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Everything had been going just so well with David, but I was just plain scared shitless of this picnic on Saturday. My daughter’s father had abandoned all responsibilities, never acknowledged that he had a daughter, never paid a penny of child support, and has never even seen his daughter, and yet David not only hasn’t been scared away from a woman with a child, he even suggested a picnic in the park so that he could meet her.
After I got home on Friday, I sat Lucy down and tried to explain things to her. Her mommy has a boyfriend, and we’re all going to have a picnic in the park so that we can meet. He’s a really nice guy, pretty tall, with short dark hair and a beard. It was kind of a shame that I didn’t have a picture of David to show her. I had to explain what a boyfriend was, as best I could to a 4½ year old.
Mom was helpful, too, doing the laundry so Lucy and I would have clean clothes without me having to spend time away from my daughter. She was pleased when I told her that David wanted to meet the rest of my family if the introduction to Lucy went OK. ‘Wait, you mean David was the one who suggested meeting Lucy and your family? I never heard of a man doing that!’
‘I know, mom, I know. I’ve been so afraid that telling him I had a daughter would run him off, but it didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. At least so far, he’s behaving like a man, not a boy, and I’m just so thrilled, I can’t even put it into words.’
‘Well, Lucy is such a sweetheart that I just know this David will love her. Try not to be scared of this meeting, I think that it’s going to go a lot better than you think.’
‘Mom, what if I’m taking up with David just to find a father for Lucy? I mean, it doesn’t feel that way to me, this whole romance seems real, but Lucy is always a concern in the back of my mind.’
‘I don’t know, honey, I’ve got no way of knowing. You’ll just have to work your way through it.’
Saturday morning came, and I didn’t wake up until the sun was streaming into my eyes. Of course, sleeping late was the result of not getting much sleep overnight. because I was tossing and turning, fretting over this picnic. Mom thinks it will all go well, but I’m afraid of an impending disaster. What if David doesn’t like Lucy? What if Lucy doesn’t like him?
I was just a nervous wreck all morning, and I hoped that Lucy couldn’t tell. I washed all of the dishes, just to give my hands something to do, and I fretted over my clothes and Lucy’s clothes. I had gotten some cups of milk and juice ready for Lucy last night, so that was already done. I didn’t want to be early, because it would be simpler if David had everything set up before we got there.
I really wanted to look my best for David today, and picked out this pair of denim short shorts I bought a year ago, but hardly ever wore. I had to sit down on the bed and check a couple of times, to make sure nothing that shouldn’t show was showing, and I was good there, but, looking in the mirror, I wondered if I wasn’t too fat to wear these. I mean, I’m not really that heavy, but I’m sure not a Skinny-Minnie like so many of the 18-year-old coeds. I didn’t see any cellulite in the mirror, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any. I figured that, with this much leg showing, a more modest t-shirt would be the better choice for a top.
I got lucky in one regard: there was an easy parking space on East High Street, right in front of the tennis courts at Woodland Park, and I didn’t even have to parallel park to get in it. David had told me where to look for him, and I was able to spot the picnic set up in the distance. We had just started walking over when the noon church bells from that big red brick church across the street started, so we were right on time. There was David waving to us, and I carried Lucy as we walked over. I gave my boyfriend a quick kiss, and David seemed to understand just what it meant: something to show Lucy that we liked each other, without it being too much for a little girl. David and I both sat down, cross-legged, on this old comforter he’d brought for a picnic blanket. Lucy took one look at him, and she was acting a lot braver than I expected. She looked at me, and then she looked at him, and then walked up to him and asked, just as calmly as can be, ‘Are you my daddy?’
Oh, my God, what did she just do? I sat stunned for half a second, and then said, ‘Lucy, don’t . . . ‘ but it was too late. David’s eyes never wavered, and just sat there and smiled, and then he did it, he actually said, ‘Yes, Lucy, I am.’
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I might not be the smartest guy in the world, but I’m not the dumbest, either, and I had already run this particular scenario through my head a dozen times. I figured that Lucy would either be scared of me, a big, strange guy, or she’d sort of understand that I was her mom’s boyfriend. If it was the latter, I might, might! get one of two questions, either ‘Are you going to be my daddy?’ or ‘Are you my daddy?’ And I knew that my whole future depended on how I answered whichever question I got. To have a future with Sharon meant becoming a stepfather to her daughter, and the more I thought about it, the less nervous I became about it, the more I wanted that future.
