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Pete doesn't want Sky to leave and has a little meltdown. Sky shows him what she sees for their future.
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After getting back to L.A. We settled into a bit of a rhythm of day to day life.
We brought in the new year sitting on the balcony of Pete’s house watching fireworks going off over the city below us as we shared a bottle of champagne. We had our own private celebration. We had been invited to a bunch of parties both in L.A. and Chicago. But neither of us wanted the hassle. Staying at home was preferable.
The month of January went by far too fast for me. Pete and I had gotten comfortable together. We developed a routine. We both worked on projects, I cooked and he tried to help, we cleaned, and did all the normal day to day things anyone would. He took me out and introduced me to a bunch of his friends. We were happy or so I thought.
But as my departure date got closer, Pete got more and more clingy and irritable. Little things would set him off. I was getting concerned because this was unlike him. I knew about his medications and why he was on them. He had been upfront with me about his diagnosis and his treatment. I was starting to worry a little.
The week before I was to leave, he started picking fights with me. He was acting like he wanted to push me away. It came to a head one afternoon when I was gathering up my clothes to wash them a few days before I was set to leave.
“Pete, have you seen my red tee shirt? I want to wash it.” I asked him as I walked through the bedroom.
“No. It’s probably wherever you left it.” He huffed at me.
I stopped and looked at him. This wasn’t his usual tone.
“Are you alright?” I asked. I wasn’t happy with how he had been talking to me the past few days. I was trying hard not to get mad at him.
“You don’t have to act like you want to leave!” He snapped at me. “You just can’t wait to get out of here can you?”
“I’m just doing laundry. What the fuck are you talking about?” I was getting angry. My patience was waning.
“You’re already starting to pack up your stuff. I know you’re sick of me and want to leave!” His voice was getting louder and meaner as he talked.
“I’m not sick of you! Why would you think that? I’m just doing laundry. And, yeah, I’ve gathered up some of my things. But that’s so I don’t spend the last day with you running around like a chicken with my head cut off.”
“You act like you won’t be back here ever. Would it really be a problem if you left something here?” He asked.
“No, of course not. I’m coming back to stay forever in a few months. But the things I’m packing are things I’ll need between now and then. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to be apart from you. But I have to go back home. I have work I have to complete before I can move here. I have to travel to Atlanta in a few weeks. And you’re leaving for your tour about the same time.” I was yelling right back at him.
I sighed and just crumpled up where I was and sat on the floor. For the first time since we met I wanted to cry out of frustration with him. I pulled my knees up and rested my face against them. I didn’t want to fight with him.
“We knew this wasn’t gonna be easy. Please don’t make it harder. Why’re you trying to push me away?” I looked up at him from where I was sitting on the floor of his bedroom. I could feel the tears building up. I blinked and one slid down my cheek. “I hate that I have to leave. I hate being away from you. But we both know I can’t stay here right now.” I blinked again and felt another tear slide down. “I don’t want to fight with you Pete. Please don’t fight with me over this.”
The expression on Pete’s face changed. It went from angry and ready to explode to remorseful. “Sky, I’m sorry.”
He crossed the room to me and sank down in front of me. “I’m sorry. Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just...” He sighed heavily. Whispering, he said. “I don’t want to be so far from you. I’m afraid.”
“What are you afraid of?” I asked as I reached over and rested one hand on his leg.
“You won’t come back.” he mumbled in such a low and small voice I almost didn’t hear him.
I realized that all of his recent behavior, the moodiness, the clingingness, starting fights, pushing me away, were all based on his fears. He was still worried that I wouldn’t be here when he got back. I think he was afraid I would get tired of him, his career, the life he led because of it.
“Pete.” I tapped his leg trying to get him to look at me. “Peter Rabbit,” I said in a softer voice. He flicked his eyes to mine. “We’re a team. I need you as much as you need me. I’m coming back.”
I looked him deep in the eyes and noticed they were hazel, like the night we met. And there were unshed tears in them.
“It’s not just that, it’s... I’m afraid I’ll spiral without you. And if I go to that place again, it’s so dark there. I….” He took a very shaky breath. He dipped his head looking down at his lap. In a sad, tiny voice he said, “You won’t still love me if you see me like that. But I know without you, I’m gonna…” He blinked and a tear slid down his cheek. “You’re my anchor, Sky. How am I going to get through the tour without you?”
