Eliza tapped with furious intention, worrying Scarlett. She could hear the keyboard clacking and the annoyed huffs coming from her wife. They were awaiting the animal adoption agency’s arrival. Two gorgeous kittens would arrive to lay claim to their home. Scarlett feared they would change their mind and return the cat to the shelter. Eliza had developed an algorithm to track athletes. They and their coaches could use it to track development. It would log muscle and fat mass, water intake and diet. This design could go further in assisting the rehab of injured athletes. Eliza hoped it would ensure they were back on the pitch and at their full potential. Eliza developed the program to include other aspects, Speed, acceleration and distance. Sporting advancement boiled down to information extracted from video footage. In the future, Eliza wanted it to help scouts when looking for new players, regardless of sport. Many funding offers came from corporate backers with interests beyond Eliza’s intention. They looked to monopolise the algorithm, and its application had great potential. The contracts drawn up for her would limit the opportunities for her to find the best outlet for her work. These companies wanted to have first refusal on all future projects. Eliza knew some of her work might never see the light of day. The decision to keep the creative license of her work could be damaging to her future. Finding funding with smaller businesses brought the difficulties of competition.
Scarlett massaged her shoulders. The smell of baked bread lingered on their clothes. The voluntary work grew into a bake sale to raise money for a homeless shelter. Eliza came home to a weight-gaining display of cakes, biscuits, waffles and pizza. It offered a distraction to Eliza, who struggled with the distance from Milly. She wondered if her cousin felt ashamed of her new husband. His actions at Patrick’s wedding appalled them. The way Hunter stood, commanding everyone to celebrate the love he claimed to have for Milly. When asked if anyone objected, Eliza wanted to stand up and express concerns for the nuptials. Hunter scoffed in the silence, how everyone could see how in love they were. Milly kept her eyes on the ground, her body ridged. Patrick expressed his desire in that moment as one of disgust. He would object on the grounds it was his wedding but felt obliged to allow the proceedings.
Eliza swallowed the memory. Throwing herself into work and assisting with the bake sales filled the void. She missed her cousin, wishing they could turn back time before Hunter. Hindsight would not help Milly now. The last Eliza heard was a text, she guessed from Hunter. The newlyweds were celebrating the news of their pregnancy. Eliza wanted to hide her jealous pangs. She never thought a baby was what she wanted until Milly left. Instead, to fill the emptiness, Eliza reconsidered Scarlett’s proposal.
She stood, nuzzling Scarlett’s neck, wondering if they tasted as good as they smelled. Hand roamed and tugged the clothes, hoping there was time. Scarlett laughed, pushing Eliza back as the doorbell chimed. Cross-eyed, speckled Chandler tumbled from the crate. The man tripped it further forcing Teppei, an all-black kitten to follow his example. They shook off their ordeal and set about the adventure of their new home. The adoption coordinator waited, his impatience growing. Both pawed the bathroom door, where Dakota cried. Eliza attempted to distract them with catnip toys. Scarlett completed the paperwork, the ink still wet on the snatched documents. It did not matter. Eliza felt the hole inside heal as Chandler accepted her affection.
Scarlett: https://rethdis-love.tumblr.com/post/167555263006/rlmy-little-pet-download-two-packages-in
Eliza and Chandler: https://simming-for-fun.tumblr.com/post/167411427063/the-new-kitten-posepack
By the Grace of Sim Gods 