~Tia~
All eyes are on me, and my mates look pissed. I can’t believe it myself; I asked for my ‘father.’ I can’t remember the last time I ever considered Stuart as my father. He was horrible to me my entire life, and it made a lasting impression. I just can’t explain what’s so different now. I mean, I know, but I don’t really get it.
Love, what are you saying?
Did you just call him ‘dad?’ I sigh, knowing this explanation will take a lot more than the words I’m about to say. This is going to be a conversation that I know they were going to want to have later.
I need to talk to him. Just…..please….. I watch my dad make his way from the door to the side of my bed. They took the baby for tests, and I want to get this out before they bring the baby back. “I want to talk to my dad, if that’