“I won’t stop loving you if you spiral, or fall, or go to that dark place. How could I? I’ll be right there with you. Even if I’m on the other side of the world. If you need me, I’m just a phone call away.” I reached over and wiped the tear from his cheek.
“Who was your anchor before me?” I asked as gently as I could.
“Patrick.”
“He’s going to be there with you when I can’t be. You need to remember he loves you too. Tricky isn’t gonna let you down.”
Before I could register how it happened, Pete was in my arms. He crawled into my lap with his arms around me and his head on my shoulder.
“You promise you won’t stop loving me?” He begged me.
“I promise. Why would you ever think that I would leave you because you need support?”
“Everyone else has.” Was all he said.
“I’m not everyone else. You are my future. There are only two things you could do to make me leave you. Cheat on me or hit me. But I’m not gonna run away because you have an episode or because you have to travel so much for your work.”
Pete pulled his head off my shoulder and looked shocked. “I’d never hit you. Not ever. And I’d never cheat on you. Not on you. I know what that feels like. I won’t, I can’t do that to you.”
“Then don’t worry about me leaving you.”
I sat and held Pete on his bedroom floor until he was ready to let go. I rubbed small circles on his back as we sat there. Once he was ready to, we got up.
“I’ll be right back,” I told him after he sat on the bed.
I went down to my studio and got the painting I had been working on and took it up to show him.
“When I think about our future together, this is what I see for us.” I told him as I showed him the painting.
The painting was a domestic scene. There was a house in the background, with a big yard. In the foreground there were children playing. Four kids running around. Two redheaded boys and two dark haired girls. In the mid-ground were the parents, sitting on a blanket with a baby between them watching the children play. The faces of all the people were not in detail. But if you knew us, you would know it was Pete and I. The woman had my hair and the man was golden just like him.
He looked at it for a long while before asking, “You see us like this? With a house and all these kids?”
“I do. This is what I want. A home with you. Children with you. And I want lots of babies.”
“How many babies do you want?” He asked, looking up at me.
“At least four.” I said with a grin.
“Four?” He asked surprised but a soft, tender smile was tugging at his lips.
“At least. But I’ll take as many as you and the universe give me. I want a marriage and a family with you.”
“I want that too. A family of our own. And lots of babies. How do you feel about five or six?”
“I’d be fine with a dozen.” I said with a grin.
I took the painting back from him and set it on top of the dresser, leaning it against the wall. When I turned back to Pete he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands.
I crossed over and lowered myself to my knees in front of him. He raised his head to look at me. I moved so I was between his legs and just hugged him. He hugged back.
“I’m sorry, Sky. I'm so sorry I’ve been an asshole.”
“It’s okay. Just promise me something?”
“Anything.”
“Don’t forget that I’m on your side. I’m your partner in everything. Don’t push me away.”
“Promise.” He said. And he kept that promise. He never tried to push me away again no matter what happened.
My laundry was forgotten for the night. It was more important to make sure he knew just how much I cared for and loved him.
I was still on my knees in front of him. I leaned in and kissed him. It was tender and love filled. I knew he needed my reassurance, and I needed his. I deepened the kiss just a little as I moved my hands up his back.
His response was to pull me as close and as tightly to him as he could. His mouth moved to my neck. He sucked at the skin behind my ear. Then he murmured “babies” into my ear.
“You wanna practice making them?”
“No,” he said as he pulled back enough to look at me. “I want to make them with you.”
“Don’t think that’s gonna work tonight. Took my pill already today.” I told him.
“We can still try.” He gave me a small smile as he said it.
“Okay, let’s try to make a baby.”
I stood up and climbed onto the bed. He moved back to let me in. Once I was on the bed he started kissing me again. I pulled at the hem of his shirt wanting to see and feel his golden skin. He moved enough to remove it. My hands greedily moved over his chest, pinching at his nipples. I dropped my mouth to replace my fingers sucking one brown bud. He moaned above me. I moved my mouth to his other nipple while I pinched the other. He liked this a lot.
“I love you.” He whispered to me.
