"Sorry, it's been a few weeks. A rough few weeks. I'm at the hospital right now, have been for these weeks I've missed. I think this may be it. I don't wanna think that way but... Dad may be gone soon. Mom's been a bit more intense than usual, Caid believes she may know something we don't. Which she always does.
"She hasn't gone home to even shower. Yelled at me to get her some dry shampoo after I caught her using the bathroom sink and soap to wash her hair. Caid's been staying with me. And it's stressful having a kid, you know? That's one of the few subjects we've never talked about. We've joked about having dogs, monkeys, horses, but never children. Maybe it's easier with no teenage angst that Caiden has at the moment with a sick Dad. Maybe it isn't.
"I think our kids would be cute. I mean, if they look anything like you of course they would be. But like I said, kids are stressful. He's gone through like an entire bag of pizza rolls every three days. He's like a fucking food vacuum. Absolutely fucked is what that is.
"Anyways, just checking in. I'll wait forever, bub."
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Fanfiction"They were meant to be. I brought that up and my mom brought you up. Cute, huh? My mom thinks we're soulmates, Coop." Where two people who wrongly took a break from each other communicate through voicemails, dancing around their wanting for the othe...
