Chapter Four: I Don’t Know How To Love HimAlex dedicated herself to painting and trying to woo Gladsten, who remained frustratingly immune to romantic gestures. They were best friends and there was clear attraction, but try as she might, it just never developed into love. She wanted him – bad - but time was growing short… He was so much older than her. Even if she won him, she could not count on having him long and they would have to work quick to have babies, which she would likely have to raise by herself.
Alex threw herself into dating.
There was one glorious, epic date Alex would remember forever… Gladsten came over and they skated together by moonlight on the pond for hours.
Gladsten loved the house and didn’t mind the rough accommodations, so Alex invited him to spend the night. As friends, of course.
He stayed all the next day as well and they had so much fun that when the sun set, they suddenly realized it was the full moon and they were surrounded by zombies. Alex locked the doors quickly and insisted that Gladsten stay another night, just to be safe. It was terribly romantic being under siege, with nothing to do except pass the time of day together. Mostly they danced…
Unfortunately, even after two romantic days together no real progress had been made in the relationship. More days flew by with scant results on all fronts – romance, skills, work, etc. Alex began to despair. She had always assumed she would join Law Enforcement, but with all the upcoming responsibilities of family and skill building, she just couldn't realistically see herself successfully climbing that ladder. And she needed money - a lot of money - to finish the house, to invest in properties, etc. So she decided to focus her efforts on writing instead. She had always wanted to be an author and while it seemed like a bit of a cop-out to switch to an easier profession, it would allow her to work from home and was an achievable goal. She could write about her family and the rebuilding of the house. Later, about childrearing. She sat down to start the next day.
Then things started to go horribly wrong… On the first snow of Winter Gladsten aged up to elder, dashing any hope Alex could make starting a family with him work. Another night spent weeping over a pint of Hagen Das. She thought it over and the next day she invited Gladsten over to tell him that her life path just couldn't include him in it.
She couldn’t do it. Before she could stop herself, she was throwing herself at him and taking him to her (recently purchased) bed.
She didn't care. She didn't care! And when they had exhausted themselves and fell asleep, she knew deep inside that she was pregnant.
The night after Alex discovered she was definitely pregnant, she dreamed of Gladsten. She couldn’t wait until she could convince him to marry her.
The next few days went fast… Alex was so busy with wooing Gladsten, writing, and reading baby books, there still hadn't been a chance to talk about marriage. And then she was in labor…
She wanted to have this baby at home. This home that she was so painstakingly restoring and would be the heart of the legacy she was creating. She wanted the baby to have an extra special bond with it and know that its life had started here. And please, please let it be a girl…
It was a boy. She named it Bartholomew.