people and make their worries to go away. If he couldn't save his own life or his marriage, he must be able to save others' lives.