Kayla Hudson was the first woman Max had gotten pregnant. He stayed around the San Fransisco outskirts with her for the duration of the 9 momths. Kayla thought it was odd, why would he be so keen on a baby? Even pleading her not to abort. She had been pregnant 7 other times before, and none of the fathers even knew, she even aborted before most anyone could know.
What made this pregnancy so different? What made Max so different? Did he desire to be a father that bad? But why with her? She was known for her meth addiction, and was labeled as the town's crazy woman. She was only 20, but looked 55. She was unstable, and certanly not mother material.
"Your life, my life, our lives will be perfect once David is born." Max smiled and laid a hand on Kayla's stomach.
"How you so sure it's a boy? Kayla spits whilst flicking the butt of her Pall Mall into the oblivion that is the other side of the run down kitchen.
"I just know. And I also know he's going to be strong and healthy." Max smiles and lights up a ciggarette.
"Are ya sure bout that? I aint quit usin ya know. I don't really care bout the baby you see. The only good it gonna give me is extra food stamps ya know?"
"Kayla, I just know."
"Max, I dunno what yer doin with someone like me when you could be makin all this money doin smart people stuff."
"Because Kayla. David. David is our child, and I am not going to run out while you are carrying our child!"
"But why wouldn't you?"
"Because, Kayla. That's not the kind of guy I am. I laid down to make a child, I should be able to stand up and take care of it."
"Well if that's truly how ya feel, when this thing is outta me, you can take him. I don't want no baby!"
Max smiled to himself. That was exactly his plan.
"But Kayla, wouldn't you rather a nice family life?"
"I aint wanna be no God Damn momma!"
Two hours later, Kayla was laying in a hospital bed, being instructed to push.
Three hours after that, Max was handed a surprisingly healthy baby boy with piercing blue eyes and platinum blond hair. He weighed in at 8 whole pounds, and was on the long side. He got his mother's height, and an equal combination of looks.
As Max took the baby boy back to his home, Kayla was shipped off to prision.
Max's plan was finally moving forward, and he had the first piece he needed in his hands, wrapped up in a blue blanket with footballs on it.
David Keifer Bowman.