Honeybee, could you imagine where our lives would be?

 "Oh, it's the most wonderful news!" 

Gabe was on the phone with his mother. And to think, he just wanted to text her the news about Sammie. For the life of him, he found it baffling. How could this be?

But he wasn't going to let own he was worried or stressed. Still, he had no words for all his mother's enthusiasm. 

"Did you let your father know?" She asked out of the blue.

"What?" He winced. "Was I supposed, to?"

He put one hand on his forehead. It wasn't like he'd heard from him. His dad left him alone after he moved in with his uncle. He didn't know if his uncle kept in touch with him. He couldn't see it. 

"Well, it would be good for him to know, you know, about you and Sammie," she sounded as if it were the right thing.

Gabe nursed his bottom lip. It wasn't long until after he got off the phone with her that he thought he might just sulk on the couch while Sammie was making dinner.

"What's wrong now?" Asked Sammie

He didn't respond. Gabe kept thinking how was he going to do this, about his dad. Sammie looked down at him from the back of the couch and Gabe almost jumped.

"Oh, God, you are mad at me," she frowned and went back to the stove. Gabe got up and to her.

"It's not that. Really," He put his arm around her.

"I know I should have told you, I tried."

"What? About the baby?" He squinted.

"No, getting off the pill," she sighed. "I was tried of being on it. I just wanted to know what it would be like, not to have to be on it." She said she had headaches sometimes. However, doctors in the past said that had nothing to do with being on the pill. "It was like my body was fighting against it. I dunno. Maybe-"

"No, no..it's OK."

He hugged her while the mushrooms and onions were sizzling. She made whatever was left over in the fridge with some breakfast sausage. It would be a spaghetti.

"My mom wants me to tell my dad about the baby," Gabe tried to smile, but knew he wasn't ready to talk to him about this.

"What? He doesn't even know your married," Sammie was even lipped. 

"Oh, well..maybe I'm just like him." 

Gabe shrugged and backed away so he go back to the skillet and veg.

"No, you're nothing like him."

"He can be..you know unpredictable," Gabe said. He didn't want to say he was scary, but he remembered how his dad could be with him. They'd have fights. At some point his Dad wanted him to fight him. But he didn't want anyone to know he had a dad like that. Maybe he was a drunk, after all. "I think I'll call my uncle."

He gave her a quick smile. Maybe that would be the best way for his dad to hear the news. At least, he could share the news with his Dad's family.