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Clear as day for me to read. I took six different pregnancy tests, and they all gave me the same exact result.

Never did I imagine this was where I would be at twenty years old.

Knocked up.

With child.

Bun in the oven.

Bastard.

How was I going to tell my family?

My daddy?

Or worse…

The father.

I was having a baby with the man I least expected.

Because you see, I hated him.

He hated me.

We hated each other.

Except after everything we’d gone through, done to each other, been through together. Deep in my heart, my soul, my entire being…

I loved him.

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HARLEY

Then: Six years old

My first word was fuck.

But only cuz my daddy said it all the time.

“Harley, are you listening to me?” Momma asked, shuttin’ the refrigerator door with a thud.

I nodded, but I wasn’t listenin’ at all. I just kept drawin’ a picture of my daddy in the unicorn notebook in front of me. Thinkin’ about him and not that butthole, Jackson Pierce.

My daddy was my everythin’.

Most little kids would say their daddies were their heroes, but my daddy really was a hero. I ain’t even playin’. He saved my momma’s life, like for real, for real. Daddy was the reason her heart was still beatin’.

Cuz his blood ran through her veins when he saved her life with a transfusion.

And that wasn’t the only time Daddy saved Momma.

He rescued her a lot, a lot. Like five times from all the bad guys tryin’ to steal her away from him.

Includin’ my Uncle Noah.

I know… crazy, right?

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