@tothemoonrping
Zachary was...he was amazing. He was the most perfect baby. And the time that she had spent miserable because he was late had been worth it. Or at least that’s what it had seemed like. And maybe it was true. Maybe the wait was worth it. Â
But the more time she spent with him, the more sure she was that she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t be his mom. She had no idea what she was doing. And she’d only promised she would try. And she had tried. For about a week, she’d been trying to be his mom. But she was failing. She wasn’t doing a good jo. She couldn’t do it.Â
Leaving Zachary with Cody, she told the man she was going to the store, fearing that he knew she was lying the entire time. With shaking hands, she sat in her car and sent a text to say goodbye. That had been three days ago.Â
Three days since she’d seen her son. Held the tiny precious baby. And not seeing him, abandoning him while hiding in her brother’s guest room, had felt more wrong than being his mom felt. But she couldn’t go back. How could she go back?Â
She wanted to call Cody. Now that it had been days, she regretted her choice, but she couldn’t seem to convince herself to pick up her phone. Anymore than she could convince herself to drive across town to his apartment.Â











