The Bartender's Baby

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I never thought I wanted to be a dad until my bartender told me she was pregnant.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Tabitha and I have worked together for a decade and she's been my right hand for almost as long. Which is why her news hits me like a sucker punch awakening feelings I'd buried deep. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And suddenly Tabitha-</span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>my Tabby</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>-is all I can think about. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>When the baby's father bails I know I have to step up to take care of my girl. Whether it's delivering groceries to her door step helping her buy a new car or going to ultrasounds I will do whatever it takes. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Even move her in with me. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Because I'm all in. But her past trauma makes it hard for her to trust anyone and that's okay. I'm willing to be patient. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>At least until the baby arrives.   </span></p><p></p>