Cameron Scordato is the forgotten son (reliquit) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-04-08 11:35:00 |
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In light of the news that Isaac had given about the pregnancies on the island — and the ensuing shit storm under the men's filter that prevented him from feeling comfortable chiming in at all — Cam realized that he kind of had a lot to think about. He'd been under the impression that once they had impregnated someone, they'd tied their responsibility to that person for the foreseeable future. Cam wasn't ready to be a dad and he wasn't sure that he would ever want to be, if he was honest. He had no idea how to be a father, because he'd never had a decent example. His own father had left his mother before she'd even realized that she was pregnant with Cameron and when Shawn came into the picture, it wasn't like anything had improved. Cam spent the better part of his childhood being a father to his baby sister. He'd already sacrificed football and the scholarship that came with it, his dream school, the full college experience; everything for her and she wasn't even his child. Cam loved Sophie with every fiber of his being, but he'd already been, pretty much, a father. As much as he didn't want to be the man that walked out of the picture like his own father had, Cam had no interest, really, in being a dad. Not now and maybe not ever. So that settled him into the school of thought that, when the time rolled around and the right partner for reproduction came into view, Cam didn't want to keep that child. If the goddess was willing to raise the child, then the way Cam saw it, the baby would be safer. Cam could be a great dad, he knew that already. But even a great dad was going to have to contend with the elements and the potential threats that came with raising a baby in a primitive setting. No vaccinations, for one, so if there was already someone on this island with those idiot hipster parents who insisted that vaccinating their children would cause autism when there was exactly no proof to suggest it, then the babies born and kept would be susceptible to those diseases and, as far as Cam knew, the closest they had to a doctor was the freaking Hulk. Not exactly reassuring when tiny, breakable infants were concerned, if you asked Cam, even if he'd never disrespect the man by saying so out loud. For another, already they'd learned that there was at least one predatory animal out in the jungle somewhere and the likelihood that it was the only one was slim to none. If something wandered into camp at night, the first prey was almost definitely going to be the tiny, defenseless humans. Not the full-sized ones that would fight back. ...it would've been really nice if he felt like he had any actual friends here to talk to about it. Cam needed to work on that, he realized, as he stopped in front of a mango tree and looked up; lots of fruit, perfect. Definitely not raising a child on the island, he decided firmly as he hopped up, grabbing a low-hanging branch on the mango tree and pulling his body up until he could swing one leg over the branch to sit on it. Cam started pulling mangoes from the branches, minding the ground below ever so often, to make sure that he wasn't about to hit anyone with the falling fruit. He paused when he thought he heard someone moving through the brush, not wanting to send a fruit falling toward the jungle floor before it had time to land without falling onto some unsuspecting volunteer passing by. "Watch out below," he warned before pulling off another and letting it drop. |