If I have to

It's been 8 months now since I left Boston and everything else. I ran away. As soon as I found out that I was pregnant I left, I knew he wouldn't like the idea of me being pregnant, he can't love anyone not even himself.

I walked over to the window while touching my stomach. I had another life in me, a life that I was suppose to protect and love and I know he wouldn't love her but I will love her myself and give her everything she needs. She'll never miss a thing.

"I love you princess." I whispered to her. She'll be with me in a month, exactly one month. I can't wait to hold her in my arms and kiss her every night and tell her how much I love her. It hurts how she'll grow up like me, without a dad, without a father figure. My mom did everything she could to raise me even when my dad walked out on us, she loved me anyway and took care of me, I can do the same. I smiled at that thought.