With my entire being.”“You want to bear my child?”“Yes.”“Even if you have to wait?”She pauses. “How long?”“Even longer than when I...fuck you. Eighteen. And you’d need a husband. I certainly can’t be.”“You could. You could pretend to die and come back as some stranger. I know you somehow get people who don’t know you to see you as older, appropriate to your supposed age. Being eternal, you must have done that before.”“Yes, but I won’t. I won’t leave your mother. Most importantly, I will never be. You're so fucking sorry you don't even know how sorry you are. Fuck you!" Darius told him, hanging up."No, fuck you!" Ryan yelled as he hung up the phone. "Goddamn fucking prick," he muttered.Will came running in without knocking, Robby chasing him."Ryan!" Will whined. "Robby took the remote control and he won't let me watch what I was watching first! I was there first!" Yeah, and then you hit me you little baby!" yelled Robby, pushing him.Will pushed him back, knocking him against the chair,. "Yes, miss," she replied.Mike chimed in, "Good. I'm glad that's settled. But before we go, I want to be sure that this is going to be done properly. So, Louise, I am going to watch Janet take charge of you. Janet, if there's any need for adjustments, I'll offer you any necessary advice." At that, Janet nodded curtly. Mike and Janet stood up almost simultaneously and traded places, Mike sitting down in the easy chair Janet vacated. Janet stood before Louise and said, "Stand up, Louise."Louise. ‘I’ve got stretch marks and fat. That’s what you see.’ I pulled her other leg onto the bed, settling her into a mostly prone position, propped by three pillows. I gently but firmly pulled the towel from her chest. I placed a finger on a stretch mark, at its origin high up on her chest, and traced it down its length, ending somewhere around mid-breast. ‘You know what this is?’ I asked quietly. ‘Yeah, it’s a stretch mark,’ she said peevishly, without a lot of heat. I smiled and shook my head..