Becoming a Father, one of the greatest gifts that in my opinion, a man could ever experience. 
Hey, I want to tell you a little story about my daughter and her birth, yes becoming a father!
I don’t talk about this much, at least not in the way I probably should. But if I could relive any moment in time, it would be the months leading up to her arrival.
It was one of the few times in my life where things felt peaceful, where I felt sure—sure about my future, sure about the kind of father I wanted to be, and sure that nothing would ever come between us.
You know how people say you never forget the day you find out you’re going to be a parent? They’re right. That moment is etched into my mind, not just because of what was said, but because of how it was said.
I was at work, trying to be the provider I knew I needed to be. I was juggling everything—school, work, life—doing what I had to do to build a future.
Then, my phone started ringing.
And ringing.
And ringing.
And ringing.
I ignored it at first. I was busy. I couldn’t just stop everything to answer. But the calls didn’t stop. Over and over again, her name flashed across the screen.
Finally, something in my gut told me to pick up.
“We need to talk.”
Her voice was different.
“I can’t talk right now—-. What’s going on?”
“It’s important,” she pressed. “We need to talk.”
I don’t like surprises. She knew that.
“What’s wrong?”
She paused, then finally said it.
“I’m pregnant.”
Eons of time passed in the span of that second. My ears heard her, but my brain struggled to catch up.
“What?”
“I’m pregnant,” she repeated.
And just like that, my life changed.
With a kid not on my mind, I thought I had been careful. I thought we had been careful. But none of that mattered anymore, I was going to be a father. This was happening.
I didn’t doubt it. Not for a second. I didn’t even think to ask if it was mine. That wasn’t even in my vocabulary. My thoughts were spinning in a different direction—Are we ready? Am I ready?
Before I could get another word out, she cut me off.
“I’m keeping it. I’m not getting an abortion… You can’t make me get rid of it. I’m not giving up my baby. Not again.”
That last part lingered in the air. Not again.
I had known she had a past, but at that moment, I realized there was a history here—one that had nothing to do with me, yet everything to do with how she moved through this pregnancy. I did not say that I did not want to be a father…
“It’s not like that,” I assured her. “I just wanted to talk. I want to be involved. I want to plan.
I want to do this the right way….”hell I’m gonna be a father—I’m having a problem wrapping my head around this!”
And that was it. That was the moment my life changed forever.
The Greatest Anticipation of My Life
It seemed like it took forever for her to start showing. Almost like—girl, when are you going to start poking out?
I would survey her like a vulture in the sky, just waiting for some sign that she was carrying our baby.
But nope. Nothing. No changes, no belly, no nothing.
For the longest time, it was almost like she wasn’t pregnant at all.
Then, out of nowhere—boom.
She walked past me one morning, and something was different.
“OH MY GOD! LOOK! LOOK! LOOK!”
I jumped up so fast, you would have thought I hit the lottery.
“We got a BABY BUMP!”
It was small—barely there—but I didn’t care. I was mesmerized. I rubbed her stomach like I had just discovered something sacred.
“Honey, look at that! That’s our baby in there!”
From that moment on, everything changed.
I became obsessed with watching her body transform. The way her posture shifted, the way she walked, the way her hands instinctively rested on her belly like she was already protecting our child.
Being a Man of Science & Medicine I had read about this. I had studied it. We had labs dedicated to fetal development. But seeing it in real-time? In living color?
It was a miracle, and I was going to be a father.
A father to this little life growing inside her. A father who would protect, provide, and love unconditionally.
As a father who would do anything for his child. My forever babygirl, my forever fiery jewel, and mini genius.
Looking back, I realize now that being with a covert narcissist came with its own set of sacrifices.
The emotional toll, the constant walking on eggshells, the manipulation—it was exhausting. But through it all, my daughter became my anchor.
She was the light that kept me grounded, the reason I endured. Every sacrifice was worth it because it meant I got to be her father.
My baby, my greatest joy, my purpose, and my reminder that love could still thrive even in the most challenging circumstances.
We have the same initials.—-MJKJ!
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