"I'm sorry you had to meet me in the state I am in," I say looking down at my hands that were rubbing soothing circles in my stomach.
"I don't mind. I've wanted to meet you since the day I found out you were born but your mother wouldn't allow me in the room." Hank spoke out as he pours me a glass of lemonade and takes a seat in his office chair.
I nodded my head too afraid to look up and meet his gaze. The moment I spoke those words about being his daughter, he smiled but when his eyes drifted down to my stomach, they grew wide and I don't know if it was from judgment or from the shock that he had a teen parent as a child.
"I want you to know that I wanted to be in your life Aaliyah, but your mother wouldn't allow it," Hank says making me look up since I first got here. He stared at me
