Nibs P.O.V. Location: My room.
I just can’t get this through my head. I. Am. Going. To. Be. A Dad. Not just any dad, but the dad of Libby’s baby. Our baby. Baby. God, that is so foreign to think about. How will I do this? I mean, obviously we’re in this thing together. How will we raise this baby with all of this crazy going around? I’m not sure if I want Binky teaching the vocabulary. Tootles and Kathleen would be great babysitters. Slightly is fantastic with kids, so there’s that. Should we have the birth on earth so it’s safer? We really should move out to our other place permanently.
There are just so many questions and a limiting number of answers. I know Libby is in the same situation and she has more to think about than me. It’s been three days since we’ve told everyone and there is a buzz around the hideout. Mary has been slowly coming around to change. I mean, we’re all getting used to the fact that there is going to be a baby around in a few months, well, almost a year. Just a few months off.
I don’t even know what I’m doing. And no one here has had a kid before. None of the other guys will know what to do. Is this why they always made me go first on hikes? So I could clear the cobwebs? Speaking of the guys, they were currently trying to plan my ‘dadchelorette’ party. To which I say no.
“Hey babe.” Libby sighed coming in and sitting on the bed with a plate full of chocolate strawberries. I reached for one but she swatted my hand away. “Mine!”
“So this is how it’s going to be now.” I groaned. “I’ll be back I’m getting my own.” Libby giggled.
“Good luck finding the chocolate.” She smiled evily.
“I’ll bring back the onions.” I warned her. She glared at me then offered a chocolate covered strawberry. I decided it would be funny to eat it right out of her hand but she thought it would be funny to shove it in my face.
“They’re good aren’t they?” She giggled.
“Try some more.” I told her and shoved one in her face.
“You did not just do that!” She yelled.
“I’m sorry come here.” I told her then pulled her into a hug. “Forgive me?”
“No. This means war!” She said and pushed away from me. “After I eat the rest of these.”
“So I was thinking we should probably move out for good.” I said as she wiped her face of strawberry.
“When?” She asked after she took another bite.
“Right before the baby so we can take her/him home to a more…stable environment.” I replied.
“This isn’t stable enough for you?” She chuckled then said sarcastically. “I mean the announcing a few days ago went so smoothly that I think they all have proved they can handle this.”
“Yeah, it’s just Mary. And you know how she is.” I sighed.
“Attention whore?” Libby chuckled.
“Yes, but you know she’s been off since the whole Binky leaving her incident.” I defended.
“She still would have done the same thing, besides, can’t she get over something that was three years ago?” Libby said.
