Goddamn ridiculous wife and her ridiculous Christmas hyperactivity. And cookies and food. Much as they had been damn good cookies and food he was still pretty sure a lot of it had been done to torment him with the memory of the damn season. But he refused to be jolly. He was not okay with jolly. He’d had a good day, he wouldn’t lie. But he liked his regular tradition of being a Grinch and why should he change it now even for his now wife. But all the same she was going to get the Christmas present of her life. He’d called her over and she’d come, thinking he was going to explain Fischer’s play. And maybe he would in a little while. First though there was more to discuss.
Terrifying as it was and much as he pretty much thought he’d suck at it and walk out and leave her cause that’s what Trumper men did when things got stressful. That or lashed out. He always had lashed out though he might have gotten some of that from his mother. There’d never be women in and out of his bed either. He figured he’d leave that to the Commie.
“Its not just Fischer. Though I did figure that out. Obviously.” He added. “I’ve been thinking, and I’ve got this year. Maybe a few more before I have to think about getting out of the game. I’m getting close to the point where there are younger and better and I don’t want to be the seventy year old traitor in the corner hurling abuse at every country that wouldn’t let him in. I don’t wanna have nothing to leave as a legacy and god...I don’t want you to wake up one day and realise its my fault and my issues keeping you from what you deserve most in the world.”
He hated doing the honest thing but she deserved it from him. “...I am terrified of being my parents. Of not being there. Not being good enough. Not seeing the person I help create as good enough. Not trying with you, getting back to where we were. Watching you leave again cause I pushed you away. I don’t want to spend my life screaming and bitching and playing up to the press because that’s a fun way to validate myself. I don’t wanna wind up like Fisher and I don’t want to regret my life either. And baby, I met those kids. Maybe they’ll be what happens, maybe they won’t. But they were good kids. Even the crazy one that was your fault for letting her talk to liberals. But what I’m trying to say I guess is...if you wanna try sooner. If you want to start thinking about kids now, then....”
Freddie shrugged and impulsively dropped to one knee. “Florence Trumper. Light of my life, pain in my ass. Brit who has a deluded obsession with tea and the letter U. Will you do me the very great honour of sometime soon letting me knock you up?”