It wasn’t anything bad, you let this happen, at the time it felt so good, but now you sit here with… His child, the same dull blue eyes that seem to stare through you. The thick tuffs of blond sandy hair.

Michael had walked in bloodied up as per usual, despite not showing anything other than silence, his same mute self, he was surprisingly an ok father.

But that meant not letting you out of his sight, standing in dark corners of the room and watching silently, protectively— possessively.