Chapter 9- emotions run high

It wasn't long before Mitchell's father wanted to see him, so I arranged to meet him in a local park. It also didn't take long for him to try and talk me into another chance with him. Which I wasn't willing to take.  After the visit I walked home and not long after there was a knock at the door.  Of course it was Mitchell's father.  He wanted to talk again and I was tired and told him to leave. He quickly became agitated and wanted to see Mitchell. I said he was sleeping, which he was. He pushed in past me and went to his bassinet where Mitchell had begun to stir.  He picked him up and said, "you know I could walk straight out of here with him if I liked.'  I felt sick with anger and said, 'over my dead body' and stood at the door.  He stood there holding Mitchell staring at me with his piercing green, cat like eyes and I thought for a moment that I was glad Mitchell seemed to have eyes more blue like mine as I couldn't stand looking into those eyes again for the rest of my life.  I said, 'you couldn't look after him, he needs his mother'. r. Just rebuked, that it would be easier than I thought. I blocked the doorway and told him I would ring the police if he didn't put him down. He said quickly he didn't care and that he would be long gone before they got here. I my mind was racing and I knew I had to change tactics with him. I pretended I wanted to see him again and that we could talk again about us if he would just leave Mitchell with me. This tactic worked better and he settled down.  He finally left and I sat and worried about what I was going to do next. Mitchell wasn't an easy baby either and I'd hadn't had much rest and he seemed hungry all the time. I was looking forward to the midwifes visit coming up so I could ask for some advice.
My mum called the next day from work and I told her what had happened with Mitchell. That night Mitchell turned up again at our door. He looked all dishevelled and his green eyes were darting about this time.  He sat down and quickly explained that he had work in Alice Springs, the Northern Territory and that he had to leave straight away to work with his dad.  I was very pleased! But I didn't show it and calmly wished him well.  He said he'd be back in a few weeks or months though depending on work.  It didn't matter to me as the longer the better I secretly thought.  That night I tested a little better, but I was very confused why he had changed his mind so quickly. I later found out why.