A/N: My first attempt at poetry fan fiction, So I hope it's ok.
Baby Andrew
***
It's too soon, he had just fallen in love.
He did not need this,
Did not want this.
They were just seventeen,
Much, much too young.
But, he could not say no to those sparkling blue eyes,
Melting his heart when ever he saw them.
Val wanted it, so he said yes and,
Kept his true feelings a secret.
He did not want to be a dad.
The elder Connell had not been a good father.
Self-absorbed and a workaholic.
Could Tyler be any better?
When Andrew Michael Connell was born was not the most happiest day of his life.
For that day was the day of Val's death,
The death of the only woman he had ever loved,
The mother of a baby he did not want.
This time Andrew's sparkling blue eyes did not soothe Tyler,
But pierced them instead.
Weren't mother's not suppose to die in childbirth anymore?
Tyler could not understand why Val had died,
The medicinal crap meant nothing to him.
His love was dead.
Val would have been happy with Andrew, their son.
Val would have taken care of him.
Tyler stool by her coffin with his baby in his arms,
Hating him for killing his mother.
It was months later when Tyler looked at him again,
Really looked at him.
His anger resolved,
And he began to love Andrew.
What other choice did he have?
Andrew was his, he had made him,
So beautiful, beautiful like Val.
He regretted what he had done-felt.
How could he have not wanted or love his son?
****
A/N: What do u think?
Baby Andrew
***
It's too soon, he had just fallen in love.
He did not need this,
Did not want this.
They were just seventeen,
Much, much too young.
But, he could not say no to those sparkling blue eyes,
Melting his heart when ever he saw them.
Val wanted it, so he said yes and,
Kept his true feelings a secret.
He did not want to be a dad.
The elder Connell had not been a good father.
Self-absorbed and a workaholic.
Could Tyler be any better?
When Andrew Michael Connell was born was not the most happiest day of his life.
For that day was the day of Val's death,
The death of the only woman he had ever loved,
The mother of a baby he did not want.
This time Andrew's sparkling blue eyes did not soothe Tyler,
But pierced them instead.
Weren't mother's not suppose to die in childbirth anymore?
Tyler could not understand why Val had died,
The medicinal crap meant nothing to him.
His love was dead.
Val would have been happy with Andrew, their son.
Val would have taken care of him.
Tyler stool by her coffin with his baby in his arms,
Hating him for killing his mother.
It was months later when Tyler looked at him again,
Really looked at him.
His anger resolved,
And he began to love Andrew.
What other choice did he have?
Andrew was his, he had made him,
So beautiful, beautiful like Val.
He regretted what he had done-felt.
How could he have not wanted or love his son?
****
A/N: What do u think?
