Shawn's Mistake
Shawn Hunter was grown up now. Shawn was 25 and living in a home he shared with Angela Hunter, his wife. Their house was two stories, plus a basement. They lived downtown in Philadelphia where they had grown up along with his friends, Cory and Topanga. Cory and Topanga lived just down the street.
Topanga and Angela were both pregnant. Although they weren't sure if their babies would be boys or girls, they both prayed for baby girls.
Shawn didn't care if his baby was a boy or a girl, he just hoped he would make a good father.
Cory, Topanga, Shawn and Angela sat around a campfire in Cory and Topanga's (the Matthews') back yard. "I don't know for sure," said Topanga with a smile, "But I think that you're a girl." She looked down at her stomach, thinking pleasently about the baby inside.
"Do you have any names in mind?" Angela asked. "For either a boy or girl?"
"Well," said Topanga, "I like the name Helen." Cory's face made a disgusted look.
"No way!" he protested. "That sounds like the name of...I don't know what!"
"Cory..."
"Sorry, I just don't like the name Helen."
"Well, Cory," Angela asked curiously, "What do you want to call the baby if it's a girl?"
"Well," Cory started, "Me and Topanga agreed on one name."
"Cassy," Topanga said cheerfully.
"That's a nice name," Shawn commented. "Tell them what our names were, Angela."
"If it's a girl," Angela told them, "We want to name her Sierra."
Topanga raised her eyebrows. "Why couldn't we come up with a name as nice as that one? Hmmm...because SOMEBODY didn't agree on ANY of my suggestions."
"Hey!" Cory argued.
"Well, I like Cassy. I guess it really makes no difference what you name your baby, it's all about how you raise him or her." Angela nodded in agreement.
"Are you ready to be a daddy?" Cory asked Cheerfully to Shawn.
"Of course," Shawn lied, staring into the fire.
Angela and Shawn were laying in their bed, talking, what they usually did at night. "Shawn," said Angela, "I know you're ready for it!"
"For what?" Shawn asked dis-honestly. He knew what she was talking about.
"You know, Shawn. Stop pretending. Why are you so nervous? Why is this such a big deal?" Shawn sighed. He knew he had to tell her soon. He knew she was his wife, and that he should tell her everything. He took a deep breathe.
"Because I don't want to make the same mistakes my father made."
Angela was silent. They looked away. "Shawn," Angela said softly, "You will make a great father. You just have to believe in yourself."He nodded.
"Let's go to sleep."
The next morning, Shawn woke up and took a shower. He got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning hunny," he said, kissing his wife.
"Hey sugar," she said while putting his plate of breakfast on the table.
"Ooooh..." he smiled. "Eggs, bacon and...french toast? I thought that you hated french toast."
"Well," Angela told him, "I thought I'd make you a special treat."
"Thanks!" he said, stuffing a piece of it in his mouth. He gave her a thumbs up, to tell her it was good. "Hurry," she warned him, "Or you'll be late for work."
