Brother's Friend Becomes My Baby's Dad
“I want to be there for you, and for our baby. Whatever you need. If you depend on me, even for little things at first, I can show you I mean it.”
“I don’t know.”
“Here! Look.” He reached into his knapsack at the foot of the bench and pulled out two books. He held them up for me and I skimmed the titles.
They were books on parenting.
“I want to be a good father,” he said.
I slightly thawed, impressed by the bent spines and marked pages of the books. He’d been studying.
He lowered his books down onto the empty space on the opposite side of him.
“I’ve made mistakes, Cynthia. I was an idiot kid. So many women all around me kept throwing themselves at me and I was too weak to reject them.”