But I knew three things. I was going to be a father. I was going to be a good father. I was going to do everything in my power to make things right between Ellie and me. I’d always trusted my gut instincts, which usually told me when it was time to move on to the next place, take the next risk, chase the next thrill. But today when I’d heard that little heartbeat and saw those tiny feet and looked into Ellie’s brown eyes, my gut hadn’t told me to run. It told me to stay.
