It was only me and my son Isaac forever. 6 years to be exact. The father, Zachary Dean Herron, had left me about 2 weeks before I found out. I never told him since he had already left me.
My father deserted me too. I was kicked out of my own home and forced to immediately find a job. I could only afford a studio apartment but it worked.
~6 years ago~
I carefully took Isaac up to our apartment. He was wrapped in his baby blanket and buckled into his carseat. The kind cab driver helped me with the rest of my stuff and then left without me paying.
I unpacked as Isaac slept. I was able to finnish without him waking up but he soon did and I quickly took him out of his carseat and fed him.
My baby boy finished and I laid him next to me on the bed. I grabbed his tiny, chubby fingers and looked at his cute face.
"No one's ever gonna hurt you love, I'm gonna give you all of my love," I start to promise.
"Nobody matters like you," I finnish.
I looked around at my crappy apartment then back to him.
"Don't worry, your life isn't gonna be anything like my life. You're gonna grown and have a good life because I'm gonna do what I have to do," I tell him.
Little Isaac looked at me with, what looked like, a small smile.
~Now~
"Mama, can we not have a birthdayparty?" Isaac asks.
"Why?" I counter question.
"What if we went to Disneyland? Just me and you?"
I bite my lip while thinking and slowly nod. I bend down to his height and smile big.
"Anything for you," I tell him.
He hugs me tight before running off to his room, probably to play Ninja Turtles.
~2 Days Later~
I grabbed all of the bags from the trunk along with Isaac's hand before going to the park entrance. We get in fine and wander around.
After riding a few rides, we decide to sit and eat. I sit down and pass Isaac his food before hearing my name being called.
I turn around and see none other than the man I have managed to not run into for the past 6 years. A taller, cuter, smiley Zach approaches me.
"Hi! How are you," He greets.
"I'm um good, you?" I ask.
"Good, good...who's this little guy?" Zach asks me while looking at Isaac.
"That's my son Isaac," I slightly mumble.
"Your son! How old is he?"
"Six," I quietly answer.
Zach smiles before his faces drains of color.
"Is he...is he um...mine?"
I slowly nod and look away from him. There was a long pause of silence before I hear the table creek on the other side.
"Hi Isaac! I'm your dad," I hear Zach greet our son.
