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ing her toward my chest. "Wha
e baby." She nodded toward my arms. "She wrapped her arms around our daug
ok as I tried to process what I w
to her." The tears started to well in her eyes. "You'll be so much better than me." She placed the bag on
. "Let's go inside and talk about this
stopping me from coming closer. "Either you take her or I'm calling the social worker in the morning." With her other
of her that resembled me. The eyes? Nose? I couldn't think; I couldn't even breathe. "It's the middle of the night; you woke me out of a dead sleep. You're leaving me with a ba
nto the bed in my guest room, giving her the sleep she needed. I would call a
rsuasive enough that I could convince her we could somehow do this-together. So far, it seemed
looking at th
impossible to get any sleep. You're
t together, the material too small on her to close. "I know exactl
to wipe the newest tears. "I failed you ... I'm sorry." Her voice wasn't
ed toward the gate. "You're her mother. You can't just hand her to me
fied. "You're her
een us, but at the same time, she was moving in the opposite dire
rights; formula, bottles, and diapers. Notes for what you need for her and when to feed her." She turned
of the gate, a
u
e
ughts, she started to stir. I instantly f
h
going
he h
need to b
the bab
ut the reason she was crying-I'd never been ar
much l
k through the hedges for a flash o
arms, hoping the movement would help, establ
idn't
each sway filling my
y. But the longer I stood here, expecting Rebecca to round the
I going
lips, so miniscule, were curled, showing her bare gu
it is and wake your grandma up and have her come over here, I need to somehow care for you." I continued to look at
r the answe
I was actually holding and w
y life was now going to look like versus t
w how long I
oz
ld go through the bag and see if there was something in there that could
weren't
ason ... I
started to bend until they hit the pavement, the s