Scott
It’s been so long since I’ve lived with a woman.
The last woman I lived with was my mom before the virus got her.
What do I do? I have no idea what I’m doing anymore.
Don’t get me wrong. I am so happy she is here. I just feel…lost?
I rummage around the kitchen, looking for something we can all eat for dinner. Lucas had sent me a text advising me they were resting, but she’s pregnant and we still need to eat.
Oh god. Are they serious when they say pregnant women are eating for two? Do I need to make extra food?
What about dietary restrictions? Is she allergic to anything?
That’s when I quickly remember the auction had sent me her medical files. I pull up the email and scan over her files, noting no allergies, thank god, and proceed to do a quick google search on pregnancy d
