At 28, and healthy I wanted a baby. I convinced my boss to be the father. After he learned I was having a son he went paternal and I was having ‘his’ son for him. He became protective, moral, authoritative, like my father. I fell in line, my friends called him my Daddy, and I didn’t disagree with them. He put his foot down, his son was going to be raised by his mother, nursed and nurtured. I went along, for months. Around nine months he called for a second baby, a sibling for his son. I fell in line, became pregnant again, Daddy got what he wanted.
I live where he put me up, I am a full time mother. My Daddy fell in love with me. And I’m not going anywhere. And like always, I fall in line. It’s me and my Daddy now. And his son and daughter.
