Faith's POV
3 months later
I placed my hand over my small baby bump, tears filling my eyes. "Look baby....that's daddy" I whispered as I looked at Dario's photo. My tears fell onto the frame one by one, as my heart churned in pain. These past 3 months have been horrible for me, the only reason keeping me alive is mine and Dario's baby...our baby....our bundle of joy.
My mind went back to the day I was going to commit suicide. I was lifeless and numb. I didn't know what I was doing, I could only hear his voice calling out to me. If it wasn't for my brother Noah, I would have been dead and would have killed my baby as well. I felt so ashamed and angry over myself for nearly killing mine and Dario's sign of love.
I hardly get out of the house. My parents have shifted into mine and Dario
