Must-Have Mods for Sims 4 City Living

Some of the best mods for the City Living expansion pack. With things like custom elevators, gaming enhancements and improvements, along with fixes for all kinds of annoyances, there’s something in here for all players!

City Living, by far, is one of my most favorite packs–easily top five for sure–but just like many other Sims 4 packs, it could use a few tweaks here and there to make the gameplay experience more enjoyable. If you share the same sentiment, keep reading for some of the most interesting mods for the Sims 4 City Living.

Beginners: If you’re new to installing custom content, check out this step-by-step guide.

While researching the mods for this post, I checked to make sure they were still working and being maintained by the creator, but the status could change at any time. Before downloading any mods, be sure to read the full download post and follow all directions specified by the creator. Mods tend to “break” after patches, so always check the creator’s website for updates.


General Gameplay Improvements
Gaming Enhancements
Autonomy and Other Annoyances
Food, Grocery and Market Stalls
Bug Fixes
Festivals and Sales Tables
Elevators (Mods and Custom Elevators)
Visual and Audio Effects
Neighborhood Changes

** Links are embedded in the mod’s title **

General Gameplay Improvements

Carryable Performance Stage plus Sing Songs! by littlemssam

Overrides the performance stage so that sims can place them in their inventory and perform wherever they want.

Visible Political Position Trait by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “visiblepoliticalpositiontrait”

Makes sims’ political position a visible trait in the Simology Panel.

More Followers Resolution for Everyone by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “morefollowersresolutionforeveryone”

Unlocks the “more followers” New Year’s Resolution for sims who are not in the social media career.

Wooden Instruments Disabled by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “woodeninstrumentsdisabled”

Disables the wooden guitar and violin from being used autonomously by sims at the performance stage.

Call and Visit Tweak by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “callandvisittweak”

Offers a higher chance for sims to get invited to opera and karaoke events. Whether or not your sim is invited to city festivals will now be determined by your sim’s mood and preference.

Barfly Karaoke by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “barflykaraoke”

Sims will autonomously sing karaoke at regular bars (if a karaoke machine is present) and their behavior will be more appropriate for the venue.

Gaming Enhancements

Longer Basketball Games by littlemssam

Adds new options to the basketball hoop pie menu for 6 and 9 round basketball and dunk competitions. The original is 3 rounds.

Online Gaming with “Headsets” by littlemssam

Applies a headset to sims playing games online.

Livestream For Everyone Videoconsole by littlemssam

Unlocks the “live stream” interaction on the gaming console for everyone.

Shorter Console Games by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “shorterconsolegames”

Shortens the duration of the online gaming sessions on the console, making it possible for sims to squeeze in a quick game before work or school.

Console Yourself by RVSN

A smaller gaming mat for sims living in not-so-large spaces.

Autonomy and Other Annoyances

No Bubble Blower or Talking Toilet Reactions! by simmytime

Prevents sims from autonomously reacting to bubble blowers and talking toilets.

Less Bubble Blower Coughing by lazarusinashes

Reduces the chance of failure when using the bubble blower.

Watch Speech Tweak by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “watchspeechtweak”

Increases the probability of sims autonomously listening to a speech given at the podium in Uptown.

Food, Grocery and Market Stalls

No Yelling Vendors by lotharihoe

Removes the “show off” interaction from market stalls, cafeteria stations, and craft sales table vendors.

Cook Experimental/Cultural/Jungle Food Without Tasting It First by claudiasharon

Reading these books will allow sims to prepare experimental, cultural, and jungle recipes without having to taste them first.

Cookbooks by littlemssam

Just like the mod above, allows sims to prepare experimental, cultural, and jungle recipes without having to taste them first.

City Living Food Retexture by UtopiaSims

Re-textures all City Living recipes making them visually appealing.

Spice Market – Chili, Curry, Saffron & Wasabi buyable by littlemssam

Makes the City Living spices: chili, curry, saffron, and wasabi purchasable on the PC.

For more food related mods, check out:

Better Quality Food MarketStalls by littlemssam

Food purchased at the market stalls will now be excellent quality.

Market Stalls | Toddler Can Order & More Food Options by littlemssam

Allows toddlers to purchase food from market stalls. Super useful for taking the family out to enjoy San Myshuno’s festivals.

Need family activity inspo for your gameplay families? Check out:

More Grocery Shopping by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “moregroceryshopping”

Adds vegetables, herbs, and other produce that should’ve been included in the produce stalls in San Myshuno.

City Life Ice Snacker by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “citylifeicesnacker”

Randomly generates townies eating ice cream in San Myshuno. Useful if you like having a little variety in the sims walking around town.

Less NPC Market Stall Orders by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “lessNPCmarketstallorders”

NPCs will order food from market stalls less often, leaving room for your sims to place their order and receive their food in a timely fashion.

Bug Fixes

Landlord Text Fix by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “landlordtextfix”

The landlord will no longer tell sims not to call him when he wasn’t needed, during visits where he was actually needed.

Karaoke Duet Filter Fix by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “karaokeduetfilterfix”

Fixes the bug that causes sims to be missing from the karaoke sim picker.

Festivals and Sales Tables

Sell More Self-Made Woodwork at the Flea Market by littlemssam

Allows more woodwork to be sold at the flea market. Items include: garden plant box, garden pot, toilet, bathtub, etc…

Flea Market Appears Every Sunday by littlemssam

Allows the Flea Market to spawn every Sunday. Comes in handy for starving artists and other sims who could benefit from a few extra sales a week.

For gameplay ideas, a few incorporating the Flea Market:

Craft Sale Table Fix by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “craftsalestablefix” or “craftsalestablefix_version2”

Fixes the bug that prevents sold items from disappearing from the sales table.

Thirst Tweak_Festival Tea by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “thirsttweak_festivaltea”

When sims drink Sakura tea at the Romance Festival, they’ll receive an energy boost that should help them stay awake and at the festival longer.

