#sarahed

Oh god, what had I gotten us into?

Equivalent exchange really is a load of bullshit. Nine months of pain is the consequence for nine minutes of pleasure. I'd like to say I lasted longer than a measly nine minutes, but that’s besides the point.

I had gotten the both of us into a whole mess of trouble.

Alfons was pissed. He knew it would be difficult to support a kid. They were able to support the three of them with their current salaries, but if a fourth person came into the picture…

But not just a fourth person. A baby.

Those tended to be a bit more expensive than most people.

But it was far too late. What was done was done, and now I had to face the consequences. I had to take the responsibilities. This was going to be my kid. My child. My own flesh and blood.

I was going to support it. I didn’t care if that meant having two jobs, three jobs, or ten jobs.

I was going to take care of that thing. And I was going to love the hell out of it.

And it was going to be a rough journey ahead. Sarah would need taking care of. She’d have cravings and mood swings… most likely taken out on me… but I was going to handle everything that she threw at me to the best of my ability.

After all, it was my fault she had even gotten to that condition. 

And I had to get rid of my drinking habits. That would be a slow, painful process. But I had to do it.

I was going to be a father.