Dawson stared off into space. “You know, I always thought I'd be a father one day. Even after I lost my son, I figured it would happen. I’d meet somebody, get married again, have that whole white picket fence lifestyle. I used to imagine those fun Christmas mornings with all of us in matching pajamas, hair all messed up, while we opened presents.”
“That sounds nice. What's holding you back from having all of that?”
“I don't know. My life isn't quite what I thought it would be at this stage. Why did I have to meet Julie so late in life? Can you imagine the amazing family we could've built together?”
Janine reached over and squeezed his hand. “It's not too late. Y'all aren’t eighty year old people at the nursing home, Dawson. You're both in your forties. And they say forty is the new twenty.”
Dawson laughed. “Trust me, forty is not the new twenty. When I get up in the morning, everything has started to crack and now I make this grunting noise when I stand up.”
Janine laughed. “You know, if you want to marry my sister, you have my blessing.”
He smiled. “Oh, I want to marry your sister. I just don't think she wants to marry me.”
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