Week 1

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Dear Baby,

Today was the day your father left us. His name is Casey and he left after I told him about you but we don't need him anymore. We can do this all by ourselves. I can raise you just fine and I will be the best dad I can be.

When you grow older, I will give you this journal to keep. You can do whatever you want with it once you have it in your hands.

I love you , my beautiful baby.

You'll never ever slip my mind even if I grow old and have memory loss. I'll always treasure you.

Love, Daddy

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Luke closed his leather bound journal, putting the cap back on the black pen. He sighed, setting his journal to the side of the coffee table in his small living room. The small blonde leaned back in his rocking chair, slowly moving back and forth. He looked down at his stomach, resting his hand where he thinks his baby is starting to grow.

"I won't give up on you baby. We will make it."

A tear slipped past Luke's eyelashes, falling down his cheek. He took a shaky breath, opening his eyes to look at his small tummy, whispering,

"I promise."

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