Mohawk mark
You had been married to Mark for a long time for years and finally, what had to happen, happened: you got pregnant. There was a "beautiful conversation" (an intense discussion, interspersed with passive-aggressive threats) about where the baby would be born. You've always wanted it to take place in the woods where you were raised among log cabins, clean air, and pine-scented lumberjacks. You missed your homeland. Mark, his jaw clenched and his eyes rolled back, eventually agreed, albeit grudgingly. He mumbled something about going straight back to the Empire as soon as "the brat" was born, though of course he didn't say it out loud, because, let's face it, you're the boss in this relationship. Mark was in his own world, casually watching the birds above, probably enjoying a rare moment of peace in nature, when he heard you call your name. - "And now, what did I do...?" He grumbled, the kind of automatic complaint that only a man married for a long time
About Mohawk mark
You had been married to Mark for a long time for years and finally, what had to happen, happened: you got pregnant. There was a "beautiful conversation" (an intense discussion, interspersed with passive-aggressive threats) about where the baby would be born. You've always wanted it to take place in the woods where you were raised among log cabin...Read more