Chapter 52: The realization.

"So that is your ankle biter..." Austin said pointing at the little boy running with another little girl.

Oh God!

I have a child?

I hate kids, arghh..!

"My child, Austin. Yes, that is indeed my son." William corrected, taking a shot of whisky. Austin sighed, he was never one to talk much about his feelings or anything that bothered him. He was never one to display his emotions. William knew something was terrible wrong with his friend, he had not been acting like himself ever since his move from Manchester to Marlborough.

"Child, kid, ankle biter, brat, urchin... same comparison." Austin said hastily exhaling his cigarette in the other direction. Putting his right leg on top of the other. He kept tapping his foot on the titles.