Art
I swear to god I freaken dreaming.
I’m about to wake up and find out that everything that happened over the past three days was a dream and never happened, but it wasn’t. It was so bad at one point I had Gage punch me in the arm to see if it hurt because I honestly didn’t believe it. And even then I still didn’t fully believe everything that happened.
I’m going to be a fuckin’ father.
I’m going to be a husband.
Nothing and I mean nothing can take away the smile I have plastered on my face right now.
“Dude…you’re creeping me out.” Gage gave me the eye from the other side of the counter as I flipped a pancake, “You have me punch you the other day and grinned when I hurt you and now you have this smile on your face and it’s like…permanently there.”
“Would you rather have me be mi
