In this story Dylan doesn't have OCD or it doesn't flow properly, please read and review.
A knock on the door pulled Dylan from his slumber. He hoped that it hadn't happened and that it had been a strange part of some dream that he didn't remember having. The noise came again and Dervla started barking. Dylan sat up and put a dressing gown on to cover up, as he was only wearing his boxer shorts, before he went to the door.
"Dylan." A woman, some years younger than Dylan spoke quietly. He recognised her face but he didn't know where he had seen her.
"Hello. Sorry, who are you?" Dylan spoke groggily, his body still heavy with sleep.
"I'm Sally. We met at the pub next to Holby City Hospital. Listen; there are some things that I need to explain." The young woman said as she gestured to a baby that Dylan hadn't previously noticed.
Dylan suddenly remembered who Sally was; he had slept with her on his birthday when he went to the pub, which was about 9 months ago. He thought that it couldn't be his child because that only happened in terrible TV soaps that Dylan never watched because they were too unrealistic. Nether the less Dylan stepped aside to let the young woman in, mainly because she looked cold and he didn't want her, or to baby, to become ill.
Sally sat on the only sofa on Dylan's boat. "I'm glad that I got the right boat, or it would have been even more awkward that it already is." She said, obviously very nervous.
Dylan sat next to Sally as Dervla eyed the baby in the carrier. "Yes. I don't mean to be rude but…why are you here?" It was 5:30 in the morning and Dylan needed to get to work by 7.
"Well, I'll just come right out and say this, Noah is your child." Sally motioned towards the baby. "I don't usually sleep around. And I'm unable to care for him because I suffer with depression and I don't have a lot of money. Tears began to well in Sally's eyes. "I need you to take care of our son."
Dylan was unable to speak at the term 'our son' as his thoughts wouldn't stop spinning around inside his head. He thought about how his father had left him and how he'd struggled to cope with it. He thought about the past, when he and Sam wanted to have kids. He thought about the possibility of his future involving a young child.
"Do you want to be involved at all?" Dylan questioned, hoping that he wouldn't be alone in this situation.
"Yes, but social services will take him off me if they find out that I'm his carer because I can't pay to care from him properly and my depression makes it difficult for me to even care for myself some days. I'll look after him when you're at work and can't find childcare but in the long run he needs a primary carer." Sally seemed desperate to get Noah the care and love that he needed and deserved.
"I'm not father material." Dylan was thinking out loud rather than talking to Sally but she replied anyway.
"I'll help you when and where I can, I promise."
That's where I'm leaving it for now, hope you enjoyed.
I'm going through a lot recently so I may stop writing temporarily or I may write multiple chapters before actually uploading any for New Beginnings. I'm aware that Drunk should also be updated but that may not be for a while yet.
I thought this would be an interesting story (although I should probably stop uploading things if I can't even keep on top of my existing stories) and it will be continued at a later date.
This is probably out of character for Dylan but I wanted to write it.
This is kind of inspired by the story 'Consequences' but 'thisiswhereIkeepmyfics' so I'd suggest giving that story a read as well, I love it.