ground out. “I’ve been livid with you for the past year thinking that you aborted our child! And now, after no words from you, no information, no announcement of any kind, I just happen to stumble onto the fact that you gave birth to my daughter!”
Walker was trying very hard not to yell, but he could honestly say that he had never been so furious in his life. He paced back and forth, trying to come to terms with the fact that he had a daughter.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded.
Amy stared at him, the spoon suspended in midair, while Lilly leaned forward, trying to reach the green blob. But it was just slightly out of her reach. When she squawked in protest, Amy turned around, her mind confused by his words.
She fed Lilly several bites, unable to even smile at her daughter’s happy bliss over her pureed peas . Meanwhile, her mind absorbed the news that Walker was angry that he wasn’t part of his daughter’s life.
“When I told you about my pregnancy, you said, and I quote, ‘What are you going to do about it?’”
Walker heard the words and the question above the buzzing in his ears and tried to calm down enough to understand what she was asking. “Exactly.”
“Our baby was not an ‘it’!” she replied furiously, startling Lilly who smacked her hands together in joy. “I took care of everything because you called our baby an ‘it’ so don’t come back now and tell me that you wanted this child.”
“Wanted this child?” he repeated. “Amy, I was trying to give you room to handle what you seemed to be suicidal about! You were crying when you told me the news!”
She turned and looked back at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Because we’d never discussed children! We discussed the making of children. We practiced making children. But you never mentioned any desire to actually have children. So when confronted with the results of our practice ,” she explained with emphasis, “your attitude was that it was my responsibility.” She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “So I did. I released you from what seemed to be an onerous complication in your wild lifestyle and took care of my daughter.”
He shook his head. “You misinterpreted my comments Amy!” he growled back. “You purposely tried to turn this around so that you were the wounded party but I never wanted you to have an abortion.”
She tried very hard not to yell at him. “Well you were mighty quick to dump me after hearing the news about my pregnancy.”
“Our pregnancy!” he emphasized. “Our daughter! And the only reason I stopped showing up was because I was devastated that you didn’t want our baby! That you were ‘going to take care of it’ since you like throwing one’s words around a year later. How was I supposed to interpret that sentence?” He let those words hang in the air, only Lilly’s happy gurgling breaking the silence. “If you were in my place, how would you interpret that statement?” he asked in a calmer voice.
He watched her eyes, seeing the comprehension and feeling like he’d finally gotten through to her. “And so now, a year later, I find out that I have a baby girl.” He rubbed his hand through his hair again, unconcerned with how it looked afterwards. He kept it short enough so that it wasn’t generally an issue if his fingers ruffled through it in frustration. “Hear me clearly now, Amy. I didn’t know about this baby before. But I fully intend to get to know my daughter now. I’ve been trying to deal with this, trying to ignore the anger caused by the fact that you aborted our child, but there’s no way I’m leaving her out of my life now.”
With those words, he walked out of Amy’s house.
Amy sat in front of Lilly, hearing his powerful engine start up and then drive away and she bit her lip as she thought back to that devastating conversation with Walker. Had she