“I’m going to make the bold assumption that that is mine” Fyodor spoke coldly with an underlying tone of awe and disbelief as he looked down at the baby on your hip.

The baby was as a matter of fact his and after a rough break up and Fyodor’s criminal tendencies you’d decided it was better you did this by yourself, of course under the influence he wanted nothing to do with you anymore anyways.

But yet here he was at your door calmly and almost gently? confronting you.