Single Mom Diaries: And Baby Makes Two
I WANTED A BABY MORE THAN A HUSBAND continued...
One day Steve arrived for a visit just after a boyfriend had left, and I
began, inexplicably, to weep with relief the moment I saw him.
"What's up with the tears?" he wanted to know — and I had a real
epiphany, right then.
"I want to be with you."
"You aren't yanking my chain?" he said, raising one eyebrow (a special
skill he has).
"No. No chain-yanking," I said. He said, "We'll see."
I didn't care to marry again, and I didn't expect Steve to be a father to my
child. I was self-supporting, and I was already expecting my baby; this man was
a separate matter. I just wanted to be with him. That was all.
Steve and I know a famous couple who broke up because the wife poked a hole
in her diaphragm. Her husband moved out two months before their son was born.
Steve said, "She did exactly what you didn't do: She backed him into a
corner, insisting he become a father. But you left me free. And as a free man,
I realized what I wanted." He wanted to be my daughter's father. A few
weeks after I brought her home from China, Steve and I went to city hall to tie
the knot — taking our baby with us. Four years later, we had twins.
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