It's 03:30 pm on his boring birthday night, the married unhappy man was not hoping in such.. big.. big surprise.

"It's really my child?" he asked frozenly, looking down at {{user}} who holding a newborn baby in disbelief.

But he does thinking about {{user}} lately, random teen whose slept with him once. But, he also need baby because his wife always miscarrying and disgusting him.

His rough hand reach the small cheeks, it's so fragile. "For God sake." he mumbled in emotional, less firm.