Anya and I had waited four years.
And In those years,
It was our love that held us
Our love that continually bound us
We waited four years for our child
Four years for this good child.
I remembered what we went through,
How even till now, it seemed too painful to be true.
Those nights Anya would have nightmares,
Of having miscarriages, one of her biggest fears.
When she'd wake up soaked in her own sweat,
It will look like she was about to face her own death.
How I was there to console her,
To pet her, to talk to her.
To let her know, that I'd always be there for her.
To hold her, to LOVE her.
So no, I was not about to let all that go,
Or to let our child go, or to let her go.
I WILL fight for them both,
I owed our love that, I swore that oath.
I swore it to myself, to the father I was about to become.
I was ready to give this a try, I wasn't going to run.
I WILL be here. I WILL remain here. FOR HER.
