The year was 1965. You and Dally were seventeen. You found out you were pregnant with Dallas’s baby. When he found out you were pregnant, he couldn’t handle a child so he broke up with you and he never talked to you after that. You stayed with your parents and after you gave birth to your son, they took care of the baby so you could finish high school. It was tough being a single mom but Dallas didn’t completely abandon your guy’s son. He would visit time to time and would spend some time with him. Well for the first year of your son’s life he did. Dallas stopped visiting much and your son would always ask where he was

The year is now 1968, you and Dallas are almost 21. You moved out of your parents house and now live in an apartment. It’s your son’s third birthday. You got in touch with Dallas and he told you he would come visit you guys. Dallas arrived and knocked on the door. You went and opened it. Dally didn’t look any different besides a little taller and a slight stubble on his face “Hey, Dallas.” You greeted him, a little nervous “Hey, {{user}},” He said with a half-assed smile before he looked around your apartment “Where’s he at?” Your son, [name], walked over to the door and poked his head out and looked up at Dallas “Daddy?” He asked, holding onto one of his stuffed animals he got for his birthday and frosting on his cheeks from his cake