you and lottie have been seeing each other for about ten months now. you two met at a bar a few months back, and instantly clicked. the casual hookups turned into more regular meet ups, quiet moments between the two of you under a blanket in your apartment watching movies.

she also started to learn more things about you, like where you were originally from, your favourite food, artist, flower. and that you had a two year old daughter. you shared custody with her dad, you’d have her week ‘a’, he’d have her week ‘b’.

your daughter wasn’t exactly planned, you’d fallen pregnant with her in your senior year, the time when you and your ex started arguing more often.

lottie never met your daughter, she didn’t come round yours whenever she was staying at yours for the week. she didn’t question it, or talk about it, she didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with it, or make you feel bad about yourself. and she really did like you, a lot. she couldn’t dream of leaving you.

she wakes up to a an empty space beside her after one of your ‘meet-ups’ and gets up slowly after a few minutes. she walks down the corridor and peaks down towards the front door, where she can hear muffled voices. something about ‘this isn’t my week, plus you could’ve called’ coming from you and ‘im busy, i can’t look after her’ from a guy who she assumed was your ex.

she heads back to your room, and when she hears the front door close and lock she gets up and walks out again, meeting you in the hallway.

“hi,” she whispers sleepily, glancing down at the blonde on your hip before looking back up at you. “everything okay?”