I Promise

"A boy needs his father!" I practically screamed into the phone. I glanced down at my sweet angelic baby, he has no idea how cruel the world truly is.
I had finally gotten up the courage to tell his father about him. I met him last summer. It was just a fling, I never thought anything would happen, I should've been more careful. It's been two months since my little angel was born. That makes a total of eight months I've put off telling his father, and he wasn't taking it very well.
"This is not my responsibility! You can't just tell me I have a son and expect me to just jump in and fawn over him!"
"And why not? You did this! He is partly your responsibility!" I was just about ready to scream.
"I'm not just going to drop everything to take care of a baby that you can't even prove is mine!"
"You know what? I don't need your help! This is more of a courtesy call. You know, 'you have a baby, maybe you want to grow up!' But I don't need your help, I can take care of him by myself!" I hung up my phone and threw it on my bed. I looked down at my baby boy, tears welling up in my eyes. Scooping up my child I held him close against my chest and burst into tears.
I curled up in my bed, holding, my sweet baby, "I'll take care of you," I whispered to him, playing with his little fingers, "I promise."