She's a bad girl, she's a bad girl.... Ain't it a shame when a girl goes bad, it's enough to drive you mad.
As quiet as she could she opened the door. The light through the window showed them in the moonlight. He slept so close to her. Betty stood there and stared at them for several minutes. The way he embraced her made her feel sad and angry at the same time. Bob farted so often she hardly ever let him sleep anywhere near her. She turned around finally and saw the cradle.
She looked down at him and her heart broke open. A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she bent to pick him up. He smelled so good. The weight of a newborn was exhilarating. Betty looked around and saw a blanket to wrap him in. He was so precious and so wonderful. Her feelings of sadness were replaced with such joy. Her heart was pounding so loud she looked up to see if they were still quiet. She saw with horror that they had moved apart and were not close as they had just been. She held David close to her breast to quietly move out of the room. Patty was having a nightmare and the weight of the world was upon her shoulders. She soon began to whimper in her sleep.
Betty quickly took the baby out side to the front yard. She could finally see his face close up in the light. Oh you are so precious. Look at those tiny eyebrows; your little button nose. She felt so light headed. The buzz in her ears was still loud.
The smooth skin and the precious face. Why would Bob not let her have a baby of her own. That made her insides boil and the baby shifted in her arms. This startled her, so she settled back enjoying the moment. The door was open and she had no idea if anyone was watching her.
Betty’s mind begins to move down the road of life. She could see herself with him as a toddler, playing in the backyard with him. She would have to make Bob build a fence. A tall fence, she thought as she fell deeper into her mind. She would have Bob get him a swing set.
Oh and she knew she was not going to call him David. No, she was always wanted a little boy she could call Homer. That name just made her heart leap. She was in love with Homer Simston in high school. Oh Homer you hunk. Betty began to think of their time together. Oh how she does like to remember him.
Her pulse raced and she forgot she had the baby in her arms. He was on the football team. She always told her mama she was studying at the library, but she was with Homer every time. He would drive them to the edge of the forest at the mouth of the river. Homer would turn on the radio and find her favorite song.
Oh Betty could just feel how nice it was. Betty was so involved in her fantasy she didn’t notice David began to kick his feet. He had begun to squirm and wrinkle his little face. In a moment she was kicked out of her erotic thoughts of Homer by a slowly building siren that would alarm the whole neighborhood.
She looked down in horror as he wailed. She hurriedly shut him up with her hand over his mouth. He began to suck on the one of her fingers. It startled her and she jumped. He wailed again and she had to think quickly what to do. She remembered the bottle and got it out of the basket. It was a small one but had some milk she hoped he would drink. She fought with him to take the bottle, but his fight was lost by his hunger. She put him into the basket and began to walk away.
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