I was going to be such a screw up. I’d do so many things wrong with her and this kid. “Six, seven, eight…” But fuck, I was going to love them. I didn’t care about being perfect. I just wanted to be everything my father wasn’t. I wanted this with her a million more times, and no matter all the shit that still lived inside me, I already knew I was better than him. “Nine, ten…” The doctor pulled back, Winter collapsed, and I heard a shrill cry fill the room. “It’s a boy!”
