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110% in 3 years Pt. II (Final)

9 Jan

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(note from the author: Please read PT. I first     https://ryanimpink.wordpress.com/2014/01/09/110-in-3-years-pt-i/  )

 

Rick took on the role as father as if he were a soldier in a war for his legacy. He knew he was a loser. He didn’t need the constant reminders, though he received them. One day during a mild argument about a questionable comment left on a photo posted on the internet, Megan told Rick that he was a piece of shit in all aspects of life except one. She told him he was a great father. Both statements were true. Rick was okay with that.

 

The months dragged on and Rick was there in Laney’s life. He was devouring parenting books as fast as he could and applying what he learned. He was extra careful to not upset Megan as to not cause fights because he read that could affect the development of his new found love and reason for being. Though they still lived separately, the spent a lot of time together. Rick needed this time to be around Laney but not for his sake but for hers. He knew, from what he read, the importance the role of a father plays in the first years of life.

 

Holidays passed, birthdays passed and logically the years passed. Laney was an early developer and stared uttering her first words around 14 months. She was speaking sentences by two and a half years. By three years she was able to carry out eerily adult like conversations.

 

One day when Rick and Laney were at the park, Laney on a swing with Rick pushing she said “Daddy, you aren’t going to be around much longer are you?”

 

Rick almost choked on his gum. “Why are you asking that?”

 

Laney paused then responded “You didn’t say no Daddy” another pause “Mommy fights you a lot. I know you don’t like it”

 

Rick was at a complete loss for words. She was onto to his plan. Three years. It was time to go. He gave more of himself than he thought possible because he read that the personality of a child is practically solidified at around three years old. He thought if he put in his solid three years of stellar fatherhood, he would set Laney up for life. He could not take it anymore. The ridicule that Megan doled out. She would belittle him in front of others. Worse, in front of Laney. But how could Laney have sensed that this was coming?

 

His eyes started welling up. “Do you trust Daddy?”

 

“Of course, Daddy”

 

“Then know that Daddy will always be close”

 

“Okay Daddy”

 

Later that night alone in his apartment Rick knew that he had to put Plan B in action. He went to his closet and found the egg shaped ball of aluminum foil and carefully opened it up exposing two gelatin capsules full of white powder. With tears thin his eyes he poured himself a glass of Teacher’s whiskey and quickly washed the capsules down. As warmth turned to coolness turned to numbness turned to darkness he whispered “Trust Daddy Laney”

110% in 3 years Pt. I

9 Jan

 

 

 

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(Note from the author: this story will be told in parts not to exceed 500 words. The parts are not pre-written and will be posted immediately upon being edited and revised.)

Their relationship was horrible practically from the beginning. Rick knew he should have gotten out after the first glimpse of jealous rage which took place only weeks after having first met. He couldn’t leave though. The physical release that Megan gave him was so intense he tricked himself into staying a few weeks at a time. Then other circumstances came along that tricked him into staying for a few months at a time. Then a grave circumstance came along that tricked him into staying for a few years.

Rick was jogging one day when he got a call from Megan. It was odd for her to be calling because they were separated and haven’t spoken for some time. Slightly out of breath, he answered. She was crying. For some odd reason Rick knew what this was about.

“Remember our trip to the Jersey shore back in March” she asked.

“Yeah” he answered. It was July.

“Well, I’m pregnant. It’s yours” She said opening a floodgate of tears.

Rick was surprisingly stoic. He immediately knew what he had to do. What constituted for Rick’s father wasn’t so much a human but a chemical consuming machine and Rick vowed never to be like him. Even though Rick never intended on being a father, he knew the way he lived his life it was bound to happen one day. And he knew that when this day came that he was going to step up.

Tears started to roll down Rick’s face. This was it, his chance to break the cycle, his chance to not fuck up another human life.

“What’s the next step?” he asked. The had been separated for 5 months. They went on their trip to the Jersey shore because the room was already paid for and a few hundred bucks to Rick was a lot of money.

“Let’s move back together?” she said, her wet sobs mysteriously dried up.

“Take it easy” he said “I want to be there for the baby and all but let’s go slow. I don’t want my kid growing up in a house with people screaming and fighting like I had to. I’ll do the right thing, I swear, but one step at a time”

Megan agreed. The next few months included trips to the doctor, the reading of books on parenting, not so romantic dinners, together. Then on a cold day in February, Laney was born. Seven pounds, two ounces and healthy as could be. Rick and Megan actually felt close. Rick was glad about this as it was all part of his plan.

They spent three long days in a maternity suite that was infinitely nicer than the Jersey Shore hotel room where Laney was conceived. Of course neither of them had the means to pay for this but Megan’s father did. In these three long days, Megan reminded Rick why they could never be together as he did her. There was constant bickering over everything, anything and nothing at all.