MYKEL
I was still over the moon celebrating being a father again. The feeling of watching the monitor with the image of my child growing inside my wife was f*****g extraordinaire—we made this baby, and I couldn’t wait to hold my child in my arms.
Then it was only a matter of a split second that my triumph and delirious bliss were gone in an instant.
My world stopped and faded around me. I was quick to rush toward my wife to drag her away from the motherfucker, shielding her and my child from the perilous exploit, but I wasn’t fast enough.
I was supposed to be there to protect her, yet I failed her as a husband. Again.
It sickened me. It f*****g pissed me off.
“Babe.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest.
“Get that motherfucker out of my
