Frederick nodded in understanding, he would not mention a doctor to Jenny for now. Only when it gets worse... was such a thing even possible. Maybe he should be more like the modern men, telling their wives what to do and how to do it. It surrely would make things easy... if he had a easy wife. He took a sip thinking of the things she would do to him, the pain she would bestow upon him if he was to ever threat her as how women were these days. It made him rather proud of his wife, he needed someone that would push back, someone that did not take his shit so very easily.
Frederick laughed "My mother ate so many strawberry's while pregnant with Eric, that my father blamed her for the red hair. Where he gets his lenght from.. I do not know, none of my family members are as tall as he is. My mother loved blackberries while she was expecting me, I guess that explains my black hair..." Frederick said as he gestured towards the curly mess upon his head... he really needed to see a barber. "I do not understand those strange cravings though. I have heard the stranges story's. Pickles and sour cream, fish with chocolate..." he looked at John and nodded "Not even joking there. We had a very good costumer on that poor father, buying chocolate every single day to keep his wife at peace. He feared she would have his head for her next mail if he did not serve her what she wished for." Frederick said laughing.
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