We’ve talked about family. I know it’s something I have to do. This is a legacy after all as Uncle Michel keeps reminding me.
Michel’s living on borrowed time. Mom passed away ages ago, before I had even met Connie. I wish she’d come back to visit, but the only ghosts we see these days are the randoms who died on our lot during parties.
After the wedding, we all came down with something. Michel and Luthor were nauseous all day, but Connie and I had pounding headaches. So, I guess it was the flu or something. Probably something a guest brought. They should just stay home if they’re sick.
But to be honest. I’m hoping for a nooboo too. Someone to pass this garden onto. To take care of Shelby.
We’ve been trying a lot. In the bedroom, in the hot tub, in Luthor’s bedroom (don’t tell him!).
So far nothing.
I know Bane wants kids. He talks about it constantly. But, I don’t know. I’m just not ready for motherhood. Oh – don’t get me wrong, being a mother is what I dream of. But I still feel like the stranger here. This is their Family Home, with a capital “f-h” – Pigglewiggles have been living her for generations. While mom and I moved to town only a while ago.
It doesn’t quite feel like my home. Oh – we’ve changed things, the floors the walls. If I want to install a spa down in the basement Bane is happy to oblige and call the contractors to rip out his old bedroom. And I wanted. Oh how I wanted.
I told Bane it was just a headache like he had.
But I’m thinking it might be something more. This wouldn’t be a bad place to raise a child. The house has a lot of practice raising kids, right?