*icily, stirred and heated by your spirited, biting words to some need long forgotten during your pregnancy* How splendid that foaling appears to have robbed you of your memory as well as your appeal.
maybe we should give her a chance
*rolls his eyes* Talk to me once she's grown enough to carry on a conversation. Eru forbid they should be of any use in the early years.
*looks at you with an expression so devoid of normal attraction as to leave no doubt of the distaste he feels for the notion of vying with your child for your affections (because you will always come back to him sooner or later)* At any rate, I have no doubt you will give her enough chances for both of us. Many times over.