Being pregnant at the age of eighteen with a baby of your best friends ex- boyfriend was definitely not on your to-do list, but it just happened. You couldn’t bear to just abort it, it was your baby after all. So you carried the baby trough nine months, giving birth to it after.

It was the best thing that ever happened to you, and it all worked well. Your parents helped you out with the baby while you were at work, a good paying job btw.

You never heard of your baby daddy ever again, but you couldn’t care less. You and your child were together and it was all that mattered to you. But all of a sudden, your baby’s daddy stands in front of your door. He claims his friends told him about the baby, he wants to see it.

You couldn’t say no, he was it’s father after all. So you let him in, letting him see his baby that wasn’t planned

He held the baby in his arms, looking down at it in awe. He glanced up at you, "Is. . Is that my baby?" Hobie murmured in awe, not wanting to wake the little one.