Becoming Normal

The food arrives, and I bring it up to Harley. "How much food did you order?" I ask. Harley smiles. "Sorry, I didn't know what I wanted, so I got everything," she said. I nod and sit down and yawn. "You not mad," Harley said. I look: "No, of course not. I want you to eat, Harley," I said. Harley eats and smiles. I watch her eat while glancing at the paper. "What do you normally do?" Harley asks. I look. "Fuck and kill people," I said bluntly. Harley knees me in the stomach "Only person your fucking is me," she said. I nod. "You made that clear," I said, grabbing her knee. "Finish eating," I said. Harley nods. "Thanks," she said. I nod. "Listen, Harley, I haven't been in a real relationship in three centuries, but having you next to me, having someone next to me, I just," I said. Harley crawled over to me and hugged me tightly. "Let me finish," I said. Harley backs up to let me finish. I rub the back of my neck and light a smoke. "Having you in my life being around all the time, I thought I would hate it, but I don't want you to leave," I said. Harley smiles. "We can get married and have kids," she said. My eyes widen, and I back up. Harley cocks her head. "You don't want kids," she asks. I take a deep breath. "I never liked the thought of bringing kids into this world," I said. Harley looked like I just shot her dog in front of her. "Oh, okay," she said and sat on the bed. Fucking hell, women fuck don't look like that, not that fucking face. I sat in my armchair feeling like a prick for the first time in my life. Harley got up and walked over to me, got between my legs, and took my face in her hands. "Ambrose, look at me," she said in the sweetest tone. I looked at her, seeing her eyes and the pain I just inflicted. I couldn't stomach it. What the fuck is wrong with me? What had she done to me? Harley kisses me with love and understanding, something I was not used to. I pull her to me, kissing back, holding her close. I rest my head on her chest, holding her. Harley was running her hands through my hair and neck. The next thing I said was words I thought I would never speak again. "I am sorry," I whispered. Harley just held me. I had her closely. Harley looks at me. "We can talk about it later," she said. I lean my head back, feeling Harley lay on me. "Harley, I am scared I will be a shitty father," I say. Harley looks at me, grabs my face, and kisses me hard. I kiss her back. "You won't. You had a rough life. I don't know what happened, but how we changed is making the children better than us," she said. I nod my head in agreement with her.