Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the mur of the kitchen, bière in hand.
Five months.
