Family in Progress

Beginnings

Samantha's POV

My mom passed away when I was two. After she died it was just my dad and me. He raised me for four years before he married Sophie, my step mom. Sophie got pregnant a few years later and had my brother Kyle. The relationship between Sophie and I was unique and wonderful and she was always so understanding when I talked about my real mom; they actually knew each other a few years in high school before she left for New York and later on married my dad, and had me.

When I was in my junior year of high school, I got pregnant with my son Micah. I was just 17 at the time and before I got the chance to tell Micah's father anything about it, he dumped me. I dropped out two weeks after I found out. My Dad and Sophie supported me through the whole process. I was lucky enough to finish school online and got my diploma and took a few classes at the college just out of town.

After Micah's first birthday, Sophie offered me a job at her publishing house as a paid intern. I've been working there ever since, and I get full time day care for Micah as well.

There was a reason I decided not to tell his father about him. After countless talks with Sophie, who always encouraged me to at least call him when I was pregnant, I never had the courage to. I figured he would just blow it off and tell me it wasn't his or something. I don't think I could handle that kind of humiliation. Even though I was one hundred percent sure who his father was, I just didn't want to have some huge custody battle or have to go through DNA testing to prove myself. My dad actually supported me when I told him all my worries about that but I think he just didn't want to add more stress to my already full plate.

I love my life just the way it is, having a tiny human to hold in my arms at night is priceless and to have such a loving family is simply wonderful. From the outside people might say I have the perfect life, but that is so far from the truth. I love my Dad, and Sophie is an amazing mother who brought my brother into our lives. I couldn't have asked for better people to support me in my life, and having Micah has brought new wonders to all of our lives. My only wish is that he could have a dad in his life but I know that could never happen.

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It's four o'clock and I'm awakened by Micah sneaking into my bed. He wraps his little arm around my shoulder and falls back asleep quietly. I do the same and before I know it I'm awakened two hours later by my alarm clock. I get up and do my usual morning routine and run the bath for Micah, I undress and bathe him.

"Mama,"

"Yeah buddy?"

"Do you work today?" I pick him up out of the tub after rinsing out the soap in his hair and wrap his towel around him.

"Yeah honey, mommy works today."

I kiss him on the head before I sit him on the counter to brush his teeth. Having a 3 year old ask questions like that sucks, I wish I could stay home with him all day every day. I pick him up off the counter and we walk back to our room. I grab a pair of jeans from his clothing drawer and he picks out his own shirt. I pull his blue jeans over his legs and he pulls his shirt over his head. I slip his socks and shoes on and turn the TV on for him to watch as I start getting myself ready.

I lay out my skirt and blouse for the day on the bed and quickly fix my hair and do my makeup. I brush my teeth and then begin to get dressed and slip my shoes on. I grab Micah's bag, my purse, and pick him up to head upstairs.

Sophie has breakfast on the table for everyone when we reach the top of the stairs. I sit Micah in a chair and serve him some food on his plate before I go to wake up my brother.

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