About two weeks after Isaiah's arrival, HE walked out. It didn't surprise me, I had in-fact contributed to this action.
I worried how this would affect Isaiah but, I needn't have, HE had never taken time with him anyway. As for me, I immersed myself into the rearing of my child.
Isaiah and I did everything together and I have to say he seemed to be happy still, he hadn't spoken. I wondered what his little voice would sound like, I wished, hoped no.. longed to hear him call me mommy, longed for him to hug me and to hear him say... he loved me. For right now, I would be satisfied just to have him with me, to raise him.
Thinking one day I made a decision.. even though I, myself, hadn't been in a werewolf life, I decided Isaiah needed spiritual guidance.
Sunday couldn't come quick enough, I'd bought Isaiah a suit complete with tie and pleather shoes. He was adorable.
We walked in hand in hand.. I smiled, Isaiah just stared straight ahead, he tightened his grip in my hand and I looked down at him.
Someone spoke to me.. I had to focus cause .. what were they saying.. what?
It was the pastor, he all but screamed at me.. I had the sense that everyone was staring at us, what ...
And I heard.. ...