And The Silver Spoon

How long? you blurt out, rubbing the bridge of your nose with your pointer finger and thumb. A shaky, shell shocked sigh escapes you.

Five, the nurse says.

Your eyes film with tears. The mere idea of a kid in your life makes you want to vomit off the fire escape.

You dont want to turn into the father you once had. Having a kid could compromise that.

Not to mention, being the child of a superhero with hundreds of arch enemies was too horrifying to think about. And you dont exactly have the housing suitable to raise a child.

And yet, you also find yourself picturing a kid who might have your eyes and hair and nose, alone in a hospital. A kid who could sure use a parent right about now.

• Hang up the call. He's someone else's problem now.
• Leave the party right now to go pick him up.