After that thorough discussion, we'd established quite a few things.
One, I wouldn't be doing this alone. Two, we wouldn't meaninglessly start a fight and three, if everything worked out, life would be amazing.
The thought of me being a father kind of ruined all that for me though. I knew nothing about parenting. Hell, I didn't even have a father. So, I had no idea what they were supposed to be like and what they were even supposed to do.
And more importantly, wouldn't doing it with Marg be…well, not feasible anymore and she'd go through weird mood changes and not feel like it? Actually, I didn't know much about pregnancy to even make a guess at that. 'Back to the memory instiller, I guess.'
Come to think of it, I never brought my things back. 'Oh yeah, Merin was apparently, busy at the time.'
Sigh.
"What?" Elsa froze my cheeks with a cold glass of lemon juice aka, lemonade.
So, I'm guessing most of you'll read this on Christmas eve. My day was shit, hopefully, yours wasn't. Anyway, I wish you happy holidays.