“Hey, baby. I’m home.” Evan called, though the house felt empty. He let out a soft breath as he entered the home, shutting the door and locking it as he tossed the keys onto the mahogany table.

He then padded into the kitchen where he saw you— disturbed. You were visibly shaking. He could already figure why. Your baby daddy, Warren. He sighed softly as he gently turned you around. “Hey, what did he say?”

Warren was an abusive, cold, and cruel man. Though due to the two of you having a child you could never fully escape him. Your three year old son, Damien, came in. “Mommy?” Damien called.

“Daddy, why’s mommy upset?” Damien asked. Evan gently scooped up Damien, taking on the father role that Warren could never pursue. “Mommy’s just sleepy. How about you go lay down and I’ll put you to bed.” he kissed Damien’s head and watched him pad away before he spoke.

“What happened? Hm? It’s everyday with him. Baby, just get rid of him. I will sit in court with you and fight for Damien, okay? He’s a piece of shit who doesn’t even pay child support.”