Stop Those Annoying Festival Notifications! by claudiasharon

Disables the notifications for City Living and Snowy Escape festivals.

No Festival Notification by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “nofestivalnotifications”

Just like the mod above, disables the festival notifications for both City Living and Snowy Escape.

No Festival Notification Sound by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “NoFestivalNotificationSound”

Removes the sound from the festivals notifications for both City Living and Snowy Escape.

No Rain During Festivals by lotharihoe

Prevents rainy weather from ruining festivals.

Market Science Retail Stands by RVSN

Custom market stalls and displays that allow sims to sell everything!

Elevators (Mods and Custom Elevators)

Elevator Fix for Toddler & Pets by littlemssam

Allows toddlers and pets to properly use elevators in apartments.

Tiny Elevators For Pets by littlemssam

Custom elevators perfectly sized for pets.

WEE Working Elevators Everywhere by littlemssam

Custom elevators that can be placed anywhere!

Uplifting Elevators by RVSN

Another custom elevator that can be placed on any lot. Including homes!

Visual and Audio Effects

Keyboard Piano Sounds by littlemssam

Changes the keyboard sounds to match the piano’s.

Lot Trait Effects Hider by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “lottraiteffectshider” or “lottraiteffectshiderv2”

Disables lot trait effects, ie: the little light bulbs and plus signs that float over sims’ heads when benefiting from lot traits.

No Karaoke Effects by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “nokaraokeeffects”

Disables the visual effects cased by singing karaoke.

No Festival Call To Action by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “nofestival_calltoaction”

Removes the orange highlights around computers, curry, and tea fountains at festivals.

No Festival Tea Glow by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “nofestivalteaglow”

Disables the glow sims emit after drinking tea from festivals.

No Mural Decay by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “nomuraldecay”

Prevents street murals from decaying.


Less Random Hats and Accessories by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “lessrandomhatsandaccessories”

Tones down some of the… interesting outfits that sims tend to spawn in. This mod technically isn’t related the City Living, but it takes care of City Living’s accessories too, so I thought it was worth mentioning.

Situations Outfits Be Gone by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “situationoutfitsbegone”

Tones down the outfits sims tend to spawn for City Living festivals.

Wear Costume Tweak by bienchen

Scroll down to or search for “wearcostumetweak”

Enables a user-directed interaction for sims to wear costumes when attending the Geek Con and Romance festivals, Spooky and Costume parties, as well as bar nights and acting gigs

Neighborhood Changes

Sim Spawn Overhaul by lotharihoe

Completely overhaul’s the walkby system. If seeing Nancy Langraab hanging out in San Myshuno, Willow Creek, and Sulani every. single. day is too much for you, give this mod a try.

BG-Walkby Overhaul by zero

Just like the mod above, completely overhaul’s the walkby system and attempts to keep sims in their home neighborhood.

Keep Sims in their Home Region by kuttoe

Same as the other mods above.

And that’s all for now. I hope you find these mods useful!


For more pack related mods check out the links below:

Must-Have Mods for Sims 4 Parenthood
Must-Have Mods for Sims 4 Seasons
Must-Have Mods for Sims 4 Cottage Living

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Episode 7: Boundaries and Stuff – Part 1

Salim attempts to change his friendship status with Camilla.


An opening in her weekend schedule was about as rare as a news site devoid of clickbait titles. She was booked, weeks in advance, for things she couldn’t get out of, but swore she would if she could. Weekend after weekend, one rejection after another, I persisted, in case she found the time, but her answer and the apologies that followed remained the same, until today.

We were on the phone, talking about the movie she saw with her friends last night, when an ad for this breakfast fusion place interrupted the video I was watching. It followed an enthusiastic waiter who was delivering an order to an equally enthusiastic family. The camera zoomed in as the youngest kid dived into his meal—a plate of red velvet pancakes smothered in hot fudge with a side of cheesecake ice-cream—according to the subtitles at the bottom of the screen.

My initial thought was one of disgust followed by concern for the kid’s teeth. My next, was motivated by my short-lived career in marketing, and had me curious about the restaurant’s target demographic.

As a joke, I said, “Can you believe there’s a place selling pancakes and ice cream together?” I laughed. “I wanna see the faces of these first graders they’re catering to when the bill comes.”

But then when she said, “Oooh! For real?” With just as much enthusiasm as the kid in the commercial, a memory of the time she ordered chocolate milk to wash down her ranch dressing drenched, barbeque chicken pizza, reminded me that her palate was right on par with those aforementioned first graders’.

“I could go for some ice-cream right now,” she added. “Pancakes too.”

Was that a hint to ask her out again? I pondered the details of her current situation. She was home, in bed, and since she called instead of texting, I could assume, alone and available too. This rare moment of down-time in her life could be my chance to finally get some time with her—off the phone and away from work—so I could tell her what I’ve been thinking… feeling…

“Yeah…” I decided to take my chances. “You wanna go get some?”

“Right now?” she asked.

I laughed. “It’s breakfast time, right?”

“Uh, right,” she said, through sounds of shuffling and other quiet movements. “Pick me up in 30 minutes?”

An hour later, we were seated on the restaurant’s patio with half-a-table full of food that should never be eaten together. My little section was safe, consisting of eggs benedict and a side of hashbrowns; but hers was another story. There were waffles with ice cream, fudge, bananas, and whipped cream; and for her drink, a kiwi banana smoothie.

She twirled a forkful of ice-cream dipped waffles in my face. “It’s sooooooo good, Salim.” She taunted. “One bite. You’ll like it. I promise.”

“Hell no!” I laughed, directing her hand back across the table. “You couldn’t pay me to eat that.”

She popped the tainted waffle piece into her mouth. “That’s because you don’t know good food.”

“I’m concerned you actually believe that.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “Eat your boring ass eggs.”

