"Careful baby, don't step on the headstone!" Directing the small child around the grave, Raelyn bent down to kneel at the height of her daughter.
Looking at the child, she was an unmistakable match for her father. Light blond hair with steel eyes, all accompanied by a pale skin tone. The Russian in her background not easily missed.
"Mama?" The fragile voice brought the twenty three year old out of her thoughts. Rae looked down at her two year old, smiling softly.
"Yeah, baby?"
"What was he like?" She never glanced back up at her mother. The question nearly brought tears to Raelyn's eyes every time.
"He was caring. He loved his family, and was so excited to be an uncle. He would have loved you. As you would have loved him." Rae tucked a piece of her daughter's long hair behind her ear. She looked satisfied with the answer, her steel eyes meeting her mother's green ones.
Raelyn stood up, picking her daughter up and saying goodbye to Nicky, her older brother. He was 10 years older than her, and knew about her being pregnant at only 21. Although he wasn't stoked about not knowing the father, he couldn't wait for a little niece or nephew to spoil.
And then he was ripped away.
Drunk drivers sucked. She could scream, she could cry, she could cuss the Lord's name; nothing would bring him back.
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Back home, Raelyn laid her little girl down for a nap before she moved off to her laptop resting on the kitchen counter.
At twenty three, she was a tall, slender young lady. Large breasts, and curvaceous hips that peeked after the birth of her first born. Long, strawberry blond hair curled down to her rear, with gorgeous greenish blue eyes that always glittered with happiness.
A deep sigh escaped her lips as she opened her laptop, clicking onto her work page. As a real estate agent, she was grateful to be able to work from home. The only time she needed to leave the premise and get a baby sitter, was when she had to go show a home or meet with clients.
It wasn't a job she wanted to be doing, but it brought an income. It put a roof over the single mom and her child's head, put food in their stomach, and clothes on their backs.
An hour passed before the boredom got to be too much for the young mother, so she broke the wine out and broke down.
Raising a child by yourself wasn't easy. Raising a child when your own parents disowned you, wasn't easy. Raising a child who's father didn't know about her. Wasn't easy.
Nothing was easy. But she had a choice to terminate when she found out, and she had a choice to put her up for adoption.
Little did she know that the said father did indeed know he had a child. And wouldn't be deterred from her.
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Yes! First update.
I know, it's probably not the best. But it's something! I will be writing more and more each time. I'm still finding my groove and style of writing. I'm a poetry writer, not a novel writer LOL.
I'll post another update next week in the father's pov!
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Unforgettable
Romance"Everything about that night was a mistake. The only good outcome is that little being sitting in that high chair; she hasn't asked for daddy yet, and never will." The steel eyes clouded over like a scorned predator. "Trust me," he began, his voice...
