NINETY-THREE

“I am not a good man – you know I deal with bloodlust. Do you think I can be a father?” He questioned me.

“Do you want to be a good father?” I shot back. “And don’t lie thinking it’s what I want to hear.”

“There’s no reason for me to lie,” he deadpanned. “I never wanted kids because I didn’t want to leave anything of me behind but then you got pregnant and I’ve been thinking. Yes, I want to be a good father. Your baby deserves a good father.” I pursed my lips.

“This isn’t about me, Cahir. It’s OUR baby, not just mine. Yes, my baby deserves a good father but do you want to be a good father for them?” I almost snapped but I held myself.

My emotions were all over the place but there were too many words that I wanted to get out and I didn’t want to risk losing my cool and ending this conversation with an argument.

“I – Yeah,” he said but there was little conviction in his tone.

“You know, I’ve been thinking and that’s why I’m still up by this time,” I confessed. “My father lost his