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It's been a month, a month since I brought my precious Ivy Gianna into the world. With each day that passes she webs her little self over my heart, I loved her since she was in my womb, to the moment I birthed her. With each day that passes I love her more. I don't know how it happens but it does. From her little cries, to her sleeping face, to how she suckles, I am in love with every single thing about her. It saddens me to know that in less that eleven months from now we would part.

Rosie is pissed about the news, she's hell bent on figuring something out to stop this. I appreciate her effort, I do but I have accepted that we can't fight against it. In the beginning I was certain that I wouldn't let him keep me from my child but everyday I realise I can do nothing to stop it. I mean what plan do I have?. At some point, running away with ivy was my plan but where would we go?. My mum’s place is not even an option, Gregory could easily find us. My only other close relative is my aunt