The father he deserves

I'm sitting in my living room and I can hear it. My husband says "chicka chicka" and my son responds "boom boom!" Every night we read it to him. You wouldn't know that two years ago, my son was 2 months old and we both ran for our lives. You wouldn't know that the man who helped conceive my son wanted to hurt us both. You wouldn't know that he hasn't sent crap for child support, doesn't visit or ask how he is (and believe me, I prefer it that way.) Because my son's dad just closed the book and kissed him goodnight. Checked on his paw patrol night light and closed the door. And he saw me with tears in my eyes, holding our young baby boy. He seems so confused because he doesn't see how beautiful he is.

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He chose my son when he chose me. He took us together. He didn't see my son as an add on, or some sub-clause. He picked my son and said 'he's mine now, and I will love him forever'. He loves both of our children equally. And I couldn't ask for a better father of my sons. Maybe my two year old will never have his birth father in his life. But he'll have the love, support, and encouragement of the father he deserves ❤