Spencer
Aunt Betty and Uncle John were already here, luckily. We all stayed the night hunched in the little hospital room. With hardly any space (including the floor which wasn't even long
enough to allow anyone to sleep on it) I ended up sleeping with my feet on Ezra's lap. Not that I did much we all just starred at each other wondering how we got
from where we were to where we are. In the morning Toby, Grandpa, Peter and Chris came over to the hospital too. As soon as Toby got here, we went off to get some
breakfast. Then we found and empty room on the pre-natal floor and, well, kinda went at it. Everyone deals with stress in their own way, right? And besides, we can't have sex in
Aunt Bettys house. And we probably won't get out for a while. Toby and I lay side by side. "Spencer..." He says breaking the silence.
"Yeah?"
"We need to talk about this."
"Aria? Why? There's nothing to talk about. They'll put her on anti depressiants and we'll watch her closer and she'll be -"
"Not Aria, Spencer, our kid."
"What ki -" I catch myself.
"Exactly. You don't even remember her."
"Or him."
"It."
"Don't call our baby an it." I cross my arms.
Toby sighs. "Our baby."
I sigh. "Wow. We have a baby..."
"We will. Maybe." Toby sits up.
"Maybe?" I sit up also.
"Well... are we keeping it?" He asks.
"Don't call her -"
"Sorry. Are we keeping our baby?"
"I don't know..." I rub my forhead. "I guess..." "You guess?" He stands up. "This is our kid, you don't just 'guess' if you keep it or not, you have to be SURE you want it or else he's gonna grow up and his family will resent him and leave him and he'll hate his life and then he'll fun away to a freaking farm in Kansas and get a girl pregnant and get drunk a lot and end up killing himself in the bathroom and
get stitched up by a farmer's cow stitching kit!"
I stare at him. "Um... Toby, calm down..."
"No, we're not keeping him."
"What? Your just said yourself we had to be sure. We have to think about it."
"No we don't. I'm sure. Look at Aria. She tried to kill herself mostly because of her parent's relationship problems. My dad didn't even care I was leaving home. My mom doesn't
even live near me. And I don't even need to get started on your 'family'! Come on Spence, we have no home, no job, no support from our family... We didn't plan this baby. He's
gonna know we resent him. You because you won't be able to go to college..."
"And why do you resent our baby?" I ask standing up.
Toby picks up his shirt and pulls it over his head. He crosses his arms and stares at me. Finally he let's them drop. "I don't. Not yet. But my dad resents me and my brother. And
if for whatever reason I don't love my son or daughter..." He shakes his head. "I can't do it. I can't be my dad."
"Then don't!" I say. "Then don't give up on your kid. Love him or her and take care of him. Don't be like your dad and toss it to the street."
