I nodded to him and went back to my mother. I told her it was time to meet the father of my child and she told me it was a moment only I had to go through with.
All her interest to see the man disappeared but I could hardly blame her, that bed was huge and any opportunity to sleep in it had to be seized.
When I got to the beach, I met a tall redhead that had the scantiest hair ever, his lashes were almost nowhere to be found and my heart sunk.
I almost started crying. I did not want my child's hair to be scanty, and neither did I want it to be redheaded but the words the tall stranger that stood in front of me said calmed me down.
He told me my real baby daddy was waiting at the lounge, but he requested that I put on comfy clothes.
I thought it was thoughtful of him until I got to the changing room and saw the clothes he described as comfy. They were nothing like the clothes I considered comfy. They were hardly even clothes.