"Summer. Summer, wake up!" I said.
"Whassamatta?" She said, half-asleep.
"There's something you need to see!"
''What?"
"Read.''
"Hucknall?!" She replied. "That's..."
"Where one-hundreds gotta be." I finished.
"It's too early." She concluded.
"Baby. It's ten in the morning."
"Really?" She said playfully.
"No!" I said sarcastically.
Well it was true. We were having another kid. We talked funnily. I made to leave but Summer asked:
"What should we call him?"
"Adin."
"I love that name."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
I walked out and pulled my six-shooter. There was a rat running along the corridor. It lived no longer.
Eight months later...