I was prepared to dispute that good food comment, but she got a text that wiped the smugness off her face before I could.

“Ugh!” She slammed her phone facedown onto the table. “Can I change the locks and pretend like I don’t know her when she tries to open the door?”

This mood-ruining message must’ve been from her roommate.

I took a bite of my boring ass eggs. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“What’s illegal,” she said, “is being so annoying all the damn time.”

This issue with her and Pandora was way simpler than she wanted to believe and had an easy solution that she didn’t want to hear.

“So, I take it you haven’t talked to her about it yet?”

She sighed. Her eyes diverting away from me and off into the distance. “No, ‘cause she’s gonna get all weird and sad,” she said, “and I don’t feel like all that.”

She’d rather it be her who feels weird and sad than deal with the temporary discomfort of her roommate’s feelings. It’s like for her, confrontation was punishment for making someone unhappy; and the threat of that was enough to make her do crazy things. This fear has to come from somewhere. Maybe her childhood? Growing up as an only kid or something.

I stuck with that thought. “Man, I can tell you didn’t grow up with siblings.”

She brought her attention back to me, a frown on her face. “Um, aren’t you an only child too?”

“Yeah, but I had cousins who were more like siblings,” I explained. “So I still had to do the arguing, sharing, telling them not to touch my stuff. You know, all the things you don’t wanna do.”

“Wait.” She raised an eyebrow. “How come you’ve never mentioned these cousin-siblings before? We’ve talked about literally everything. I mean, you’ve told me things from middle school summer camp— I even know the story behind your one and only attempt at playing the clarinet, but these sorta-kinda-siblings never come up?” Her suspicious expression grew serious. “I need some answers.”

I drew in a deep breath, and as she stared me down like I was hiding something huge, contemplated how to condense a story that was way more complicated than it should be.

“Alright…” I clasped my hands together, my throat a little dry all of a sudden. Things with my mom’s side of the family aren’t… great. There’s a lot of tension, resentment for things I don’t really understand, but still find myself caught in the middle of anyway. “Remember how I told you my mom went through some things after my dad died?”

She nodded, lowering her voice. “Depression and stuff, right?”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “So, we moved in with her sister— my aunt and her two kids for a while.”

Okay?” She leaned into the table, her face rested on the back of her hands, like she thought there was some deep-dark secret on the way.

“And that’s it.” I shrugged, as if my relationship with my cousins—one more than the other—wasn’t a direct source of contention in my life. “We grew up. Went our separate ways. Did our own things.”

She rested in her chair. “So, y’all don’t talk, ever?”

“When we need to.”

Her eyes narrowed, reverting to that stare she gave me a few minutes ago. “I feel like you’re being intentionally cryptic.”

“And I feel like you should just talk to your roommate.”

Perfect deflection.

“You know what?” She rose from her seat. “I’m going to the bathroom.” And pushed my head as she walked past me. “I hope you have some better advice by the time I get back.”

I looked over my shoulder and watched as she entered the restaurant. She looked back at me and smiled, before disappearing into the dining room. This advice she claimed she wanted would stay the same no matter how often she asks, but I hoped to change other things like… our friendship status. There was chemistry between us that was present from the day we met. And not to sound like the love interest in a bad romance novel, but the smile she gave me when I found her employee badge told me she was worth getting to know.

She was quiet and let me lead our conversations, but witty and entertaining with her responses. She was cagey about the things she shared at first, but I know now that it’s just baggage from her old life. She wasn’t ready to date again—at least that’s what I got from her stories about her last relationship—so we became friends until the right time came around. Like today. I think today’s the right time.

I knew exactly what to say and was ready to put it all out there, but when she slid back into her seat, the cocky little smile she left with was gone, and the sides of her shirt were balled up tightly in her fists. Which only meant one thing.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

Her telltale sign. Arms folded so tight, I questioned whether or not she could breathe. It was the first thing I noticed about her, too. Even with a hand full of mail, way across the room, her nervous energy landed right on my desk.

She slumped into her seat. Her breathing much more shallow than before. “My parents’ll be here tomorrow.”

That explains the mini-freak out she’s having.

My relationship with my cousin was bad, but it was nothing compared to hers with her mom. And even with their history, this visit wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but to her, there wasn’t much that could top it.

I rubbed her elbow under the table to remind her of that fact. A trick I learned when I was younger with my mom. “It’s not that bad, Camilla.”

She loosened her grip and pushed her plate away; a little pout on her face. “Says the person who hasn’t had the misfortune of meeting Bridgette.”

She was upset and knowing her, likely to stay this way for the rest of the day.

Maybe today isn’t the day after all.

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Episode 5: Phones & Stuff

Jesminder makes sure Salim’s on top of this proposal stuff; Later he finds himself in trouble with Camilla … again.

Downtown Shopping District | San Myshuno

There was something about deadlines that made the time fly by at unnatural speeds. Making the hours feel like minutes and the minutes feel like seconds and the seconds — pretty much nonexistent. It was this accelerated version of time that had Salim checking the clock over and over and singlehandedly fueled his anxiety about this proposal that was only four short days away.

He leaned against the wall outside the restrooms, as he waited for Cassandra, one third of his party planning committee, to finish up another one of her bathroom breaks. By his calculations, if they walked just a little faster and spent a little less time at each stop, they could get everything they planned done without sacrificing any future bathroom breaks all while leaving enough time for him to pick the girls up from his mom’s house and make it back home before Camilla even clocked out.

On the other side of him, Jesminder — who was just as anxious as he was — scrolled through her phone, rereading the contents of the checklist she put together in preparation of the pop quiz she was about to give him — to make sure he was really on top of the tasks she’d given him.

“The stuff at her job’s taken care of, right?” she continued scrolling, queuing up the next question on her list.

“Yeah, I spoke to her boss already,” he replied confidently, “We’re all set for the party space. She even has the other girls talking to her about dresses and stuff.”

