Not Ready To Be A Father

I was playing X Box on a rainy Sunday afternoon when I got a hysterical phone call from Coral. I asked her what was wrong about a million times before she finally conjured up the nerve to tell me. She was pregnant. The phone dropped out of my hands and onto the floor. I was in a fixed daze that was unable to be broken. I kept repeating the phrase in my head. I am not ready to be a father.