"I don't know completely. Part of me never thought the baby would be mine, and part of me liked the idea. Yeah, I wish the circumstances were different, but I want a family. I want to be the kind of dad everyone says James Potter was or would be. That part terrifies me, too. But I worry I won't ever be able to trust someone enough to let them into my life enough to have kids." He placed several outfits into the cart. "Heh, look at how cute these tiny socks are." He showed her socks that looked like different kinds of shoes. He put two of every variation in the cart. "The worst part of this whole mess is that I remember adoring both of them. They were among my first friends. I don't know what's real anymore. This might be my only chance at kids." He held his hand up to hold off her protests. "Britta says she's good with going slow, with knowing I have trust issues. But what if it takes too long? What if she gets tired of waiting, tired of the questions?"