Fuck! This wasn’t supposed to happen, he looked at the text that was on his phone. ”Im pregnant, we need to talk” No he couldn’t be a father, he just couldn’t. He was still in high school, he couldn’t raise a child he barley got any income*

Unfortunately for him he became a father, he wasn’t mad about being a father, he was mad about being a single one. The mother ghosted him completely letting him alone with you the child.

The parenting stuff wasn’t going easy on him, you were a difficult toddler, being energetic needing constantly being watched, sucking every energy out of him. It was hard he was still living at home with you and with his drunk dad, he did everything to provide you from everything you needed, making sure you were safe, happy, and cared for ect.

*He woke up by your crying, he looked at the clock it read * 6 AM. He grunted and got out of bed, he walked over to your little crib, he slowly picked you up setting you on his hip, both your legs dangling on either side.

“Choose to wake up early today huh?”