JJ's POV:

Kie was about one month away from her due date. We had everything ready now, we even installed the car seat in the car. I was hanging his initials LJM above his crib today and Kie was sitting on the couch watching a movie as it was raining outside. 

I joined her and we spent the whole day curled up on the couch. Our son was super active today as he kept kicking Kie. I loved to feel him kick, even though I knew it was painful for Kie. I kissed her stomach and said, "Mommy and daddy can't wait to meet you buddy"

"I can't wait for our son to say 'dada'" Kie said with tears in her eyes

She is at the point in the pregnancy where everything makes her emotional. Last week, Anna stopped over to drop off a meal she made and Kie broke down in tears when she thanked her mom. I was doing everything that I could to be there and support her. She had a hard time sleeping at night due to the size of her stomach. She ordered one of those pregnancy pillows and she couldn't sleep without it.

She was pretty much living in my clothes as none of her fit and she hated her maternity clothes. I didn't complain because there's something about seeing the girl you're in love with in your clothes, especially when she's pregnant. Speaking of that, it's been almost two months of no sex which is the longest we've gone. Kie is never in the mood because she's so uncomfortable with her large belly. 

Her cravings are also disgusting, last night she wanted french fries dipped in pickle juice and the other day it was chips with chocolate ice cream. 

Kie and I watched TV and talked about our son. It was getting real. I know it was real before, but it just hit me that in less than a month, we're going to have a whole human here to take care of. I didn't sleep well because I was worried about the baby, being a dad, being a good husband, and the list just went on.

It was a Friday and after work, I headed over to see Mike. I knocked on the door and luckily Anna wasn't home because I was having a total panic attack. 

"JJ, what are you doing here?" Mike asked smiling

"I can't do this... I can't be a dad..." I said as my heart raced and tears formed in my eyes because how the fuck was I supposed to tell my very pregnant wife that I didn't want kids anymore

"JJ, you're going to be one hell of a dad. I can promise you that, it's going to be okay, son" Mike said pulling me into a hug to help calm me down

"Let's talk about it" Mike said once I calmed down

We sat on the couch and I said, "I had a pretty shitty life with my dad. He really fucked me up as a kid"

I didn't even try to avoid swearing in front of Mike anymore and he didn't seem to care. He just sat there listening to what I was saying, "And when I think about how he fucked me up, I'm scared that I'm going to do the same thing to my son and even if I somehow don't fuck my son up, Kie could hate the way I parent or think I'm a bad dad. She could leave with our son or leave me with our son... I just can't help but think about everything that could go wrong"

"JJ, being a dad is hard because it's different every single day. I had no idea how to be a good dad, I still don't even know if I'm doing the right thing, I mean, I let my only daughter date you" He joked to lighten the mood but then he added, "You could have been just like your father and hurt my little girl, but I listened to my gut that said you were different and you coming into my daughter's life is the best thing that could have happened for our whole family. It's about learning and trusting your instincts"

"But what if my instincts are wrong and I hurt my son because of it"

"It happens, but a dad's instincts are usually never wrong"

We talked for probably an hour before I said, "Now I gotta go home and tell Kie that I had a meltdown because I didn't think I was going to be a good dad"

"JJ, you're doing exactly what a good dad does. You're worrying about your wife and son's well-being. A bad dad wouldn't give a shit... I promise you, you will be the best dad and you know I don't lie to you"

I hugged Mike and thanked him for everything and then he told me that he was taking me out for beer and a burger. I texted Kie to let her know I'd be home late and that I was with her dad. We went to the local sports bar and we each ordered a burger and continued to talk about parenting. I asked Mike a bunch of questions and we just talked. It helped a lot and I finally was feeling better. 

Cody walked in and he sat down next to me and said, "Wow, babies not even born yet and you're already turning into your father... Coming home late after having drinks at the bar"

I ignored Cody because he was drunk, but he kept going and said, "You know, Kiara should have been mine. When I was fucking her, I should have gotten her pregnant and that way our kid would actually have a chance in this world"

"That's enough!" Mike said sharply

"And if it isn't Mike Carrera jumping in to save your ass... But then again it makes sense considering he's pogue, just like you" Cody said

The guys that he was with laughed and said, "Look at this little bromace going on" 

Mike and I were getting up to leave the bar but Cody shoved my shoulder and I said, "Don't fucking touch me" 

Everyone in the bar was watching now as Cody threw the first punch and I hit him back, defending myself. He charged me and I went over backward with him landing on top of me. He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed and one of his buddies held my arms down and the other went after Mike. 

"Isn't this what your daddy did to you? Remember what it feels like when you do this to your son" Cody said

Mike had somehow broke free and he yanked Cody off me and he hit him hard enough to knock him out while I went after Cody's friend. The cops showed up and we were all placed in handcuffs and put in the back of the cop car. The whole way to the station I couldn't help but worry about having to tell Kie about this. I didn't mean to get into a fight or get arrested. It just happened. Shit. I really am fucking this whole husband and father thing up bad.