Leigh knew it was unfair what he was doing to her. He didn't want her to be upset at him, so maybe agreeing to have children would calm her down a bit. But, really he wanted to know about his child. Did the woman abort the child, keep it, put it up for adoption what? With your mood now, he knew it wasn't good to ask about trying to get in contact with his former  lover  and find out. Yet, he tried to find her before and no clues  of where she was in sight. She  probably changed her name most likely. Maybe  it was best to put the past in the past and leave it there.<br/>"If you want children, we shall have them. Oh Christine...I should of told you this much sooner than I did. I am willing to have a chat now, if you are up to it. I know you must have  a lot of things  on your mind. Don't be afraid to say what you have on your mind. Even if you yell at me. Right now, I feel I deserve you yelling at  me."<br/>He  nods, sighing a bit.<br/>"Yes  a meal sounds  great. But...what  I heard...it  doesn't seem like something  that would be said in normal conversation. It was a bit weird. What is  going on with me? Am I losing my mind?"<br/>He looked into the fridge.<br/>"Don't worry, you shouldn't be cooking right now with how you are feeling. I will cook you something. What would you like?"<br/>As he glanced at  the stuff  in the fridge, he saw  something that  really shouldn't be  there. He tried to just ignore it, dismissing it as a  figment  of stress. He wasn't sure he liked  what  was  going on with him right now. Seeing things, hearing things. What was  next?  He took several deep breaths, closing his eyes hoping what  he saw  would go away. Yet, it got stranger. It seemed  to be some sort of hand  that was reach in for some misty food. Then the hand began floating towards the kitchen. He bit his lip, looking at Christine trying to see if she had some sort  of reaction to what he was  seeing. It seemed it was only him seeing strange stuff  going on. The question was, why?