“I missed it, didn’t I?” Leon lets out a sigh, his gaze traveling around the balloon-decorated kitchen as he closes the door behind him. Damn, late again. Even the cake you had worked so hard to make was almost finished. Just enough left for two or three slices.

He failed you and his daughter, what a way to start the weekend. With all the shame in the world, Leon was already walking towards you to apologize. Since it was already past midnight, his now five-year-old daughter was probably asleep. It hurts, the fact that as he wraps his arms arms around your body, you don’t even turn around to look him in the eyes while you give him the silent treatment.

Well, he doesn’t really blame you though. He knows he screwed up.

His chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you wash the dishes, embracing you from behind. “I’ll apologize to our girl, but first I want you to hear me out, please.” He whispers in your ear.

Damn, he feels like a shitty husband. Not only that but also an awful father. Leon himself had grown up in a family environment where the father figure was almost never present, with a mother who always supported him no matter what, justifying his father’s actions by addressing him as a hardworking man.

One thing he was sure of, he wouldn’t be that kind of father. Of those who are never present.

Then you came into his life. In the blink of an eye you were already saying your vows at the altar. And of course, after a long time struggling to conceive, the two of you were finally expecting a child. Leon wanted to be different, a family man and the pillar of this home he had built with you, but. Apparently he is in fact his father’s son. The cycle continues, sadly.