* WARNING : Language may be offensive to some… please do not read if you’re easily offended. *
Fuck me!! I should know better than to go out and tie one on especially when I am in a strange place and in a bit of a foul mood to start with. At least I had Romy’s Dad with me and Fnor which made it a little bit okay, however, I know how the fuck I get when I’m loaded. I know that I didn’t do anything that I should be upset about…like going off with some woman or something, which might have been the case before I started living with Romy.
I know that I had the worst headache of my life when I woke up and felt like I had a bunch of Pandaren running through my mouth with their boots on. You know fucking feeling of dry mouth, furry tongue and feeling like you’ve eaten something you shouldn’t? I know that my breathe could have knocked dragons out of the sky because I could even notice it.
What the fuck were we drinking? I know that Fnor and I decided that we would try out some of the local brews and that’s where we made our first mistake. I don’t know who is doing the brewing, however, I know that I am going to be brushing my teeth for days to get that scummy feeling off of them. I know that I have had liquor from all over Azeroth and I have probably had quite a few drinks that weren’t exactly legal or the best, however, I don’t think that I have ever had the feeling that I may have eaten someone’s boots while I was drunk though. I think the closest that I have come to barfing in my life was from some beer that had gone bad that we had high jacked coming out of IF a long long time ago. At least we learned not to take booze coming from that area because they were probably sending it out to be disposed of – you know, like burning it or something?
So, let’s just fucking say that I didn’t exactly start out the New Year the way that I hoped that I would. I know that my troops here in the Garrison have been kind of avoiding me a little bit and that’s okay because I know that I can get to be rather belligerent sometimes when I’ve been drinking, depending at what my mood was like before I started imbibing. At least Romy’s Dad was here and he apparently has been running the place while I was recovering. It has never taken me this long to get over a drunk, that’s why I am thinking that we probably drank embalming fluid or something, I feel like I damned near fucking died. As a side note, Romy’s Dad made sure that Fnor got home and I was in no condition of making sure of that myself – he made sure I made it back too, nice fellow. Good thing he is a Death Knight because he was going drink for drink with us there for a while, however, it doesn’t affect those fellows the same way it does mere mortals.
At least I can look back on this Winter Veil with some good feelings to mix in with the bad. The good being that I know that Romy got the gifts that I sent to her and little Mirrin in Halfhill and I also got the news that I am going to be a Daddy again. I was so over the moon with joy with that news!! Mirrin will have a baby brother or sister!! I also know that with Romy being pregnant, she won’t have to report in for duty and come to Draenor , as much as I would love to see her, I am happier knowing that she is out of harm’s way and will be at the farm with both kids – the one not born yet and Mirrin.
I know that when I first got the news I was thrilled to death and then I was unhappy because I won’t be there with Romy to help her with things. I know she had a terrible time with her pregnancy with Mirrin, however, that had a lot to do with her injuries that she had prior to the time that we found out she was with child and the drugs that were given to her. I know that we were both worried sick about what might happen to the baby and that added to the problems that could come along with it.
I know that part of me is thrilled beyond belief at the prospects of having another child and part of me is very resentful that I will not be there for most of the pregnancy due to my duties here in Draenor too. One of the things that they failed to tell you when you took the duty in Draenor is how difficult it is to make the transition or travel back to our own Azeroth. It’s not like I just head out on my mount and hit a portal somewhere and get “home” again – you have to make arrangements and pay through the nose to do it. I know that I am going to be making some arrangements to get home soon though because I want to make sure that things are going okay for Romy and the children.
Yes, I am sitting here with a big assed grin on my face because I am going to be a Father again. I mean it’s not like a fellow can’t do that sort of thing, however, for someone like me that has never really had a family, it’s something that I am going to enjoy as much as I can. Maybe when I get home this time, Romy will have the time to get away from things and we can finally get married. I don’t want my children growing up with the stigma that I did.