Taking her legs apart, I went on my knees, to dig in my meal, for almost three f*****g months I couldn’t have my baby, I needed her to have all the strength she needed, but now made it clear she needed me the same way I needed her, I’m no bastard.
For three months I attended her like a dog, bathe her, fed her, pampered her with anything she wanted, rubbed her sore muscles, made sure she was comfortable in the bed, for two weeks she had nightmares, fear of still carrying that Fox in her body. I hated myself for what stupid idea it was of me to think she deserved a pity fight.
She gained more weight but I loved her the same, she told me she hated how fat she got. But to me she was growing our puppy, I only wanted them both safe, healthy, and happy. Anything else I was not interested, anyt
