Are You My Daddy?

Are You My Daddy?

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XX PROLOGUE XX "Mommy! I has a bad dream again," my 5 year old daughter wanders into the room, tear stains and boogers trailing her face. I embrace her and ask the the same question as always, "what was it about?" "I met my daddy for the first time and her didn't like me, he sayed I was a big mistake and I shouldn't be here, he turned into a dragon and chased me as I ranned away." The same story as always. I push Ellison's hair behind her ears and take my sleeve to wipe away her tears. "When you meet daddy, he will love you. How could anyone not." I comfort. Although, I was planning on never seeing her father, Louis Tomlinson, ever again. We spend the rest of the night cuddling in bed, me and my Ellison, that's all I need.
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I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.

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