Nathan and Heather have just been busy with their careers, and with a lot of boning. Seriously, they have a LOT of sex. A lot. I generally don't bother to have my sims Woohoo unless they get the desire to. Well let me tell you, that little crazy-faced purple heart shows up with almost alarming frequency.
Nathan maxed out his Athletic skill and Heather has made a ton of friends and maxed out her Charisma. Heather became the mayor! And she got to wear this SWEET MAYORLY SASH:
It's got stars on it and everything!
Now Heather is actually the Vice President. Of what, they don't say, but I'm assuming it's the country. The United States of Simerica? She'll probably be President someday. As part of raising campaign funds and making contacts, she threw all sorts of political shindigs. Those were pretty fun. Nathan even performed guitar at one of them.
At one point, they were robbed. Robbed! Do you believe it? When Nathan himself has a fair ranking in the criminal career. You'd think they wouldn't victimize their own. No honor among thieves, I guess.
That's the bugger what did it. And Magical Mr. Gnome stood by and did nothing.
Nathan also made great strides in his career. He eventually became a supervillain and then the Emperor of Evil, which basically means he was in charge of all crime everywhere ever. But first they ran him through the gauntlet of silly and demeaning outfits. If you want your sim to go far in the Criminal career, you'd better be comfortable seeing him in clothes that at first look like something you'd see on a homosexual man in a club, and eventually look like Star Trek convention nerdwear.
As the Emperor of Evil, Nathan occasionally glows red with what I can only assume is an evil aura. His evil is so concentrated that it occasionally escapes in the form of evil vapor.
Nathan was arrested countless times on his way to the top, but he made it. And with all the money he earned from criminal activity, and all the money Heather earned from political stuff, they saved up enough money to buy a darn nice house out in the country. And it's a good thing too, because Heather got pregnant.
DID I JUST DROP A BOMBSHELL ALL UP IN HERE
./`./` When a maaaaaan loves a wooooooman ./`./`
Yeah, so, Heather got pragnet, and a tiny trailer is no place to have a kid. Plus, it's preeeeetty awkward when you still live across the street from your ex-husband. Or across from the very muscular guy that you stole your current wife away from. It was just awkward for both of them. So they moved.
Nathan set to work improving their new home, fixing up plumbing, painting over hideous wall colors, that sort of thing. Heather set to work being really pregnant and doing things like reading in bed all day, taking naps, and going to the spa on a regular basis.
Soon after, they started experiencing marital problems. Every now and then, they would pass each other and Heather would scowl at Nathan and go "BOOOOOOOO!"
Their relationship level was deteriorating rapidly. And Nathan actually got the desire to break up with Heather. Unthinkable! I eventually realized that it was because Nathan was, you know, the Emperor of Evil. It's not exactly good for an aspiring politician to be wedded to the Emperor of Evil. In fact, in the description of the Emperor of Evil, it basically states that the Emperor of Evil is the arch-enemy of the Leader of the Free World, which is the top of the Political career if I remember correctly. Nathan and Heather had pretty much become mortal enemies.
That issue got put on hold, however, because Heather popped out that kid faster than a jackrabbit on speed.
Because labor pictures are always fun.
And then she popped out ANOTHER kid. That's right, twins. Two boys. They were named Alistair and Sam.
When they brought the boys home, there was a creepy-as-hell welcoming committee waiting for them.
Now there are TWO Magical Mr. Gnomes, and I have no idea where the second one came from. Are they multiplying? Will there someday be three, and then seven, and then nineteen of them, and they murder Nathan's family while they sleep? Dear god.