01-16-2016, 05:06 AM
Tom's mood did not improve over the forty minutes it took him to update his CV. He grumbled to himself as he wrote. "Stupid Sam," he snarled. "Stupid parents. Stupid boys-can-get-pregnant rule. And stupid, stupid ME! What was I possibly thinking when I had sex with him?!"
His mother appeared in the doorway. "If you're going to be so childish about this," she said, "We may as well go to the Scott household tomorrow with you so we can discuss the matter with his parents like mature adults."
"What are you, my probation officer?" Tom grimaced. "What am I saying? Of course you are. You're my mother."
"That's right, I am," she said, "And I carried you around in my womb for nine months, then in my arms for many more months after that, and I raised you right. The least you can do is show me some respect."
Tom felt a little guilty after she said that. He fell back on his chair and groaned. "God dammit, Mum," he said. "I've just learned I'm gonna be a father. I've just learned that the baby's mother is someone I don't even know that well, and had a loud conversation with said mother on the phone. I've just learned that I'm gonna have to give up on the biggest dream I've ever had in my life so he and our kid can have a roof over their heads, and there's no way out of this situation that doesn't result in me pissing somebody off big-time! I'm not in the goddamn mood!"
There was a tense pause between them. Tom suddenly slammed the lid of his laptop shut and buried his face in his arms, crying angry and miserable tears. His mother, despite her strictness, came over to him and offered him a comforting hug. "You'll be alright, Tom," she whispered. "I just know you will."
His mother appeared in the doorway. "If you're going to be so childish about this," she said, "We may as well go to the Scott household tomorrow with you so we can discuss the matter with his parents like mature adults."
"What are you, my probation officer?" Tom grimaced. "What am I saying? Of course you are. You're my mother."
"That's right, I am," she said, "And I carried you around in my womb for nine months, then in my arms for many more months after that, and I raised you right. The least you can do is show me some respect."
Tom felt a little guilty after she said that. He fell back on his chair and groaned. "God dammit, Mum," he said. "I've just learned I'm gonna be a father. I've just learned that the baby's mother is someone I don't even know that well, and had a loud conversation with said mother on the phone. I've just learned that I'm gonna have to give up on the biggest dream I've ever had in my life so he and our kid can have a roof over their heads, and there's no way out of this situation that doesn't result in me pissing somebody off big-time! I'm not in the goddamn mood!"
There was a tense pause between them. Tom suddenly slammed the lid of his laptop shut and buried his face in his arms, crying angry and miserable tears. His mother, despite her strictness, came over to him and offered him a comforting hug. "You'll be alright, Tom," she whispered. "I just know you will."