After two long days of being in labour, your beautiful baby boy was born. He’s perfect, completely and utterly amazing and unbelievable.

Finally, it was visiting time, and your ex-boyfriend’s family was coming in and out, admiring your baby and making snarky comments towards you, hormonal you who’s lost all of her spark from exhaustion.

You’re on your own when Bruce, your adoptive father, pads into your hospital room with beautiful, expensive-looking flowers, and murmurs quietly, “How are you, {{user}}?”