Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
I deserve someone who puts me first. So does our child.
Melanie
TWO MONTHS LATER
Dear Melanie,
I hope you’re doing well. I was disappointed that you didn’t come see me while I was waiting in the Kootenai County jail for my parole hearing, but I also understand. I appreciate the letter you sent, and I agree with you. You have every right to stay away from me and I don’t blame you for being pissed.
I’m pissed at myself, too.
Now I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I did. You may not be interested in hearing this, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all kinds of things. I should’ve been supportive when you told me about the baby. There’s no excuse, but I did want to explain. I had a shit time growing up and kids scare me. But the more I think about a baby with your eyes, the more I want it. I hope that you’ll give me a chance to be a father when I get back out of here.
I’m also sorry that I got myself thrown back in prison when you needed me the most. I’m sorry I won’t be there when the baby is born, and that when you’re tired and you need help I won’t be around.
I’ll never forgive myself for that.
Puck tells me that Jessica and Loni are helping you out a lot and that you’re doing good. He’s selling my bike and will get you the money as soon as he can. I hope you’ll consider using some of it to come and see me when the baby is born—maybe bring him to meet me. (Or her, if it’s a girl. I guess I assumed it was a boy, but I don’t care either way. I just want to meet him.) If not that, I hope you’ll send me pictures.
Maybe my life would be different if I’d had a dad. Maybe I wouldn’t be such a fuck-up. I promise you that if you give me a shot, once I get out I’ll be a real father for our child.
I still love you,
Painter
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
Painter,
So, I bet you never expected to hear from me, huh? Hunter was pissed when I told him I wanted to write to you, but then he and I talked about it some more, and when I explained why he understood.
It’s because we know what it feels like to lose a child.
I know your situation is different, because your baby is alive and well, but it probably feels like you’ve lost her. Maybe hearing more about her from me will help. (Hopefully you already know all this anyway, but I didn’t feel comfortable asking Melanie about it under the circumstances.)
Anyway, baby Isabella is beautiful. I’m sticking in some pictures from the hospital. Kit and I are both very excited—we asked Melanie if we can be her aunties and she said yes. When we heard she was in labor we wanted to be there, although we weren’t in the room. We waited out in the hallway, which made for some very interesting people watching. Lots of excited grandparents, that kind of thing. Jessica and London were inside with her. I drove over and kept speeding because I was afraid I’d miss something, but it turned out I had plenty of time.
I don’t know how much you’ve heard, but things got scary for a while. Izzy (that’s what we’re calling her) wasn’t progressing right and then she went into distress. They had to do an emergency C-section and the baby ended up getting miconium (that’s poop—I probably spelled it wrong) in her lungs. She ended up in the NICU for more than two weeks and got pneumonia. Even now we have to keep a close eye on her and we’ve all been taking shifts watching over her.
She’s got apnea, which means she sometimes stops breathing. (There’s an alarm that’s supposed to go off if it happens, but it’s hard to trust a machine with something so important.) It’s really scary. The good news is that they think she’ll grow out of it and it won’t be a big deal. Melanie has been incredibly strong. The same day as her surgery she got out of bed and climbed into a wheelchair, then made us take her down to the NICU to see Izzy. Didn’t give two shits that she’d just had surgery, or that the doctor told her she had to stay away.
That girl’s a fighter, and she’s going to be a very good mother.
I should get going now, but I hope you’re doing all right. Hunter says he hopes you eat shit and that you’re a douche, but he was smiling while he said it. He also sends his respect.
Take care,
Em
SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, STATE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
MELANIE
I wasn’t ready to see him.
I’d been pumping myself up for weeks—I’d even called Jessica early that morning for a last-second pep talk before I left the hotel room. She’d reminded me of all the reasons I wanted Izzy to know her daddy, but now that we were really here, in the visiting area, I couldn’t remember any of them.