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Damien 72.

It hurt when those words escaped from her lips. It hurt me more than anything that I ever felt. I took a deep breath as I sat close to her. I do not want a baby. It stung. It had been a dream of mine for a day like this to come.

More than anything else, I wanted so badly to be a better father than Vito and I would always strive to be a better father.

A knock sounded on the door and I went to get it. It was one of the hired maid. There was a tray of food in her hands. I turned to Isabella.

"We will talk about this later," I told her and excused her so she could eat alone. I wanted her to get better and also take a short sleep. I had changed from my work clothes as soon as I entered my room.

A black Jean with leather boots, a black V-neck tee shirt with a matching leather jacket. I needed to get some things done. Earlier, I had called Officer Michael to see if it was possible to see Robert before he was transferred to Red Gate Penitentiary.

I took the