Imagine that you've never had kids. Never thought of kids. Were intending to terminate an impending pregnancy.
Now imagine you find yourself jumped forward two or so years, and not only have you lost time, but you have two very rambunctious children.
That's one future.
In the other, the little ones get left with people who at the very least want them, and are willing to care for them.
I- I can't let them get hurt. Not just because, yano, they're Angie and me. Otherwise I'd swoop you off to some awesome time in history, and we'd hang out there and never think of vortexes.