A couple of weeks later, I was sitting in our bedroom.
I was bored and Ace was at work. I lay on my bed contemplating something that had been playing on my mind. I wanted a child; I really wanted a child. We had to give Parker to the state, and he got put into a foster home. Parker was glued to my hip for the 2 weeks that he was with us, and I adored it. It gave me a sense of purpose, a sense of being needed by someone who wasn't Ace.
Ace paid the police to put Parker in a good home but that didn't make it any easier to give him up. And ever since, I've wanted a child. But I wasn't sure how to approach Ace about it. I know him better than anyone yet I'm still very scared to tell him I want a child right now, especially since I'm only 20 and he's 21 going 22 next month. Maybe he'll say ye
