The Blame Game
Oh, dear, I’m in trouble!
No, seriously, Marissa is furious with me at the moment.
I was teaching Alkanet to walk the other day, when Marissa stormed in. I have never, ever seen her so angry!
Anyway, it was our wedding anniversery a while back, and Marissa’s folks offered to have Alkanet for the night, so we could have a night to ourselves for a change. Marissa cooked a nice meal (I did suggest we go out for dinner, but she shot that idea down), and we did the whole candlelit dinner thing, accompanied by a couple of bottles of excellent wine. Not a good idea, as things turned out. Needless to say, we retired to bed rather early that night! I guess neither of us were as careful as we normally would be, I don’t remember, although I do remember the hangover the next morning.
Now, Alkanet was supposed to be a ‘one-and-only’, as Marissa puts it, but…
Of course, it takes two to tango, so I don’t see why I should get all the blame! I am thrilled at the news, but Marissa isn’t, which is a little worrying, but I’m sure she’ll come around. I’m hoping for a boy, a little Abram, this time around, but I will be satisfied with a little girl again. Marissa doesn’t seem keen on calling the baby Amballa (can you blame her, Ryan?), if it is a girl, but she couldn’t think of anything better. Mother and Father hinted that they would like a few more grandchildren, but that’s not very likely to happen after this one! Besides, two children will be enough. I did want six, but that was before I realised how much work children are!
(Claire, I think Alkanet has a pretty well-balanced personality, but I’ll be damned if I can remember!)
