Gareth
I was supposed to be happy that Gwyn is on the pill, that she won't get pregnant. I mean, just half an hour ago, I was afraid of what she would do if she found out that I didn't want children, but when she told me not to worry, that she was on the pill, I was disappointed. It is stupid, and I have no idea why the thought of Gwyn's stomach never growing with my child had upset me, but I am not going to worry myself by trying to over analyze it.
Gwyn got dressed in jean shorts that she had left here when she had moved out with a tank top. The shorts are a size too small for her, but I can't say that I complain when she puts my torn shirt back on and ties it around her waist, rolling up the sleeves. She isn't afraid to show that she is with me, and that rubs my pride in all the righ
