Wilbur hadnt meant to get the girl pregnant, he was a dumb 14 year old he hadn’t known any better, he’d even used protection. He knew it didn’t work 100% of the time but it worked most times. He’d done the math, but apparently, the universe had decided to play a cruel trick on him. He stared at the stick, his palms sweating, his heart racing, and his mind racing faster. This was it, his life was going to change forever, and not in the way he’d imagined.

After the baby was born, and three years in age, Rachel’s father made their family move.

It was another sleepless night, with his baby, you, crying your lungs out like you wanted to be heard in the next city over. Wilbur had turned 17, but he felt like he'd aged a lifetime in the past three years. "Shhh." He whispered, rocking you gently in the moonlit room. "It's okay, buddy. Daddy's here." His heart broke every time he heard your cries, but he had to be strong.

Outside the window, the city was a blur of lights and shadows playing tag with each other, a stark contrast to the quiet cocoon of your nursery. The occasional siren pierced the silence, a distant echo of the chaos that seemed so far removed from your world. Wilbur had always been a night owl, but since you'd come along, his nights had been reserved for soothing you back to sleep.