My shirt was next. It got tossed to the floor. I was braless under it. His hands found my breasts as soon as my shirt was off. He pushed me so I laid down on my back. His mouth went to one breast and he suckled on the nipple.
“So beautiful”, he said as he moved to the other breast. I pushed my chest up further into his face.
I fumbled with his belt but got it unbuckled. The button and zipper were next. I was impatient with his clothing, I wanted it off of him.
He got the hint and sat up, but didn’t undress. He took his time to just look at me. “You’re gonna be so fucking beautiful pregnant.” He rested one hand on my abdomen as if we already were.
Smiling at him I took the opportunity to get my jeans off. Lifting my hips up I pulled off my jeans and my panties.
“You wanna put a baby in me?” I asked him.
His hand that was still on my abdomen clenched a bit when I said that. It had an effect on him I wasn’t expecting.
“Yeah, yeah I wanna put a baby in you.” He said in a very husky voice. His eyes were changing from hazel to brown as his lust and love for me took over.
“Then get those pants off.”
Before he finished taking his clothes off he said, “We’re gonna be a family.”
I nodded at his words. We weren’t going to be a family right now, but it was going to happen someday.
He finished getting undressed and then moved to hover over me. As he kissed me he moved his hand down my side tracing my tattoo. I always shiver just a little at his touch. It makes me feel so good. I moved my hand down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He moaned as I stroked up his warm velvety skin. I was ready for him, and he was ready for me. He moved between my legs and pushed himself into me.
After a few rolls of his hips, he moved his knees up and pushed them under my hips. Tilting my pelvis up, he held my right leg up under his arm, pushing it back at the same time. I’m flexible so this wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it made him rub against all the right places.
“Oh, fuck, yeah...just like that.” I whimpered to him.
Supporting himself on his hands, he leaned over me and started dropping open mouth kisses between my breasts. He whispered “Gonna put a baby in you.” Then he suckled on one nipple.
He started moving faster, more aggressively. He was reaching his orgasm before me. I didn’t really care in the heat of the moment. It has happened in the past and he always made sure I was taken care of.
“I can’t... Mine, gonna make you mine.” He said right before he came.
He collapsed on top of me and nuzzled into my neck. His lips sucked gently at the skin there. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, “didn’t get you off.” He raised his head, leaned up and kissed me. “Let me make it right.”
He pulled out of me and slithered down my body. Pushing my legs further apart with his shoulders, pulling my knees over them. I felt his fingers pull my outer lips apart. He dipped his tongue down and licked at the juices from both of us that were dripping out of me. He lapped at my skin with a flat tongue and long strokes. He had me whimpering under the onslaught of his tongue. Finally, he slipped three fingers into me and concentrated his licking to my clit. It didn’t take long before I came as well.
After I was satisfied, he moved off of me and to my side. He pulled me to him and kissed me. I could taste both of us on him. There was something primal about it, tasting the two of us together like that. It was the first time he had done that, and I enjoyed it quite a bit.
“I love you, Peter Rabbit.” I told him after the kiss. “I’m so in love with you.” I ran a hand through his hair pushing his bangs out of his face.
“I love you too Sky. You’re my anchor. I need you so much.” Then he pulled me to his chest and rolled us over so he was on his back and I was on my side next to him.
We lay there for a while, just holding each other. He ran his hand through my hair, I was running my fingers over his chest just to touch him.
“When do you want to try for a baby for real?” He asked me after a while.
“I’m a bit traditional about that. I want to be married first.” I did want to be married before having children. But, if I found out tomorrow I was pregnant I wouldn't be worried. I know Pete would be there for it.
“We could go to the courthouse tomorrow. I already know I'm gonna marry you.”
“No. I want to do it right. I don’t want to rush. We have the rest of our lives. Let’s enjoy this part. The dating, and moving in together part. Then we can get married and start a family.” I moved and shifted so that our faces were at the same level. “I love you, you’re my future. We’ll have a family one day, not too far off. But right now, I just want to be us, Pete and Sky. Let’s enjoy it while we can.”
Pete’s eyes were back to the warm, gold honey color of a good whisky. He nodded at me and then said, “We do have the rest of our lives to have a family. But, I’m, I like the idea of having a big family with you. I may not be the best Dad, but I'll try and I’ll love them so much.”
