"I'll be right back baby, there's something I need to take care of. I love you." I kissed her over the baby's head before I left my two girls in the safety of our home and sent out a call to my brothers. I had held the rage in check, but it was loose now. I'll have to deal with my own fuck up another time, right now I wanted the blood of the fucker who'd taken her on my hands.
They met me in the middle of the yard between our houses. "Do you know where she was the first few months of her pregnancy?" I didn't give them any lead up, just jumped right into the story. The shit that I'd read was still churning in my gut looking for an escape. I wanted to rage and fuck something up, but there was nothing but my own ass for being so fucking stupid. Why hadn't I checked up on her? Why had I let her walk away that day? My own fucked up pride had almost cost me everything.