Corbyn
I was angry that Daniel smoked, knowing he's pregnant. For a few weeks afterwards, we both avoided the topic. I try to talk to him because I know he'll end up hurting him (mentally) because of his pregnancy and depression if I yell. However, if I don't talk about it I'll hurt myself mentally.
"Babe, why did you start smoking?" I ask. "I needed a way out, a way to de-stress." he bluntly replies. "Dani, you could've just talked to me" I say. He looks me in my eyes and breaks down.
"I-I'm sorry I'm s-such a d-disappointment. I-I let you d-down. I'm g-gonna ruin the b-baby's life a-and I'm gonna b-be a terrible f-father and they're gonna have b-birth d-defects and be b-bullied because I'm an i-idiot and I s-smoked. I didn't w-want to bother you with my p-problems" He cries into my shirt.
"Baby boy, you aren't a disappointment. I love you and you aren't going to ruin their life. You didn't let me down, if anything, I feel like I let you down because you didn't think you could come talk to me."
I rub his back until he slowly drifts to sleep.
I carry him bridal style to our bed and lay him down before kissing his forehead and then his bump that is defined, as he's now 18 weeks.
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We love being forced into family dinners with closed minded assholes😔✌🏽