“And the menus I sent you?” she glanced up from her phone like she was a teacher questioning one of her students.

“Got them saved in here,” he held up his phone.

“How ‘bout the songs for the playlist?” she asked with narrowed eyes, skeptical of his attention to detail.

“That’s in here too.”

“Inspo for the table setups? Pictures for the frames? Quotes for the—”

“Everything’s in here,” he chuckled, “I promise I’m on top of it.”

“Alright,” she said with her hands on her hips, “cause we ain’t half-assing no party that has my name on it. Not if you—”

The doors swung open and Cassandra emerged from the restroom, just in time to save Salim from threats of bodily harm in the event he drops the ball on this party. “What I miss?” she asked, looking back and forth at the two of them.

“Nothing,” Jesminder put her arm around her, leading her in the direction of their intended path, “Now let’s get going. We got a full list to get through and with lil’ man playing kickball with your bladder like he’s been doing all day, we ain’t got time to waste.”

Later that Evening
Salim & Camilla’s Townhouse | San Myshuno

On a typical weekday, commutes and dinner plans occupied the first half of Camilla’s post-workday evening. Once the traffic cleared and a parking spot was secured, she would toss her keys, strip down from everything that reminded her of the workday then spend a little while searching around the kitchen for something to eat but Salim being off work this week, meant he would finally make it home before her and be the one to take care of dinner or in his case — pick up dinner.

Having food waiting for her when she got home was one of her favorite things about Salim’s vacation, a close second to spending time together and all that stuff, but Yasmin didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm and was much more interested in the box of double chocolate chip cookies she somehow managed to get from the kitchen than her Happy Meal that was sitting untouched on the table.

“I have tookie?” Yasmin climbed over Salim, handing the box to Camilla.

“Um…” Camilla looked in the opposite direction, trying to avoid locking eyes with Salim who was watching her — waiting for her response, “Let’s eat a little bit of food first, then you could have a cookie, okay?”

“I no wan it,” Yasmin shook her head, “I wan tookie.”

This cookie thing — well not the cookie exactly, but her authority or lack thereof with the twins — was a topic that came up often. So often that lately, every instance in which one of them asked her for something — specifically something where the answer should be no — was used as an opportunity for Salim to assess her progress which admittedly, wasn’t much. She promised to do better though and was sure that one day, she would be able to say no without backtracking but that day — was not today and Salim somehow picked up on that too.

“Camilla…” he sighed, “We just talked about this.”

“It’s one cookie, Salim,” she pouted, sharing the same expression as Yasmin who was also giving him puppy dog eyes.

“One cookie now, ‘til she asks you for another one, then another one,” he took the box from her, “You just need to learn to say no.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s okay to say yes sometimes though,” she contested, “As a matter of fact, I read this article the other day that says it’s good for their emotional development and stuff. I’ll show you.”

She lifted his phone from the sofa cushion between them but was startled when he flung forward and snatched it out of her hand, like it was on fire or something.

“Wh— uh… where’s your phone?” he stuttered.

“Upstairs… on the charger…” she watched him slip the phone into his pocket, “Why? Is there something in your phone you don’t want me to see?”

“No— Of course not— I… I just think mine needs to charge too…” he proceeded to reopen that hole that had just been sealed up from his questionable behavior the other day.”

“Give it to me, I’ll put it on the charger for you,” she held her hand out in a calculated move disguised as a gesture of kindness. A move in which there was only one correct answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it… In a minute.”

And he — just chose the wrong one.

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Episode 2: Discrepancy

Camilla just so happens to stumble across a little detail that throws a wrench in Salim’s alibi for the day before; Later she meets up with her friends to help plan a baby shower

The Next Afternoon
Kennedy Hill Park | San Myshuno

In a city as big and busy as the one they lived in, something was always going on. If it wasn’t one tragedy or another it was political drama, celebrity drama, or any other drama that was loud enough to make headlines. Most of the time, Camilla ignored all of it. Opening the news app only to check the weather or traffic — especially on the days she was driving — but today, something she saw in the traffic report had her pulling up the Nearby City News section and reading a story that was reported on yesterday…

They made their way through the crowded park relieved to finally be getting out of there. Sunday at the park, aka, Operation: Tire the Twins Out, had successfully come to a close and they were free to leave — once they got this little pit stop out the way anyway. As they reached the top — so close to the exit — Salim veered off from the group with Maya, who desperately needed a diaper change, and eventually disappeared into the family restroom while Camilla took a seat at one of the picnic tables with Yasmin, who was already fast asleep.

She lifted her up and laid her against her other shoulder to get a better view of her phone and back to that article that caught her eye a few minutes ago.

It was about a huge fire that broke out at the Greenbox Restaurant in Del Sol Valley yesterday causing road closures to Starlight Boulevard along with the subsequent evacuation of every building in the area. One of these buildings was the San Myshuno Times’ satellite office, located just a few doors down — where Salim spent the entire day working.

It also went on to say that employees from various businesses were stuck outside for hours as firefighters fought to get the flames under control and that most were unable to leave until they until they deemed the area safe.

For most people, an event like this would’ve been the not-so-happy highlight of their day. Something they would’ve for sure mentioned, at least in passing, to their significant other, but Salim hadn’t said a word. Not even when he called during lunch or when he texted later that evening to say he was on his way home. Nothing at all.

Maybe it slipped his mind somehow? She thought, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. She knew how busy things could get for him at work sometimes, especially whenever a big story broke. Or maybe he had plans to bring it up later? Since he didn’t really have a chance to talk about work seeing as he got in so late.

She looked up from her phone and spotted him on his way back over with Maya who seemed to be on her way to sleep too. Perfect timing — because intentional or not, she was about to find out why she was just hearing about this almost-kind-of-near-death-experience of his from a news article instead of him.

