I'm brushing my teeth at Lars' house. I'm here pretty often. He hugs me from behind and kisses my neck.

He puts his chin on my shoulder. "What is going on in your tiny head?"

"Tiny?" frown.

"I meant it metaphorically. What's wrong? Are your teeth bad?"

I spit out the tooth paste.

"no." I clean my mouth. "I think mother should have gotten abortion." I say shamelessly.

"I don't, because then I wouldn't meet you." He kisses me.

"Now it doesn't matter. I've been alive for quite some time, but think still think she should have gotten abortion.

It was unfair if dad didn't want me and he begged her? Must have been serious."

"I know, am I allowed to feel bad for him?" Lars asks.

I nod. " I feel a bit bad too. He was eighteen. Me at eighteen?" I point to my chest, "phew, I guess ... I would also tell a girl to get abortion."

"You're gay." Lars smirks.

"I wasn't gay at eighteen smart ass and I mean it if I was straight. I would do the same."

"So you think ...?"

"I think?" I raise a brow.

"I mean, who is in the wrong? Your mom or dad?"

"Both, but mom was older. She should have been the adult. And I don't understand why she kept Atila as a second.

Claude clearly didn't want me, why would he want Atila. And how did she manage to get pregnant by the same man twice?"

"Maybe on purpose?" Lars shrugs, "Listen, we will never know now. The only person who has the answers is your mom and she literally took them to her grave."

"I know. Gosh, I so want to ask her now. But I've been asking her for since six years old till twenty one years old.

She never told me."

"Maybe she realized over the time, that she wasn't innocent either."

"Hm, yeah, true." I nod. "never mind. I don't want to think about it anymore. He made it very clear he doesn't want to be a father and ... I don't feel a bond to someone I've never seen."

"I get it."

"So, let's close the deal."

"But you can still see him."

"Hm, I'll text him here and there." I shrug.

"You were really hot the other day. At the office." He kisses my neck and shoulder.

"Me walking around was hot?"

"Very much."

"Aren't you being over dramatic, Lars."

"It's not my fault I have a hot boyfriend." I blush.

"Well, ... I'll be uglier then?"

"Idiot." He turns me around and kisses me.

"Mnhg. Brush your teeth." I scold him.

"Wow, ordering me in my own house. How misbehaving."

I lower my head. "I didn't mean it baby." He rubs my curls. He brushes the teeth and then kisses me again. He's quite affectionate.

"Atila is begging me to move in here." I say suddenly.

"So? What's the issues?" Lars tilts his head.

"Hm ... me." I answer nonchalantly.

"Don't say that. You are not an issues. If you don't want to, don't. But if you decide you do, you can.

I told you I want this house for my future family." I'm his family.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." I pout.