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I remember everything—the hope we had, the dreams we shared for a future together. But then, her cancer came. That damn, unstoppable disease that stole her from me. It still feels like yesterday that I held her hand in her final days, telling her we’d grow old together.
I can’t escape the guilt. I can’t escape the grief. I lost that family. The family I wanted, the one we were building together. And now...now I’m faced with the idea of having a child with Blossom.
I want to be happy. I want to feel excited about this, but all I feel is the weight of everything I lost with Whittney. I feel the fear of failing as a father.
My hand reaches into my pocket, and I grab the smooth stone I keep there—my worry stone. I rub it between my fingers, the coolness of it grounding me, calming my restless thoughts.
I need something to focus on, something to hold onto. I squeeze the rock. I’ve always done this when I’ve felt the fear creeping in, when I’ve needed to calm the storm inside me.
But now, it doesn’t feel like enough.
I stop at the end of the street, my feet coming to a sudden halt as I look around. The crowd moves past me, oblivious, lost in their own worlds. I’m standing still, the chaos of the world rushing around me, but in this moment, I feel completely separate from it all.
And then it hits me. The most important aspect of my life now.
Blossom has my child growing inside of her. My child.
The thought overwhelms me. It’s the only thing that matters now. The noise, the confusion, the fear, it all fades away.
I focus only on what’s important.
I stand there, breathing deeply, my heart pounding in my chest as I think about what this means. I’m going to be a father. I will be there for my child. I won’t run from this. I won’t be like my own father, who abandoned me. I won’t let my kid down.
This ismyresponsibility. I’ll face it, head-on, no matter what.
“I won’t run from my duty as a father,” I say out loud, the words feeling like a promise to myself and my child. “I’ll face it bravely.”
For the first time, I feel a true sense of clarity.
It’s not going to be easy, but I’m ready.
Ready to do whatever it takes to give this child the life they deserve.
Chapter Sixteen
Blossom
Opening the door to my apartment, I step aside, gesturing for Noah to come in.
His heavy footsteps echo lightly on the worn floorboards as he steps over the threshold, and I immediately notice his reaction.
His steely eyes flick around the room, taking in the small space, the narrow hallway that leads into the kitchen.
I feel a small twinge of insecurity, though I try to brush it off quickly.
This is my home, after all.
“The kitchen’s right here,” I say needlessly, leading him through the cramped space. It’s only big enough for a counter, a small fridge, and a tiny stove. The refrigerator hums quietly in the background as we pass it, the scent of old coffee lingering in the air as we pass the coffeemaker on the counter.
Walking him further into the apartment, I point out the rest of the space as we go.
“This is the living room,” I say softly, motioning to the small loveseat and coffee table separating the two beds. On one side is Amy’s bed, the dresser to the side piled with clothes she didn’t have time to fold.
On the other side is mine, which displays the same exact setup. My bed is tucked near the window, the dresser beside it cluttered with my belongings.
Noah doesn’t say anything at first, but I can see him glance at the ceiling, his eyes catching the brackish, brown water stains that have been there since we first moved in. “I know it’s not much,” I say quickly, sitting down on the couch.
He sits beside me gently, his eyes softening as he looks around. “It’s fine. I don’t mind it.” But I can see him still eyeing the water stains.
