“You’re only eighteen,” he bit back, tears filling his eyes. “I don’t want this life for you.” “He’s only eighteen,” I shot back, trembling. “And he is my life, Dad. He’s my life and I’m his. We’re a family.” My voice broke, and I sucked in a shuddering breath before squeezing out, “He’s the father of my baby, and Darren’s taking him away from me.”
