Page 5 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
“Lisa? Just Lisa? No last name?”
She nods. “Lisa.”
“I don’t know anyone named Lisa.”
“If you read what she wrote, something could trigger a memory and you might be able to work out who she is.”
“Read it to me.”
“Are you sure? It could say something you don’t want?—”
“Just read it, Vivi.”
“All right.”
Dear Uncle Easton,
When I found out I was pregnant I thought I could do it, be a mom to my baby, and Momma said she’d help. She was disappointed, as you can imagine she never wanted me to end up like her. Anyway, Momma can’t help like she promised because she died three months ago.
Now it’s just me.
And him.
I know you haven’t seen me in years, and you don’t owe me anything, but you told Momma if she ever needed anything she should come to you.
She’d want me to do the same.
So this is me, coming to you.
Please, take care of him. I don’t want to give him up but I can’t raise him. I have no job and the money Momma left isn’t going to last long if I can’t work.
I know you can give him what I can’t.
Maybe one day, when he’s older, if he wants to, I could come see him. For now it’s best if we don’t see each other.
I know I’m asking a lot, but I need to know he’s taken care of. I know you’ll do that. As hard as this is, don’t try to find me, I won’t change my mind.
This is for the best. For both of us.
Lisa
When Vivi finishes reading I murmur, “We assumed right. Blue means boy.”
“Did anything help you figure out who she is?”
“No.” I shake my head. “If she’d mentioned her mother’s name, maybe.”
“Let me see what the other paper is.”
I watch Vivi pick up the other sheet from the plastic sleeve wishing with everything in me I could remember who Lisa is.
“It’s a legal document.” Vivi’s eyes meet mine. “She’s signed the baby over to you.”
“What’s his name?”
“He doesn’t have one.”
“How can she sign him over without a name?”
