I never thought of myself as the fatherly type. I had no interest in kids at all. Honestly, when my girlfriend told me that she was pregnant, I broke down and cried. Goodbye to my freedom, my carefree years. Goodbye to life as I knew it. Life as I enjoyed it. Now I would have this crying, pooping little shackle tying me down for years to come. And I had no idea how to be a father, if I would be a half decent one or be the reason my kid spent most of her life in therapy. Not to mention the financial side of it, so much for having a disposable income.
But the moment Lily Rose was born, the first time I held her in my arms, I knew that I would kill anyone who hurt her. Kill them on the spot, simple as that. Not a moment’s hesitation. And I am a peaceful guy. Anti-death penalty. Never raise a hand against anyone in my life. Never even came close to it. But when I looked into Lily’s eyes I knew that the world better treat her well or it will have me to answer to.
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