“What happened with the fire yesterday?” she asked.

“What fire?”

What fire???

“The fire in Del Sol Valley?” she raised an eyebrow, “The one that happened like right down the street from your office?”

“Oh…” he paused, presumably to come up with an excuse for his obvious unawareness of the event in question, “We weren’t at that office yesterday…”

“How come?”

“I don’t know— some kind of, uh…,” he looked around like the answer was in the park somewhere, “maintenance— plumbing issue.”

Plumbing issue, huh?

“So where were you then?” she tilted her body in the direction of his wandering gaze, forcing his attention back to her.

“At the other office… in San Myshuno…” his voice trailed off.

A few blocks from the house?

“So if you were still in town, why did it take you so long to get home after you said you were on the way?” she continued her questioning, surprising even herself with her Bridgette-style interrogation tactics.

“I stopped to get something to eat.”

“From where?”

“What’s with all the questions?” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood and climb his way out of this hole he was digging for himself.

“It was one question,” she rolled her eyes.

“Well… I answered it so… are you ready to go?” he stuck his hand out, hoping she would take it.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she stood up, pushing past it, making her way back to the car without him.

One Hour Later
Jesminder’s Apartment | San Myshuno

There was so much to do for this party in celebration of the baby who would be making his arrival soon. And while she should’ve been focused on things like party favors and shower games, especially since that was the main reason behind this meetup with her friends today — Camilla was too busy thinking about the fact that her boyfriend was lying to her.

That whole story he fed her about the maintenance thing and working at the other office was bullshit — the way he struggled to answer her questions told her that much — but the thing it didn’t tell her was why.

In situations like this, cheating would usually be her first guess — but it wasn’t that, at least she didn’t think it was. Not with how things were between them or how happy they were at home. And definitely not with how often they had sex — which was often enough to make her think he wouldn’t have anything left to give to anyone else. But there was something there, she just needed to—

Heeeelllllooooo, Camilla?” Jesminder waved her hand back and forth in front of her face, dragging her out of her thoughts and back to the kitchen table with them.

“What?” she finally responded.

“We were over here talking to you but apparently you were off in la-la-land somewhere.”

“I wasn’t, I was just— What were we talking about?”

“Themes. What do you think we should go with?”

“I don’t know,” Camilla shrugged, “Whatever you want Cass, it’s your baby shower.”

“Yeah… but…” Cassandra glanced at Jesminder.

“We want to hear what you think,” Jesminder finished her sentence for her.

“Well… I think…” Camilla sighed as her thoughts about Salim reinvaded her mind, “that Salim’s up to something…”

“He’s not,” Jesminder dismissed her concerns while steering the subject back to party planning, “Now about the theme—”

“Wha— how do you know?” Camilla frowned, “You don’t even know why I said that.”

“You’re right. We don’t,” Cassandra responded before Jesminder could, shooting her some kind of look in the process, “So how about you tell us why you feel like he’s doing whatever it is you think he’s doing?”

“Okay, so… I saw on the news today that there was the big fire in Del Sol Valley yesterday, like right down the street from his office where he said he was going to be working all day…”

“Okay?” Jesminder shrugged, “fires happen all the time.”

“Yeah, but I thought it was weird that he never brought it up, so I asked him about it and when I did, he had no clue what I was talking about, like this was the first he had even heard about it. So right then, he knew I knew he wasn’t where he said he was so he made up some story about being in San Myshuno the whole time— he just…” she sighed, “I don’t know— he’s lying.”

“But what if he’s not?” Cassandra said, taking on the role of devil’s advocate, “He’s forgetful sometimes, right? You’ve told us that before. Maybe it just slipped his mind.”

“Well then why act so weird about it?” Camilla asked, “It doesn’t make any sense, like… the way he answered my questions was like he was literally making them up off the top of his head or something.”

“He’s a man Camilla, they do dumb shit all the time,” Jesminder rolled her eyes, “but I need to make a call real quick,” she grabbed her phone and got up from the table, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

As she disappeared down the hall, Cassandra resumed her role as devil’s advocate, working overtime to put Camilla’s suspicions to rest.

“So I really don’t think it’s anything to worry about girl,” she squeezed her hand, “You know we would tell you if it was.”

“I know…” Camilla nodded, “and I’m sorry for making this whole thing about me— let’s just forget it and get back to the shower.”

“Okay,” Cassandra smiled, “So what would you say are your three favorite colors?” she grabbed a pen and a little sheet of paper like she was taking notes for a test.

“For the… shower?” Camilla asked.

“Mhm hmm,” Cassandra nodded.

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Camilla’s Story | The Future

Okay so I finally figured out a solution to my problem with Camilla’s story so we can expect it’s return very soon! With this solution tho, will come some changes which I’ll outline below.

Camilla in San Myshuno has ended. What this means is that the original story which followed Camilla’s day-to-day life after moving to San Myshuno is done. I made this decision because I realized that not having a proper ending or a real goal in mind made it virtually impossible for me to finish the story and instead forced me to constantly create new plot lines or whatever just to keep the story going. In realizing this, I also realized that I hate writing this way and need to establish a clear ending for the story so that I have something to work towards and avoid losing motivation. Y’all already know this but this story was not intentional so I had no idea what it would become and pretty much winged all of it. Knowing what I know now tho, that it would be a story about relationships and their many complications, especially when there is baggage, age/maturity differences, etc… involved, I would’ve positioned things to end shortly after Camilla and Salim made up after their big fight (Episode 95: A Few Words) because it showed hope for the future and I think that would’ve been a perfect ending for the couple who had so many odds/people (peeks over at @phoenixfg, lmao!) against them but was able to overcome them/win them over. So with that being said, the last official episode of the story is Episode 98: Impressions Pt: II, which was the Winterfest Dinner with Nura and Aahana. I’ll remove the last episode I posted, Episode 99 (the one with her at work) shortly, because it’s not relevant anymore.

