I think this may well be one of the saddest things I have ever wrote!
I think I may have been quite depressed at the time!
Hope it's ok!
xoxoxo
Looking at a photograph of himself with Gwen, Jack smiled slightly. His arms were wrapped around her, and she was smiling up at him. He tended not to look at their photos, not now...it only reminded him that she never was, and never could be, his.
Gwen had married Rhys...then, six months later, she had announced that she was pregnant; and that she was keeping the baby. That had killed Jack. Her relationship with Rhys was now more solid than ever. Then, three months into her pregnancy, Rhys had been killed. He was the latest victim of knife crime in Cardiff. Gwen had been devastated. And Jack had been there for her. But they never moved their relationship forward. Gwen had still been grieving Rhys, and Jack didn't want to pressure her into anything. If she decided she wanted something more from him, he would have given it to her. But she never had. Gwen had gone into labour a month early. Jack had been there with her, through it all. There were complications, and she had to be given a caesarean. Jack had tried to be in there with her, but they wouldn't let him through. She had given birth to a beautiful baby girl. Jack had held the baby in his arms. He was so proud of Gwen. He had remained with her all through the night. She must have known...The last thing she said to him was that he should name the baby Jennifer. She had asked him to take care of her. And then she had died. She died in his arms, and Jack had never been able to tell her that he loved her...Despite how much it pained him, he did as she asked. He named the baby Jennifer, and raised her as his own. But year after year, she started looking more and more like her mother.
Jack glanced up as she squealed. It was her sixteenth birthday, and Jack had given her a diamond necklace; a necklace he had intended on giving to Gwen. She flung her arms around him.
"Thanks, daddy."
He smiled, wiping a tear from his eye.
"It was your mother's," he fastened it for her, swallowing. "She would have been so proud of you."
Jennifer smiled at him with Gwen's smile, and it cut a hole in his heart.
"She would have been proud of you, too."
He smiled weakly, holding her close. He knew he was being selfish; he knew that Jennifer should be with her family rather than down here in the hub with him. But she was the only part of Gwen he had left. And it was her dying wish that he should take care of her. So he had. He had never let anyone harm her. And he never would.