“You’re gonna be a fantastic Dad.” I told him. I knew he would be too.
“Do you think so?”
“Absolutely.”
We brought in the new year sitting on the balcony of Pete’s house watching fireworks going off over the city below us as we shared a bottle of champagne. We had our own private celebration. We had been invited to a bunch of parties both in L.A. and Chicago. But neither of us wanted the hassle. Staying at home was preferable.
The month of January went by far too fast for me. Pete and I had gotten comfortable together. We developed a routine. We both worked on projects, I cooked and he tried to help, we cleaned, and did all the normal day to day things anyone would. He took me out and introduced me to a bunch of his friends. We were happy or so I thought.
But as my departure date got closer, Pete got more and more clingy and irritable. Little things would set him off. I was getting concerned because this was unlike him. I knew about his medications and why he was on them. He had been upfront with me about his diagnosis and his treatment. I was starting to worry a little.
The week before I was to leave, he started picking fights with me. He was acting like he wanted to push me away. It came to a head one afternoon when I was gathering up my clothes to wash them a few days before I was set to leave.
“Pete, have you seen my red tee shirt? I want to wash it.” I asked him as I walked through the bedroom.
“No. It’s probably wherever you left it.” He huffed at me.
I stopped and looked at him. This wasn’t his usual tone.
“Are you alright?” I asked. I wasn’t happy with how he had been talking to me the past few days. I was trying hard not to get mad at him.
“You don’t have to act like you want to leave!” He snapped at me. “You just can’t wait to get out of here can you?”
“I’m just doing laundry. What the fuck are you talking about?” I was getting angry. My patience was waning.
“You’re already starting to pack up your stuff. I know you’re sick of me and want to leave!” His voice was getting louder and meaner as he talked.
“I’m not sick of you! Why would you think that? I’m just doing laundry. And, yeah, I’ve gathered up some of my things. But that’s so I don’t spend the last day with you running around like a chicken with my head cut off.”
“You act like you won’t be back here ever. Would it really be a problem if you left something here?” He asked.
“No, of course not. I’m coming back to stay forever in a few months. But the things I’m packing are things I’ll need between now and then. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to be apart from you. But I have to go back home. I have work I have to complete before I can move here. I have to travel to Atlanta in a few weeks. And you’re leaving for your tour about the same time.” I was yelling right back at him.
I sighed and just crumpled up where I was and sat on the floor. For the first time since we met I wanted to cry out of frustration with him. I pulled my knees up and rested my face against them. I didn’t want to fight with him.
“We knew this wasn’t gonna be easy. Please don’t make it harder. Why’re you trying to push me away?” I looked up at him from where I was sitting on the floor of his bedroom. I could feel the tears building up. I blinked and one slid down my cheek. “I hate that I have to leave. I hate being away from you. But we both know I can’t stay here right now.” I blinked again and felt another tear slide down. “I don’t want to fight with you Pete. Please don’t fight with me over this.”
The expression on Pete’s face changed. It went from angry and ready to explode to remorseful. “Sky, I’m sorry.”
He crossed the room to me and sank down in front of me. “I’m sorry. Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just...” He sighed heavily. Whispering, he said. “I don’t want to be so far from you. I’m afraid.”
“What are you afraid of?” I asked as I reached over and rested one hand on his leg.
“You won’t come back.” he mumbled in such a low and small voice I almost didn’t hear him.
I realized that all of his recent behavior, the moodiness, the clingingness, starting fights, pushing me away, were all based on his fears. He was still worried that I wouldn’t be here when he got back. I think he was afraid I would get tired of him, his career, the life he led because of it.
“Pete.” I tapped his leg trying to get him to look at me. “Peter Rabbit,” I said in a softer voice. He flicked his eyes to mine. “We’re a team. I need you as much as you need me. I’m coming back.”
I looked him deep in the eyes and noticed they were hazel, like the night we met. And there were unshed tears in them.
“It’s not just that, it’s... I’m afraid I’ll spiral without you. And if I go to that place again, it’s so dark there. I….” He took a very shaky breath. He dipped his head looking down at his lap. In a sad, tiny voice he said, “You won’t still love me if you see me like that. But I know without you, I’m gonna…” He blinked and a tear slid down his cheek. “You’re my anchor, Sky. How am I going to get through the tour without you?”
