I was in a university class. As it ended I was given a message that my baby had been born. I have no idea who exactly was birthing my baby, but I rushed to the elevator and impatiently headed down to the main floor. By the time I got out of the building, my parents were there to pick me up and take me to the hospital. When we arrived Bernie was carrying our baby out the front door and I met my child outside on a bench.
He was so okay with it.
We had another baby, it was not one I carried, and Bernie was excited about it.
I wish I knew what meant something and what didn't.
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