I didn’t help make you. I didn’t give you your DNA, your eyes, your blood type. But understand this and never forget it. I chose you. Every single day, I chose to be your dad. I will be there the day you are born, and every day after.

I won’t lie to you and tell you a hero’s story about your biological father. I won’t demonize him either. Know this, he made some sad choices that hurt people, including your mom, which is why I had to step up and protect you.

Remember this, kid. If you ever doubt where you come from, just look around. Look at the people who show up for you every day. Look at the people who choose to stay. That’s your family.

And no matter how old you get, I’ll always be proud to call myself your dad.

Love,

Your Dad

I stopped reading. Tears dripped down my face, and I just looked at the man I would soon spend the rest of life with, with love and admiration.

“You tryna make me suck your dick in this baby room, ain’t you?”

“Maybe.” He smirked, pulling me carefully on his lap.

“Thank you. Thank you for stepping up when everyone else passed.”

“Thank you for sitting in that stairwell.” He grabbed the letter out my hand and folded it back up nicely before placing it back in the envelope.

“You know… this is probably the only room in the house we haven’t christened,” I said, tugging at his pants.

“Gone now, Phee. You’re too far along.” He tried pushing me off him, but it only helped me release his dick from his shorts.

“Dr. Gaines said sex this late in pregnancy is good for a healthy delivery.”

“Is that right?”

He kissed my neck as I slid down on top of him reverse cowgirl style. A collaborative moan escaped us as he bounced me up and down in his lap right there in the baby’s nursery. The pace was slower this time because of how far along I was, but it was perfect. Our bodies were colliding, celebrating our love.

“Ooh,” I moaned as he stroked effortlessly inside me.

“Ooh what?” He kissed my ear, wrapping his big hands around my neck from behind. “Ooh what, Phee baby?”

“It f-feels so good,” I stammered.

He was so deep inside me. His dick was tapping my G-spot relentlessly, sending sensations through my body. I was on the verge of exploding.

“It feels so fucking good.” Kellon’s grip on my neck tightened as my walls squeezed against his manhood.

He grunted. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You… You. I’m yours!” I rotated my hips in his lap feverishly.

“Slow down before you have this baby.” He tried to still me, but he was pounding into me so good I didn’t care if I had the baby tonight or not.