“I won’t stop loving you if you spiral, or fall, or go to that dark place. How could I? I’ll be right there with you. Even if I’m on the other side of the world. If you need me, I’m just a phone call away.” I reached over and wiped the tear from his cheek.
“Who was your anchor before me?” I asked as gently as I could.
“Patrick.”
“He’s going to be there with you when I can’t be. You need to remember he loves you too. Tricky isn’t gonna let you down.”
Before I could register how it happened, Pete was in my arms. He crawled into my lap with his arms around me and his head on my shoulder.
“You promise you won’t stop loving me?” He begged me.
“I promise. Why would you ever think that I would leave you because you need support?”
“Everyone else has.” Was all he said.
“I’m not everyone else. You are my future. There are only two things you could do to make me leave you. Cheat on me or hit me. But I’m not gonna run away because you have an episode or because you have to travel so much for your work.”
Pete pulled his head off my shoulder and looked shocked. “I’d never hit you. Not ever. And I’d never cheat on you. Not on you. I know what that feels like. I won’t, I can’t do that to you.”
“Then don’t worry about me leaving you.”
I sat and held Pete on his bedroom floor until he was ready to let go. I rubbed small circles on his back as we sat there. Once he was ready to, we got up.
“I’ll be right back,” I told him after he sat on the bed.
I went down to my studio and got the painting I had been working on and took it up to show him.
“When I think about our future together, this is what I see for us.” I told him as I showed him the painting.
The painting was a domestic scene. There was a house in the background, with a big yard. In the foreground there were children playing. Four kids running around. Two redheaded boys and two dark haired girls. In the mid-ground were the parents, sitting on a blanket with a baby between them watching the children play. The faces of all the people were not in detail. But if you knew us, you would know it was Pete and I. The woman had my hair and the man was golden just like him.
He looked at it for a long while before asking, “You see us like this? With a house and all these kids?”
“I do. This is what I want. A home with you. Children with you. And I want lots of babies.”
“How many babies do you want?” He asked, looking up at me.
“At least four.” I said with a grin.
“Four?” He asked surprised but a soft, tender smile was tugging at his lips.
“At least. But I’ll take as many as you and the universe give me. I want a marriage and a family with you.”
“I want that too. A family of our own. And lots of babies. How do you feel about five or six?”
“I’d be fine with a dozen.” I said with a grin.
I took the painting back from him and set it on top of the dresser, leaning it against the wall. When I turned back to Pete he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands.
I crossed over and lowered myself to my knees in front of him. He raised his head to look at me. I moved so I was between his legs and just hugged him. He hugged back.
“I’m sorry, Sky. I'm so sorry I’ve been an asshole.”
“It’s okay. Just promise me something?”
“Anything.”
“Don’t forget that I’m on your side. I’m your partner in everything. Don’t push me away.”
“Promise.” He said. And he kept that promise. He never tried to push me away again no matter what happened.
My laundry was forgotten for the night. It was more important to make sure he knew just how much I cared for and loved him.
I was still on my knees in front of him. I leaned in and kissed him. It was tender and love filled. I knew he needed my reassurance, and I needed his. I deepened the kiss just a little as I moved my hands up his back.
His response was to pull me as close and as tightly to him as he could. His mouth moved to my neck. He sucked at the skin behind my ear. Then he murmured “babies” into my ear.
“You wanna practice making them?”
“No,” he said as he pulled back enough to look at me. “I want to make them with you.”
“Don’t think that’s gonna work tonight. Took my pill already today.” I told him.
“We can still try.” He gave me a small smile as he said it.
“Okay, let’s try to make a baby.”
I stood up and climbed onto the bed. He moved back to let me in. Once I was on the bed he started kissing me again. I pulled at the hem of his shirt wanting to see and feel his golden skin. He moved enough to remove it. My hands greedily moved over his chest, pinching at his nipples. I dropped my mouth to replace my fingers sucking one brown bud. He moaned above me. I moved my mouth to his other nipple while I pinched the other. He liked this a lot.
“I love you.” He whispered to me.
My shirt was next. It got tossed to the floor. I was braless under it. His hands found my breasts as soon as my shirt was off. He pushed me so I laid down on my back. His mouth went to one breast and he suckled on the nipple.
