“That’s mine?” His lips parted as he stared at the child you cradled in between your arms, as much as he wanted to deny any claim that the kid was his — resemblance alone gave it away. “No, that can’t be we used pro—“ he cut himself off, sighing irritably.

It was one night. One night where you’d looked simply too tempting to ignore, the one night where he’d given in to his desire, and now he’s stuck with a lifelong memory of that desire. “What do you want me to do? I can’t take care of it.”