Maybe we should have discussed the situation a little more before deciding to change the birth certificate and giving Richie all the legal rights as a father.
As it was, I probably did not have the greatest case for custody. Harrison was a healthy boy and had everything he needed but was if a judge decided I didn't have the money to raise him and gave custody to the father he hardly knew. Was that a possibility?
Would Richie do that to me? He wanted me to come to Los Angeles, he never said he only wanted Harrison to come. I couldn't leave him either way, he was tiny and couldn't even walk or talk yet.
I had to trust the situation and go for it. Richie deserved his son and with custody happening, he might have to pay some child support. Not that I would admit needing it but it would be helpful and nice to get Harrison a few new things.
I signed the birth certificate and slid it over the desk back to get its official stamp. Harrison finally got his daddy.
As we walked out, with a new birth certificate, Richie asked his question again. "What does Harrison need?"
I sighed and finally gave in, showing Richie to the nearest baby shop instead of the charity shop.
By the time we got home, Harrison had a couple new outfits, new toys and stuffed animals and a new bedding set for his cot. Along with the basics of nappys, wipes and baby shampoo. A supply to last me at least til the end of the summer, by which time we were hopefully going on our trip anyway.
I knew I had way too many things for Harrison but it made his father happy and seeing the exact same twinkly happy eyes with the cute smile was what I loved in both of them.