So where does that leave Camilla and Co. you ask? It leaves them on the road to several mini-series or spin offs, whatever you decide to call them! These mini-series/spin offs will still follow them as they did before but will dip in and out of their lives at different times. They will be their own stories with their own plots with a clear cut ending. So for example, one mini-series may take place during the summer with a plot that ends in a few weeks (story time). The next one may pick up a year later, during the winter with a plot that covers the entire year. It really just depends on what’s happening. I feel like this will be a fun way to continue writing about these characters that I love so much but in a way that doesn’t drag on a story that really should’ve ended already.

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Episode 97: Impressions Pt. I

Winterfest Day

Later that Evening
Salim & Camilla’s Townhouse | San Myshuno

Rosemary-Garlic Beef Tenderloin — an impressive but simple holiday meal, sure to WOW your guests. Flavorful and delicious and ready in just a couple hours — boasted the food blogger lady underneath her insanely popular, five-star rated recipe on Pinterest. An elegant dish that’s surprisingly simple to make, even the most inexperienced cook could master it.

Even the most inexperienced cook could master it — those few words, that last sentence stood out amongst all of the other colorful details and practically screamed Camilla’s name!

Had her running to the kitchen with a bag full of groceries and a fully charged iPad ready to cook up a masterpiece and that’s exactly what she did — the cooking part anyway — but the finished product was far from the work of art she envisioned and nothing at all like the blogger’s beautifully edited photos.

She leaned over the counter looking over each dish, critiquing her presentation. The side dishes were fine, passable at least, and her baked dishes were amazing but that beef thing — was so disappointing — she contemplated throwing it away or burying it somewhere their guests would never find it. She glanced at the clock, there was still time to change the menu, come up with a new plan or theme or something. A theme — yes! A vegetarian theme. That was something she could pull off. All she needed to do was get rid of that dish.

She picked up the pan and tiptoed to the refrigerator, looking for a space in the back — somewhere Salim wouldn’t immediately spot it — somewhere she could hide it just until dinner was done then she could get rid of it for good. But just as she found one and was ready to execute her plan, she was interrupted by fast approaching footsteps.

“You’re still over there?” Salim appeared in the living room, somehow surprised that she was still in the kitchen obsessing over the food.

“I was just checking … one thing,” she eased the dish back in its original place.

“That’s what you said when I went upstairs 15 minutes ago.”

“It was one big thing.”

He looked over the counter. “What big thing?”

She moved in front of him, attempting to direct his attention away from the kitchen but caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror instead — bringing up a whole new problem. “My … outfit,” she turned to check the back view, “I think I should change.”

“Change? Why?” he frowned, “I thought you picked this one over the other 30 you threw on the bed cause it was what you wanted?”

“It was,” she turned to the side, undoing and redoing the buttons on her top,” but now that I’m looking at it, I think it’s wrong,” she turned to face him, “What do you think?”

“I think you look fine.”

“Just fine?” she pouted.

“No– beautiful,” he corrected himself, “I think you look beautiful.”

“Beautiful how?”


“Beautiful how? You know like sweet-girl-next-door beautiful or like sexy-girl-in-your-dreams beautiful?”

Feeling like that question was most definitely a trap, he proceeded with caution. Carefully weighing his options and ultimately going with what seemed like the safest response, “Both?”

“Ugh! See now I have to change.”

“What do you mean? I just told you, you look beautiful.”

“Yeah, but beautiful to you is probably like hoe to your mom,” she headed up the stairs, “Imma find something else. I need to check on the girls anyway.”

“Camilla, we don’t have time for you to–“

The doorbell rang interrupting his sentence and proving his point.

She rushed back down the stairs, landing a few feet behind him, her heart racing as he pulled opened the door letting Nura inside. He greeted his mom with a kiss on the forehead and asked about her drive over.

She responded with a comment about the traffic or something, the whole time looking past him, her eyes fixated on Camilla who waved at her in return.

When he picked up on the brief exchange between the two of them, he pulled Camilla over and wrapped his arm around her, formally introducing them. “Camilla, this is my mom, Nura. Nura, this is Camilla.”

“Hello Camilla.” Nura nodded, “It is nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Camilla smiled, “Salim’s told me so much about you.”

“Really?” Nura looked at Salim, eyes wide with surprise, “He hasn’t told me a. single. thing about you and here we are,” she smirked, “in the house you two share on Winterfest Day.”

“Mom,” Salim sighed, “remember what I–“

“I am done.” she held up her hand, “I did not come here to argue, okay? Now, I would like to see my grandchildren. Where are they?”

“Upstairs, sleeping.” he lead her to the stairway, “Come on, I’ll take you to them.”

It was still early and Aahana hadn’t even arrived yet but judging by the tone in Nura’s voice, Camilla was sure that this would end up being one. long. dinner …

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Episode 96: Gifts

Winterfest Day

The Next Morning
Salim & Camilla’s Townhouse | San Myshuno

Early in the morning — way before any of them should’ve been awake, Camilla attempted to sneak out of bed. With both her feet planted on the floor, she looked over her shoulder at Salim, who was fast asleep behind her, then carefully lifted herself up, sliding her body slowly off the mattress, hoping it would hold in its usual squeaking sounds, just this one time — just long enough for her to make it out of the room without him noticing and it did! She looked over her shoulder once more and was about to take her first step when she was snatched back into the bed, right back into his embrace.

“Where are you going?” he kissed her neck, fully aware of the answer to his question.

“Um …” she paused, carefully considering all the possible ways she could respond. “Downstairs.” she replied, going with the safest option.

“What’s downstairs? The kitchen?”

The kitchen? The little corner of the house where the refrigerator and the stove lived? The place where she would more than likely spend the entire day cooking and baking, trying to put together some unnecessarily elaborate presentation for his mom? The first thing on a long list of stress inducing activities, he made her promise not do today?

