My wife is the smartest, most put-together human being I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

It baffles me how such an angel as her could settle for a mess like me.

Not only did she agree to put up at me for the rest of her life, but she also decided that

we should have a child.

This amazing person who fucking killed it in university and ran her own business that was successful enough to keep more than two dozen people comfortable

wanted to procreate with a cun who barely even

finished his GCSEs. It made no sense. But the thing about Sarah is that she's a stubborn

bitch, right? So when she's made her mind up about something, it's very hard to talk

her out of it. Not that I try it very hard to do so.

Hey, while I was busy shitting enough bricks to build a house too big for us to afford,

she planned out every single thing down to the most minute details. Her diet, how she'd

exercise, how the birth would go down, what the kid's

bloody room would look like. All was decided before the test even came back positive. It was

like emasculating, to be frank, but my only job was to bring my dick along, and I'm sure

I almost fucked that up too.

She was kind enough to let me take care of her the best of my ability during the pregnancy.

With all her planning, she'd forgotten to take into account the human person that she'd have growing in her belly during all that time,

and the difficulties that come with that.

It truly was one of the most terrifying things I've ever

experienced. I mean, I feel like

that anticipation built over the months until

I could barely breathe.

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