Daddy!

So I was just minding my own business when my office mobile rang. Irritated because it was the weekend, I grunted a hello. Over the other line was this little girl’s voice not over 4 years old whining daaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddddddddddy! That sent all my senses haywire. A million thoughts went through my mind in that split second of pause. Alright, it was more like three thoughts, maybe four at the maximum five but it did seem like a million. All I could come out with was a weak 'huh'.

Daddy??!! I am a daddy? What? When? How is that possible? I may be fertile but which ex girlfriend could have possibly been the one? I was always careful. Nar it can’t be. Could it? I compiled all the possibilities and worked out the combinations and I came to the conclusion 2 seconds later. I gingerly treaded and barely audibly whispered ‘sweetie you got the wrong number.’ Sounded forlorn she replied ‘okay’. That broke me heart. ‘No wait, ok I am daddy’. ‘Hello?’ Phew that was a close one.

I don’t think I will make a good dad especially if it’s going to be a she kid. I mean if it’s a boy that would be easy. Boys are suppose to tumble and fall, get scars and look really pleased with themselves. Girls you tend to want to wrap them in cotton wool. Make sure they don’t get hurt and no boyfriends till they are like 50. ‘Why are your arms around her waist?’ ‘Daaaaaaaaaadddddddddddy! He’s my husband!’

‘Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddddddy can I get the keys to your bad mobile?’ ‘No.’ Face crinkles and pouts ‘Er ok but be home by 10pm’ ‘But daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddy’ with sad puppy eyes. ‘Ok be home by midnight.’ I am going to be such easy meat for daughters. Wuss daddy when it comes to she kids. Any chick still wana have my babies?