a cure for the common block

Fear, Itself

Darren paced up and down the hall, his wingtips clacking on the tile floor; he wanted to be in there with her, but he understood why he just made things worse. He was a nervous wreck, doubt and paranoia flooding his brain about his abilities as a father; a relationship is one thing, it’s a partnership of equal responsibilities, it’s balanced, but raising a child, caring for another living being so helpless and dependent, it was almost too much for him. Darren took off his tuxedo jacket – revealing sweat stains under the pits of his shirt – and flapped his hands trying to cool off; just then, the doctor came out with news: twins.

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