Its Not New York Without A Dream

Five

"You've been so busy with your stupid musical that I've been taking care of the baby!" I yelled at him, rocking the baby in my arms.

"Well I'm trying to make a name for myself! It's not my fault that you can't stand it!" He yelled back from the kitchen.

"You weren't even there when Peggy was in labor!" I yelled back, that baby started crying and I groaned. "Why can't you take care of the baby Alex? Why?" I yelled.

"It doesn't matter if I can or not!" He yelled.

I ran one hand through my hair, "God, yes! It does! I can't do this myself! I can't single handedly raise a baby!" I put a pacifier in the baby's mouth.

"Maybe I never wanted a baby! Maybe you pushed it on me! Just like your stupid turtle! Maybe I shouldn't have married you!" He turned and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door.

I shot up in bed at the sound of a door shutting. I started crying and put my head in my hands. Stupid dreams. I pulled myself out of bed and immediately got in the shower, trying to wash away the sweat and tears. I dried off and pulled on sweats. I took the blankets and sheets off of the bed and shoved them into the washer.

I still have three weeks until the baby comes and these nightmares aren't helping my nerves. I sipped on a glass of cold water and watched Princess eat some lettuce in his cage. I looked down at the paper in front of me at the two baby names. Emily and Michael. We never saw the ultrasound, we wanted the gender to be a surprise. So we picked one girl name and one boy name. But we made the decision that the middle name would be in honor of Peggy for carrying the baby. God, I am so excited to be a father.

I just wish I could say the same for Alex.