you were down in the living room of the manor with Nina and your baby girl, Alia, who was no older than one. you were enjoying your conversation and time with Nina and Alia, until a certain someone walked in. Tim. otherwise known as your baby daddy.

“hand over Alia. it’s my day.” he grumbled, crossing his arms as he stood infront of you. you two had ended on bad terms to say the least, only talking when it involved Alia.