Was I ready to become a father at 23? No, not really, but then again, almost no man is really ready to become a father when he does. Sharon had already said that the guy who got her pregnant proved that he wasn’t a real man when he abandoned any responsibility toward his own daughter, and, quite frankly, I feel the same way. My parents had some tough times, too, but they never split up, and I always knew that my mom respected my dad just as much as she loved him. It’s not just a question of whether I could have a future with Sharon, it was also a question of whether I deserved a future with her, and only a man was worthy of her love.
So, the question wasn’t any surprise to me. Sharon’s daughter walked right up to me and asked, ‘Are you my daddy?’ I could see this look of terror on Sharon’s face, but I knew, right away, how a boy would answer that question, and how a man would. ‘Yes, Lucy, I am.’
It was just the most amazing thing. Lucy stepped in and gave me a big, four-year-old hug, and Sharon just burst into tears. I have to admit: I got a bit misty-eyed myself.
‘Oh, my God, David!’ Sharon was crying her eyes out, and she practically leaped over to hug me and hug Lucy and kiss me and just about smother us both.
It took her a couple of minutes to get composed, before she could ask anything sensible. Finally, she asked me, ‘Do you know what you’ve just done?’
‘Yes, sweetheart, I know exactly what I’ve done. It looks like I’ve got myself a daughter, a pretty nice one, too.’ By this time, I was sitting cross-legged, with Lucy sitting in my lap. I tried to lighten up the situation with a joke. ‘And hey, I even lucked out by missing the diaper stage.’ Sharon just looked at me for a second, and then she hit me on the shoulder, and just said, ‘You!’
We joked around for a little bit, Lucy getting more used to me and Sharon getting a bit more clear-headed. We obviously needed to talk, but it was still clear to me that her brain was just roiling with everything that had just happened. I’d have to be the one to get the conversation started. ‘You know, this wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment answer. After the stuff you told me yesterday, I guessed that she just might have a question like that. I thought about it long and hard, and knew what my answer was going to be, last night.’ Sharon just stared at me after that one.
‘Really? This was what you planned all along? You thought about this, you were ready for this, and you didn’t leave yourself an out?’
‘No need to leave myself an out if I don’t want an out.’
Sharon just kept staring at me, looking almost stunned. I don’t know if she was trying to think of something to say next, or she was still trying to process what had already happened. As for me, h
aving already thought through this, there was no worrying about what had already happened, it was time to think about what was going to happen next. Still, I thought that it would be easier to lighten the mood a bit, so I opened up the picnic basket and started to put together a couple of sandwiches, asking Lucy if she liked tuna salad, or would prefer peanut butter, since I’d brought a jar of that as well, I figured that a little kid might pick peanut butter.
It turned out to be a good guess, because that’s what Lucy wanted. Heck, looks like I got my very first daddy-thing right. I was paying more attention to Lucy, but every time I glanced over at Sharon, I could see it, a have stunned, half amazed look on her face.
I had guessed that Lucy might have asked me that question, but I figured that she might still be pretty shy, and more clinging to the mother she knew than willing to play with the daddy she just met, I got that wrong. Lucy was eager to meet me, and eager to play. She wanted to know her daddy, and it occurred to me that she might have been the only kid her age she knew who didn’t have a father around, at 4½, she was old enough to notice that difference. She bounced around, sat on my lap, and even climbed on my back a bit. She took well to being picked up and being bounced around, so I tried something I once saw another guy try with his kid: he called it ‘flip chair.’
I was sitting cross-legged on the blanket, and Lucy sat in my lap. I took a fairly secure grip on her thighs, and then did a backwards seated somersault off the blanket into the grass, Lucy was held securely in, so she was somersaulting with me, and was squealing in delight. Of course, this was one of those games that couldn’t stop with just one, and I should have realized: there’s no way a kid Lucy’s age is going to get tired of this game faster than I would. She even liked when she was upside down, and I declared that the flip chair got stuck!
