P E Y T O N
We sat for hours last night talking about everything. It was understandable that he was seething but I really appreciate him keeping his anger under control as I spoke about what Kade and his filthy mutts put me through, but when it came to me thinking I was going to be a terrible mother to our pup he hit the roof.
“How could you possibly think you’re going to be a bad mother, Peyton?!” He exclaimed in disbelief as he stood up in frustration.
“How could I possibly think I was going to be a good mother when I couldn’t protect us from the likes of Kade?!” I defended my thoughts.
“Because you’re pregnant! You’re not at your strongest, you’re growing our child inside of you, and he took advantage of that! Can’t you see?”
I nodded as my eyes fell from him to the floor as I felt
