: [re]gaining [un]consciousness {Tom}

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We're having a boy.

To be honest, I'm relieved. I'm not saying I wouldn't be pleased with a girl, because as long as the baby's happy, I'm happy. It's just... girls are usually a lot more money. They tend to care more about their outward appearance, therefore buying as much clothes, jewelry or makeup as they can. Boys, however, they don't want as much. Or need as much, for that matter. Girls need all of those products that I'm still confused about. Well, the only thing boys need that girls don't are condoms. And trust me, after what I went through, I would be more than glad to buy my son condoms.

We haven't decided a name yet. I think I'm going to let her decide. After all, I did this to her and she's the one birthing him. But, if I got the choice, I think I'd name him Constantine. I supposed I just always favored that name. If I could, I would swap Nyklus for Constantine. Nyklus just sounds stupid... and it's spelled funny, too. Constantine Moalkis has a nice ring to it, right? I mean, if names were like puzzle pieces, Nyklus and Moalkis just don't go together. Like pickles and ice-cream. Unless, of course, you're pregnant. Like Morgaine. I've had no problem having to fetch a whole assortment of foods, ranging from cucumbers with chocolate sauce to simple granola bars. And most of the time, it's worth it, because I know she could never down these things if she wasn't pregnant but she is.

Today, I was ordered to pick up a book on parenting. Ya' know, for when the baby actually comes out? To be honest, I'm pretty clueless about what to do. I mean, I know you have to feed the baby... but what am I supposed to feed it? And how do I change a diaper? And how long should it sleep for everyday? See? These things are the reason why I'm not mad about this. The streets are quiet, but still crowded with people. I push and shove my way through the crowd until I found myself in front of the book store. I push open the doors and feel a burst of heat hit my face. This place is not new territory for me; I've been in here plenty of times. Just never for a reason so obscene. I got to the informational area, because that's where I thought it would be, but I can't tell how the books are organized. The boy at the desk ought to know, right? "Hey, can you help me with something? I ask. It's not like he can say no.

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Books. The secret to another world. The secret worlds that Jacob goes to everyday. He needed to escape this place. This place he has known as hell. The only place he could really stand was the bookstore. Where he has worked ever since he was 16, so he worked at the bookstore for two years now. He had read almost every book in the store, except horrors. He hated horror stories. The suspense and fear scared him. They scared him because he was always alone everywhere he was. When he was home his aunt and uncle were working. At work, he is the only one there and the owner never comes in. All he knows is that his pay is mailed to the house.

Jacob had been having a normal morning. He would wake up and get dressed in a t-shirt, a pair of jeans a sweater and a pair of shoes. He had walked straight to the bookstore and had grabbed a book that he had been reading for the past few days. It was entitled, Fairytales of the past. Jacob had only started to read it because he had read every other book except horror stories. He was reading about Snow White and her adorable little seven dwarfs. He always had a unusual liking for the story. The prince charming was always his favorite character. He sat in silence reading. When am I gonna be someone's Prince Charming?

Jacob had been so caught up in his book that he hadn't heard the door open and close. He lifted his eyes from his book and saw a boy who seemed to be lost in all the section. Most people were because he set them up by author's name. Jacob watched the boy as he stumbled through the books. He had a stern look to him, almost intimidating. He had black hair. He seemed to be a career like Jacob, but Jacob only was a career because he couldn't do anything else. Jacob watched the boy with suspicious for a little bit. Rarely anyone comes into the store. Jacob looked back at his book. He continued to read, until he was interrupted by the boy from earlier.

"Hey, can you help me with something?" Jacob marked his page on his book. He got up out of his seat. He went around the counter and stood in front of the boy. He had a straight face as he stared at the boy. Jacob rose an eyebrow at him. He put on a smile. He spoke in a helpful and cheerful voice. "Sure, this is my job after all. So what can I get for you?" Jacob watched the boy carefully now. He got a better look. He was a bit shorter than Jacob. He has Green eyes with brown specks in them. It makes him want to have green eyes. They were so magnificent. He smiled at the boy. He began to walk down aisles not knowing what the boy wanted. Maybe he would recommend a book or two to him, since he did come to get a book.

Jacob made his way to his favorite books, which he had put in the corner, so people rarely look at them. He smiled at the boy. He pulled a few books off the shelf. He spoke in a interested tone. "I have some books that you may like to read. I have these books about utopia or known as perfect worlds, or some fairytales, and then I have this book about how to be a parent, for the future you know. Never know when you have to be prepared for that." Jacob smiled at the boy. Books was the best thing he was good at. He waited to see what the boy would say. Books are everyone's friend!