Mine
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I started this fic, literally, a year ago, and never finished it. Found it today when I was in search of something else unfinished, and figured, hey, the world needs a little more Mondler fluff, right? Right.
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The scariest thought in the entire world might be that two of the teeny, tiny people on the other side of this glass belong to me. Well, us really, but partly to me. There's a little tag on each of their beds with the name "Bing" written across it.
Crazy. Pure crazy.
See, a few years ago, staring through the nursery window at my children would have scared the life out of me. And, really, it still kind of does scare me, especially since there's two of them and not just one, which, whoa, huge surprise. But, as it turns out, a good surprise, not a bad surprise, because now we have one of each. One boy. One girl. From zero kids to two. I can't not be at least a little bit scared at that.
It's the good kind of scared, though. The nervous, butterflies in your stomach, right before something good is about to happen, kind of scared. The kind of scared on the climb up the first drop of a rollercoaster, or before a first kiss. The kind of scared I felt the moment before I quit my job in Tulsa. The kind of scared I felt when I handed the guy my credit card to buy Monica's engagement ring. The nervous/excited/scared feeling I felt in the pit of my stomach when I watched Monica walk down the aisle on our wedding day. The scared I felt when I realized that I wanted to, and was actually ready to, have kids with her.
The best kind of scared.
Once we take them home soon, we'll be leaving for a new home. That has me feeling more of that same kind of nervous/excited scared, as well as more than a little bit sad. But, it'll be okay. Because for all that we're leaving behind, a little more than a decade's worth of memories in that purple apartment, we're going to be creating so many new memories in a brand new home with these two brand-new, teeny, tiny people.
The other proud, new dad standing in front of the nursery just pointed out his brand-new baby girl and asked which one was mine. I pointed in the direction of the two that were mine.
Mine. Crazy.
Good crazy.
The best kind of crazy.
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