Our story begins months after an incident occurred involving the baby while she was left in my care. Despite both mom and Megan warning me that I was not able to properly care for the baby in their absence, they went against their better judgement to prove their point. This was a point that I was too stubborn to accept. Despite my best efforts to try and believe that I could not look after the baby, my compulsive need to always be right and prove everybody wrong proved to be my undoing. At this point, I lack support from everybody due to what occurred with the baby and it appears as though the only living creatures who worship me are birds. The problem with this is that I’m ornithophobic. Unfortunately with the way things have been going for me, mom and Megan would not care if I was full of bird seed while trapped in a nest. I knew at some point things would have to start looking up for me and one day it did. The problem was that this came because of a hard decision that police, mom Megan and Brad had to make in regards to the baby due to the incident that occurred. If things were looking bad for me before, I knew they were only going to get worse. In the months following the incident, only Megan has maintained contact with me while mom and Brad have refused to acknowledge me despite my numerous attempts to reconnect with them. They are also dead set against me having anything to do with the baby. To this point, it is believed that Megan forced herself to maintain contact with me as she still holds a small place in her heart for me. But this small place isn’t even big enough for a mouse to live in. While there have been some good conversations we’ve had recently, the intimacy in our relationship has been dialed down significantly and it takes almost nothing for a good conversation to go sour particularly when I mention my part in the incident. This was made apparent one morning at breakfast.

“Good morning baby.” I said as Megan is cooking breakfast.

She looks at me in silence for a second before responding. “Is there such a thing as a good morning every since you injured our baby? And now that I think about it, when you say “baby,” I hope you’re not referring to our child because clearly you shouldn’t use the word baby in a sentence following “good morning” or anything good for that matter because our baby will never have a good life as long as you remain active in it. That’s just the way it is.” Megan said.

For goodness sake Megan, it was an accident and it was two months ago.” I replied.

“Oh you mean like the accident that occurred when you caused me to get pregnant? Or when you told your mom off to the point where she no longer wanted anything to do with you just because she had our child’s best interests in mind?” Megan said sarcastically.

“Look all I’m saying is that the doctor says the baby should be released from the hospital today. She didn’t have a concussion. It was just a scratch. There was no long term damage.” I replied.

“That’s great news. You did nothing wrong and everybody should be ashamed of themselves for disowning you. I mean you didn’t cause her a concussion and she’ll live but you did injure her. You made her cry and sent her to the hospital with a cut on her forehead but no, because she’s not dead yet, you deserve a fuckin father of the year award. It’s not like you caused her to be hurt and stay in the hospital while the rest of us fear for her safety. You know what? Three cheers for Jefferson. He didn’t cut the baby’s umbilical cord but he cut her skull open. He said it was an accident so no one should ever be mad at him and everybody should just let him get on with his life like nothing happened.” Megan said sarcastically.

“Thank you. Finally someone sees things my way.” I reply having not noticed the sarcasm.

“Do you want a fuckin parade? You think this is all just going to go away and everybody is going to praise you just because you didn’t murder our daughter? No that’s not how this works. You need to be held responsible for your actions and you do this by accepting the fact that your mom disowned you and the fact that our intimacy level will never be as high as it used to be despite me stupidly still loving you for some reason.” Megan said

Just then the phone rings and it is mom. “Why don’t you go ahead and answer it?” Megan suggests.

“Hi mom.” I say

“I think I may have the wrong number. I’m looking for the house in which everybody loves my granddaughter but I guess I will never have that number because Megan and Brad don’t live together. Can I speak with Megan? You know the mother of my granddaughter who actually loves her baby. I would ask to speak to the father but everybody knows he’s not there.” mom said sarcastically.

Angered, I make a sarcastic comment. “Megan it’s your wannabe husband’s mother on the phone. She says she’s in love with you.” I say.

“What the fuck did you just say? I’m not even going to comment on that. The fact is that Megan has no business in your life because of what you have done to her and this baby and if she doesn’t leave you now, I’m taking this to court because my granddaughter should not have anybody in her life that associates with an asshole like you. Now put her on the phone and shut your fuckin mouth or I’m calling the police.” mom threatened.

