When I woke up the first thing I felt was cold air hitting me. I looked over noticing that the French doors leading to the varanda were open. I was just wondering why John had opened them when he knew the baby shouldn't be ion the cold air like that when I looked over towards the baby and realizxed why the doors were open. Erik was standing in front of the baby and his shoul;der swere shakibng and I knew tghjat he was crying. At that moment all of my anger towards Erik came rushing back. Not only had he missed the birth of out child but hje had left me alone in the middle of no whefre, we could have bneen killed walkinmg down rthwat road at nighjt, I was almost raped and killed…again, and someone else had to deliver and take of our son.
I started to yell at the to[p of my l;ungs. "Erik, get the hell away from my son.!"
Erik turned looking at me with this shocked yet hurt look on huis face. "Yes thatrs right I said MY son you selfish bastard. Your not a father, what kind of father would leave the mother of their child alone in the middle of nowehere whuile she is pregnant! Not onkly trhat but you weren't ewvemn here wjhenm Noah was born! Raping me was bad enopughj but this… I'll never forgive you for this!"