“Yes,” she smirked, “along with the living room and the bathroom and the laundry room …”

“Well there’s a bathroom up here,” he kissed her again, “and I know you’re not going to wash clothes, not this early, so the only thing I can think of is that you were on your way to the kitchen to start on all that stuff I told you not to worry about. Right?”

Right. But, it’s not like they were just having just anybody over today, this was his mom and she really wanted to make a good first impression — especially since she was so pro-him and Aahana getting back together. And Aahana — she would be there too, probably watching every little thing she did, using her actions as a way to judge whether or not the girls were in good hands with her, so in a way — she wanted to make a good impression on her too, not just as Salim’s girlfriend, they were past that already, but as their other caregiver who loved them just like they were her own.

“I … think … I should plead the fifth … to make good on this whole honesty thing.” she grinned before attempting to break free from his grip.

“Yeah, I bet.” he laughed, squeezing her tighter.

“But seriously,” she looked up at him, “I do have some stuff that I need to get done preferably before everybody gets here soooooo can I go please?”

“You can if you want,” he replied nonchalantly, loosening his grip, giving her ample space to leave, “but if you do … you’ll have to wait till everybody leaves to get your gift.”

A gift. One of the many little keys to her heart. One that was guaranteed to make her forget about all the things she was rushing downstairs to do so that she could enjoy this day — at least for a little while anyway.

“My gift?” she sat up quickly, “I don’t have to go downstairs right now— I mean it can wait a little while longer— or till later— what is it?”

“Yeah, I figured that would slow you down.” he laughed, “Close your eyes, okay?”

“Okay.” she closed her eyes with her hands out and a huge grin plastered on her face, anxiously awaiting this surprise he had for her.

He walked backwards to his dresser, taking one step at a time, keeping an eye on her, to make sure her eyes were really closed and that she couldn’t see where he was going or the place he stashed all her presents. Once he was sure they were, he turned around and quietly opened the top drawer and moved some things around, exposing a little black box in the back corner.

The thing it held inside — was something he had been waiting to give her for weeks, something he knew she would love. Something that he measured himself while she was sleeping, just to make sure it fit her perfectly. Something he couldn’t wait to see light up her face, especially once she heard what he had prepared to say with it. Something that would have to stay … in the back corner of his dresser for a little … or a lot … while longer because — she wasn’t ready for it yet — not for another big commitment so he grabbed the envelope sitting next to it and in there was something to help her make good on some of her own commitments.

He sat back on the bed, across from her, and placed the envelope in her hands who’s fingers were wiggling by now from excitement.

“You can open now.”

She opened her eyes to find a white envelope with the words For Camilla, written on the front. She shook it, trying to guess what was inside. The weight — it was too thick to be paper unless it was a bunch of paper? And the size — it was a standard mailing envelope, so it couldn’t have been a card?

She looked up slowly, a little confused about what she was holding. “What’s in here?”

“Open it.” he chuckled.

She turned it over and lifted the top flap, her eyes widening when she saw a 100 dollar bill followed by some 50’s then some more 50’s then a whole bunch of 20’s. She yanked them out, counting them quickly, gasping each time she passed a new hundred dollar mark.

“$500?” she asked when she was finally done counting, “What’s this for?”

“You … All your bills to get you caught up and then some more for the next payment.”

“No Salim—” she shook her head, “it’s too much. Here,” she handed the money back to him, “I’m going to figure it out— when I start getting paid— my first check, I’ll make a payment. I promise.”

He put it back in her hand and closed her fingers around it. “I’m not taking it back, Camilla. It’s yours. So stop.”

“Okay …” she leaned over to kiss him, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” he smiled.

He watched her get up, presumably to leave the room. Probably on her way to the kitchen. “Going downstairs now?”

“Nope.” she smirked, looking back at him, “I’m going to see what other secrets you keep in your top drawer.”

Before she could take another step, he hopped off the bed and tackled her, stopping her dead in her tracks. She screamed so loud, they thought for sure she had woken the girls. “I’m sorry Salim!” she shouted through uncontrollable giggles, “I won’t look, I promise!”

“I’m not taking no chances with you,” he laughed, tossing her on the bed, “I’m finding a new spot today.”

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Episode 95: A Few Words

Ten Minutes Later
Salim & Camilla’s Townhouse | San Myshuno

A pounding headache from a sleepless night had Salim struggling all throughout the morning. He popped a few pills hoping to reduce the tension in his head but unfortunately, they had no impact on his pain. He dozed off for a second, thinking a nap would do him some good, only to be woken up a few minutes later by desperate cries pleading for attention.

Yasmin — even at seven-weeks-old — was always wanting affection. Cuddles or kisses, or a combination of the two, her emotional needs at top priority, no matter whatever else was going on. It’s funny how she wasn’t even hers and yet she reminded him so much of Camilla … so much of her in that department

Once Yasmin was satisfied and asleep in her bouncer, he made another attempt at pain relief, cycling through all of his usual headache reducing methods. When none of them seemed to work though, he finally, but reluctantly, came to the realization that what he really needed, wasn’t at the bottom of a Tylenol bottle or stitched onto a throw pillow — it was with the girl upstairs.

The entire night, when he should have been sleeping, he was in bed, eyes fixated on the ceiling, agonizing over questions, specific questions — that only she had to answers to. Things he needed to know — about them, their relationship and where things were going because right now, without them, he was at a loss and these feelings of instability and uncertainty did not pair well with insomnia.

He went over their argument again, replaying certain parts. The words and sententes that stood out the most. The ones that played the biggest part in his confusion, and the thing he couldn’t get past, that he kept coming back to — the one thing that bothered him the most — was how she could still think that whatever happens in her life doesn’t affect him.

