Baby Daddy

"How dare you come into my home on family day with your girlfriend!" I shouted at Harry from the kitchen. Leslie stood awkwardly by the front door, rejected after she had the audacity to ask if she could hold my son.

"Grace he's our son! My girlfriend should be able to meet him!"

"No. You know why? Because he isn't our son! If you were over here every night, waking up with him, feeding him, dealing with all his baby shit, then he'd be our son. He's my son. You're just the stupid guy who got me pregnant and now comes by for kicks!" I shouted. My anger level was rising, and though I knew I'd feel bad about the things I said later, now, I was livid. "So if you want to be part of his life, be part of his life. But DON'T YOU DARE COME TO MY HOUSE WITH THAT GIRL AND EXPECT THINGS TO BE DANDY, BECAUSE THEY WON'T BE!" Harry stepped back, his face expressing nothing more than extreme anger.

"STOP BEING CRAZY!" He shouted back. "HE'S MY SON TOO, NO MATTER WHAT! DON'T PRETEND YOU LOVE HIM MORE, BECAUSE YOU DON'T! DON'T PRETEND TO BE BETTER THAN ME, BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT! IF I WANT TO SEE MY SON, IF I WANT TO BRING MY GIRLFRIEND TO SEE MY SON, I HAVE A DAMN RIGHT TO SEE HIM!" Harry pushed me back. I stumbled into the counter, hitting my elbow. At that exact moment, Sam began to wail from his crib. I looked towards his room and back at Harry.

"Get out of here." I hissed, walking around him. I wanted to tell Leslie this had nothing to do with her, that she was plenty nice and I had nothing against her, but I was too concentrated on trying not to cry.

As I picked up my son to try and appease him, I heard my front door slam. Gripping Sam to my chest, I sank to the floor, sobs bursting out of me. I held my baby and I cried. I cried for myself, I cried for Sam. I cried because I had been an awful person, and I cried because Harry had been an awful person. It was all I could do to pick up my cell and text the three words that would get my best friend here.

I need you.

***

Liam was there within the hour. He'd rearranged an interview so he could come and help clean me up. When he arrived Sam and I were both crying. He got Sam to go back to sleep and took me to the bathroom. As he was washing off my face, he spoke to me.

"I'm sorry about Harry, G. You know he doesn't mean to be insensitive. He's just lost. Doesn't know what to do. I mean, you did spring this on him rather quickly. Most guys have 9 months to get themselves in check for a baby." His voice soothed me, and his words made sense, but I was still angry at Harry for what he'd done.

"Li, he pushed me!" I exclaimed.

"And I'm gonna knock him around for it. He won't ever put his hands on you again, I swear. But let's just get you cleaned up, let you get in control, and we'll deal with all that later. Okay?"

"Okay." I agreed, letting him finish wiping my face with a cool rag.

"There. Now at least you're presentable." Liam joked. I let out a deflated laugh. "Everything's gonna be okay, G. I promise." I looked up to see his smiling face.

"Pinky promise?" I murmured, holding out my right pinky.

"Pinky promise." As our pinkies linked, we leaned in to kiss our hands to link the deal.

I could only hope this promise was kept.

Notes

WOW! I am sorry this took so long! I really truly am! But after a bad bout of writers block, I AM BACK BABY! And the next chapter will be out VERY soon! Scouts honor! :)