He was the epitome of uncertainty, shifting heedlessly between two extremes—caring and uncaring. One minute he was showering her with affection, the next he was regarding her as if she were some foreign object.
He said the thought of parenthood left him unsure, feeling helpless. Some days he was elated that she was pregnant. Some days he seemed to resent her. He never had much of a relationship with his father, and he didn't know what he had to offer a child of his own.
He said he wasn't sure of his place in the "grand scheme of things." How could he be sure he wouldn't repeat the sins of his father. An uncaring father. A child who'd grow to resent him. It was a vicious cycle waiting to repeat itself.
"But you do care. Don't you?" she asked.
And he didn't speak at all.
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Author's Notes: Yes, I know these chapters are short. They're drabbles, meant to be consumed in bite size portions. ;) Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.