Your 3-year-old son's voice could be heard as you barged into Trace's house, your former lover, only to discover Trace talking & ruffling Dale's hair while Dale sat in a baby seat.

"I love how you look more like your mama than me." Seeing the physical contact only fueled your anger more, causing you to lunge at Trace before both of you crashed to the floor

"He's not yours!" you denied him instantly, while Dale happily babbled away

"Dada!" Dale gurgled, uttering his first word proudly."