Schicksal?

Du bist was...?1/2

Er legte sich hin und ich mich in seinen Arm.  Dann  erzählte er mir wie die Tour war .
Ich schwieg die ganze zeit und überlegte wie ich es ihm am besten sagen konnte.
"line? Whats wrong ?"
"Nothing...really. "
"I don't believe you. honey, you can talk to me about everything. "
Er hob meinen Kopf am Kinn leicht an.
"I want to see you happy again!
you know what,come on get up !
I'll show you a new song. " Ich setzte mich auf und Brad holte seine  Gitarre.
Er begann :
Of course I get lonely, I guess I ain't old me
I'm sick and I'm tired of getting used up and tossed in the side
I hate this hotel room, four walls that stop me from getting to you
I'm hoping that someday we can run away-way from it all

But I promise I'll be back soon
And a voice through a phone ain't the same, it's true
Give me time and I'll give you
Every drop of mine

Keep the car running and keep those sheets warm
Cause baby there is nothing that I want more
Than to hold you right beside me the way I always do
But I gotta tell you something,
I miss you more then you'll ever know and I'm coming home

It's been 6 weeks
But how could I ever forget your face?
I find it so cute when you think
There's ever been anyone but you

I know I said I promise I'll be back soon
Just a couple more days we can get through
But give me time and I'll give you
Every drop of mine

Keep the car running and keep those sheets warm
Cause baby there is nothing that I want more
Than to hold you right beside me the way I always do
But I gotta tell you something,
I miss you more then you'll ever know and I'm coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home

Oh tomorrow feels like a lifetime away
So why don't you stay right here?
Cause my arms were made for you to lie
Lie in, skin to my skin

Keep the car running and keep those sheets warm
Cause baby there is nothing that I want more
To hold you right beside me the way I always do
But I gotta tell you something, I miss you more then you'll ever know,
Keep the car running and keep those sheets warm
Cause baby there's nothing that I want more
Then to hold you right beside me the way I always do
But I gotta tell you something,
I miss you more then you'll ever know and I'm coming home

Ich begann zu weinen. Das Lied war wunderschön.
Brad nahm mich in den Arm.
"now tell me what's wrong."
Wieder schwieg ich und begann noch schlimmer zu weinen.
"Hey,I'm here line."
"brad, before you went on tour you told me something. And said I should think about it. You remember?"
"Yes ,sure. And you thought  about it?"
"Yes , I did... "
"And...?"
...
"Brad, you... will be..."
"I'll be what?"
"a daddy..."
"Wait what?!"