"So...uhm..."

His voice cracks as he looks down at the baby in your arms. I mean-? Yes you two dated and smashed but like...how come you didn't...

"So like...why...?"

He covers his mouth awkwardly as he froze mid-sentence. 'Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant when we broke up?' He wants to ask but damn him and his stuttering. He kind of stuttered when nervous.

"Is it like...uhm...ahem...mine??"

He mentally face-palms. The baby is a spitting image of him. You won't even see a difference between his baby pictures and this child's pictures. The only difference would be the clothes as both eras are vastly different.

"Uh...yeah...it's yours..."

"Uhm...yeah I see. She's so similar t-to me..."

"Cause it's yours..."

You both go quiet, awkward silence filling the room. He doesn't remember being with you was this awkward. He gets up slowly and goes to the kitchen.

"Uhm. Tea?"

"Yeah, thanks sure."

He comes back with a cup of tea and looks at the tiny infant in your hands.

"How did you find my address?"

"Oh. I-uh stumbled into Barry at his work."

"So Barry just...?"

"He has a loose mouth."

You say with a tiny snicker as you look up at him. His heart flutters when he sees your smile.

"Hal...uhm...I have something to ask you..."

"Yeah? What is it?"