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I roll my eyes as I sit at this dusty fucking baggage claim waiting for my bags.
I sigh as I see Angel calling me.
Angel, angel , angel I love her even though she thinks my interests are not in her and on numerous occasions she mentioned that it was okay if i wanted to see other people which made me start to think that her interest do not lye with me and only god can tell you how we ended up here.
Having a baby
It's crazy to me.
But I have accepted the fact that she basically committing fucking suicide to have this baby but she can't accept the fact that I'm trying to give a better life to OUR baby.
Fuck out of here with that shit.
Angel and I have been in this constant battle of whether or not I should keep the baby or give it up for adoption so it can be properly taken care of. I can't do it,I just can't. I'm a workaholic, I have extreme anger issues, and I feel I just won't be a great dad.
I'm useless.
Finafuckingly, my bags finally here. I grab my black and grey Louis Vuitton suitcase from baggage claim and moved towards the front of the airport.
I call Angel back to tell her I'm here and On my way to the hospital.
The call was quick.
I check my calendar to see if I have any back home appointments.
I do.
Appointment for house. expansion.My best friends Birthday party.Baby appointments/ Angels appointments.Obviously.
