How can something so small inside me feel this heavy?
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bathroom, hands gently resting on my growing belly. The curve was undeniable now. Every day it became more real a living reminder of everything I had surrendered to Daddy.
Behind me, he entered the room, freshly showered, a towel hanging low on his hips. His eyes immediately softened when they landed on me.
“Look at you,” he murmured, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. His large hands covered mine over my belly. “Carrying my child so beautifully.”
I met his eyes in the mirror. My own were red from crying earlier.
He looks at me like I’m precious. Like I’m everything. But how many lies are behind those eyes?
“Daddy…” My voice came out small. “What if
