Best day ever, the day my twins were born. A million emotions away from where I am now.
The days were short when they were born. A chill still mingling with the sun as the sweet new grasses stood defiant of the nearly frozen dew that clung incessantly to their thick skins every morning.
“Billie Jean is not my lover-Some dead pedo-
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son”
Now the days are short again the chill of the harvest season pushing away the soft warm evenings of summer. The doctor said me and the wife got a case of superfecundation that’s where when the missus was first infected with my sperm the milk man swooped in and planted his seed in her woman parts with my man milk.
- another term for superfetation.
So now I guess I gotta get a second shift at the mill. Working the moist pungent lumber of the local hardwood trees into the smooth hard planks that make up the bulk of our GDP and are exported far and wide to lands I may never see.
One thing I did see was this news report on a person going through the same situation as me and the wife.
Insert video of lady that made babies at the same time with two different guys then had one guy raise both kids as his.
So what do you say in the land of the greatoutdoors. Is superfecundation making this nation grate?