"i'm sorry— what?" patrick groaned over the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "no, no— i can't this weekend, i have a full schedule." he huffed, frustration evident in his tone. it was bad enough he had knocked you up in the first place; it had been a fling, a one night stand. some fun to help him take the edge off.

next thing he knew, you were at his door, belly full and teary eyed. god, how foolish could he have been? he, of course, paid his child support. to be fair, he didn't want much to do with the little bundle of terror. when they got older he would oversee their academics and extracurriculars, make sure they got into the best college and it was paid for; maybe a car when they graduated highschool.

wasn't that enough? he gave you and that spoilt brat enough to live comfortably, didn't he? so why did you insist on seeing him, having him see the baby, having him keep them over the weekend when he was supposed to enjoy his free time. if only he knew how awfully terrible that sounded; it wasn't like he'd care, either way.

"fine!" he would spew. he was tired of your nagging one weekend couldn't hurt. could it? "fine, okay? bring them over after i get home friday." hopefully, that would be enough to get you off his back for a while.