You're so ugly." আপনি ব্যক্ত to yourself as আপনি looked in the mirror. আপনি spat আরো and আরো insults at yourself until a throat was cleared. In that moment your swear your হৃদয় just stopped as আপনি turned and saw Johnny. "Baby...." He ব্যক্ত quietly as he walked up to you. He grabbed your hands and held them tightly, so আপনি wouldn't pull away. He knew আপনি try to walk past him like আপনি always did when আপনি didn't want to talk about something. "Is that how আপনি really feel?" He asked. He sounded so hurt. Your eyes stung from rising tears. আপনি didn't say a word, but আপনি managed a nod. "Why?" He asked. আপনি could tell he was holding back tears. "They're all skinnier than me, have nicer skin than me, prettier than me. আপনি could have ANY girl আপনি wanted, but you're with me. Those other damn girl point out my flaws like there's no tomorrow. I know I'm not pretty. I know I shouldn't be with you. I kn-" Johnny cut আপনি off before আপনি could say another word. "Don't talk like that! I think you're perfect. আপনি may not have the most pretty skin অথবা the thinnest body, but I don't care. আপনি could looked like Marylyn Monroe অথবা আপনি could look like something that crawled out from the gutter and of প্রণয় you. You. Are. Perfect. Fuck what everyone else has to say. They aren't me and they never will be. I প্রণয় আপনি and only you. Face the facts; you're perfect, I প্রণয় আপনি and no matter what anyone else says they're wrong." He said. He had a few tears rolling down his cheeks and আপনি were practically sobbing. Johnny let go of your hands and gave আপনি a hug. His arms were wrapped so tightly around আপনি almost could breath, but আপনি didn't care. When he pulled away he wiped your cheeks gently rather than his own. "I'm sorry." আপনি whispered. Johnny shook his head no. "I'm sorry. I should've made আপনি feel how আপনি really are." He said. আপনি felt another tear roll down your cheek. "I প্রণয় you." আপনি whispered. Johnny didn't answer, he just leaned in for a kiss.
It must have been about two in the morning, and the baby had been crying off and on again for hours.
“Hey baby girl, I got you. I got you.” He says, holding her up to his chest and rocking back and forth. “We’re all good. We’re all good.”
He walks around the room a few minutes, bouncing the baby up and down till she stops crying, and slowly starts to fall back asleep.
“Katherine Jane Winston,” he muttered, looking at his half asleep daughter. “You’re going to be so beautiful one day. আপনি know that? I’ll do anything for you. Anything আপনি need. Your daddy’s right here. And so is your big brother, and your mommy. But most of all I’m here, and I got you.” He smiles.
The baby snores softly, but he doesn’t want to put her down. He’s in love.
