As a boy, my father used to tell us that there will come a time in our lives where we would have to man up and take care of our responsibilities. It never dawned on me what he actually meant by it, until now. Wren's test came back positive. In all my life, I never thought that I would be a father, yet here I am about to become one.

The thought of becoming a father is actually terrifying. I have no clue how to be a parent. Sometimes I don't even consider myself to be an adult. One of many negative thoughts enters my mind. What if I'm not good enough and fail as a father? I quickly shake the thought away. Regardless of my insecurities, I will protect her, her kids and...my baby.

My baby! It still doesn't seem real. I play around with the thought of a little boy, who looks just like me, running around the house enter my mind. His laughter filling the living room as Wren, chases him around. I smile at the thought and let my imagination run wild for a minute.

The sound of a door slamming shut brings me back to reality. I glance around the waiting room of the doctors office, woman of all stages of their pregnancy sit patiently, waiting to see their doctor. A woman with a newborn baby takes a seat next to me and begins to fill out paperwork. Just like Wren had to do.

Wren had called the doctor, right after, Reese had told us what the test said and was able to get squeezed onto the nurses schedule for today. I've been sitting here for almost an hour now, waiting for her to come back out. Hopefully they can give her something to help with her morning sickness. Why they call it that is beyond me. Wren has been throwing up for a few days now and not just in the morning.

The woman sitting next to me, grabs her newborn baby girl from the car seat and begins to breastfeed. I shift my attention to my lap and begin to fiddle with my fingers. Where on earth has Wren brought me? I've heard about breastfeeding before, but never had the opportunity to witness it.

The woman next to me chuckles, "Whats the matter? Never seen someone breastfeed before?

"Umm...no. No, I haven't."

The woman nods her head, "You aren't bothered by it are you?"

I scan the room and notice two woman sitting across from us staring at me, waiting for my answer. I feel like this is a do or die question. I swallow hard and shake my head. The women  across from me smirk and begin talking amongst themselves.

"Are you a first time parent?"

I shift my attention to the woman. It looks like she just crawled out of bed. She stares back at me tiredly. Her eyes are a light blue with dark bags under them. You can tell she is definitely lacking sleep. She has her dark red hair pulled up in a messy bun and her skin is so white, causing the freckles on her face and shoulders pop.

"I guess you could say that. We just found out she was pregnant."

She smiles, "I can tell. You're acting the same way my husband did when we first found out we were pregnant. He was so nervous," she chuckles as she relives the memory. She doesn't know how relieved I am to hear of another man who has felt the same way I do.

"It's scary. That's for sure."

"Is this her first child as well?"

I shake my head again, "No, she has two from a previous relationship." I don't know why I feel the need to tell her all this, but she seems nice.

"I see." She then places her baby on her shoulder and begins to pat her on the back. After the baby burped, she looked at me, "Would you like the hold her?"

The look on my face must have been priceless, because her and the women across from me started to laugh loudly. I've never held a baby and I'm not really comfortable holding someone else's baby. "I don't think that's a good idea. I never held a baby before."

She rolls her eyes, "Oh come on, stop being a baby. You're going to have to hold one sooner or later. Why not get some practice?" Before I could protest, she places the baby on my chest and instructs me to hold the back of her head. "Don't be so tense. She won't break."

The baby nuzzles her face into my chest and begins to suck on my shirt. I guess this isn't so back. As long as she doesn't move, we should be good.

"See you're a natural."

I chuckle at her comment. I definitely would call myself a natural. "What's her name?"

"Josephine, but we call her Jo. We named her after my husbands late father, Joseph. He died a few months ago from a heart attack."

I stare down at the tiny person laying on my chest, "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

Thoughts of having a girl creep up in my mind. What if it's a girl? I don't think I can handle having a girl. There are a lot of pigs in this world.

"Mrs. Marks, the doctor will see you," a nurse calls from the door.

The woman next to me stands, "I'm afraid that's me. It was nice meeting you." She grabs her baby from my chest and securely places her in the car seat. "Good luck. Being a parent is so much fun."

She is such a positive person. It's was really nice talking to her. "Thank you," I managed to say, before she disappeared through the door.

Several minutes pass by before the door opens back up and Wren walks out. I am embrace her in a hug, "You have no clue how happy I am to see you."

She giggles and hugs me back, "I wasn't gone that long."

