Soul Rivers was born and raised in the heart of Detroit, Michigan. She grew up listening to the sounds of Motown and was inspired by the likes of Aretha Franklin, Stevie Wonder, and Marvin Gaye. She started singing at a young age and quickly develop...
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"Babies are made with love. Whether that love is present now or was in the past, it existed." — Mark Star.
MARK • STAR
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The room's energy shifted, a tangible transformation as the weight of her words settled in. Numbness enveloped my entire body, contrasting the rare excitement that had filled me at the prospect of impending fatherhood, a chance to break the cycle of absent paternity. Her declaration of not wanting the baby shattered my heart, breaking it in a way I had never experienced.
"You—We aren't prepared to be parents, Mark. You're on the verge of a career comeback, and I'm on the brink of success. I can't afford a hiatus for nine months, let alone more time to raise a child," she explained. Despite her reasoning, her words seemed to pass through me as I grappled with a difficult dilemma. Career concerns faded; in that moment, all I wanted was our child—a shared beginning.
"It's our kid. So the decision is mine too, right?" I pleaded.
She shook her head. "Don't do that. This is my body. If I don't want this baby, I don't have to include you. I didn't even have to tell you I was pregnant, but it was the right thing to do."
"So even if I said I want this baby, you're gonna abort it anyway? What type of fucked-up shit is that?" Frustration surged as I recalled the joy and excitement that the news of her pregnancy had brought, prompting me to seek help from the one man I despised. Our baby became my redemption, rescuing me from my own struggles. It might sound foolish, but it's the unvarnished truth. "Mark..." she trailed off with a heavy sigh.
I ran my hand down my face. "I want this baby. I want our baby, Soul."
Her finger tapped rhythmically on the dining room table, a sign of the complexity ahead. Shifting her position to face me, she sighed, her concern etched on her features. "I have a tour in two months. How can I hide a child from the world for that long? I have shows lined up; I can't risk missing them or losing money because of sickness. You don't grasp the impact of pregnancy and parenting on our careers. When you were acting, I wouldn't see you for months. Managing both a career and a child— we're young, it's not that simple." I grasped her hand, determined. "I'll make it work, do whatever it takes. I can schedule breaks during filming to fly back home. I want this baby."
