“This is Christy. Tell Joe that I talked to my lawyer and since he never paid a single simoleon child support in his life, he has no standing.”
“Um, Christy? What’s going on?”
“Oh, he didn’t tell you? He called me last night and threatened to get a lawyer involved if I didn’t immediately hand over Timothy to him!”
“…”
“Komei?”
“I see.”
Promotion!
Komei’s barely set foot into the house when the phone rings…
“Hello?”
On Monday morning, Komei heads off to work, while Joe still has enough time to catch up on his favourite tv show before heading to work himself.
Idyllic family life. Polly is still alive and kicking, as well (yay, me!).
While Komei is busy skilling upstairs, Joe has a very important phone call to make…
“Well, I am his father!… You had him for six years!… Well, I want to be there for him now… This has nothing to do with- No, you listen!… You know what, you’ll hear from my lawyer!”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Things.”
“What ‘things’?”
“Well, now that you no longer sleep upstairs…”
“Yes?”
“We could turn the spare bedroom into a nursery.”
“You want children?”
“Why not?”
“You just didn’t strike me as someone who wants to be a father.”
“I guess I’m full of surprises.”
Lazy Sundays are the best.
The wedding preparations are in full swing- although they don’t always agree on things like flower bouquets and stuff like that.
Meanwhile, over at Komei Tellerman’s and Joe Carr’s house, things are back to normal.
Good night, Harrises (???). See you next round.
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