Chapter 8. The Pressure at Home

“Look, son. It’s not like I could snap my fingers and a woman would appear in front of me, one who would be good enough to be a mother to you two. What you’re asking for is difficult. Where will I find a woman who would love you and agree to be your mom in just 5 days?” 

“It is difficult, I know, Dad, but it’s not impossible. You’re handsome, young, and healthy right now. After another twenty years, when neither granny and granddad nor we would be there with you, how would you live alone? You need a friend, Dad just like we need a Mom. Please try harder now. You’ll be happy later. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to live anywhere in peace knowing that our dad is all alone somewhere,” said Maddox. 

Gilbert stared at his youthful face with concern. It surprised him that his nine-year-old thought so much about him. 

“He is right, son,” said his dad. 

“Yes, I completely agree with Maddox on this,” said his mom. 

“Me too,” said Margare