The more I thought about it the more I figured, Hey! I have more to offer her than Eva does! I mean, I sort of believed it. Half-way believed it.
Staring at my AT-AT model on my desk, I nearly fully believed it.
Look at me, I’m in my mid-30’s and i’m still a kid. What better father could I be. My dad was a work-a-holic, never home kind of guy. I never shared any interests with my old man accept for the odd baseball game. Hell I would be a heck of a father.
Armed with the notion that maybe being stuck with Annette and a baby forever, I stood up and walked diligently to her cubicle.
I can do this, I kept telling myself.
Rounding the corner, I said, “So I was really thinking about this, and the idea of being a father isn’t so bad,” I slammed into Eva, almost knocking her over.
“My goodness, I’m terribly..” I clamped my mouth shut as I could cut the tension between them with a knife.
“Uhm, I’m really sorry, I uh..” I sucked in my breath loudly, “I’ll go,”
“No wait,” Annette said, “I’m coming with you!”