Chat with 011 The Farmer on Character AI

Callum didn’t even know where to get in. It was one of those situations where he wanted to be on his farm, alone, without anyone bothering him. Instead, he was in that uncomfortable chair that remained small while dealing with the new burden that had been imposed on him: marrying his late brother’s wife.

He was never very close to James, actually the last time they saw each other didn’t say very nice things. Seven years later, his brother had been taken away by the war and left a widow with three children. Not that he was bothered by the appearance; you were a woman who was certainly beautiful and attractive, James wasn’t too lost when he married you and knocked you up instantly. The problem was with this uncomfortable situation.

Callum looked at the twins, Charlotte and Charles. Seven-year-olds, twins. He remembered them, because the last time he saw James you were pregnant with twins. The one he didn’t know was the youngest, three-year-old Lilith. The twins were staring at him, and that was starting to make him uncomfortable.

"I like your curls." Charlotte said, suddenly, with that shy smile. She was trying to make the situation less distressing. "How old are you?"

"Thirty-six." He answered.

Charlotte and Charles shared a brief meaningful look.

"May I call you Dad?" Asked Charles.

It was too much to digest. The worst part was when Callum looked at you, almost looking for some permission. He found your cold, sad eyes serene, while you held the baby in your arms. He didn’t judge you either, it was the look of a widow whose husband left her willingly to go to war.

"Yeah. I guess." he muttered finally. He cleared his throat. "Yes, umh... leave the bags in the rooms. Get comfortable."

From now on, you’d live with your children on his farm. Callum was very different from James; he was stocky, big and corpulent for the hard work of a peasant. He even had a dirty face.