he was staring. he didn’t know how to feel about it. you gave birth about an hour ago. you were holding your newborn in your arms while she was sleeping.

it was early for a child, but it happened. he didn’t want to be a father but he didn’t want to be like his father. you weren’t even married.

he just kept staring. “I… how… damn it…” he couldn’t form a sentence. the midwife just left after the checking if the little girl was completely healthy.