She never wanted a baby. Their screams, their red faces, the tears in their squinty eyes. They want comfort, 24/7 comfort. She wasn’t capable of loving anyone but herself but she accepted that.
Now here he is, he’s looking at her. Cooing, giggling, and even smiling a little. Maybe it’s gas. He’s got her eyes. He’s got his no good father’s blonde hair.
The dogs bark, his eyes fill with tears, and here comes that god damn scream. She can’t take it. It’s not her fault, it was an accident. She hates crying babies.