Echo's British Man

Chapter 1

Hello, my name is Echo James McCoy, and I'm 17 years old, gay, and I have a 2-year-old son named Emery James McCoy. I gave birth to Emery three months and four days after my 15th birthday. I live with my two mum's - mum is Elizabeth McCoy and mama is Amanda McCoy; they adopted me when I was 7 years old, and I'm an only child by them and my biological parents.

My birth mother died giving birth to me, and my birth father died from a drug overdose when I was 5 years old. I lived in four different foster homes before coming to live with mum and mama.

Emery's other dad, Lee Williams, is in prison for raping me when I was 14 years old and he was 22 years old at the time it happened. Lee was sentenced to five years in prison and is his second year of five years. I was walking home from my best friend Harlee Andrews house when the rap happened. Harlee, Tyler and I had been hanging out that Saturday, and I insisted on walking home alone, after Tyler had wanted to walk me home.

So, today is Friday in May 2020, and it's 6:30 a.m., and I've just finished showering and performing the rest of my morning routine. Now, I'm dressing myself and once I'm done with this, I'll wake and dress Emery after packing his 'Superman' backpack for daycare.

"Em, it's time to get up, baby," I gently say while softly brushing his light blonde hair from his forehead with the tips of my fingers.

"No papa, sweepy," he mumbles, snuggling into his bed further.

Giggling softly, I bend at the waist to kiss his chubby cheek; "Nope, it's time to get ready for daycare."

"See Ms. Cawly?" he sweetly asks, opening his eyes some.

"Yes, you'll see Ms. Carly," I assure with a smile and a nod; Carly is one of the daycare workers, and he really loves her.

"Otay!" he quietly cheers, wrapping his tiny arms around my neck to snuggle his body into mine.

Smiling, I peck the top of his messy blond hair as I stand with him in my arms to walk us to the bathroom where he can try to use the toilet. I've been slowly and patiently potty training him since his birthday last month. After he uses the toilet, washes his hands, I help him brush his teeth and hair before returning to his room to dress him for the day.

Entering the kitchen, we find mum cooking breakfast, which is french toast, and it smells delicious; "Morning mum. Em, tell nana morning."

"Orning nana!" he chirps, bouncing in my arms.

"Morning my babies," she replies, smiling brightly at us while flipping over the last piece of french toast.

"We no baby," he pouts at her with a deep frown and a slight pout.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you and papa are big boy's," she apologizes with a serious expression.

Emery nods satisfied at her apology while I settle him into his high chair that is attached to one of the kitchen table chairs, while trying not to laugh. Mama enters dressed in a sharp navy colored two-piece suit with a crisp white blouse and black flats - she's a lawyer and mum is a fashion designer. They're in the process of renewing their fostering license, as they want to foster again - they haven't in two years since Emery was born.

"Good morning, my loves," she greets with a smile, then kisses mum and then Em and me on the top of our heads.

"Morning mama," I softly greet as I gather silverware, glasses and plates for breakfast.

"Nanma!" Emery shrieks, throwing his arms up in the air for a hug from her, which she happily gives him.

"Any plans for the weekend?" mum asks me while we eat.

Shrugging at her, I say; "No, I'll probably just spend the weekend at home with you three."

Mum and mama frown at me, so I instantly feel guilty that I'm disappointing them again with not wanting to do something; "Sorry, I'll take Em out of the house tomorrow and get out of your hair."

"Echo, that isn't what we meant. We just want you to be a teenager, you really do little outside the house except for school," mama says.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, ducking my head to avoid their gazes. "I'll try to be better."

"Echo, we get why you don't enjoy being out after dark, but you can't live the rest of your live in fear," mum whispers.

"I'm not, I have a child that is my responsibility, and he has a routine that I follow, and that doesn't allow me to be out late at night," I murmur, standing to take Emery to clean him off before we leave.

"Echo, it's okay to have a healthy amount of fear in life, but not this much. You're a great papa who spends all of his free time with your son. You never take an occasional night to be a teen who hangs out with his friends alone," mama says following us into the kitchen.

"Mama, I don't need to be a normal teen," I say with my back to her still. "I don't have fear, I'm focused on school and raising my son, that's all."

"You'll never meet a nice man to date, fall in love with and marry, or have more babies with," mum says joining us.

Groaning at her; "Mum, that's irrelevant since I don't want any of those."

"Echo James McCoy! Mama and I want all of those things for you!" mum scolds with mama humming in agreement.

"Well, no one will want those with me since I'm tainted, and I won't let anyone treat Emery differently because of how he came about," I say turning with him in my arms.

"That's not true, on either account. The right guy won't do those things," mama tries.

"Sure," I say, not wanting to argue any further. "May we leave now?"

"Yes," mum sighs softly. "Both of you have a great day, and love you."

"Love you both," mama adds, as she and mum kiss us both on the cheeks in goodbye.

Grabbing my backpack and Emery's, along with my cell and keys, I carry Emery out to my Jeep to buckle Emery in before driving us off to his daycare. Walking us into the daycare center, I sign him in, and then head to his room which is for 18 months-3-year-olds.

"Good morning, Emery," Mrs. Sarah greets him from our left. "Good morning, Echo, how are the two of you today?"

"Morning, Mrs. Sarah, and we're good thanks. How are you?" I return with a slight smile. "Em, say good morning to Mrs. Sarah."

"Orning," he mumbles around his fingers, that he's chewing on. "Miss Cawly?" he asks her, looking around.

"She'll be here soon, Emery," Sarah assures him with a smile. "Why don't you play before we do a craft?"

"Yesh!" he quickly agrees, rushing off to play with his friends - Kyler and Kylen (twin brothers) and Angela.

"Bye, Mrs. Sarah," I softly say with a small wave before leaving for school.