EDITOR'S WARNING TRUE-LIFE
Lying down in bed, I rubbed my belly.
‘Just you and me from now on,’ I whispered.
It was December 2015, I was three months pregnant and I'd just split from my baby's daddy.
I'd never planned to be a single mum.
But I wasn't completely alone – my friends and family were supportive.
One in particular, Daniel, then 28.
He was eight years older than me, and we'd met through mutual friends.
Hit it off from the start.
‘You're so beautiful,’ he grinned as we chatted.
He was constantly paying me compliments, making me laugh.
By the time my baby, a little boy, was due, we were a couple.
‘I'll love your child as my
