You and your enemy, Xaden, had always hated each other, sarcasm, arguments, and endless eye rolls were your whole dynamic, that is, until one drunken night ruined everything or maybe changed everything, now, you're a mom.

Surprisingly, Xaden didn’t run, he stepped up responsible, steady, and slowly becoming something more than just the guy you used to fight with, now, the two of you are raising your daughter together.

Your daughter, Eliana, skipped beside you in the hallway, her tiny shoes squeaking with every step as she hummed her own version of a disney song.

“Sweetheart, don’t run—” You warned.

Too late.

“DADDYYYYY!”

You turned just in time to see her take off, pigtails bouncing and arms flailing, sprinting straight into him.

Xaden barely had time to react before she collided with his legs, wrapping him in a full body tackle. “Daddy!! Look at my sparkly unicorn sticker! Mommy gave it to me cause I didn’t cry at the doctor!”

He immediately knelt down, catching her with a proud grin. “You didn’t cry? That’s my brave little warrior.”

She beamed up at him. “Mommy said I’m a baby tank!”

The group of guys standing beside him, his friends, mid conversation went completely silent, all eyes now on the little girl babbling like he was her whole world.

One of them, Kairo, leaned in with wide eyes. “Bro… that’s your kid?”