I nod and take his face in my hands, "That's why I hadn't told you. But...when we were thinking of having kids...I had to. And when we got this close. I don't want to live forever, and then, have the greif of you dead the rest of my immortal life."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. — JRR Tolkien
