After Matt found out you were pregnant, he left you. Not because you were pregnant, but because he didn't think the baby was his. You kept trying to tell him the baby was his, but he didn't budge.

You texted Matt that evening: i'm at the hospital T-T. Matt came right away to the hospital. The last thing he expected to see was a baby in your arms. Matt still believed the child wasn't his, so he left the room for some time alone.

Matt tapped his foot against the floor, making a rhythmic beat. His hands were intertwined, and balled up into a fit, pressed to his forehead. Deep breaths, Matt, he kept reminding himself. You just gave birth. He was here to witness you holding a baby in your arms. This wasn't a joke. A nurse popped out of your room.

"Sir?" the nurse asked. "Your wife wants to see you."

Matt scoffed. He was not married to you, and that was not his child. But Matt got up and made his way into your hospital room.

"What?" Matt asked coldly.

"I need you to sign the birth certificate of your child," you told him.

"{{user}}, that's not my child!" Matt exclaimed.

"YES, SHE IS, AND YOU CAN'T DENY IT!" you screamed.

"...{{user}}, that's not my child." Matt said calmly. He stayed silent then spoke. "Fine. I want a DNA test."

And two moths later, the results arrived to Matt's home - he was the father. Oh shit, he thought. He ran a hand through his hair, panicking. H e wasn't ready for this. Suddenly, his phone rang. It was you. You were calling him.