Page 75 of Hunted: Season Two

Should it go to pre-school?

Where should it go to elementary school?

Do we wear matching Halloween costumes?

Who gets to teach it to drive?

Parallel park?

Which of us should be giving it the “talk”?

The conversation covered the child’s complete pre-adult life cycle in the span of forty-five minutes.

They were all shit eating grins and excitement and eagerness.

I was the opposite.

Grinning, yet grimacing.

Excited, but anxious.

Eager, while overwhelmed.

Am I thrilled to be having a baby with the most incredible people I’ve ever met?

Absolutely.

They’re going to make the type of fathers that every kid dreams of having.

The ones that will literally go to the ends of the earth to love you, protect you, and make your dreams come true.

Am I uncomfortable with the abrupt change to our lives?

Definitely.

One minute I’m on the run for my fucking life and the next I’m bringing lifeintoit.

How can I be expected to take care of the little thing I’m growing inside when I’ve barely been able to take care ofme?

Keepmealive?

Safe.

How can I not be filled with apprehension regarding its protection when I still feel as though I’m working on borrowed time?

I mean is it even a good idea to add another person…a tiny, defenseless, relies solely on us person…into this nightmare, or is it simply selfish?

I swear those are selfish horns I’m hearing, not trumpets.

“Brian is a great name,” The Kid confidently states, demonstrating that even if it is the latter, it’s also heartwarming. “It’s strong.”

“It’s simple.”

“Confident.”

“Common.”

“Easy to spell.”

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