At 29, I was better. Most of my days were happy days. I'd still occasionally feel like everything was pointless, but majority of the time I would be content with the world and the way it worked. This was the year you told me you wanted a baby. To be honest, I really hadn't thought of it too much. A baby. A drooling, pooping, crying little baby. I wasn't totally opposed to the idea, it just surprised me. Would I even be a good mother? I knew you'd be a good father, you were always the guy the toddlers would go running towards, but could I be a good mother?
I never gave you an answer. I just looked at you and then shrugged. I think you were upset with me because I didn't say anything. You sighed loudly before walking away.
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I didn't proof read or look at this chapter at all because i'm already late for work so basically enjoy this and i'm off for a ten hour shift woohoo.
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~katie~
