SpeedLimit55
Bluelighter
Hi angel.
I'm not really sure how to start this.
I guess I should apologize...I am sorry.
When I first found out mommy was pregnant, I admit, I was upset. I was scared. I've never been a daddy before. I'm not a very good son, how can I be a father?
But all that started to change. I started thinking, late at night as I always do.
Your mother, the woman I love with all my heart...she's carrying a miracle inside her...a miracle that I helped come to be.
Then I started spending time with your cousin, Dylan. Adorable isn't he?
Then we started getting presents. Grandma bought us that adorable green outfit...you know the one...with the ducks on it?
The days passed, the nights too...the one day, almost out of nowhere...I was excited.
"I'm gonna be a daddy."
For the first time I realized just how beautiful that is.
That anxious rush I had when I saw the plus sign on the pregnancy test: It was back.
But it wasn't alone this time...Joy...Tears of joy for the first time dripped out of my big brown eyes.
I started to think about all the fun times we'd have. Your first smile.
Your first laugh.
Your first crawl.
Your first step.
All the questions you'd ask me with those pretty eyes. I just knew your eyes would be blue like mommy's.
I imagined your tiny little hands...grasping around my finger.
I thought about holding you at 2AM...when you were crying.
Hell, I even thought about changing your diaper. Ya know I've never done that before, right?
I even thought about buying your first car for you...yeah...everything. I thought about it all.
I thought about not just being in a family...but having my own.
Taking care of all of you...your brother, your mom.
I'm so sorry sweetheart.
I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean to be scared.
Please don't think daddy doesn't love you. Please don't think I had any regrets.
Illyana please, come home. Daddy loves you so much. I promise I'll never be scared again.
Remember all those things I said to you, through mommy's stomach?
"Daddy loves you".
I do sweetie, I really do.
I want to read to you...I want to rock you to sleep. I want to ground you when you break my stuff, when you come home too late...when you kiss your first boy.
I want to hold you tight when it thunders outside...when you and mom are fighting...when that boy breaks your heart.
I want to teach you about cars...I want to teach you how to cook...
I want to give you away at your wedding, but only to a man deserving of your beauty and charm.
My baby girl.
Sweetie please, come back to daddy.
Come back to mommy.
We miss you so much.
I guess I'm not much better at being a father than I am a son.
But I promise...if you come back...I'll try my hardest.
You'll never be alone.
Please sweetie...
Come back to daddy.
I'm not really sure how to start this.
I guess I should apologize...I am sorry.
When I first found out mommy was pregnant, I admit, I was upset. I was scared. I've never been a daddy before. I'm not a very good son, how can I be a father?
But all that started to change. I started thinking, late at night as I always do.
Your mother, the woman I love with all my heart...she's carrying a miracle inside her...a miracle that I helped come to be.
Then I started spending time with your cousin, Dylan. Adorable isn't he?
Then we started getting presents. Grandma bought us that adorable green outfit...you know the one...with the ducks on it?
The days passed, the nights too...the one day, almost out of nowhere...I was excited.
"I'm gonna be a daddy."
For the first time I realized just how beautiful that is.
That anxious rush I had when I saw the plus sign on the pregnancy test: It was back.
But it wasn't alone this time...Joy...Tears of joy for the first time dripped out of my big brown eyes.
I started to think about all the fun times we'd have. Your first smile.
Your first laugh.
Your first crawl.
Your first step.
All the questions you'd ask me with those pretty eyes. I just knew your eyes would be blue like mommy's.
I imagined your tiny little hands...grasping around my finger.
I thought about holding you at 2AM...when you were crying.
Hell, I even thought about changing your diaper. Ya know I've never done that before, right?
I even thought about buying your first car for you...yeah...everything. I thought about it all.
I thought about not just being in a family...but having my own.
Taking care of all of you...your brother, your mom.
I'm so sorry sweetheart.
I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean to be scared.
Please don't think daddy doesn't love you. Please don't think I had any regrets.
Illyana please, come home. Daddy loves you so much. I promise I'll never be scared again.
Remember all those things I said to you, through mommy's stomach?
"Daddy loves you".
I do sweetie, I really do.
I want to read to you...I want to rock you to sleep. I want to ground you when you break my stuff, when you come home too late...when you kiss your first boy.
I want to hold you tight when it thunders outside...when you and mom are fighting...when that boy breaks your heart.
I want to teach you about cars...I want to teach you how to cook...
I want to give you away at your wedding, but only to a man deserving of your beauty and charm.
My baby girl.
Sweetie please, come back to daddy.
Come back to mommy.
We miss you so much.
I guess I'm not much better at being a father than I am a son.
But I promise...if you come back...I'll try my hardest.
You'll never be alone.
Please sweetie...
Come back to daddy.
