Chapter 19

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Chapter 18

Arla's POV

*4 months later*

My days are filled with teaching Fletcher and going to visit Olly whenever possible it's torture without him and knowing that this month Justin is going to be released is even scarier Theresa came up with the amazing idea to file a restraining order but we can't do that until he is out of prison so we have to wait
Fletcher crawls up to me and makes grabby hands signifing that he's wants to be picked up I E been teaching him animal sounds and decided to get a video for Olly to show him while he's there just to make him happy, I take out my phone and start recording as I point to animals he tells me what they say but only just when we've finished I like to show him photos of the family just so he gets to know everyone and their faces when I point to Olly he says his first proper word!!
It takes a while to get it out of him but I place my finger on Olly and Fletcher says

"Da.da"

I nearly scream with excitement but then remind myself that loud noises will startle him this will be the perfect video to show to Olly when I see him next but first O have to show everyone else
I practically run upstairs to Theresa and show her the video

"His first word was dada" she says with excitement in her voice "and he's not even here" she continues I laugh and reply

"It's probably because I talk about him so much"

"You do" she says

" Of course I do"

How could I not tell my child who his father is sometimes I consider taking him in to see Olly but then I remember the conversation we had before Olly went in where Olly told me that he didn't want Fletcher in there because it's too dangerous he didn't even really want me in there because of how dangerous it is but he never stops me from coming back and even if he didn't want me to he couldn't stop me heck I don't think I could stop myself I love him so much  and it kills me to know that I can't get him out of there the amount of times I wanted to take of my shoe and break that stupid piece of plastic that separated us has now gotten uncountable I want him home and I want him home now I don't understand how they haven't let him out for good behaviour

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