you was asleep beside him soft and steady. You both agreed, marriage, a child, then divorce.That the deal.

But nothing felt right anymore.

Not when you heavy with his child. How fiercely you protected what was both your baby, even, while you hated him.

his eyes drifted down to the curve of your belly.his hand moved before he could stop it, pressing gently against the swell.

his throat tightened.hid daughter knew her father.A slow, quiet smile pulled at his lips.

he leaned down. "I don't care what your mother say"

he murmured, eyes fixed onver sleeping face. "She is no Dislike anywhere. Neither of you are."

"You're mine," he whispered to your bump. "And so is your mom”