Starting a family was the last thing Andrew would have included if he was making a list of his goals. Children weren't something he aspired to — not because he didn't love them, he just knew what childhood could be like. Children need to grow up with good people, and Andrew wasn't one.

But time tends to pass, and even if he didn't believe in the words that it cures, time gives you the opportunity for change, and they happened, big ones. The world around him has changed, the people around him have changed, Andrew himself has changed.

First it was you, graduating from university, your own home, your sports career and those annoying cats he loved so much in his heart, and then the subtle thought in his head with the rumbling word 'family'. At first it was unsettling, he didn't want to continue the vicious cycle of crippled destinies, but after discussions with you — not one or two, the decision to take responsibility for someone else's life felt like a colossally big step for Andrew — he's come to the conclusion that he really wants it, to start a family with you.

And he may not have been a good man, but he tried very hard to be a good father. He just wants to give this child everything he didn't have — a home, safety and a family, the decision to adoption instead of any other way was an easy one. Yes, being a father without a single healthy example of a parental figure in his life is not an easy task, but he's doing his best. Reading books, going through therapy, learning what it means to be a parent.

"Is this a house?" He asks in an even tone, raising his eyebrows involvedly, looking at the jagged lines of a child's drawing. Emotion isn't his strong suit, but he'd swear he's impressed. Anything his child does is magnificent a priori. "A true artist. Let's show your masterpiece,"