My Best Friends Dad

Chapter 35: Oops

"Hey baby, come on in. My grandmas not here, neither is my brother." Jamar welcomed, as I walked into his apartment. We crashed on his bed, and he started kissing me.

"Hey, Jamar. I have something to tell you." I told him, as I pushed away. He sat up on the bed and tilted his head.

"Tell me." He said, as I reached out for his hand. I looked down at my stomach. It was a little larger. Was it even that noticeable?

"I'm... I'm pregnant." I whispered, tears running down my face. I felt like this was going to ruin my life and everyone else's involved in this mess.

"Sam....I" He started, as I put my head in my hands. I felt ashamed, and embarrassed. At that moment, I wanted to be dead.

"I'm going to be a dad?" He asked, as tears also ran down his face. In all of my life, I haven't felt this bad. I can't go through this plan. But I had no other choice.

"Yeah, I'm about 2 months along." I lied, as I gave him a hug. He shook his head, and hugged me back. I hope he doesn't dump me.

"I'm going to have to pick up more shifts, if we are going to raise this child. Do we need to go to any appointments yet? Are we going to get a house? Are you going to get a job?" Jamar asked, almost like he was going crazy with questions. I knew he was startled, and hopefully what I said next didn't startle him more.

"I'm putting it up for adoption..." I finally told him, and suddenly he frowned. He shook his head, and stood up from the bed. Pacing around the small apartment, he looked like he was going mad.

"No way in hell, you are not putting our baby up for adoption. If you can't keep it, I will. I have been in the foster care system and I have heard stories about adoption. It is hell. Living hell. My mom died when I was young, took them about 5 years to find my grandma. I went from hell to hell, trying to make it out alive with my brother. Trying not to be separated. No way! No." He yelled, punching a hole into the apartment wall. My eyes widened, and I looked down at my stomach. I couldn't kill the baby inside me, I just couldn't.

And now I couldn't put it up for adoption without the fathers signature. Unless... Unless I could find a way for the hospital to claim the baby died during birth, and have someone pretend to be the dad and forge the signature!!!

"Ok, ok. No adoption, we will keep it then..." I lied to him, as he cooled off from his angry meltdown. He nodded, then sat down on the couch. Am I a horrible person???