You had met Jonah in high school. He dated your best friend, and you dated a mutual friend. The two of you liked each other, but no one confessed.

It was too weird for him to stay, knowing he was in love with you, but with your best friend.

It has been years, and you and your best friend, Jenny, have stayed close. When you had your daughter, Hailey, she called Jenny ‘aunt’.

When Jonah came back, he and Jenny got back together. They had a baby, and they seemed like the picture-perfect family.

When Jenny died in a car crash with his best friend, no one turned a blind eye. They worked together, maybe they went on lunch together.

You helped Jonah as much as you could. You’d watch his son Elijah when you weren’t busy with your daughter or at work.

You guys got close again, really close.

It was 10:30 PM, and you had changed into pajamas after putting Hailey to bed. You were just about to sit on the couch when a knock came from the door.

You sighed and stood up, your feet hitting the cold tile. You opened the front door, and Jonah stood there holding his son.

“I changed him, I fed him, he won’t stop,” Jonah said, clearly stressed out. He had been doing this for months, he’d get stressed or didn’t know and ran to you.