It is with rather mixed emotions that I am pacing the floor of our bedroom. I do not wish for Anastasia to see the fear that has been consuming me for the past few moments. Now do not get me wrong; I love knowing that I will become a father. But what concerns me is that she has come to the conclusion that this is my legacy.
Perhaps I am not understanding the word in its true context, but all I know is that I have grown the incredible fear that I will come to the end of my immortal life.
Well, that is a thought that I shall have to push to the back of my mind as I have Edward, yes, very surprisingly knocking at the door, "Sebastian, your presence is required in the common room."
That only but fuels my annoyance that has been building to a peak for several hours, yet, "What seems to be the problem, Edward?"
"You have visitors, and they are rather anxious to see you."
"Please tell me who feels the urge to bug me at this hour?"
