A girl Y/N who lost her mother after birth, her father got married to another women who never think of Y/N as her daughter, she hit her called her useless, but Y/N's grandmother raise her but she died when Y/N was a child...
She gets young as a simp...
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Y/N stood in front of the mirror her fingers gently tracing the curve of her belly. Five months. Five months of trying to accept what had happened.
Her reflection stared back at her tired,uncertain, haunted.
She exhaled slowly, pressing a hand against the growing life inside her. "Hey, little one" she murmured voice barely above a whisper.
Silence answered her.
She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as they spread across her stomach. "I don’t really know how to do this" she admitted. "I don’t know how to talk to you, how to feel the way a mother is supposed to feel." Her throat tightened. "I don’t even know if I can feel that way."
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Her nails dug lightly into the fabric of her dress, her mind a whirlwind of emotions she didn’t know how to name.
"It's not your fault...You didn’t ask to be here" she continued, her voice shaking. "And I… I didn’t ask for you."
The words tasted bitter on her tongue. Guilt crept in, wrapping around her chest like a vice.
She let out a shuddering breath. "But you’re here now" she whispered. "No matter how much I’ve tried to push this away, to pretend it isn’t happening… I feel you."
She pressed a little firmer against her belly, closing her eyes as if that would make the connection easier.
"I can feel you fluttering" she said, a small broken laugh escaping her lips. "It’s soft, Sometimes, I wonder if you’re trying to talk to me in your own little way. If you know that I…" Her voice wavered. "We are trying."
A tear slipped down her cheek, but she didn’t wipe it away.
"I didn't knew how to love you...I'm sorry for what I've said to you..I'm such a bad person" she admitted, her voice cracking. "I love you but every time I look at you I remember him."
She sucked in a sharp breath, her hands clutching her belly tighter as if the baby inside could feel her pain. "I don’t want you to be like him" she choked out. "I don’t want you to have his eyes, his face...I don't want his anything in you please....I don’t want to look at you and see him staring back at me."
