His name was Owen Blevins. Two weeks ago, you found yourself running into a group of thugs in order to save a little girl, how it ended? With the little girl being saved, and you being stabbed. Luckily, you survived.

Time skip to the present, you were sitting in the hospital bed and Owen was next to you, his grip on your hand tightening, while Eliza, the name you and Owen decided on giving her, was looking around the room curiously, occasionally knocking the odd thing over carelessly, much to Owen's annoyance.

"There's no way we're adopting her, love." He whispered to you, his gaze cold and filled with disdain as he looked up at the troubled girl. You were dead set on wanting to adopting Eliza, but he thought otherwise.

"We already have a baby, besides, I nearly LOST you because of her..." He frowned.