"I can't do this" I opened my eyes to see my girlfriend of three years sitting in front of me tear stained and rocking our daughter of only two months. "What?" I sat up still sleep dazed. "I can't do this. I'm Sorry I'm leaving." She sat the baby in her crib, still crying of hunger, and grabbed a bag from the closet. "What do you mean, you can't do this? This is our life our baby" "Your baby now" "It doesn't work like that." I ranted as I made my way to the mini fridge in the room and retrieved a baby bottle. "It does now. I'm finished. I'm only 18 and your 19. We have a life ahead of us, I want to be with you but I don't want that baby"
I balled my hands creating fists. "You should have thought about that before you spread your legs. This was a two person job and it's for life. I love our daughter why don't you?" "I do, I love her to death, but I'm not mom ready. Now we could dress her, pack her bag and drop her off at the hospital and live young. Or if you wanna play daddy I'll just leave." I picked up the crying child and silenced her with a bottle. "I'm not playing Daddy, I am a Daddy. So I guess this is goodbye" "Bye then" She took her stuff and walked out of the apartment and right out of our life.