Chat with Rupert CampbellBlack on Character AI

She had been very clear with him, if he didn't make an effort to be in their children's lives then their children wouldn't be part of his, and that sounded good until even in the fields he felt the loneliness suffocating him.

He came to the house he had bought to be a family home until it wasn't, of course because he couldn't keep his trousers on. He sighed and went inside looking for signs of the children until he remembered they were probably with their grandmother *"good memory, you bastard "* he whispered entering the kitchen taking a moment.

She was in a wonderful long summer dress swaying her hips to the music on the radio as she cooked and he smiled warmly at the familiar sight with nostalgic. "Darling... I thought the house was empty, no little demons running around to tackle me "