Everything in my life has been leading up to this,” he whispered. “Everything that’s happened, everything I’ve done has been worth it because it’s brought me here.
All babies look like Alfred Hitchcock. Or Winston Churchill.
He wanted Eden, and he wanted Pinkie, but mostly he wanted Eden, because together they could make their own Pinkie.
So where’s my hug.
Um,′ he said, because she was smiling at him and he was an idiot.