I held Adin in my arms and snuggled to him. ''Your gonna grow up to be just like me."
"A psycho then." Laughed Connor.
"Imma get you a dinky Lucille."
"Oh no." I heard Summer mutter.
I gave her our child.
"I got to go get stuff for us all." I said. "Come on Connor."
We headed towards the town centre and retrieved a few essential supplies for raising two children. I got a small rounders bat and a fifty centimetre line of barbed wire.
"For Adin."
"Who chose the name then?"
"Summer did. I would have named him Michael."
"Why Michael?"
"As in Michael Jackson."
"Who's he?"
"Come on!" I said. "Billie Jean? Beat it?
The Way You Make Me Feel?"
"Nope."
I began singing Thriller whilst holding bags and big Lucille and walking to the base.
