He then stood up and removed the rest of my clothing gently, kissing every bit of new skin that revealed itself before I was carried over to the bed. XXX It didn’t go down well. I can’t have you pregnant! My gift to you is to free myself from the burden that is my life. I went home the next morning to see my dad sitting at the breakfast table. He cradled me in his big strong arms and moved my hair from my face as he wiped away the tears I’d shed. He thought he was getting some booty that night but his luck was WAY out. The stupidest things made him jealous. I never heard or seen him again until I was eight months.
