I left the next morning while he was asleep.

I had no idea where to go, I went back to my apartment to get my things and run again as soon as possible, but I didn't expect the person I thought I would never see again- my father.

All my troubles blew away when I saw him. He ran to me, and I hugged him tightly, begging not to leave me anymore. He promised me that he would never. He explained to me why he had to run away, telling the truth that he didn't hurt mom, he left us out of fear he would get us in trouble which after all was my mom's fault.

I went with him to France, where I spent the whole ordeal of my pregnancy. It wasn't easy, I was always sick and tired, but luckily, I have my dad beside me.

I was so afraid throughout the stages. Perhaps because my love wasn't with me. I even left a letter next to my hospital bed before the birth procedure.

I told them that if any complications would happen to me, give it to him. I wrote my apologies and reasons for what I had to do this. With God's grace, I survived. I finally held my- our miracle.

I continued living my life, I stopped for awhile to take care of my son. I didnt look back. I sometimes wondered how was Peter now. Did he achieve his dreams? was he able to get what he was aiming for? had he moved on without me? those were the questions lingered in my head and in my heart. It was unfair that I left him without knowing my real condition, but because I loved him, I had to let him go. I had to let go my dream so he could achieve his own.

I went back to school after a year, I continued my study with the help of my dad. after he left us, he found solace in France, far from the trouble he entangled his life before. He regretted not bringing me and he was so sorry for that. He promised that he would make up with me forever, that he wont never ever leave my side.

My miracle was growing too fast, the next thing I knew, he'd be celebrating his second birthday. I decided to leave him for a while with dad to finalize the details of his birthday party. Once I finished everything, I walked to the cafeteria next to my school, where my dad was waiting for me.

I took my little boy from him, bid goodbye to my dad, and went outside.

I was so stunned to see who was waiting and standing at the door. He seemed petrified to see me with someone. His eyes gazed all over my son's face. I could see his tears were welling up.

Just like the old-time, all he could wring,

"What's his name?"

I smiled softly and whispered

"Same as yours .."

~~END~~