This is a really short chapter. Under 2000 words but I kinda wanted it to be short. It doesn't have much explanation but i sort of like it.
"Hes so beautiful joe"
Dianne said as fat tears rolled down her cheeks, although today she wasn't the only emotional one. Joe was crying too, his whole face red and eyes blotchy as he and dianne looked down at their baby son who was layed in her arms.
"I know, he looks just like you"
He stuttered, not being able to hold in his emotions. Just looking at his son was enough to make him well up inside but the whole situation they had found themselves in now was what made him burst into tears every time he thought about it. He didn't think it would be this bad. Maybe there would be a little bit of an emotional moment, but this was much worse.
"You think?"
Dianne asked, looking down at him. He was a tiny baby boy. He weighed just 5 pounds and had ten perfect tiny fingers and ten tiny toes.
"Definitely. He has your chin, and buswell cheek bones. Russo cheek bones actually. He looks like your nanny"
Joe told her. He had studied his boys face so much the past few days, worried that eventually he would forget it. Every time he got a moment he would just spend time looking at him and dianne would also do the same. Sitting in her hospital bed, she would lean forward and look into the incubator next to her and just watch him sleep because he was so perfect, but also because she wouldn't beable to do that for much longer and she knew it.
"I can see it too. But he has blue eyes, and you have blue eyes, that's not in the buswell blood line"
She said before it fell silent for a few moments between the three of them.
It was hard to find the words to say how they felt but to express them was even harder. They had imagined this moment for a while but now they were in it, it was much worse than what they ever thought it could be and everything was finally hitting them. She had carried their baby for 9 months. He was half or her and half of him, they were parents, mummy and daddy to this beautiful little baby boy but they were about to give him up and it was going to cut through them like a knife.
"I don't want to do what were about to do"
Dianne managed to stutter out. She knew she had to face reality even though she didn't want to.
"Me neither, but we can't do this. We both know deep down can't keep him"
The decision to give up there baby was a really hard one but the good in them knew it was for the best. They were in no way ready to raise a baby. They were both only 15, teenagers about to sit their gcses. They initially thought they could do it. Dianne could start college a year late in order to look after the baby whilst Joe could do his thatching apprenticeship to learn the job but also earn money for his family, dianne and his son, but it simply wasn't that easy. Joes parents were in the midst of a tricky divorce and even though they were better apart, joe was constantly between houses, living out of a suitcase and at times his aunties and uncles. Neither his mum or dad's new houses was big enough to house a baby ontop of him, themselves and zoe, and then potentially but most probably dianne ontop of that too. Her situation wasn't any easier. Her parents really did love her but for any strictly Catholic parents with a 'no sex until marrige' attitude, the news their little girl was pregnant was just beyond them. She was a teenager so not married, but even worse, not even at the age of consent.
"I want to keep him though, why can't we do it joe? Why can't we do it?"
Dianne asked angrily. The whole sitsrion infuriated her. She knew she had messed, they had messed up, they hadn't taken the measures from stopping a pregnancy from happening but this was still their child. He had lived in her tummy for 9 months, she had formed a bond with him and now she had him in her arms, that bond was even more than she ever imagined. It didn't help that the little blue eyes that were staring staring at her were the exact same blue eyes that she had fallen in love with when she sat next to the new boy in year 9 art class.
