I suppose you could call her an accident. She wasn't really planned for and
she wasn't exactly welcome. She was the first of my offspring and she was
the last thing I needed. Her soft downy hair fell in wisps around her head
and her eyes shone with new life and as I looked at her tiny beautiful
face, a pit of dread formed in my stomach. Her mother, Alexis smiled coldly
at me as she set the baby basket down on the front porch. I looked to
Alexis with disbelief and shook my head.
"Where are you going?" I croaked pathetically.
"She's yours now Wyatt. I'm through with your damn messes. I didn't do this to myself and I can't deal with being a parent. I'm sixteen and you did this to me! Well she's yours now. Name her whatever you want. I've been calling her Barbra, it means stranger. That's what she is to me," she said in a huff and then hopped into the car that her father had bought her and sped away. I picked up the baby basket and walked slowly into the house. I counted backwards to decide when the baby had been born. Nine months almost a week before had been the fourth of July and under the light of fireworks I had lost my innocents with Alexis. I hadn't seen her since. The baby started whimpering and I set her basket down on the floor in the living room and collapsed onto the couch. I placed my head in my hands and closed my eyes. I heard foot falls enter the room.
"Whose baby is that Wyatt?" Mom asked me. I raised my head slowly and looked into her eyes. I started to feel my eyes water.
"Mine," I whispered. Mom looked at me with shock.
"You didn't tell me that Reilly was pregnant!" she yelled loudly. I shook my head.
"She's not Reilly's mom.oh God! What am I going to tell Reilly?" I said as tears fell down my cheeks. My girlfriend of almost a year would know that I had cheated on her and dump me for sure.
"Who is her mother Wyatt?" mom asked sternly.
"This girl I met on the fourth of July. Her name is Alexis, I think she lives with her mom in Florida, but she visits her dad here every now and then," I explained.
"Oh.well then, what's her name?" Mom asked, still sounding stern, but now staring at my daughter.
"I think she called her Barbra.ech! I hate that name, she said it means stranger. I think I'll call her Olivia," I said drifting into thought.
"Oh no, you're not naming her. You can't have a child Wyatt, you're seventeen!" Mom yelled. Then Olivia hiccupped and a small orb floated into the air. Mom bit her lip.
"Uh oh," she said.
To Be Continued.
"Where are you going?" I croaked pathetically.
"She's yours now Wyatt. I'm through with your damn messes. I didn't do this to myself and I can't deal with being a parent. I'm sixteen and you did this to me! Well she's yours now. Name her whatever you want. I've been calling her Barbra, it means stranger. That's what she is to me," she said in a huff and then hopped into the car that her father had bought her and sped away. I picked up the baby basket and walked slowly into the house. I counted backwards to decide when the baby had been born. Nine months almost a week before had been the fourth of July and under the light of fireworks I had lost my innocents with Alexis. I hadn't seen her since. The baby started whimpering and I set her basket down on the floor in the living room and collapsed onto the couch. I placed my head in my hands and closed my eyes. I heard foot falls enter the room.
"Whose baby is that Wyatt?" Mom asked me. I raised my head slowly and looked into her eyes. I started to feel my eyes water.
"Mine," I whispered. Mom looked at me with shock.
"You didn't tell me that Reilly was pregnant!" she yelled loudly. I shook my head.
"She's not Reilly's mom.oh God! What am I going to tell Reilly?" I said as tears fell down my cheeks. My girlfriend of almost a year would know that I had cheated on her and dump me for sure.
"Who is her mother Wyatt?" mom asked sternly.
"This girl I met on the fourth of July. Her name is Alexis, I think she lives with her mom in Florida, but she visits her dad here every now and then," I explained.
"Oh.well then, what's her name?" Mom asked, still sounding stern, but now staring at my daughter.
"I think she called her Barbra.ech! I hate that name, she said it means stranger. I think I'll call her Olivia," I said drifting into thought.
"Oh no, you're not naming her. You can't have a child Wyatt, you're seventeen!" Mom yelled. Then Olivia hiccupped and a small orb floated into the air. Mom bit her lip.
"Uh oh," she said.
To Be Continued.