Summer
I never really planned to tell him about the baby I lost. Not because I didn’t think he should ever know. I simply didn’t think he would really care. It had been so long ago, and I was sure he would be happier that he didn’t have a child running around he didn’t know about. Not that my dad would have let him not know. If I would have ended up having the baby back then and not lost it, my dad wouldn’t have stopped until he found the guy that knocked his baby girl up. Hell, my dad probably would have killed him then brought him back just to ensure he was a part of the kid's life. But I had lost it, and I couldn’t not tell him when he questioned the whole condom thing. We had never used one before. I hadn’t been on birth control, and that still never stopped us. It should have, but
