I'se didn't know I'se was gonna be's a motha until he came. This screamin ball o' blood, an hair. Gawd he was so hairy… what's this I'se speak of? It's me baby boi. Me unplanned baby boi. Only in exsistence because of DA INCIDENT. I'se was violated cuzza Oscar Delancey 'bushin me's in broad daylight. It was tre'matic, 'nuff. Now I'se had a son an' didn't know what ta do with 'im. I'se didn't realize I'se was in labor 'til da 'tractions hit windin me's. I'se is only sixteen, an this type o' pain was too much ta bear. That day I'se spent in me 'partment Davey an I'se shared on Murray Street, in pain. I'se was pantin when Davey was leavin ta goes out an sell some papes ta pay da rent an' groceries. He looked worried, and said he was gonna go get Butta fingas an Smalls fa me's. I'se was grateful fa 'is worryin., relaxin on da pillows. Each jolt o' pain woise then da last. When Butta fingas finally came, I was tad a point o' screamin. Butta fingas saw da blood first. I'se had a glimma o' what was happenin. I'se had something ta do with a baby.

"AN PUSH!" Butta Fingas coaxes me's. I'se knows fa sure it's a baby. I'se knew who's baby it 'actly was. I'se is more then mad. No. I'se is livid with rage! How dare Oscar vialate me's like that, an then again, an get me's pregnant. I'se is planning on what I'se is gonna do with this thing afta this is all ova. I'se decides it must go to da Orph'nage. With one final push he comes screamin life inta 'is lungs. All bloody. I 'se all da hair on 'is head, an watch as Butta fingas snips da 'bullical cord. She dres 'im off, an hands 'im ta me's. I'se look down at 'im. I'se realize half o' 'im is me's and da otha half is.. 'im.. I'se kiss 'is lil head, an name 'im. I'se decide that I'se is gonna name 'im Andrew Eric. I'se don't know if I'se is gonna keep 'im or not, when Davey Walks in.

Davey's POV

I'se walks inta da 'partment. I'se was worried bout Sketch. She looked ta be in a lot o' pain earlier. I'se walk inta our 'partment. Butta fingas looks frazzled. I'se is instantly woirred. "Is she still 'live?" I'se ask Butta fingas. She's cryin. I'se fear fad a woist. Luckily da woist 'nt what I'se 'pected. "No, she fine.. you just.. GO LOOK OKAY?!" I'se walk inta da bed room. I'se first sees blood. Lots o' blood then I'se see 'er. She's glowerin down at a baby. I'se is in shock! "That ain;t me baby is it Sketch?" I'se is hurt, how dare she go 'round me back an do something this stupid. She looks up at me an frowns. "No it's Oscar's baby. From That night." I'se slap meself. How dense Is I'se? O' course it's Oscar's baby1 That was ova nine months ago! Poifect time fa a baby ta form! I'se walk ova ta 'er. She's covered in sweat. She holds da baby in 'er arms. Now what is we's gonna do?