Ronan
My heart breaks as I listen to Ivy and our son. Is it an invasion of privacy that I am eavesdropping on them?
Yes.
Do I care?
Nope, not in the slightest.
I have missed out on four years with my son. Four years of firsts that I will never get back with him. I wasn’t there when Ivy’s body swelled with the life I’d placed inside her. I didn’t get to hold her hand through her labor, and I didn’t get to hear Noah’s first cry. I missed his first steps, his first birthday, his first everything up to this point.
And now, hearing him ask Ivy if I stayed away because I didn’t love him—it’s like someone reached into my chest and ripped my heart out with their bare hands and stomped it into the mud.
I know Ivy is holding a lot of guilt for leaving. I can feel it through the bond. It's