“So beautiful”, he said as he moved to the other breast. I pushed my chest up further into his face.
I fumbled with his belt but got it unbuckled. The button and zipper were next. I was impatient with his clothing, I wanted it off of him.
He got the hint and sat up, but didn’t undress. He took his time to just look at me. “You’re gonna be so fucking beautiful pregnant.” He rested one hand on my abdomen as if we already were.
Smiling at him I took the opportunity to get my jeans off. Lifting my hips up I pulled off my jeans and my panties.
“You wanna put a baby in me?” I asked him.
His hand that was still on my abdomen clenched a bit when I said that. It had an effect on him I wasn’t expecting.
“Yeah, yeah I wanna put a baby in you.” He said in a very husky voice. His eyes were changing from hazel to brown as his lust and love for me took over.
“Then get those pants off.”
Before he finished taking his clothes off he said, “We’re gonna be a family.”
I nodded at his words. We weren’t going to be a family right now, but it was going to happen someday.
He finished getting undressed and then moved to hover over me. As he kissed me he moved his hand down my side tracing my tattoo. I always shiver just a little at his touch. It makes me feel so good. I moved my hand down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He moaned as I stroked up his warm velvety skin. I was ready for him, and he was ready for me. He moved between my legs and pushed himself into me.
After a few rolls of his hips, he moved his knees up and pushed them under my hips. Tilting my pelvis up, he held my right leg up under his arm, pushing it back at the same time. I’m flexible so this wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it made him rub against all the right places.
“Oh, fuck, yeah...just like that.” I whimpered to him.
Supporting himself on his hands, he leaned over me and started dropping open mouth kisses between my breasts. He whispered “Gonna put a baby in you.” Then he suckled on one nipple.
He started moving faster, more aggressively. He was reaching his orgasm before me. I didn’t really care in the heat of the moment. It has happened in the past and he always made sure I was taken care of.
“I can’t... Mine, gonna make you mine.” He said right before he came.
He collapsed on top of me and nuzzled into my neck. His lips sucked gently at the skin there. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, “didn’t get you off.” He raised his head, leaned up and kissed me. “Let me make it right.”
He pulled out of me and slithered down my body. Pushing my legs further apart with his shoulders, pulling my knees over them. I felt his fingers pull my outer lips apart. He dipped his tongue down and licked at the juices from both of us that were dripping out of me. He lapped at my skin with a flat tongue and long strokes. He had me whimpering under the onslaught of his tongue. Finally, he slipped three fingers into me and concentrated his licking to my clit. It didn’t take long before I came as well.
After I was satisfied, he moved off of me and to my side. He pulled me to him and kissed me. I could taste both of us on him. There was something primal about it, tasting the two of us together like that. It was the first time he had done that, and I enjoyed it quite a bit.
“I love you, Peter Rabbit.” I told him after the kiss. “I’m so in love with you.” I ran a hand through his hair pushing his bangs out of his face.
“I love you too Sky. You’re my anchor. I need you so much.” Then he pulled me to his chest and rolled us over so he was on his back and I was on my side next to him.
We lay there for a while, just holding each other. He ran his hand through my hair, I was running my fingers over his chest just to touch him.
“When do you want to try for a baby for real?” He asked me after a while.
“I’m a bit traditional about that. I want to be married first.” I did want to be married before having children. But, if I found out tomorrow I was pregnant I wouldn't be worried. I know Pete would be there for it.
“We could go to the courthouse tomorrow. I already know I'm gonna marry you.”
“No. I want to do it right. I don’t want to rush. We have the rest of our lives. Let’s enjoy this part. The dating, and moving in together part. Then we can get married and start a family.” I moved and shifted so that our faces were at the same level. “I love you, you’re my future. We’ll have a family one day, not too far off. But right now, I just want to be us, Pete and Sky. Let’s enjoy it while we can.”
Pete’s eyes were back to the warm, gold honey color of a good whisky. He nodded at me and then said, “We do have the rest of our lives to have a family. But, I’m, I like the idea of having a big family with you. I may not be the best Dad, but I'll try and I’ll love them so much.”
“You’re gonna be a fantastic Dad.” I told him. I knew he would be too.
“Do you think so?”
“Absolutely.”
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