❤️‍🩹 My Son I love you ❤️‍🩹

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♡♡♡♡♡ When you breathe for the first time
When you see for the first time
When you love for the first time
I'll be here♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Three years ago....


It was raining cats and dogs and I avoided any contact with the outside world in the last few months. The only person I trusted at the moment was Honey. Without her, I would certainly have made one mistake after another. I would have gone to America, perhaps continued to undress in front of lecherous old men or fallen in love with the next good-looking customer.

My pregnancy had gone smoothly until then and my little boy seemed to be healthy.

When my father found out about my pregnancy, he was initially affectionate and offered me his support.

But when he found out that Jimin was the father of my child, he broke with me.

The last thing he said to me was that he wouldn't have a daughter who slept with his wife's murderer.

I did everything I could to explain to him that I didn't know who Jimin was. Didn't know who Yong was. But my father had decided that I should no longer be his daughter.

The rain splashed against the window of the small apartment I had been living in for the last few months.

Honey convinced me not to have an abortion, to give all the love I had to my son. She brought me to Busan when I decided to change my life. This small apartment was to be my new home for the next two years.

The rain became heavier. I had to get out. No matter how the weather tried to hold me back. I needed fresh air.

Two more months and I would have to face up to my new responsibilities.

I was afraid .

Afraid of the new challenge, of what lay ahead of me and that my little son might look like his father.

I missed Jimin so much. I never stopped loving him and yet I was devastated that he rejected me.

A slight pain ran through my lower body as I grabbed my jacket and umbrella.

I had to get out, everything was threatening to collapse on me. These thoughts in my head took hold of me.

I have been hiding from my past for seven months now. Months of loneliness. No friends, no family, nothing.

As I stepped outside the door, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Ouch!" I held my hand to my tummy. This pain now moved from my abdomen to my back. "Okay! Please don't be a contraction, it's far too early for that!" I admonished my unborn son.

I pushed aside the thought that it really could be a contraction and went to the other side of the street....

The people around me ran to the buses or stores in a hurry to find a dry place.

"Oh fuck!" I muttered at the next pain that stopped me from going any further.

I breathed in and out deeply, just like I'd learned in antenatal classes.

The pain passed quickly and I just wanted to go to my favorite café around the corner when it happened.

The warm feeling running down my legs sent me into a slight panic.

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