They planned it out perfectly. The lawyer's wife and I gave birth to our child on the same day, if the same hospital room. Hers was about 40 minutes before mine. It almost killed me to watch The moment the baby was out of her the doctor heartlessly hand it to a waiting couple without her even being able to touch it once. And I know it killed her having to watch my father/husband hand me mine. As I held my baby boy, I loved my 'husband' for letting me keep it.
My dad stopped having kids with me after my fourth, simply because my sister was starting to get to curiosity, and we couldn't come up with an excuse she would believe anymore. Trust me; he wanted to have more with me. However, each kid that he did have with me only made me love him more. As I saw before, he had the power to ripped them away from me, but didn't. In fact, privately, he acted as a perfect father to them.
I'll be honest, It the beginning I thought the worst day of my life was the day I became a ****, but then I realized it was the day he passed peacefully away from old age. By then, I had been a **** to him for so long, freedom felt wrong. I didn't know what to do with myself. I went through the stages of grief. I actually got mad at him for leaving me without an order. But then when I read his will, my heart once again filled with love. His will took care of me because in it, everything he owned, (including me) was left to my eldest son.
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