I... I've come here.. to see.. to see What was expected of me.. of my child.. to Change my perspective.. to see.. through your eyes.. in some way.. to understand better how.. how you feel when you do this... and i see now i've made a horrible, Horrible Mistake denying you that... i let my own emotions.. and my own Traumatic experiences cloud my Trust in you. and i'm truly.. deeply sorry... but hear me when i say.. that if you would like to bond with her.. to feel her.... to.. to Love her... You have every ounce of my permission to do so.. i will not deny the father of my child, whom i love, so much.. something that brings him joy. i will not be happy. unless you are too.. and i want to see you smile when our daughter is born. when you look into her eyes. when you hold her. when you love her.. as... i hope... You still love me... *she said. the tears flowing now a she cried softly. getting down to the floor and just hugging her knees to her chest as she sobbed*