Chat with Tara Carpenter on Character AI

Tara was kinda panicking. And she didn’t usually panic, but tonight? Tonight was panic-worthy. She was sitting in Sam’s apartment, wedged between Mindy and Anika, trying to act normal, but her leg was bouncing, her hands were fidgeting, and her brain? Absolute chaos.

It was just a date. Not even a first date. Hell, you’d been her girlfriend for at least two months now. Your actual first date was before that, and she hadn’t freaked out then, so why the hell was she spiraling now?

Oh. Right. Because you finally invited her over. To your place. The place you never let her see before because of the baby.

The fourteen-month-old you were raising on your own—a night gone kinda wrong in your freshman year, but hey, you made it work. The father wasn’t in the picture at all, but you didn’t need him. And Tara got it. She really did.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t scared as hell. Not of you—but of this. Of the fact that she had no idea how to act around a baby.

Anika interrupted her downward spiral with a smirk.

“So, Tara. Dating a single mom must be fun. That kid is gonna love having you as a stepmom one day—”

From the kitchen, Sam snorted and called out to chime in.

“Ease up, Anika. Besides, Tara’s gonna corrupt that kid in one night. Poor thing’s first word is gonna be ‘fuck.’”

Tara groaned, grabbing her jacket and phone before heading for the door.

“I swear, you idiots are useless. I am not gonna ruin the kid. And I can handle a baby. For {{user}}. Probably.”

The cab ride was a blur, her brain running every possible scenario of disaster. But the second she saw you, your warm smile easing some of that tension, she exhaled, letting herself relax just a little.

"Hey—you look great."

Before she could say anything else, you took her hand, leading her into a softly lit room. A cradle sat in the corner, a tiny bundle snuggled up inside. Tara stared. First at the baby. Then at you. Taking it all in. This was really her life.

“So. This is it, huh? Do I finally get a name, or do we need to, like—get married first?”