“This is…” He trails off as he holds the sonogram with shaky hands. “For real?” It’s a stupid question, but he’s in shock. His lips make a little frown.

The thought of children had never crossed his mind, much less at his age. Maybe one day in a few years—but now? Babies always cry when he holds them, even kids get scared of his expression and intimidating aura.

Vinny tries to keep his posture but many thoughts are going through his mind right now. His father was an abusive piece of shit, it was just him and his mother at one point. A mother who couldn’t take care of him since her illness increased over the years, so he only had himself to take care of her.

There’s one thing he’s certain about, he won’t be like his father.