AN: OK I came across this idea in a dream and I made up some and went into more detail in others. Plz R,R,R let me know anything you like or think.

_Max_

Roxanne and I broke up almost 10 months ago, but I can't stop thinking of her. I called over Mona, it isn't working out I just...oh I don't know! I guess I don't think she's for me. I'm done with college and I have a job at Gorilla Burger, just until I figure out what I'm going to do with myself. I have my own apartment, by myself it kind of lonely. I inhaled deeply and slowly let it out. Just then I heard a doorbell. 'That's Mona' I thought. On the way to the door I fixed my hair in the mirror. The doorbell rang 5 or 6 more times before I got to the door. Clearing my throat, I opened the door. Instead of Mona I saw a person in a brown cloak, clearly trying their best not to let me know who they were.

"Um hello?" I said hoping that it didn't notice I stared for a while. Without answering me it handed me a something wrapped in a blanket with two papers on top. I looked up but it was already gone. I walked over to the couch and read the first paper "Dear Max I can't take care of it anymore. Please forgive me for not telling you I didn't know how." There was a signature written on the bottom but I couldn't make it out. I stood there trying to figure who it was, too scared to see what was in the blanket. The doorbell rang again. Hopping it was the person with some answers, rushed to the door, only to slip and fall on the rug. 'Like father like goof' I thought. I used to hate when someone said that, but it's true, wither I like it or not. I scrambled to my feet and clumsily open the door. This time it was Mona. I was a bit disappointed. She started to step into my apartment but I blocked her. She stepped back and sighed. "May I come in?" she asked with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Umm maybe I should step outside. I suggested.
We stepped outside. I scratched the back of my neck, and took a big breath. I've done this a bunch of times before, I told my self in my head. But the truth was that I was usually dumped. look, I started hopping she would finish my sentence, I just think tha that umm we could see other pe people" I managed. Taking a big gulp I waited her answer.

"Ya ok" she answered after a while of thinking, or what I thought was thinking.
It seemed a little too easy to do but I didn't question it. I went back inside the room and walked over to the thing wrapped in a blanket on the couch. I took it in my arms and unwrapped it. I froze. I grab the note again and begged myself to understand the name. Crying in frustration, I noticed the second paper. It was a certificate; my signature and the same illegible signature were at the bottom. There was a date on it "March 6 2004" that was exactly a month ago. The name was _Mark Goof. The name was waiting to be filled out. I took the baby boy a little more out of the blanket. He was defiantly mine. He had the Goof ears and nose, but he had red hair, hair that reminded him of Roxanne. Roxanne! I studied the name yes it was her. I let tears run down my face. The feeling was a happy, anger, sad, excited, confused mixture; it felt like I'd exploded. My stomach felt a bit queasy. I hugged the baby like it would disappear if I didn't. The blanket muffed my tears. The baby moved his arm closer to my face. It made me smile. The name that came to my mind was George. George Mark Goof. I found it hard to believe this; I felt that if I blinked too much it would disappear. Something made me hope that this wasn't a dream.