Well, there was no denying it any longer… The test had come back positive…
Lexie: “Umm. I’ve got something to tell you, and uh… Well, here goes nothing: I’m pregnant!”
Gael: “Oh, wow! That’s great! …It is, isn’t it?”
Lexie: “I… think so? Y-yeah? I’m keeping it.”
Lexie: “I mean, uh… This was unexpected, sure, and I’m not going to force you to do anything, I can do this on my own…”
Gael: “Of course I’m there for you! How ’bout we start with me moving in, and we take it from there..? What do you say?”
Lexie: “I say… welcome to the madhouse!”
Gael got a mini-move-in-makeover! (Try saying that three times fast)
Twin birthday time!
Ryland grew up with the “hates children” trait, nd Jenifer grew up outgoing.
‘Tis very tiring.
Baking twin cakes was perhaps a bit overkill, since the only people who eat real food in the house are Lexie, Gael, and to some extent the unborn nooboo. So, a cake each seems fair?
With a little one on the way, and a loving boyfriend by her side, things were good…
Perhaps some renovations were in order!
And by “some” – we mean massive renovations… A mansion fitting of the Ivey name, at last!
After hard work Gael earned a celebratory promotion, too.
At least some of the adults in the house try to contribute. Hmpf.
Lexie got yet another promotion, and new work clothes – actually half decent!
Instead of celebrating down at ghost night at the pub (pregnant ladies have better things to do!) the Iveys got themselves a butler!
Good thing someone’s there to man the house, because it wasn’t long before it was time to get to the hospital – and fast!
Varying degrees of excitement, I see…
Welcome baby boy Angelo!
Welcome home! Hopefully your life will be better than the last couple of generations… Yeah.
You know what you’ve signed up for, right, Mr Butler?
Aaron: “If you would so kindly stop crying, that would be great… Yeah.”
Always keeping a watchful eye on the littlest Ivey, butler Karim was a dutiful man. The Butler Academy had not prepared him for this, but he was nothing short of adaptable!
With that said, the life of luxury rolled on for the Iveys. Lexie was about to celebrate her adult birthday, and decided to throw a real fancy party for the occasion.
Gael: “You’re looking mighty stunning today!”
Lexie: “I know.”
Marc here has an… um… interesting take on the whole formal thing. Are you really part Ivey, kid? Coincidentally, I guess it would be his birthday too, but eh. All light on Lexie.
She’s awfully spry, this one!
Job well done, dear!
Okay, there are actually more birthdays afoot!
Little Angelo grew up as a charmer. (Angelic would be too much to hope for, eh?)
Lexie set straight out to prove that she was a better parents than her dad.
Lexie: “Say ‘simoleon’. Sim-o-leon! Come on, fruit of my loins, you can do it!”
Lexie: “Everybody having fun? This is a great and classy party, right?”
After reading Angelo to bed, Lexie found the rest of the family, who were off in Ryland’s room.
Gael: “There you are, birthday girl!”
Gael: “I’ve got something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
Lexie: “What are you..?”
Gael: “Lexie Ivey, will you marry me?”
Lexie: “Oh my stars..! Of course! Yes!”