It’s already getting out of hand over here.
Brent is driving me nuts and we’re only on day 1. At this moment, our butterbean is probably the size of a m&m and I’ve already been forbidden from riding on the back of his motorcycle. He thanked me for being “a vessel for his child” which made me want to gag over how cheesy he sounded. Later, he wished that we were having twins. and then triplets and I almost got violent with him.
Seriously, you think you know someone… and then he learns he’s going to be a father and suddenly he’s insisting that I eat the last bite of steak at dinner and I’ve caught him twice saying outloud to himself “I’m going to be a dad”.
He is turning into a total weirdo and I mean that in the best way possible. Thanks to this little baby, he’s taking this daddy business very, very seriously.
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