I am always having imaginary conversations in my head over potential scenarios.
Hubby took this photo this morning of our Love Birds from the other day.
Him: Don’t be silly. Come over here and sit in the sunshine.
But it’s lovely and warm here, and I can see you’re shivering.
No. I want nothing to do with you.
Why ever not? What did I do?
You know full well what you did.
But I thought that was what you wanted!
Maybe, maybe not. But you didn’t have to leave.
I was hungry!
I thought you were coming back and I waited!
I did come back, but you’d gone.
That’s not the point.
That’s not all though, is it?
What is it.
I think I’m pr-egg-nant, and you’re the father.
Hurrah! I’m going to be a Dad!
You don’t have to sound so happy about it.
Why not? Wasn’t that the general idea?
No, not really.
Then why did you agree?
I was curious and thought it might be fun.
But it was great!
I’m not ready for motherhood.
Don’t worry. I’ll be beside you all the way, always sharing the load.
Yes, I promise.
Is it very warm over there?
Why not come over here and find out.
That’s what you said last time!