She just … had him questioning … everything and at this point, he wasn’t even sure if she was really ready for this anymore. Her way of thinking, the way she saw things was like they were still in the beginning — before they exchanged I love you’s, before they moved in together, before he bought that-

He looked across the room, over at the stairs, where she was standing with Maya. She waited for a second, like she wanted him to acknowledge her presence — give her some kind of reassurance about whatever she came down there to do. So when their eyes met for a brief moment, she took that as a sign to come over.

She placed Maya in her bouncer before sitting down next to him on the sofa — a move that surprised him, seeing as she had been avoiding any and all contact with him since they got home yesterday — something she probably thought he didn’t notice.

She sat back, her hands on her lap and her feet tucked under one of the bouncers, looking everywhere except in his direction. “I got a job today— just now.” she said, looking up long enough to gauge his reaction.

He smiled a little, trying to be supportive — trying to keep her from running off. “That’s good. With who?”

“Webot … The place I told you about … remember?”

“The one with the the coffee?” he chuckled softly and nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”

He remembered. A random little detail so insignificant to anyone but her — was something he remembered. Knowing that, sent a tiny little flutter through her heart. She smiled, crossing her legs in front of her, relaxing a little, pushing away the nerves that had such a tight grip on her just a few minutes before.

She looked up again and caught him staring at her with sad almost lost eyes. With eyes that needed an explanation. Eyes that weren’t going to be followed by anything good unless … she gave him one.

She exhaled deeply as she prepared to share her story — a recap of her life in San Myshuno before him. The decisions that were made that got her where she is now — and ultimately … where they are now. The things he didn’t know but she hoped he would understand and that once she was done, she hoped they could move forward from.

“Over the summer— before I moved here,” she said, reliving those few months all over again, “I was working at this ice cream shop back home to save up for this trip that me and my best— ex … best friend,” she corrected herself, “had planned for after graduation. It wasn’t a lot, but enough to go to these cabins up in Granite Falls at the end of the year but then,” she paused, “she did what she did so I just took that money … and moved here instead. My parents didn’t want me to go though. They said I wasn’t ready and that they weren’t going to pay for me to mess up my life,” she rolled her eyes, mimicking her mom’s condescending tone, “so I was pretty much on my own … financially anyway …”

She paused for a second, waiting for a cue to continue — something to let her know he was interested. When he didn’t say anything though, she told herself this was stupid and that hearing this sob story of hers wasn’t going to change anything — but then when he placed her hand in his, wrapping their fingers around each other, in that way that he always did, she knew she was wrong.

“So, I had enough to get an apartment— first month’s rent and the deposit but that was pretty much it.” she continued, “I couldn’t get a bed, the lights turned on, groceries, nothing. I mean ate so many 99 cent burritos from that stand across the street, I’m pretty sure I did some permanent damage to my digestive system,” she chuckled.

“I don’t think I would’ve messed with those burritos though,” he grinned.

“You’ve clearly never been hungry enough,” she smiled, picking up the story where she left off. “So, I didn’t know how long it would be before I got a job and being poor was a big problem, obviously, so I used my credit card to get furniture and food and pretty much stay afloat for awhile.”

“But … that ended up being a problem too cause … remember that job at the ice cream shop I just told you about?”

“… Yeah?” he responded, apprehensively.

“Well … part of the reason I got that job in the first place was cause of this whole thing that happened earlier in the summer with my car. My stupid ex-boyfriend was— never mind,” she moved the story along, skipping over all the parts Brandon participated in, specifically the part about him being the one who actually wrecked her car and leaving her to deal with the consequences. “So my parents let me use my credit card to get it fixed but I had to get a job to pay it back so when I moved here …”

“You were still paying for it.”

“Yeah …” she nodded.

“Anyway … it took me two months to even find a job and three months before I started making any real money but by then my card was close to the limit, like $100 close. On top of that, my first student loan payment was due, so … I went online with the bank to see if I could get approved for another one and I did—”

“Hold on.” he interrupted, “How did they let you get another one if your first one was maxed out already?”

“I don’t know.” she shrugged, “I mean it’s a military bank and my parents have been customers since forever and all our accounts and everything are there too so I guess … they’re a little more lenient than most places …”

“So what happened after that?”

“After that,” she sighed, “I started taking cash advances against the cards to pay my student loans and I still had rent and everything so when I finally did start getting paid … I was already at 10 thousand and that … on top of my 20 something thousand dollar student loans was just …”

“Too much?”

She nodded. “Too much … the story of my life …”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he squeezed her hand. “You know that right?”

“What doesn’t have to be?” she asked confused — not exactly sure what he meant by that. After telling him everything she just told him, she didn’t see how he thought the money stuff could’ve been easier. She was stuck in a difficult place and did the best she could do with it, but maybe he didn’t see it that way. “I didn’t know what else to do— ”

“I’m not talking about the money or the credit cards, Camilla,” he sighed, “I’m talking about what you just said about things in your life always being too much. You make them that way sometimes,” he lifted her chin, tilting her head up, making sure she heard every word he said. “Like with this whole thing between us. You don’t see how all of this could’ve been avoided if you had just told me about it earlier?” he asked, not leaving enough time for an answer, “Or even if you waited till we talked the other day, when I asked if there was anything else you needed to tell me, you could’ve told me then and if you had, right now — we would be good.”

They would be good if she had just … told him, if she had just been … honest. She took a moment to really think about that — to let that realization sink in. To acknowledge that everything bad they had ever been through together all stemmed from lack of honesty. To accept the fact that keeping her bills from him is just as messed up as him keeping his … babies from her …

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “for not telling you.”

He kissed her hand, his expression stern but forgiving. “No more secrets, Camilla.”

“No more secrets.” she agreed.

“So what do we do now?” she asked, ready to move on from the anger and tension that was now in the past.

“We kiss,” he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, “and makeup.”

“And forget about everything that happened before.” she smiled, planting a kiss on his lips.

“And forget about everything that happened before.”

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