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them off her leg without touching the huge bump. I need to get her some ice.
    Once I get them off of her, I put them on the tub and go to take her panties off next. Her hips are wider than before, I still can’t get over how perfect her body is. I love that she has gained curves in all the right places even if she’s self-conscience about it. After I get her panties off, she tries to cover herself with her shirt, but it’s no use. I can still see her sexy thighs and a peek at her perfect pussy. I chuckle at her antics and she asks, “What?”
    I look her up and down and I know that she isn’t used to the attention. I wonder what type of tool she was dating before she came out here. My girl was never nervous when she got naked, but this version of her is.
    “Lyn, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before…” The smirk on my face stays as I see her blush. The blush creeps up her neck, I can see the tips of her ears getting red too.  
    “I know. It’s just that, well… Things aren’t what they used to be before getting pregnant.” She looks down at her stomach and I know she thinks she’s gotten fat or something since she got pregnant. Me, I think she looks even better than before.  
    Grabbing her face, I force her to look at me. Searching her eyes, I try to figure out where all her self-esteem went. My girl would never question me when I said she looked good and she sure as hell always flaunted what she had back then. “If you want me to go, I will. Just say the word. I want you to be comfortable. I’ll come help you out when you’re ready.”  
    “I would like to be alone, please,” she whispers. Part of me feels defeated, but I don’t let her see that. I wish like hell the last ten years never happened. I want my girl back. I want the sexy, sweet, fun and caring girl that I fell in love with all those years ago.
    Nodding my head, I help her to the edge of the tub and the walk out without looking back at her. Walking out of the room, I take her clothes to the laundry room and check her pocket before I stick them in the washer. Pulling out what looks like a picture, I stick it on the dryer. Every ounce of me wants to look at the photo, but I hate to betray her trust when I finally got her to talk to me again.
    I start the washer, leaving the lid open to toss the rest of her clothes in when she’s done in the bath, I grab the photo and take it with me to grab her some clean clothes. The picture is burning a hole in my hand, so I take a peek at it. When I see the sweet little face of Lyndley’s mini me, I feel like I can’t breathe. I drop the sweats and shirt I found for her onto the floor. I have so many damn questions, I don’t even know what to do right now.  
    She’s been carrying this photo for who knows how long and this is the first time I’ve even seen it. Our daughter. I hear the tub start to drain, but I can’t move from the place I’m rooted to. Running my fingers over the sweet baby's face, I feel my chest tighten. She yells out my name and I remember that I need to give her the clean clothes. Finally moving, I make my way into the bathroom and hand her the clothes. I can feel my frown even before she sees it.
    When I try to say something, none of the words in my head can express what I’m feeling right now. I’m hurt, upset, sad, happy and bitter all at the same time. I open my mouth, but then I think better of it. If I say something, it’s probably going to be the wrong thing and I might ruin the progress that we’ve already made.  
    Turning on my heel, I make my way back into the room and take a seat on the edge of my bed, pull the picture out of my pocket and just stare at it, memorizing every inch of the beautiful little girl that I never got to meet.  
    After a few minutes she starts to hobble into the room, but I can’t even look at her yet. Looking at her makes me think of the little girl in the picture and it’s tearing me up inside. I feel her brush up against