Demyan
"That's not what I'm saying Malia," I stressed, "I never said I don't want the baby. I just don't see why we are tearing each other apart for a baby seven months away Malia. You're putting words in my mouth and it's not far."
"You've been acting strange Demyan," she yelled, "And we've been fighting so much."
"When did I start an argument," I huffed, "This morning you were pissed off with me when I came in happy and I tried to end the argument but you continued. In Trinidad you fought me because I didn't jump and say I wanted to marry you.
Malia you're stressing too much and can't we just live in the moment. I know I'm a jerk, I can be a bit tantrum filled and a crybaby but it doesn't make me a bad person. I'm just trying to keep you happy. It's hard to keep you happy when you're thinking five years ahead. I don't see why you feel insecure and intimidated because this is my family and I don't deserve to be fought for them.
