"Good," I repeat dumbly, feeling very much exhausted. I can't hear Lorne or Connor in the other room, but I've no doubt Angel can. Probably listening like a hawk for any sounds from the boy that may seem he's in distress. Considering he nor I know what babies are supposed to sound like, I'm thinking any sound in the near future might have us running. That probably wont be very good either.
Goodness, I'm already thinking about what's and the why's, the when’s, the... There's so much to think of when it comes to children. Especially if they're your responsibility. And this isn't just watching the boy. God no, this is raising the boy. With all the morals and the difference between right and wrong, teaching him manners, all that comes with it. Quite the task and I wonder how hundreds of people all over the world manage.
"Hmmm?" Torn out of my thoughts I look at him puzzled for a moment until he suggestion filters through. I smile softly at him, hand coming up to brush the back of it over his face. "I'm sure she would have," I murmur. Hell, if this is a supposed woman whom my parents did not approve of, you can bet she wouldn't have liked the double name.
"But if I legally want to change my name I'd have to go back to England." My father would find out and I may not like it, but deep, deep down I still want the mans approval. His respect. Coming back to England to have my name legally changed? I doubt that's what'll do the trick. I know it doesn't matter and I know I'll never get that from him. I can't help but hope though.
"I'm afraid Connor will be stuck with Wyndam-Pryce. Unless the mother gave her last name. My goodness, this is getting complicated. Perhaps we should think about this. We can't bloody well get anything done tonight. Can we?"
Lorne will have to help us with the papers. Of course I know a lot of addresses as well. Together we should be able to come up with something. Not tonight though. Not right now. Right now I just want to sleep and forget about this entire night. At least the horrible parts of it, which were quite a lot.
"We should probably get back to Connor," I say. I'd like to get off his lap now - comfortable and safe as it feels - be on more equal footing so to speak. "I'm sure you're anxious to get back to him," I tell him, a soft smile slipping back on my face.
Goodness, I'm already thinking about what's and the why's, the when’s, the... There's so much to think of when it comes to children. Especially if they're your responsibility. And this isn't just watching the boy. God no, this is raising the boy. With all the morals and the difference between right and wrong, teaching him manners, all that comes with it. Quite the task and I wonder how hundreds of people all over the world manage.
"Hmmm?" Torn out of my thoughts I look at him puzzled for a moment until he suggestion filters through. I smile softly at him, hand coming up to brush the back of it over his face. "I'm sure she would have," I murmur. Hell, if this is a supposed woman whom my parents did not approve of, you can bet she wouldn't have liked the double name.
"But if I legally want to change my name I'd have to go back to England." My father would find out and I may not like it, but deep, deep down I still want the mans approval. His respect. Coming back to England to have my name legally changed? I doubt that's what'll do the trick. I know it doesn't matter and I know I'll never get that from him. I can't help but hope though.
"I'm afraid Connor will be stuck with Wyndam-Pryce. Unless the mother gave her last name. My goodness, this is getting complicated. Perhaps we should think about this. We can't bloody well get anything done tonight. Can we?"
Lorne will have to help us with the papers. Of course I know a lot of addresses as well. Together we should be able to come up with something. Not tonight though. Not right now. Right now I just want to sleep and forget about this entire night. At least the horrible parts of it, which were quite a lot.
"We should probably get back to Connor," I say. I'd like to get off his lap now - comfortable and safe as it feels - be on more equal footing so to speak. "I'm sure you're anxious to get back to him," I tell him, a soft smile slipping back on my face.
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