The birth was difficult; in fact, the whole damned pregnancy had been a struggle. The damaged knee, lack of proper income and worst of all, the father's humiliating and undignified death. Getting here was a struggle, and after hours of screaming, whimpering and pushing. Betty had finally given birth to a beautiful baby boy, whose soft brown eyes seemed to shine with a promise that all would be good in the world. So small, so fragile, a life made from her own flesh, a life she made. Something that was inside her just moments ago, as much a part of her as her beating heart, now a person, alive. Cradled softly in her very arms, looking at her looking at him. Does he know she wondered; does he know who I am.

As the new mother gazed on her new born child, she couldn't help but ask if it had all been worth it; the shock of finding Danite's dead body in the bathroom, facedown and shit caked ass up. Falling back in shock as the feces dried on his ass. Further damaging her already abused knee. Having to call the men in blue, the embarrassment of explaining the short history behind how she had met, not dined and slept with Danite. Standing there awkwardly giving her statement to the cop in charge, as they both desperately tried to avoid each other's gaze, eyes finally settling on Danite's freckled lifeless shit smeared ass. Remembering how she'd cringed at the snickers and muffled guffaws, as they rolled his body out of her flat. But worst of all, as if to add insult to injury. Weeks later she realized, that she was getting fat.

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It was seven months later that she finally came to realize that she was actually pregnant.

Only nineteen and she was fucking pregnant and single. Too late for an abortion and with no one to help her raise the child.

But now, feeling the heat of her baby boy against her body, counting the rise of its tiny chest with every breath. An expression of pure wonder on her face, she came to understand. Understand that even though the events leading up to her beautiful child's birth were less than ideal, and even though she had made many mistakes in her life, this she came to realize, this was definitely her biggest fuck up yet.

She had truly and spectacularly fucked up. It was definitely not fucking worth it. All the hell and embarrassment she'd been through and what does she get for it. An expensive, smelly, crying and shitting machine, that would only get bigger and start having opinions as time went by. A parasite she couldn't even consider getting rid of for the next eighteen years of her life. It would feed on her money, her youth, and her very spirit. Leaving her a bitter shallow creature, God knows that's what she did to her mother.

Why in god's name she had not insisted on condom, fucking why?

Then her beautiful baby boy started to cry and soon it would be shitting.