The days that followed were a blur, wake up, take prenatal vitamins, eat and go to class. In between that, I would study and try to sleep. Mostly I would lay in my bed with my hand on my stomach and envision what my life would be like in 7 months. Would I have a girl or a boy? Would they look like me or him?

Him. The father. I didn't know his name. I didn't know who he was.

The realization had me swallowing bile down my throat, I had to find him. I had to. For my baby. For me. I sat straight up in bed and threw the covers off my bare legs, I crept over to my desk and quietly pulled out the chair so it wouldn't squeak and wake my still sleeping roommate. I pulled out my notebook and began to outline fliers, it was a start at least. I couldn't say looking for my babies father, that would scare him away, I was sure.

Looking for my mystery man. Met at party on October 23rd, danced and got to know eachother. We have catching up to do, if this is you, please contact me at ........

That sounded good I decided, I typed it up and made thirty copies to hang around and have my friends pass out. They were going to think I was insane but I needed to find this guy.

As I sat in class that morning a million things went through my mind, none of these thoughts focused on the English Lit class I was sitting in at the moment. I thought about the party, I tried really hard, maybe Gabby knew who this man was. I pulled out my phone and shot her a quick Can we meet up for lunch text, then put my phone down and placed it in my my purse. I tried hard to focus and take notes on the lecture and the last 45 minutes I had of class. I had the fliers tucked away in my purse, I planned on begging Gabby to pass them around when we met up.

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"Rae you can not be serious" Gabby complained as we sat across from each other at our favorite burger place on campus, I reached for another french fry dipped in mayo and nodded my head. "I have to find out, I need to know for the baby" I whispered or tried to but my naturally loud voice still attracted several stares towards our table, Gabby just shook her head. She grabbed one of my fliers that I had spent all night on, holding it with her thumb and fore finger, studying it with disdain. "Rae, You are completely insane. You can not do this, Rae I am serious." She lectured with a frown.

I looked at my friend and tried to see her side of things, but she had to put herself in my shoes. Here I was about to give birth to a human, in seven months and I was all alone. "I'm scared" I sniffed, letting her know I screwed up and I felt completely utterly alone. She stood up from the table and pulled me in for a hug, "Come on back to my condo, we will figure it out" she offered. We walked from the building, around the corner to her apartment.

Once we were in her apartment, we settled on her small orange love seat.

Gabby pulled out a notebook and a pen and stared me down. "Okay, What do you know? Run it down for me." she stated, her pen hovering over the blank page ready to take notes. She looked so serious, I started laughing. "Rae, come on, this is serious" she stressed. I pulled myself together and tried to be serious. "He's taller then me, maybe six foot even, with closed cut brown hair and blue eyes" I started, trying to remember. "Name?" she asked, I shook my head that I didn't know. She looked at me as if I had grown horns, "What?" I snapped.

She put the notebook and pen down on the coffee table in front of her, and pinched the bridge of her nose with impatience. Taking a deep breath, she started her sentence several times and finally blurted out, "Rae, you honestly expect me to believe. Anyone to believe. You were so drunk that you slept with this man and he didn't give you a name?".

She stared at me with intensity, "Yes. He gave me a name, but it's it's, I don't want to repeat it" I disclosed, She grabbed my shoulders, "Rae you have to, we need to track him some way". "Big daddy Dom" I coughed and then looked anywhere but her eyes, "Big Daddy Dom" she repeated and then almost choked she was laughing so hard.

"Rae, you had a one night stand to someone who refers to himself, as Big Daddy?" she clarified. "Name should be Dom The Dud" I grumbled. She shut her notebook after she wrote the nickname, "I know someone in my lit class that's nickname is Dom" she confided. "That's him, it's got to be" I Gasped but Gabby was shaking her head, "This Dom is married".

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"I still think the posters are a good idea" I huffed after we watched a movie and we were stuffing our faces with pints of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Gabby plucked her pint down on the coffee table, ignoring the spoon that fell on the floor and snatched the filers up from the table. She walked to the shredder and pushed all thirty of them through, shredding them in to tiny threads. "No, They are a bad idea" she grumbled and snatched her fallen spoon off the floor, walking towards the kitchen to toss it in the sink.

"You need to think, what is the point of having your name and number out there" she reasoned, "all that is going to lead to is a bunch of prank calls and unwanted attention". Deep down I knew she was right and I would probably have listened on any other night, any other day or time. I didn't have time to wait for her to find Dom, what Gabby didn't know, wouldn't hurt her, I decided.

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