Donât be such a wuss. Me, breaking your heart? Ha, you donât fool me, Archibald Travers. Your bizarre confidence would never allow something like this. Iâm not being cruel, I just have a slightly reduced patience to deal with grown up men who act like babies. Wait, are you implying that Iâm jealous, Archibald?! What a dick! Iâm not jealous of your men-children club! And of course I have a special spot in your heart, thatâs obvious, donât be ridiculous.
Overthink is not bad. Overthinking things you canât do anything about it, thatâs bad. And dumb, Archie. Oh, if only⊠Hm, actually, can I ask you a question? Itâs, hm, kinda personal, but⊠How do you feel about kids? I mean⊠About having them. Do you ever think about it? Tiny Archibalds and Georginas running through your backyard.Â
Forgive me, I am sorry. It is, indeed, perfectly clear that you are not jealous at all of my men-children club. Or my out-and-abouts with the gents. Perfectly clear. I should have never implied such a thing. Because, like I said, I value our friendship and your impatience with such matters too much, and probably will do so âtil the day one of us is no longer around. Hope we are in the clear now.Â
K-kids? Oh, well. In a marriage, they are expected to come at some point, right? Better sooner than later, if we are to think of it, in families like mine and yours. But to me, they... this always seemed like a distant idea, to be quite honest. Like the wedding itself, actually. A concept you canât quite grasp and expect to actually happen. But then, like the wedding, it is something that is getting nearer and nearer to becoming a reality, at least in my life. To me, it never seemed like an option not to father children, you know? Iâve always thought I would have at least one child, the outcome of my union with Georgina, to carry on with the family... Itâs what I, we are expected to do. In my position, it is pretty much a package deal. But I canât quite say this reality has already hit me. Iâve just turned 21, Aella. I donât see myself as a father...
Mind if I ask why you are bringing up such a question right now? It has, I suppose, something to do with Augustus. Now, donât tell me you are pregnant. Are you?!