Dear Trey,
This is weird. I haven't written a letter in forever and I'm so used to just texting you but you're not allowed to have your phone which most likely sucks. I'm just glad that you're taking the first step in recovering from this. I'm glad that you genuinely want to get better because I want you healthy and ready to help me take care of our baby. I want you to prove yourself to not only be worthy of me, but worthy of our child as well.
Speaking of babies, I went to the doctors today. Well I didn't really go because I was already at the hospital since I work there but I had my appointment today. I was able to find out the gender and I'm still debating on telling you, but I want you to be excited about something. I want you to have something more to look forward to.
As of right now, I'm five months along. That's like 20 weeks. It's not a lot but it's enough for the baby to be developed enough to figure out the gender. Guess what? We're having a little girl! I was kind of hoping for a boy because I had a bad attitude to handle when I was little, but I can't wait for her to get here.
I think I finally love her like a mother should. I want what's best for her and I want her to be healthy. I hope she has your beautiful eyes and your gorgeous hair. I hope she's everything that I've been dreaming of and so much more. I hope she's our saving grace and I hope that she can help mend what has been broken between us. I've put my ultrasound pictures in the envelope so that you can see her. I can't wait for you to get out so that you can see us. I'm growing bigger by the day and she should start kicking and any day now.
Stay strong baby,
Love, Demi.
Dear Demi,
It really sucks in here. Sometimes I just wanna check myself out but then I remember that I have you and our baby and my family and I want to get better. I want to be better for myself but I do want to prove myself to be worthy to you. I love you with everything in me and I've treated you so wrong. When I get out, we can start fresh.
I'm so excited that we're having a baby girl. I want her to be the mini version of you because you're such an amazing person. It would be the cutest thing to have a mini Demi running around. Hopefully I can always do right by her since I haven't always done right by you.
How's your job? I know you love working with kids but I also know that it's hard since they're all sick. I hope our daughter never ends up in the pediatrics unit, but if she does, at least we'll know that she'll be in great hands.
I've been thinking, and maybe you should move back to California and get my old house ready for the baby. Or you could look for a new one for us to move into when I get out. I just want you to be happy and I want us all to be together, like a little family.
I love you so much baby, and I can't wait to see you. Kiss our little bean for me and take care of your self.
Love,
Trey.
Demi set the letter from Trey down and took a bite of her sandwich. He had left her with a lot to think about and it all had to do with her moving back in with him. Had she ever agreed to that? She was still debating on even giving him another chance when he got out. She was fine in Texas, she was happy in Texas. There wasn't really anything for her back in California and Trey was still in treatment, so why would she go back there?
"Letter from your baby daddy?" Wilmer asked as he entered the break room and sat down next to her. Usually he spent his lunches at home with his daughter but she guessed that he didn't feel like going all the way home today and then coming all the way back.
"Uh yeah." Demi was comfortable with Wilmer but she didn't want him to see what her and Trey were writing to each other about. She stuffed the letter back into the envelope and pushed it to the side before putting her full attention on Wilmer.
"Why didn't you go home for lunch today?" She would've split her sandwich in half but she was starving and if Wilmer really wanted something to eat then he would've grabbed something.
"Sophie is sleeping and I don't like to interrupt that. Plus, I wanted to talk to you."
"Talk to me about what? If this is about me leaving last week, I'm sorry and I already explained to you why I left and I'm fine with not getting paid for that week," Demi rambled on before Wilmer cut her off.
