"Someone wants to see you." is all she says. I nod, get up and walk into the room.
"Bwian?" a small voice comes from the big bed.
"I’m right here Brianna." I walk over to the bed and sit down on it next to her. "What can I for ya, little lady?" She giggled at my exaggerated southern accent.
"Sing me a song?" this little girl likes to sung to.
"Sure. A lullaby?" She nods and I start to sing a lullaby that I learned when I was little. Within five minutes Brianna is almost asleep. I get up to leave. "Good night, Brianna."
"Nigh-night, Bwian" she closed her eyes and I watched her fall asleep.
I walked out of the room and over to Nat. "She is asleep. She wanted me to is her to sleep."
"I hope she isn’t bothering you, but she does love to be sang to. She also loves to sing. She loves music. She’s exactly like her father in that way. She’s got his eyes and the darker hair, But everyone says that she looks like me."
"How old is she?"
"Three years and five months, Why?"
"Just wondering." Then it hits me. "Wait! That would mean that you were, like, two months pregnant when we had our little fight. Why didn’t you tell me?"
"I didn’t know if I was for sure. And then we had our fight. What was I suppose to do? Call and leave a message on your machine. ‘Hey Brian, it’s Natalie. I just thought that you should know that I’m pregnant. I don’t want you to call me. Bye!’. Oh yeah, I can just hear myself saying that. And knowing my luck you would have answered the phone and I would of had to spit it out really fast and hang up!"
"And I would have called you back and made you listen to me. I could have helped you." the next question I was going to ask was a tough one to ask but it was going to be harder for her to answer. "Do you know who her father is?"
"Yes I do." She looks at the floor.
"Is he around? Does he know?"
"Yes he knows but he isn’t around. When I told him, he just didn’t care. I haven’t seen him since." She looks at the other guys. "Until now that is." That last part barely audible.
"Well that’s his loss. She’s a beautiful little girl and any guy should be proud to call her his daughter. I know I would."
"Really? Well, she likes you too."
"Really?"
"Yeah! It was funny she kept asking if I was sure that you weren’t her father. I told her that I was positive and that we are just friends. I think you would make her the happiest little girl in the world if you would be ‘Uncle Brian’.
"I think I can handle that." I smile at her.
