A Taste of Fatherhood

Yusuuf had never been a father. Never even give it much thought. But he sat on the carpet with Elizabeth's children, and he could see himself in that position. Emily in particular was drawn to the nice African that played blocks with her patiently. Elizabeth watched them, her heartstrings tugging.

"Do you want to maybe go for a walk, Yusuuf? With the stroller, given the twins some fresh air?" she asked hesitantly. It was a big step. She had yet to be out in the neighborhood with Yusuuf yet. He smiled broadly.

"Of course, Elizabeth," he said. They got the twins ready, placing them side by side in the stroller, and went out onto the streets. It was mid-afternoon, just after the schools let out. It was a quieter time, but a good time to try this. They walked around the streets of the well-kept community. There was a couple of looks, but curiousity, not hositility. Elizabeth watched as Yusuuf picked up Emily and gave her a big hug. Maybe Yusuuf could be ... not just her lover ... but something more.