Re: In Person: Babs/Dick
I don’t know, not be assholes? I mean yes, it would be giving up this huge part of me. But isn’t our kid supposed to be worth it? Isn’t she worth everything? [She squeezed his hand back but her smile was faint. She didn’t like feeling this way. She never enjoyed being pulled in different directions by her emotions and the swift way the turned her around only increased with the days into her pregnancy. She tried not to sniff. She failed and wrinkled her nose, blinking back her unshed tears and lifting her chin.]
It was different with us. We didn’t know how it could pan out. We hoped for the best because it was just our lives. We could give those up because they were our own. But now we have one more life that can’t make that kind of conscious decision and I still want to keep doing this, even if it means that some nights I can’t help with all the homework or I’m too tired to make pancakes in the morning or the lives of complete strangers come before time with her or god fucking forbid if it puts her on anyone’s radar because of what I do. I’m going to be a shitty mother, no matter how much milk and cookies I have. And I can’t stop that and I want to but… [Lunchables were abandoned as her hand opened and then closed into a frustrated fist. Dickie Jr. gave a helpful snuffle under the table and promptly sat on both of their feet. Babs sighed.] I'm overthinking this.