Using our baby’s clothes and toys to make it up to his mistress?
I stood where I was, the hurt in my chest making it hard to breathe.
I had always believed that when it came to the baby, at least Zion cared.
I believed he was ready to be a decent father.
But now I finally understood that it was nothing more than my own fantasy.
The baby wasn’t even here yet, and Zion could already, without a second thought, take everything meant for her and use it to flatter another woman.
I didn’t dare picture if the baby were truly born, would she really end up fighting a dog for clothes?
The small hope I still held that Zion might try to be a good father broke apart right then.
When I didn’t speak, Zion walked toward me instead.
He leaned down, his eyes dropping to my belly, his voice soft. “Baby, when the time comes, Daddy will buy you the nicest, the prettiest clothes, alright?”
“Those second-hand clothes from someone else, we don’t need them.”
Zion pinched my cheek again, smiling just as sweetly and charmingly as usual.
“Don’t make that sad look, little crybaby,” he said. “Relax, I’ll make it up to you.”