Chapter 52

"Yeah, my friend, I agree. But I need my babies," Zylah insisted, getting up and helping me by bringing the already empty cup to the counter." And the longer the idiots appear in my life, the harder it will be to find the ideal father. Do you think I should post it on Facebook?

"Oh, Zylah, for the love of D... Shit..." I grumbled, massaging the discomfort in my throat." You should focus on more important things than making babies.

"What can be more important than making babies?

The possible war that the Creator is planning, perhaps, I thought of saying. I repressed the words on the tip of my tongue and tried to gain some time before answering, waving to the owner of the cafeteria and giving my turn closed. Zylah followed me by storing the book in the backpack she had on her back, wrapping her body with her arms to avoid the breath of cold air that hit us. A rain seemed to be forming again on the horizon, but at least I knew it was no longer because of the fury in the skie