Gabriella’s POV:
A shaky hand rests in sadness against the growing bump of my stomach. I can feel the soft kicks, the gentle nudges of the little baby sitting inside me and my heart pounds in slow beats. Slow beats for the little girl that is never going to know her father. Slow beats for the little girl who is probably going to have those same dark eyes. Slow beats for the little girl who will ask me about her daddy and I will have to lie.
“Don’t be sad, w***e. As soon as the baby is delivered and we announce how happy we are to be parents, then we can start getting back to normal. Ya hold up ya end of the deal and I’ll hold up mine and let you keep that rubbish!” Tyron announces, his eyes sending daggers to my hand on the rounded bump. A painful shiver runs down my spine as I think a
