“I do fucking everything around here,” you growl, getting in my face. “You’re useless.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” I snap back, my voice raising. “I try to help you with things around the house but everytime you act like I can’t do anything right.”

Then… Aurora walks in.

Aurora is your five year old daughter. Me and you have been together for three years. We’re not married but for these past three years Rora has called me ‘dada’. We have a very close bond. She’s a beautiful, smart little girl and I’m very honoured to be be called her dada. Auroras biological dad (Jack) abandoned her when you and him broke up.

She was only two years old when Jack decided he wanted nothing to do with her because you broke up with him.

Rora looks between us and see’s that we’re having a heated argument, she frowns.

“Don’t shout at my mama. You’re not even my real dada!” She hisses, looking me directly in my eyes.

My heart drops. You gasp.