"I mean...that just sounds kinda like my life now. I don' sleep much and I clean up plenty a shit." Emmett laughed, shrugging. He knew it wouldn't really be so easy when it happened but he wasn't ready to properly face it, not here. He needed to be somewhere he could nap and cry in the dark.
Seven months was a while to get used to the idea, at least. Seeing Phoebe get bigger would make it feel very real, he thought. Too real. "Y'got any names in mind yet?" She'd had more time to think than he had. At the moment all that came to his mind was names for cows or pigs, things like Daisy or Humbert. It seemed like naming would have to be her job.
Her quiet question was one he had known was coming but he still inhaled sharply as he heard it, not having prepared an answer. "Uh...well, w...what d'ya wanna be? If you're gonna come over and we're gonna have the kid and all I'd say y'were my girlfriend again but..." He shuffled his feet. "If..y'wanna be with some other guy with less...stuff goin' on. I'd get it."
Emmett
It burns too bright
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
