It has been nearly four months since everything, and I tried to be patient. It was hard. I knew she had been through hell, and I blamed myself. But there was nothing worse than being with the one you love and being in an intimate moment only to have her start freaking out because what another guy did to her pops into her head. I didn't blame her if I was honest with myself. I blamed myself. I should have been there to protect her. I should have been there to protect all three of them, her, our unborn child, and the dog she loved so much. But instead, I had gone out and had fun while she was being stolen from our bed. I had never honestly thought of having children, but knowing if this hadn't happened, we would be getting to meet our baby any day now made me wonder if it had been a boy or a