I could see it in Sharon’s eyes: she’d have married me on the spot if she could have. Everything was going just perfectly for Lucy and for her, and the truth is that I had planned it all. Still, for all of my planning, I had no flaming idea how I just chose, basically, to go from being single and free to committed and a father in, really, just a day. Sharon had given me an out before, and I could have taken it easily, every friend I had would have thought that would have been the smart thing for me to do. Committed really might have been the right word: Wayne would have said that being committed was just what needed to happen to me!
I suppose that we’d been there a couple of hours, when I asked the next question: ‘Should I go and meet the rest of your family now?’
‘David, are you sure? I mean, this has all been going so wonderfully, I’m afraid that somehow I’m just going to mess things up now. I mean, everything has been just a whirlwind, such a huge rush. I told my mom that you had suggested that, and she just said, you mean that a man actually suggested that?’
‘Sure, why not? Unless your mother is a wanted serial killer, what could go wrong?’ I was trying to keep things less tense, because Sharon was so worried.
‘Well, I don’t think that she intends to kill you, though you never can be sure where mom is concerned.’ Sharon was trying to joke around, too, which boded well for keeping things only semi-serious.
It worked out pretty well, in the end. I drove my car home, and Sharon followed me, so that we could head over to her mom’s house in one vehicle. Her mom liked me, although she seemed to have a look of incredulity on her face from time to time, Sharon told me later that her mom just couldn’t believe that I had volunteered to be a father to Lucy. Men just don’t act that way, her mother had told her, I said that maybe boys don’t act that way, but men do.
We wound up spending the rest of the day at her mom’s house, well into the evening, talking about mostly unserious stuff. We even caught part of the Reds’ game that my buddies had go to see on Channel 18, but the camera never panned over onto them. Around 9:00, it was Lucy’s bedtime, and Sharon had me put her in bed and read her a story. I could see Lucy’s eyes beaming, and both Sharon and her mom were sitting in the living room crying.
I was well and thoroughly trapped, and didn’t mind it a bit. There was no way that Sharon and I couldn’t stay together, and not break Lucy’s heart at this point, and Sharon, her mom, and I all knew it.
Two weeks later, we were married.
It was just a quick ceremony, in a judge’s chambers, with her mom and my parents there, that was it. Neither Sharon nor I could afford anything bigger, but that was all we needed. My apartment lease was up at the end of June, and I let that go. We had thought about trying to find a two bedroom apartment, but the simpler, and cheaper, solution was just for me to move in with Sharon in her mother’s house. Her mom still had to watch Lucy while we were in school, and then at work during the summer. In two years we were both graduated, and had saved enough money living at her mom’s place to put a down payment on a brick rancher in a neighborhood off of Tates Creek Road. By then, Lucy was in the first grade, so Lucy’s mom didn’t have nearly the babysitting chores she’d had before.
The real kicker came the final semester before we were graduated, when Ken and Joely got together. By then, Sharon had spilled the beans about our backstage hate-fuck, and at some point, Ken apparently dragged Joely up there and gave her the same treatment. I wonder how many other UK students have used the place for that?
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Fast forward twenty years:
Money was still tight the first few years after we bought our home, but we both worked hard and started getting ahead. Lucy’s birth certificate did not list a father, which was a good thing, because it made my adoption of Lucy easier. And that was a good thing, because, on her 24th birthday, guess who showed up at the door? Yup, it was the guy named Rick, the absent ‘father’ who wanted nothing to do with his daughter, the ‘father’ whose own father had said that Sharon and Lucy wouldn’t get one dime, and the ‘father’ who had never even seen his daughter before.
Well, he was 44 years old now, and had tried to grow up a bit. Since his name wasn’t on the birth certificate, and I had legally adopted Lucy as my own daughter, he had absolutely no legal claim at all. And it turned out that he had no emotional claim at all, either: Sharon had told Lucy the truth about her conception once she was old enough to understand what had happened, and nothing at all changed, I was still Lucy’s father as far as she was concerned. As much as I wanted to tell this Rick asshole to get lost, that really was Lucy’s job, since she was now an adult. She told him, in no uncertain terms, that no, he wasn’t her father, but just some anonymous sperm donor, and she told him that she understood the difference between males and men . . . and that he was the former, not the latter. She was just barely polite enough not to slam the door in his face, but she shut it, very firmly.
Sharon and I had two more kids together, but Lucy was always as much my daughter as the kids we had later.
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