«This baby is a gift, and we’re going to be OK.» Dad smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. «That’s my girl.
Now let’s get you something to eat. You’re eating for two now, after all.» As we headed to the kitchen, I felt a sense of hope growing inside me. The road ahead would be challenging.
But with my father by my side and Paul’s child growing inside me, I knew we could face anything. As my belly grew with our child, I found strength I never knew I had. Dad was my rock, always there with a kind word or a helping hand.
We settled into a new routine, just the two of us, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the newest member of our little family. One sunny afternoon, as I was tending to the garden dad and I had planted together, I heard a car pull up. My heart sank as I recognized Maria’s sedan.
What could they possibly want now? I walked to the front of the house, one hand instinctively resting on my swollen belly. Maria and Olivia stood on our porch, looking both uncomfortable and slightly desperate. «Julie,» Maria began, her voice missing its usual sharpness.
«We need to talk to you.» I raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for her to continue. Olivia spoke up, her eyes darting around nervously.
«We’ve hit some hard times. We were wondering if we could stay in your father’s old apartment just until we get back on our feet.» I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
After everything they had put us through, they had the nerve to ask for help. «I’m sorry,» I said, my voice firm but calm. «That’s not possible…
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