Darkness had fallen outside when i woke up and
found Tim looking through a photo album of mine right next to my bed. As he promised,
he hadn’t left me alone when i was sleeping.
“Skylar, what had you
gotten yourself into? You’re way too young to raise a child...Damn, we’re not
even grown-ups, let alone being a parent.” He was talking to himself, rubbing
his finger on the surface of a photo of ours taken together in the past. He
hasn’t noticed that I was awake.
“I know.” I
whispered. “And i don’t know what I got myself into either.” His black head
turned to my direction.
“Remember this
photo?” he showed me the photo inside his hands. I nodded. “I was four and you
were seven, you used to mother me and Thomas all the time, it’d irritate both
of us.” He continues laughing slightly. And then looked at me with pity in his
beautiful green eyes. “Now sky, you’re really going to be a mother and both of
us know that you’re not ready.”
“Stop reminding this
to me Tim, I can manage to take care of a child. After even my dad did, i can
do it easily.” I retorted.
“Look skylar, why
don’t you think of curettage-“
“Shut your fucking mouth up Tim! I won’t let
any force to hurt this baby, let alone kiling it by my own permission. NO!!!”
He raised his hands
in the air, signaling that he gave up.
“Alright, alright.
Then think what to say to your dad.” He challenged. I calmed down. Seriously,
what should i say?
Vanessa’s shrill
voice yelling for us to come to dinner, broke the silence between us. When i
looked up to Tim, he was standing right across me, arms overlapped and looking
right at me. As i stood up and adjusted my clothes, he spoke:
“Tonight?”
“Depends on his
mood.”
With that, both of us
walked downstairs, still unsure about what was supposed to do.