“Are you serious? I’ve never been happier. And
I’m so damn proud of you, that I could just die
from it.”
“Proud of me?”
“Oh Patrick. I always knew that you were a
wonderful man, you only needed to know it to give
yourself a chance.”
I shake my head to brush away her words.
“The love ya feel for her and the lil creature,”
she whispers, “is in every movement ya make,
every gesture and look you give her, son. She’s a
lucky girl.”
“I’m the lucky one.”
“And I am as well.”
“How’s that?”
“Finally I’ll have a grandchild,” she says,
smiling and my heart leaps up to my throat.
“You know it’s not mine, right Mom? I already
told you that.”
“Sure I know.” She smiles. “It’s not blood that
ties a man to his child. It’s the love, Patrick. Love
is the only thing that counts.” And having said
that, she goes back into the living room so as not
to miss any of the party.
“Patrick.” Carl approaches me as soon as Mom
has left. “I’m happy that you’ve brought her here.”
“I’m happy too.”
“Your mother doesn’t do anything but talk about
the baby.”
“I can imagine.”
