He hit the accelerator and swerved into the turning lane, desperate not to lose her. Although he’d been at her house, they’d driven there in a snowstorm and he’d left the next morning in a mental fog. Finding it again without an address would have been next to impossible. Two turns and five blocks later, he saw her take another sharp right. When he turned the corner, she was nowhere in sight. His heart dropped. Driving slowly down the street, he passed three brick homes, one green and white ranch-style bungalow and a large, yellow house. But when he saw the tiny, white frame house on the corner, it struck a familiar chord. And then he saw her car in the drive, hit the brakes and made a quick left turn. He killed the engine, breathing a sigh of relief. As he started to get out, he hesitated, desperate to collect his thoughts. His gut was in knots and his hands were shaking. He’d never been so scared or as uncertain about what to say. He’d done the unthinkable and made a baby with a woman he hardly knew, but he wasn’t the kind of man who could walk away from that.
