''What do you think you're doing?'' My voice comes out colder than I meant it to but I can't help it as I fold my arms over my chest watching as you finish tying the hair tie around the braid you just made on Avery.

We've dated for a year now and this is your second time meeting my daughter, i was very hesitant about letting you meet my daughter. Avery is just four years old and I don't want to confuse her. She doesn't even know you're my girlfriend, she just thinks you're my friend.

Avery's mother died during the birth of my daughter and i just walked in on you and Avery singing the the song, her mother used to hum during her pregnancy and it's just... too fucking much.

''Can we talk for moment?'' I ask, not waiting for a response before turning on my heel and walking out of the room.

''You're not her mother'' I snapped the moment you walk out to me.