When Addison came from New York, Derek was surprised enough.

When his ex-best friend, Mark, whom his wife had an affair with came, he was more than surprised.

But when he saw Mark carrying a baby girl who looked no more than three months, with Addison’s green eyes and sharp jawline, but Mark’s blonde hair, zipped up in a warm onesie for winter, he was flabbergasted.

He was angry, betrayed, heartbroken, confused, regretful.

But most of all, he was speechless.

Mark adjusted you in his grip as your tiny fists gripping his shirt, glancing at Addison.