Something so little, changed us forever.

He belongs to... who?

"Clay?" He was early.

"Please Soph." He sounded almost ready to cry. I opened the door, not expecting what was there.

"Is that a baby?" my jaw dropped and my mind started reeling.

Why on earth would my boyfriend have a baby with him? He was an only child, and he said he was a virgin…

"Princess let me explain before you freak out. Please."

I moved aside and let him in, my eyes never leaving the baby carrier at his side.

"Come here." He sat down on the couch and held his hand out to me, I wasn’t telling my body to move, it was moving on its own, slipping my hand into Clays, sitting down next to him, the baby at his feet.

"Whose baby is that?" I muttered, realizing I had been holding my breath.

"Princess, you have to believe me. I didn’t know… I would have told you." He squeezed my hand.

"Told me what? Clay who’s baby is that?!" the panic rose in my voice, I finally tore my eyes from the carrier to look at Clay, he had tears in his bright blue eyes, his face was red and blotchy from the wind.

"He’s mine Sophie." The tears fell from his eyes. I jerked my hand from his and wrapped my arms around myself.

His

baby? But that’s not possible… He’s a virgin. He… were dating… this had to be a joke.

"His mother, she showed up at my apartment and handed him to me. She never told me about him… but her parents won’t let her keep him and they had a restraining order placed against me a few months ago… My name is on his birth certificate… he’s legally my child. And honestly Sophie I don’t know what to do… I don’t know how to take care of a baby! And I know your good with babies because of your little sisters… I need help Sophie…"

I sat frozen still, staring at him, the tears running down his cheeks.

"You lied to me." Was all I could force out of my mouth.

"I know and I’m so, so sorry Sophie. I just… I wanted to erase that part of my life." He moved towards me but I stood up, anger and hurt racing through my veins.

"Don’t touch me." I glowered at him, my chest heaving. I walked to my room and slammed the door, unzipping my dress and washing my make-up off. What was I supposed to do now? I had my boyfriend and his baby sitting on my couch.

I couldn’t leave that baby with Clay; he doesn’t know the smallest thing about babies…

I slipped a sweatshirt over my head and stepped into a pair of sweat pants.

I took a deep breath and walked back out into the living room. Clay jumped to his feet and stepped towards me.

"Clay I don’t believe you. I’m sorry but I can’t believe you didn’t know you had a son. I can’t believe you lied to me. And I can’t believe I’m going to do this for you. I honestly should never talk to you again."

I bent down and unstrapped the baby from his carrier; he was so small in my hands.

"His name is Tyler. He’s almost eight weeks." Clay sat down on the couch and rubbed his face, "Sophie you have to believe me," The tears welled back up in his eyes, "I’m so sorry, I made the biggest mistake of my life lying to you. I am so sorry." He crumpled in on himself. Tonight was the first night I had ever seen him cry.

I sat down next to him with Tyler in my arms; he seemed to smile in his sleep. I laid my head on Clay’s shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me, and I scooted closer.

"I love you Soph." he choked, kissing the side of my head.

"I love you too Clay."

He drove me back to his apartment and we sorted out what he had been left with.

A single diaper bag, a portable crib, a few packs of diapers and bottles, ten outfits and three blankets. There was a can of formula that was almost empty and the baby carrier in which he was in.

"This isn’t much Clay. This won’t last him very long." I told him as I laid Tyler down in the crib.

"Well I’m not exactly rich over here Soph." He sighed, leaning back on the couch.

"Do you think your parents could help out at all?" I asked snuggling down into him.

‘"I haven’t even thought about them." He groaned and slid his arm around me.

"Well you have to tell them. We can’t do this on our own." I laid my head over on his chest, looking at Tyler.

"So you’re in it? For real?" He asked me, Tyler woke up and started to cry. I picked him up and started to rock him in my arms.

"For real." I told him, kissing the top of Tyler’s head; he looked up at me with baby blue eyes that sparkled just like Clays.