Introduction

The air in the room was thick with tension and uncertainty. I found myself gulping down my fear and trying to keep myself from visibly shaking. This was my worst nightmare come true.

How had it come to this? That I would need to beg the man I never wanted to see ever again in my life for protection for my daughter?

Well...our daughter.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes and buried my face in my hands as I rested my elbows upon my knees. My heart was starting to somewhat return to normal when Mia let out a squeal causing it to beat rapidly again and my head to snap to attention.

I breathed a sigh of relief and returned to my previous position once I saw she was squealing about something he was showing her on his phone.

All these years of running from my past have made me a very anxious and paranoid person. And I hated that I've made Mia into a true mini me at times.

The poor girl has nightmares constantly.

I'm so stupid. I should've known I wouldn't be able to run, at least not forever. I had put Amelia, my little Mia, in so much danger by continuing to run. When it was just me, running was the only option I had. The moment I got pregnant I should've stopped running. It wasn't about me anymore at that point.
But I was a selfish and terrified 22 year old who had been running from her past for four years at that point.

But now here we are, another four years later and he's meeting his child for the first time. I can feel his anger coming off of him in waves, but he keeps a smile on his face for her. And for that I am grateful.
I nervously bounce my leg as I pick up my head and watch him talk with her. I'm unsure of how either will react as they speak and this is what is making me nervous the most.

The unknown.