It's all been kicking off here, let me tell you! I'll start at the beginning when my beautiful little boy grew up into a proper kid! He's looking a lot like his daddy but I don't know where that gorgeous brown hair is coming from, both me and Leighton have black hair. He gained a new trait of course, this time it's easily impressed.
Almost as soon as he'd aged up he took himself off to the art gallery, being the artistic sort, he had a great time and by the time he got back, he'd decided on his lifetime wish! He wants to Master the Arts, be level 10 in guitar skill and level 10 in painting. We bought him an easel to get him started and no sooner had I built it, was he painting a picture of me! I'm not sure it's that flattering but, I love it all the same, my baby boys first piece of art. It's now up on the wall.
That night after Ben had gone to bed, Leighton came round and we chatted for a while. I realised that he barely knows Ben and that as Ben gets older, he's going to need a dad. I couldn't stop staring into Leighton's eyes as we talked and a plan formed in my head. I was going to make things right.
I got down on one knee, slipped off my stolen ring and proposed to Leighton. He said 'yes' and we got married right there and then in my little shack of a house. I couldn't believe I'd done it but I was over the moon. My boy had his father and I had a partner. It was settled, everything had started to work out just fine.