Outraged, I exclaimed, “That’s unbelievable! What’s your plan?” “I’m torn, Mark. I don’t want to end the pregnancy, but being a single mom in college seems impossible. My parents will be furious,” she lamented. Without hesitation, I offered, “Let me help. We can get married, and I’ll be there to raise the baby with you. You won’t have to face this alone.”Molly looked at me skeptically. “I can’t ask that of you. It’s not fair.” “It’s not about fairness. I care about you and want to support you,” I insisted. After some contemplation, Molly agreed.
We had a simple courthouse wedding with two friends as witnesses. Together, we navigated the challenges of college life while preparing for the baby’s arrival. While I grew increasingly excited about fatherhood, Molly seemed to grapple with the sacrifices motherhood demanded. When Amelia was born, she instantly became the center of my universe. She bore a striking resemblance to Molly, leading everyone to believe she was biologically mine. Despite initial struggles, Molly adapted to motherhood, and for a while, we functioned as a happy family.
Be First to Comment