Alex and Dylan

It was three months later that I heard the news. Alex was pregnant – she said that her boyfriend and her had been careless. The doctor's dated the conception to the period when they were going through a rocky patch. It's not unusual, they said, for women to be less careful when going through emotional stress. The boyfriend took it in good part and they spent another seven years together, before they finally grew apart. Alex asked me to be godfather to the baby boy, who had his mother's bright blue eyes and his uncle's light brown hair. I gladly accepted – I felt that I had a connection to him almost as close as his mother and father. Dylan and I gradually drifted apart but I still see him sometimes when I visit my godson. It's amazing how alike the two are.