Pregnant Pause

Alright everyone, the post you have been eagerly anticipating. Maybe.

I think I’m ready to let it slide who little cookie’s father is.

I would think that it would be kind of obvious, but with the myriad of stories floating around, who knows what to believe, right?

Ok, here goes.

We met on New Years Eve at Kendall’s party. I was there, of course, as Kendall’s bestie, he as Kendall’s bf’s school friend. We hit it off and shared perhaps more than just a kiss at the stroke of midnight. We started seeing each other after that, just for fun at first, though as the months went on it became more serious. Both of us knew that we’d fallen hard for each other, but the fact that he was due to join the army in June meant that we knew whatever romance we had between the two of us was going to be short lived.

And then fate intervened.

I found out about Cookie near the end of June and let him know almost immediately afterwards. We discussed all our different options and what would be the best course of action before realising that this miracle was born from love. Not a drunken night in or a meaningless moment of lust but pure unadulterated love.

I knew it, he knew it. We just wish everybody else did. Perhaps the feeling is hard to comprehend because some of you have never felt it before? Maybe a picture would be a better medium? This is the best I can do using my basic photoshopping skills and a topic which is beyond explanation:

World, the father of my child is Cobey Row. Now you can go ahead and judge all you want. Everythime you bind me with your words and thoughts, love will set me free again.