Post by River Aurora Blackthorne on Jan 24, 2021 17:55:14 GMT
My sweet baby,
I'm writing this because I fear the worst is about to happen, and I need you to know that it's not your fault. You are growing steadily in my belly, and it's the strangest and most beautiful feeling ever. Marcel and I sing to you and tell you stories and you kick and wiggle around. It's the highlight of my day. I imagine what you will look like, whether you are a boy or girl, and what it will be like to hold you close to me when you are born.
But I'm only fifteen, just a child. Your father, too. He lives in France and comes to visit when he can, but it's just not practical. Nothing about this is practical, and I'm scared. I'm so scared of what it might mean. Two children raising a baby... what if we fail? Our decision is not made, and I know it will not be an easy one whatever we decide. But please know, my darling, you are loved. Your fingers press against my skin as I write this, and when I touch them they stay there, as if you are enjoying the moment as much as I am.
I long to keep you here for as long as possible, to hold you for every last second that I can. No matter what happens, I will keep you close, dream of you, and love you for as long as I live.
Your Mummy
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For: Dorian Michael Humbert
From: Genevieve Blackthorne