Mom tells Megan that the baby is ready to be discharged from the hospital and that they are picking her up today. Despite warnings from mom not to bring me, she brings me anyway citing the fact that it would be the last time I see my daughter.

“He better not cause trouble and whether he likes it or not, that baby is living with you and Brad. I don’t want him to have anything to do with her.” mom said

At the hospital, the baby is seen bandaged up from the incident.

“Shell make a full recovery but I have to ask who she is staying with. Are her parents the ones who should be caring for her?” the doctor asks.

“It’s her mother and her uncle named Brad. The father of this child is out of the picture.” said mom.

“Ok it’s because it’s not advisable for her to be around the person who did this to her whether they meant to or not. I fear that another incident could cause her permanent brain damage.” said the doctor.

Just then Brad enters the room. To this day, he harbors resentment towards Megan for allowing me to get her pregnant and staying with me after what happened.

“What is he doing here? Oh this is the part where you hand him his ass isn’t it? I want to see this. You see, this is the type of thing they should sell tickets for. To see deadbeat uncaring fat losers who pose as good fathers and then abuse their babies get what’s coming to them.” Brad said.

“Who are you?’ asked the doctor

“I’m proud to say that my name is Brad and I’m this beautiful baby’s uncle. I will be the one caring for this baby with the help of her mother who is also beautiful but who I have tried to force myself not to have sexual relations with due to the sliver of respect I still have for my brother who is the father of this baby and Megan’s husband to be for whatever reason. I want to clear one thing up though. I say that i will refuse to have sexual relations with Megan but that offer isn’t completely off the table whether she’s my sister in law or not. She’s hot and everybody knows that my brother doesn’t respect her like she should be respected. This is something to consider baby. Wouldn’t you and this bundle of joy be better off if I was your lover?” Brad asked

“Brad we’ve been over this. I love your brother no matter how bad he’s been. Why can’t you just accept that?” Megan asked. And don’t call me baby.” she demanded.

“I love you and I always will.” Brad said

Just then I snap. “Brad how old are you now?” I ask

“I’ve just been wishing I was in bed with your wife to be for my whole life which at this point is 30 years.” Brad said

“So that means that you’re not a baby? Great I can do this without consequence then.” I say.

“You touch Megan and I swear to god.” Brad threatened.

Trust me I will touch Megan again soon but not like that.” I reply

“What can you do without consequence? I want to know now.” Brad ranted.

“Well I may not intentionally harm my daughter but I have no problem making you cry like a fuckin baby.” I say before punching Brad right in the face causing him to bleed. This incites a fist fight between Brad and I where we trade turns gaining the upper hand on the other. Just then the doctor interrupts.

“This is a hospital and it is no place for this type of violence. Now I can’t allow the baby to be released with either one of you as there is a chance she may be unintentionally subjected to this violence. I’m afraid there’s only one solution..” she said.

“What’s that?” Brad and I ask.

“Well until you guys settle your differences and can prove that you are capable of creating an environment suitable for the baby without all the violence and arguing, I have no choice but to place this baby in foster care even if this is just temporary. Please hand me over the baby and I will make the arrangements.” the doctor said.

“There has to be another way. I didn’t want this for my granddaughter.” mom said tearfully.

“Unfortunately there’s nothing I can do. I can’t be responsible for potentially putting a baby at risk by releasing it into a place with this much hostility. Mark my words though, this is just temporary.” said the doctor.

The baby began to cry as the doctor took her away from Megan. As if things weren’t bad enough for me up to that point. I got even worse news.

“I’m packing my bags and heading home to England until this mess is straightened out. That baby means the world to me and I have just decided that we are a package deal. You will see me again if and when our baby is released from the hell that is foster care. Speaking of hell, that’s exactly where you should go. It’s the only place you’re really welcome if you ask me.” Megan said

“I couldn’t agree more and as a matter of fact, why don’t Brad and I join you in England? It would give us a nice vacation from him. We can stay in a hotel for as long as it takes for Jefferson to get his baby back. This is not something you should have to deal with. Let him take some responsibility for once.” mom said.

At a complete loss for words, I watched tearfully as wife to be, mother and brother left me alone to go to England. At this point, I knew I had hit rock bottom. I knew things would eventually get better but for now, I had lost this battle and had no choice but to accept it.

The End