40~Old's aftermath

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Marie-Anne's POV

"Why would you tell him that?" Esther asks me as we walk through the park.

"I don't know," I answer her, I am telling her what happened between Dylan and me earlier and she is now furious at me. Truth is, I'm mad at myself. I shouldn't have told him that. I thought he would be okay with it.

"You of all people should how important is to grow up with a father," this is the quote of the day. Dylan told me it and now she is telling me the same thing. They are right, I should know the importance of it. I can't picture myself not growing up with my father and I went crazy after he died. It's been over a decade, twelve years to be exact, and I still get sad when I think about him not being here no more.

"Do you know how many pregnant women wish the kid's dad would be there? You have a guy begging you to be a part of the baby's life and you are pushing him away. Dylan isn't crazy or anything, he's a great person and he'd be a great dad, just give him a chance. If it is extra help you want, I'll always be there to babysit or whatever," Esther says.

"I know," I simply tell her. We walk in silence down the quiet park enjoying the sweet breeze of fall. I have to find a way to apologize to Dylan, he might not have wanted the baby in the beginning, but he wants it now and that's all that matters.

"Marie, you don't have to make life complicated, I feel like you don't even want to be happy," Esther says after a while. "I know you hate when things are basically given to you, but it's okay once in a while to accept the easy way," she adds. She is right, I hate easy things. I like to struggle in life, it gives my life meaning and it makes me proud of myself when I reach where I want to be, but this is different. It isn't what I want or what I feel, it's about what's best for the baby. The best thing for the baby is to have a mother and a father there to love him or her.

"Let's get some ice-cream," I say when we pass an ice-cream truck selling ice-cream to kids.

"What was the point of walking?" Esther asks.

"Come on, you know you want some," I say walking towards the truck.

"I do," she follows me and we wait in line to buy some ice-cream.


Dylan's POV

"Can you even get custody of an unborn baby?" Rebecca asks as we shoot some hoops at a nearby court.

"Nope, you can get a petition, then you can file for custody the moment the baby is born," I inform her. Signing the petition will make sure Marie-Anne doesn't leave until the court makes a decision on the custody. If she leaves, I think she can get a warrant out for her arrest.

I grab the basketball from Rebecca shooting it into the net. She takes the ball after it fell holding it in her hand. I pause to catch my breath, "and you're sure you want to go down that road?" She asks me.

"Nope, but she's giving me no choice," I tell her. I hate the whole fighting over a baby thing, a baby is a person, not an object, you shouldn't be fighting over it. However, I'd rather do something I hate then not be in my kid's life.

"Does it really matter though?" She asks me. "I mean, I'm just being logical, you never wanted kids to begin with," she says dropping the ball on the floor, she walks to her gym bag taking a towel to wipe her face.

"It doesn't matter what I wanted, what matters is what I want now," I tell her. I can't believe she is even asking me this.

"Dylan, a baby is not a possession, now are you sure you want it?"

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