He didn't understand what he had done to her, but he would by the time she was finished. He sat on the sofa as she paced back and forth ranting to him. She was going on and on about responsibilities and taking things seriously. In his head he ran though all the possible things he could've done. Did he forget to take the trash out? No, this was bigger than that. He watched her pacing, ranting and complaining, and he wondered if she would just tell him what was wrong. No such luck. She just kept scolding. Trying to piece it together for himself he glanced around their small apartment. Suddenly he understood. He stood up and crossed the room, placing his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.
"I'm so sorry I left the milk out again. I forgot."
She smiled a little, "It better not happen again."
"I'll try my best."
Monday, April 20, 2015
Friday, April 17, 2015
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."
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."
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Fairy Photo Shoot
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