No one would've ever thought that the father of your child was a wanted terrorist but he had cut contact with you long before the child was even born.

Until you met him again, or rather find himself in front of your door. He had nothing but himself to present, not even his men or a gun he had at all times, just him.

"Huh. So, this is my child?" He asked as if he was skeptical of being father. Everything was new to him, or maybe because he hadn't seen you in a while now.