The Culinary Massacre

this was the moment he knew, he fucked up

Obama pov

I wake up next to Husky and order us some breakfast. We eat and kiss. I'm holding him down as he's trying to get me to eat eggs. I fucking hate eggs. He's giggling and laughing and it's adorable. We get dressed and head out the door to find a noise complaint taped to it. Oh. My. God.
I burst out laughing and he is bright red. Comparable to a tomato.
"Oh my God. Throw it away." He says hiding his face in his hands. I pluck it from the wall and turn to him.
"This is getting framed." I say putting it in my pocket.
He hits my arm. Then hits again and goes to hit it again but I grab his hand and walk on. I drop him off. I even stop in for a bit. I met his dog. I give him a kiss goodbye and get in my car.
I see I have multiple missed calls for Cornelius and start to panic. Oh shit. What did I do.
My eyes go wide and I'm trying not to panic as I hit the dial button. It immediately declines. I see Cornelius has blocked me. Then I see missed calls from Jonny's dad.
"Hey." I start before being cut off.
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!" He roars. I've never heard him raise his voice before.
"Huh." I say, confused.
"I had to drive your kid to the hospital to give birth and you were off frolicking with your fucking date? I get you're trying to get over Michele but Cornelius gave birth and everyone was present except for you. I had to console a crying child because his dad didn't bother to show up. I had a lot of respect for you but I have more for Cornelius so just know he doesn't want to see you. He's pissed and really depressed. I want the father to my grandchild to be cared for and you aren't doing that good of a job. He's at the hospital currently but don't bother showing up. He gave clear instructions to the nurses that he doesn't want you there." I hear him say. There's a clear aggravation in his voice. I try to speak but he's hung up and I'm too busy crying anyway. I speed to the hospital. I can barely drive with how hard I'm crying.
God I fucked up.
I run through the door. I locate the front desk and rush up. The lady looks up at me.
"I'm here for Cornelius Obama." I say and she takes a moment to type the name in.
"Room 137B." She says and I rush there. I'm walking because it's a hospital but I'm going as fast as I can.
I locate the door but it's locked.
"Cornelius?" I say knocking on the door.
A choked sob answers me.
"Go away dad." He says.
"Cornelius please. I'm sorry." I say, begging. For him to forgive me.
"Well I don't care! You weren't there. You were probably screwing him weren't you? Well how about you go fuck yourself. Leave me alone." I say. I jiggle the knob trying to get in and it opens but a nurse grabs me.
"If it causes distress to my patient you can't come in." She says not letting me go and closing the door.
"I'm his dad." I say, crying again.
Other nurses come and block the door. I'm taken by a security officer and escorted out. I feel like a fool. The sound of Cornelius' sob etched in my brain.
I get back into my car and drive to my house. I bake his favorite cake and meal and wait for Cornelius to come home but he never does.
I get one text from Jonnys dad that he's at their house. God dammit I fucked up. I put everything in containers and go to bed. My tears soak the pillow and I just want my son back.