I have a son. A son. Ozymandias Bastien Hart. And he's taken up all my spare time from the moment he was born on the 8th of May.
Lena didn't want me in the room during her delivery, and I gave her that and the choice of first name. And a pearl necklace. She said that Ozymandias was a favourite name of a favourite aunt. I don't know that I'm fond of it,
( so I've taken to calling him Bastien instead. )Jesus fuck. I've turned into one of those saps that I hate. It has to be the lack of sleep. Children turn even the best men into babbling idiots when they've donated their genes to the creation of one apparently.
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