“But mom…I had a bit much to drink and well…she wasn’t on birth control! How was I suppose to know? It’s not my fault!”
Jenny looked at her son who was now 25 years of age, not a baby anymore but sometimes did not have the sense to come out of the rain.
“It’s time for you to put on your big boy pants and step it up. No more excuses.”
“But mom…” Greg stammered.
“No more butts son…You think she got this way all by herself? All the excuses in the world will not change what is now. What is done is done! Now… you are going to take responsibility for this baby!”
Greg was confused, perplexed, scared; never in a million years did he think he would get a girl pregnant. He was only out for a good time. He should have used protection!
Shoulda, woulda, coulda, now it was a little too late, he thought to himself.
“Mom, what am I supposed to do?”
Jenny looked Greg square in the eyes, not mixing any words.
“You are going to take the pacifier out of your mouth, cut the apron strings, and do what is right. This baby is coming whether you are ready or not to be a father. He or she did not ask to come into this world so you are going to be the best father you can be!”
Greg felt distraught, somewhat lost, he was not ready to be a father.
He put the blue hospital gown on and walked into the delivery room. The labor that took hours had now come down to only a few minutes.
What do you say to a woman that was only a one night stand, who is now having your baby? How do you comfort a stranger? This was not the way it should have been.
Greg was startled when the cries of a baby woke him up from his nine months of a self-induced stupor.
There lay a perfectly formed little human, which carried his DNA, had his dark hair, and all ten fingers and toes intact.
“Its a boy, congratulations,” Dr. Smith said, handing the baby to Greg.
A boy, my son, Greg thought nervously.
Greg looked over at the woman who had carried his son for nine months, not even knowing her middle name nor her favorite color. A strange feeling to have a baby with someone you barely know.
The doctor could tell this was not the ideal situation as he had seen it all before but he had seen worse, having witnessed women having babies without knowing who the father was and going through labor all alone only to hand over their babies to strangers.
“I hope you both will do right by him,” said Dr. Smith, looking over to the mom who looked as lost as Greg.
The tiny baby curled its fingers around Greg’s finger ever so tightly, when suddenly a revelation manifested for the first time within Greg’s heart.
I have a son, I really have a son.