responsibility. ....wow.
Tim had spent the morning stopping by Jim and Pam and seeing Samantha. His goddaughter. That was strange. There were no siblings, not a lot of cousins, and... no close friends. Back home. Well, there had been the one dear friend, but the chances of her naming him Godfather of her children when she had them... with someone else... were pretty slim. And now he was a godfather. His best friend had made him the godfather of his first child.
It was a surprisingly good feeling, for all the panic it brought along. He was heading for Bridget's room, and turning the thought over and over in his head. He was now responsible for a child.
Possibly two. Sort of. Not officially in any capacity, but if he was going to be completely honest with himself, he would've liked to have been a little responsible for Dixon in an official capacity. This also brought a degree of panic with it. The weirdest part of it was, having two babies in his life that weren't his somehow didn't make him actively want any of his own. He'd always thought about it in a peripheral sort of way. The past few days it had been significantly less than peripheral.
He knocked twice on her door.
It was a surprisingly good feeling, for all the panic it brought along. He was heading for Bridget's room, and turning the thought over and over in his head. He was now responsible for a child.
Possibly two. Sort of. Not officially in any capacity, but if he was going to be completely honest with himself, he would've liked to have been a little responsible for Dixon in an official capacity. This also brought a degree of panic with it. The weirdest part of it was, having two babies in his life that weren't his somehow didn't make him actively want any of his own. He'd always thought about it in a peripheral sort of way. The past few days it had been significantly less than peripheral.
He knocked twice on her door.