“You think so?” He gave me a doubtful look. “It’s daunting to think about it. The world is such a bitter place to be in. One mistake could finish a man. I hope I will guide my child to make better decisions in life. The thought of failing at being a parent makes me tremendously nervous.”
“I have those fears, too. I’m sure it won’t be a walk in the park; I can guarantee you that. If it’s a girl, we’d better brace ourselves for the adolescent stage where everything she’s feeling will be much more intense because her hormones will be going haywire, and she’ll most likely be confused for a while, searching for her ‘identity’—for what truly defines her. Not to mention the fact that we might have to sit her down for the birds and the bees kind of talk, which would truly be a hardship. And, if it’s a boy, the endless college parties and the throng of women, the influence of peer pressure, being inebriated along with drug use.” I let out a frustrated sigh, frowning as I looked at him. “The list could go on. You’re right, this bloody thing is really daunting.”
“Cheers, love. Glad you’re seeing the big picture.” Placing an arm around me, he pulled me closer to his body. I then rested my head against his shoulder, imagining the future. “I must tell you, though, if it’s a girl, I’ll make sure no boy will come snooping when she’s of age. I’ll hound them until they’ve buried themselves inside their closets. No boy would make my baby their practice meat, not a bloody chance in Hell.”
Slapping his chest, I applied pressure to push myself to see his face. “I was practice meat?”
“No, of course you weren’t.” He paused, eyes fully wicked on me. “But, I dare say practicing with you was extraordinary.”
Extraordinary.
Hmmm. “I like that. I think that truly defines what you and I were back then.”
“How about we do one more practice before I head out to see mum?” he murmured, nipping my nape all the way towards the back of my ear.
“Tempting,” I giggled, feeling like a hopelessly in love idiot. “But I’ll take a rain check until I see you next. You’ve exhausted me. My vagina needs to recharge for a bit if you don’t mind, thank you very much.”
“I’ll definitely be back for a rain check. Count on it.” He winked at me before he attacked me on the sofa, kissing me towards oblivion.