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.