I wasn't keen on being a father at all and avoided my girlfriend whenever she got broody. That was until she started telling me stories.
She told me stories every night for two hundred and seventy nights. That wasn't the number of stories though and the night always ended on some kind of cliffhanger. I ended up spending more time with her rather than running away as I didn't want to miss the next bit.
After the two hundred and seventieth night she gave birth to our baby. Her stories were so absorbing it took me by surprise completely!
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