I'm just gonna keep it short and simple.
I just want my son.
No metaphors. No deep meanings. No wondering. I want this child in Rahel Cohran's stomach to be my son. I want Ryan to be mine.
So that any and all naysayers can just stop. I just want my song to please be born so he can save me.
Ryan, with every good thing that happens to me now. I see your face. Every minor blessing I've come across, you are the reason for it. So I ask you for the one blessing of arriving so that I can pay you back, little one.
I love you. And despite this crazy madness between me and your mother, I love her too. Longing for the old days, but looking forward to the new ones.
Love you little man.
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