She's got to be kidding me. It felt like she was gone for hours, "I think an hour and a half is long enough. Don't ya think?" She doesn't say anything and shakes her head. I walk her towards the door and hold it open for her.

Once we were seated in the car, I look at Wren who was sitting there quickly. I hope nothing is wrong. "Is everything alright? What did the doctor say?"

She smiles timidly and looks down at the papers in her hand. "Well...I'm definitely pregnant. Dr. Phillips thinks I'm about eight weeks, but she not certain. She prescribed me prenatal vitamins and Zofran to help with my vomiting. We have to come back in a month for a check up and to do some blood work."

I release a breath I didn't even know I was holding. For a moment there, I thought she was about to tell me something was wrong. "Wren, you can't do that to me. I thought something was wrong with you or the baby." I know I shouldn't scold her, but she had me worried.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I just-." She pauses and fiddles around with the papers. I hate when she does that. "I just didn't know how you would react."

I did react pretty poorly when it was just a thought, and I have been tearing myself up about it ever since. So I don't blame her for feeling a bit nervous about telling me anything at this point. I start the car and head back to the house. When we arrived, Wren didn't move. All she did was stare out the window towards the house.

"Are you okay?" She doesn't answer and continues to stare. I place my hand on hers and she immediately snaps back to reality. "I need to know if you're okay?"

A small smile slowly creeps up on her face. It might be a small smile, but it's her smile and I love it. " Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking that's all."

"Care to share?"

"I was just wondering how the kids are going to take the news. We never had any reason to talk about having another sibling and they never asked. Normally I hear kids asks their parents to have them a brother or sister, but not my kids. All my kids worry about is ripping each other apart," she chuckles.

I never once stopped to think about how they would feel. This is going to be a big change for them as well. "They're going to hate me aren't they?"

Wren opens her door and climbs out. I quickly follow suit and fall into step beside her. "My kids don't hate anyone, besides each other. Most of the time I think that's a cover up so they don't look like wimps in front of their friends and secretly love each other. I hope so anyway."

That's good to know. I really enjoy being around her kids. I don't know what I would do if they hated me. I open the door, allowing Wren to enter the house first.

"When are you going to tell them?" I whisper, so that no one could hear me.

Wren gives me a amused look, "We are going to tell them right now." I really didn't think I would be present when she told them. Wren heads into the living room and takes a seat on the couch.

"I'm home," Wren yells. "I need to talk to everyone."

It only takes a minute for everyone to enter the room. Oakley and Grayson take a seat on the floor across from us and Reese takes a seat in the recliner with a smile plastered on his face. I can't help but smile back at him.

Wren takes a deep breath and rubs her hands up and down her legs nervously. You can tell she values what her kids think. I grab her hand and give it a gentle squeeze, letting her know she isn't in this alone. She squeezes my hand back and smiles, before turning her attention back to her kids, "We have something to tell you."

Both Oakley and Grayson give her a curious look. "What?" Oakley asks.

I feel myself getting nervous. I don't want them to hate me. Please don't let them hate me.

"I'm pregnant," Wren blurts. I wasn't expecting her to come right out with it. I thought for sure she would have at least eased her way into it, but no, she laid it right out on the table. I couldn't have done that.

They both stare at us with their mouths wide open. They wasn't expecting that at all. I look over at Reese, who sits patently, watching the kids take in the new information.

"Really?" Oakley asks. Wren nods her head giving her confirmation. "Yes," Oakley squeals and jumps to her feet. "I've always wanted a baby in the house."

Wren laughs and looks at Grayson, "What are your thoughts, Gray?"

"All I have to say is it better be a boy. I can't handle having another girl in the house."

My reasons of not wanting girl is totally different than his. But I understand where he is coming from.

"You'll love it no matter what it is and you know it," Reese chimes in. Grayson begins arguing with Reese over the matter. It's funny watching Reese argue with a ten year old.

"Some things never change," Wren mummers. "Reese, could you do me a favor?" Reese immediately shuts up and turns his attention to Wren. "Could you run down to the pharmacy and get my prescriptions for me while I cook us dinner? The doctor already called it in and they should be ready. The two of you could finish your argument on the way."

Reese nods his head and drags Grayson out the door with him. Wren walks into the kitchen and begins to cook dinner. They took the news a lot better than I thought they would.