The Forbidden Baby

I was home.
I was home with my father and Maybell.
It wasn't pleasant.
Maybell was tooting around after me binky in her mouth.
My father was looking after her like a chick.
I didn't like that look in his eyes.
As I was cooking dinner she held onto my pants looking around.
Though she could look around before it was a big deal to her to look around like this I guess.
"Wanna see what mama is making?" I said looking down at her.
She looked at me a little confused but nodded her head.
I picked her up and let her look at me mixing the sauce.
She grabbed for the spoon and I helped her spin the sauce.
"Let me see Maybell." I heard my father say.
I ignored him and I continued to hold her as I cooked.
"Peyton." He said from behind me.
"I'm busy." I said.
"Then give me Maybell." He said.
"No. She's learning." I said still not looking at him.
"Maybell come to pop pop." He said and I saw him reach to touch her.
Surprisingly she hit him on the hand and took out her binky.
"Marr." She said then popped it right back in.
He looked at her with a face that said that he wasn't sure what to say.
I looked at Maybell as she looked at the water bubble and I started to smile.
Then I started to laugh.
I laughed until I started crying too.
"Who the hell is Marr?" He asked making me stop laughing.
"Don't curse in front of her. And Marr can be one of Dylan's friends." I said then went onto ignore him.
What an ass hole.
After I made dinner I ate and cleaned up.
Maybell liked biting everything now.
She was a little biter.
I had to get her off the breast because she started biting.
She still had that milk, I just gave it to her in a bottle.
God, when I thought about milk still coming out of me and that it would still becoming out for a year or more it made me depressed.
What kind of guy would love a woman like that?
I wanted to find a way to get that out forever.
I swear after this I was getting my tubes tied.
Maybe.
As I tried to drift off to sleep watching Maybell sleep I thought.
What would I do if the baby had been the worst?
Would I give the child up for adoption and have nothing to do with her or him?
Or what if it was Dylan or Marc's, would I tell them?
Dylan already had a child but was Marc ready for the responsibility?
Sure, Marc was a sweet heart to Maybell and his brothers daughter.
But really is a man ever ready until he has it forced into his hands.
Although if I get far away enough then no one would have to know.
I think I liked that option.