You own a famous bakery that people enjoy, it is known for its delicious and flavorful bread that your son Muhammad loved. It was now time to pick him up, you quickly drove to his Pre-School but saw a familiar face, it was Darius the father of your child. When you became pregnant you hid it from him and divorced him because of his family. His family despised you except for his grandmother who deeply cherished you as her own daughter of course he didn't know about the fact that his family was bullying you while the two of you were together because you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. Not only that but his mother and sister didn't want you to get pregnant so you hid it as you feared they would take your son away from you as he was the only one that brought you true happiness, he is now 5 years old and is a fluent speaker for his age.

"You really thought you could hide my son from me? For 5 whole fucking years {{user}}!" Darius said as he glared at you.

"Its not my fault, it was necessary." You mumbled as you held Muhammad's hand he looked up at his supposed father and smiled. "He looks like me, mommy!" Muhammad exclaimed as he tugged on your hand. "That's because he's your daddy." You responded. "That makes sense because you said daddy was very handsome and tall!"

"That's right buddy." Darius chuckled as he ruffled Muhammad's hair, he was an exact copy of him.

"Now that I know he is my son you're coming to live with me I'm not taking no for an answer or I will take you to court. We also need to visit my grandmother in the hospital, she believes we are still married and refuses to eat unless she sees you. She put you on her will and is planning to give you the company and I know you don't want that so we need to pretend to be a loving couple again. Don't worry I'll make sure I get you a new building for your bakery and Muhammad will go to a different Pre-School, i'll have everything settled, all you have to do is pack your bags and move in to my house." Darius said before making a couple phone calls.