to scream for me to stop because they have too damn much pleasure. So which one of them told you you were ugly?"
"No one."
"OK. Now as far as you gaining weight, that's part of being pregnant. It was when you had Randy, it still is. I know it's not the most pleasant thing for a woman but complaining to me just makes me feel guilty for making you pregnant. And I don't want to feel guilty for doing that. Do you know how many children I have fathered? None, Zero, Zilch. You are carrying a miracle in your belly, one that I helped to create. So forgive me for not being thrilled when you bitch and moan about being pregnant. If you told me you felt bloated and wanted me to rub your tummy or your back or your feet, I'd be more than happy to drive down to Anaheim to do so. But calling me up and complaining that you're fat is useless and as far as I'm concerned it's a downright mean thing to do.
"As far as me lying to you, if you look back on it, you'll realize I didn't. We were talking about how many chairs to bring and you asked if it was just going to be the two of us. I just started talking about something else. I think it was what clothes to bring but I may be wrong.
"I like surprising the woman I love. I thought you liked it too. I remember getting you a button on Valentine's Day and you seemed to be pretty happy with it. You didn't bitch and moan because I went out and did it all by myself and didn't make sure it was OK with you before I bought it. I think the same thing happened with that hat I got at the birth place. And when I let you ask me to go to Chicago and tell your Mom and I told you I already had tickets, you seemed to like that surprise. I even remember two women I didn't know were coming showing up at my birthday dinner. You surprised me and I liked it. Very much.
"I thought you'd like the surprise of the girls being here. I know it was probably embarrassing to walk out pulling your pants up and have them all there. But did any of them make a big deal of it? No. Just hugs and kisses for you. And you weren't fighting it yourself. As soon as your pants were up you made sure they saw the shirt and started kissing them right back.
"So, maybe it's June. Well, I'm not going to feel sorry about June. She spent a lot of effort helping me to win you back after I did something stupid. Just admitting it to you and asking for forgiveness wasn't good enough. And she continued to help me out with the same professionalism she would show with any customer after we talked on the phone and she started to fall in love with me. And then you wanted to pull her right into bed with us. I didn't want it but that didn't matter. You spent a lot of effort trying to talk me into it until I agreed to let her make the decision. And you put just about as much effort into trying to convince her.
"So she wanted some time to think about it. And maybe even to get to know me. How about that for a unique concept - get to know someone before you swallow his cock. We started our trip with you sitting right next to me and the girls way in the back of the van. When we stopped for gas, you got in the back and she sat up front. What the hell was I supposed to do? Ignore her? Well fuck you. I like her. We have a lot in common. I can talk to her and she can talk to me. And I'll tell you something. I don't have to be afraid if anything I say is going to piss her off and I'll hear about it hours later. If she doesn't like something I say to her, she'll tell me right then and there. And she'll tell me to shut up or she'll tell me I hurt her feelings or she'll tell me that's not funny or whatever applies.
"I love you to death, but God Damn it, I'm afraid to do or say anything around you. So I'll take you home tomorrow or after the weekend I've planned and we'll go to your birthing classes and I'll rub your feet it you want it and I'll be there when the baby's born. But please don't put me through hell.
"One more thing and then I have to get some sleep. If
"No one."
"OK. Now as far as you gaining weight, that's part of being pregnant. It was when you had Randy, it still is. I know it's not the most pleasant thing for a woman but complaining to me just makes me feel guilty for making you pregnant. And I don't want to feel guilty for doing that. Do you know how many children I have fathered? None, Zero, Zilch. You are carrying a miracle in your belly, one that I helped to create. So forgive me for not being thrilled when you bitch and moan about being pregnant. If you told me you felt bloated and wanted me to rub your tummy or your back or your feet, I'd be more than happy to drive down to Anaheim to do so. But calling me up and complaining that you're fat is useless and as far as I'm concerned it's a downright mean thing to do.
"As far as me lying to you, if you look back on it, you'll realize I didn't. We were talking about how many chairs to bring and you asked if it was just going to be the two of us. I just started talking about something else. I think it was what clothes to bring but I may be wrong.
"I like surprising the woman I love. I thought you liked it too. I remember getting you a button on Valentine's Day and you seemed to be pretty happy with it. You didn't bitch and moan because I went out and did it all by myself and didn't make sure it was OK with you before I bought it. I think the same thing happened with that hat I got at the birth place. And when I let you ask me to go to Chicago and tell your Mom and I told you I already had tickets, you seemed to like that surprise. I even remember two women I didn't know were coming showing up at my birthday dinner. You surprised me and I liked it. Very much.
"I thought you'd like the surprise of the girls being here. I know it was probably embarrassing to walk out pulling your pants up and have them all there. But did any of them make a big deal of it? No. Just hugs and kisses for you. And you weren't fighting it yourself. As soon as your pants were up you made sure they saw the shirt and started kissing them right back.
"So, maybe it's June. Well, I'm not going to feel sorry about June. She spent a lot of effort helping me to win you back after I did something stupid. Just admitting it to you and asking for forgiveness wasn't good enough. And she continued to help me out with the same professionalism she would show with any customer after we talked on the phone and she started to fall in love with me. And then you wanted to pull her right into bed with us. I didn't want it but that didn't matter. You spent a lot of effort trying to talk me into it until I agreed to let her make the decision. And you put just about as much effort into trying to convince her.
"So she wanted some time to think about it. And maybe even to get to know me. How about that for a unique concept - get to know someone before you swallow his cock. We started our trip with you sitting right next to me and the girls way in the back of the van. When we stopped for gas, you got in the back and she sat up front. What the hell was I supposed to do? Ignore her? Well fuck you. I like her. We have a lot in common. I can talk to her and she can talk to me. And I'll tell you something. I don't have to be afraid if anything I say is going to piss her off and I'll hear about it hours later. If she doesn't like something I say to her, she'll tell me right then and there. And she'll tell me to shut up or she'll tell me I hurt her feelings or she'll tell me that's not funny or whatever applies.
"I love you to death, but God Damn it, I'm afraid to do or say anything around you. So I'll take you home tomorrow or after the weekend I've planned and we'll go to your birthing classes and I'll rub your feet it you want it and I'll be there when the baby's born. But please don't put me through hell.
"One more thing and then I have to get some sleep. If
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