Winter Hart
I watched as Jake wandered into the kitchen. He still hadn’t answered my question. Would he still be here if I wasn’t pregnant? I don’t believe he would be, and that’s holding me back.
“Little one,” I turned to my father, “I need to apologize.”
“Dad,” I rushed, but he raised his hand, stopping me.
“No, Winter, what I said was uncalled-for. I have no excuse. I hold you to a higher standard than your brothers.” He cupped my cheek. “But you are the one I had to fight for the most.” I gasped, choking on a sob.
“You are nothing like that woman, and I need you to believe that. You are kind and caring. You are going to be a great mother.” Tears ran down my cheeks.
“Thanks, Dad,” I croaked. He brushed away some tears with his thumb.
“Jake’s a good man, Win. I hope you’ll give hi
